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To the Citadel and Beyond Ch. 01

By: seth_perm



Her Royal Highness Princess Teona Felicite of the Kingdom of Violeth, Mistress of Branstwick and Defender of the Sweetline kissed the tip of the old man's cock with an ambivalent shudder.

Of course Teona didn't use her titles anymore despite her lavish upbringing as the youngest daughter of the Archvizier of Violeth.

She had left that life seven years ago when it was discovered that she had the glimmerings of the Craft within her. Neither her country nor indeed her father was the most trusting of the paranormal and she'd been bundled off without much ceremony almost as soon as she'd begun to exhibit her magical tendencies.

Since then, she had lived in the Citadel of Fanu Bataru, home of the legendary sorceresses known as the Craftswomen, learning to supernaturally manipulate the mundane world. The deep joy she'd found in using the Craft meant that she didn't miss her erstwhile life one bit.

However one thing to which she had never really become fully accustomed was exactly how a Craftswoman fuelled her sorcery. When it had been explained that to power the Craft to her full potential, she would have to swallow semen fresh from its source, she simply hadn't believed it and had indeed refused to take the opportunity to do so when offered.

It was only when her new roommate, Katryn Fenceley, had fellated her friend, Garth, right in front of Teona's face that she had really begun to appreciate the reality of a Craftswoman's existence. And it had been several days before she had been able muster the courage to join Katryn in sucking Garth's large member herself.

However as soon as she had felt the first spurts of Garth's tasty spunk shooting into the back of her throat and the extraordinary sympathetic pleasure it had driven in her, much like a deeply satisfying orgasm, she found that she had never been able to resist swallowing cum again, despite its insalubrious source.

Teona was aware of the mechanics of sex but had never had any erotic encounters herself. This was because of her protected upbringing rather than her not being attractive. In fact she was a beautiful young woman with long black hair, dark enigmatic eyes, a strong nose and a wide flexible mouth with her best feature possibly being her glorious figure, tall and leggy with an exceptionally substantial chest.

Katryn, the daughter of a minor noble, had been extremely generous in allowing Teona access to Garth's big cock on several occasions as she had familiarized herself with the art of fellatio in a controlled way. Garth had travelled with Katryn from Fenceley and it was obvious the two of them were profoundly in love.

In fact Garth was training to be a Guardian, both a warrior to protect a Craftswoman in a situation where magic wouldn't be suitable but also source of rich energy-providing spunk. As a potential Guardian's cock was sucked over time by a Craftswoman so his cum strengthened, allowing both the Craftswoman and Guardian to develop together over their formative years.

It was always understood that Katryn and Garth would become a partners when their training was over but Teona herself had never settled on one Guardian with whom to work, sucking the dicks of whichever Guardians were suitable and conveniently available during her schooling.

Which is now how she found herself on her first mission after becoming a fully-fledged Craftswoman, licking the hoary erection of a man she still barely knew.

When she had been assigned Beef Rampart as her Guardian for her very first assignment, at the tender age of twenty- five, she had been pleased that such an experienced man was available to support her.

But Beef was as taciturn as he was old and she'd struggled to really connect with him emotionally and so had been resigned to a quiet banterless journey as they fulfilled their investigatory mission.

Beef was whip-thin and grizzled with permanent silver stubble on his face and head as well as a squint, certainly not the kind of man Teona found attractive in any way. But she had dutifully knelt down in front of him on the morning of their departure, knowing that she would be giving him head twice a day from then onwards to keep herself battle-ready for any situation that came their way.

And, as she'd expected, as soon as she'd tasted his tremendously powerful jism, she could feel her energy levels rising until she was bursting with the Craft after just one wonderfully satisfying ejaculation.

Now, several weeks into their journey, Teona was licking around the bulbous head of his cock, delaying the imminent gratification she would receive when he spunked copiously in her mouth, her eagerness for a taste of his spunk balanced with a virtually visceral distaste for the man himself.

Knowing that they were very close to reaching their final destination, Teona abandoned her diffidence and, making her lips into a tight wet ring around his thick erection, slid her mouth tightly up and down his veiny aged shaft, causing Beef to grunt in satisfaction.

In all, it took a good half an hour of frantic head-bobbing before he heaved a huge sigh and unloaded his precious spunk into her sweet willing mouth.

"Hmmmm," she sighed in contentment, as she swirled his thick salty semen around her tongue, savouring its sharp taste and glutinous texture as if it were a rare vintage wine. Squeezing out the final few drops, she swallowed them, shuddering blissfully.

"You suck cock well, girl," Beef said to her as she buttoned up her chemise over her enormous bosom, which she'd exposed to allow him to grope her dark-nippled fat tits to speed his orgasm.

Teona paused, wide-eyed in astonishment at what, for Beef, was virtually a speech.

"Er, well, thank you," she replied uncertainly. "But please, I'm not a girl! I'm a Craftswoman," she said firmly.

"We'll see today," Beef growled, fastening his trousers and going to saddle the horses, referring to their imminent arrival at their goal.

Several reports had been received at the Citadel of bizarre goings-on at the southern tip of the Pinkoge peninsula, including talk of unidentified monsters, an apparently magical cave and mad orgies sweeping through the local population. Enough accounts had reached the Craftswomen that they had felt the need to send out a scouting party, giving Teona her first opportunity to prove her mettle now that she was a full sister.

Her orders though had been to observe and investigate and not to engage with anything that might be dangerous, a prohibition which she fully expected to observe.

However, over the last few days, as they had approached the end of the headland, they had heard more and more detailed stories of peculiar happenings including corroborated tales of how a sect of ascetic nuns had broken into a prison to forcibly offer their anal virginity to the predominantly male inmates and of the entire population of a village taking part in a spontaneous mass orgy for a full day. 

They'd also spoken to a man who had pinpointed the exact location of the cave near which the monsters had been seen and which they were now very close to reaching. Indeed they had only paused for Teona to give herself a final energy boost via the medium of Beef's gnarled penis and full heavy testicles, before making their ultimate approach.

Teona suspected that there would turn out to be a mundane explanation for the reported monsters, such as a newly-weaned clutch of trolls, but she still felt nervous as they rode into the valley in which the cave had been pinpointed.

Reaching a thick copse, Beef dismounted and signalled her that he would scout ahead and slipped away soundlessly.

Teona waited nervously with the horses for twenty minutes until Beef returned.

"Found it," he said tersely before leading her forward.

Keeping under what cover they could find, they followed a stream down the vale until they reached a gorge.

To the left a large cave stood facing the rushing water; even from their concealed position behind a bushy deodar, Teona could clearly discern a silver lambent skin stretched across its mouth.

"What in the name of the goddess is that?" she murmured, fascinated by the enigmatic shadows swirling across the opaque surface.

Before Beef could answer, Teona gasped as a man approached from the other end of the dale, leading his horse along the narrow path. As he turned a corner he stopped dead, staring intently at the peculiar cave-mouth.

Absent-mindedly the man dropped the reins to his mount and approached the cave until he was standing a few feet away.

"Oh, no, he has no idea what he's doing. He'll hurt himself if we don't stop him," Teona said contemptuously, preparing to reveal herself.

"No. Wait," Beef ordered holding onto her arm.

Teona, her dark eyes flashing irately, was about to tell Beef in no uncertain terms that she was in charge of their expedition when the stranger did something extraordinary.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose and she felt her nipples stiffen involuntary under her chemise as the man reached behind himself to deftly catch a sword which had come magically flying to him out of a scabbard attached to his saddle.

"Fucking fuckety fuck," she heard Beef murmur as he himself drew his sword.

The strange man was a Mannish Reaper!

The Mannish Reapers were a sect of male martial sorcerers who used a different kind of magic to the Craft. Almost inevitably the Reapers and the Craftswomen had become bitter enemies.

Teona felt her breathing shorten anxiously as she watched the Reaper poke at the cave mouth with his sword, causing ripples across the silver membrane. She had heard several stories of how cruel and evil the Reapers wore. In fact her friend Katryn had been captured and raped by several when they had tried to enslave her before she had come to the Citadel.

And here she was coming up against a Reaper in person on her very first mission! This was supposed to be a routine investigation not a full blown confrontation. But she knew what she had to do.

"We have to stop him," she said, determinedly swallowing her fear. Beef nodded and stepped out from behind the tree, stealthily approaching the stranger. Teona followed apprehensively.

The Reaper was intently studying the cave and didn't notice them approaching him until it was almost too late for him. Unluckily though some intangible sense warned him just as Beef was lifting his sword to attack.

Teona's first thought when he turned to face them in astonishment was that he was just a boy, a gangly youth of just over average height with russet hair, enormous ears, an unsightly asymmetrical face and acne.

However very quickly her battle training took over and she raised her hands, preparing to throw a ball of fire at the enemy. Before she could release it though, Beef had reached him and attempted to engage in combat.

The Reaper may have been young and he may have been stunned to find himself being attacked but he reacted rapidly lifting his sword defensively to ward off Beef's blow before making a jerky gesture with his other hand.

Teona once more felt her body responding strangely to the Reaper magic as Beef collapsed in a heap as if struck by a blow. She ignored her aching nipples and the sudden slick heat between her legs and allowed the Craft to flow out of her, releasing it as a ball of blue fire which she flung at the Reaper.

Almost immediately she could tell that she had aimed too far left though, a potentially deadly error.

However, to her surprise, he didn't counter-attack her; instead he tackled the ball of fire even though it was clear it would pass by him and hit the cave mouth, shooting a lance of green energy to obliterate it completely.

Teona didn't know why he'd made such a stupid mistake but she was determined to take advantage of his misjudgement. She ran towards him, determined not to miss this time.

"No! Stop! You don't understand!" the Reaper screamed, leaping towards her as she threw another fireball, releasing every bit of energy she could muster.

The Reaper, running towards her, tripped over Beef's outstretched arm, causing the fireball to clip his head rather than hitting him full on. His momentum however meant that he tumbled into her legs, the two of them falling together into an ungainly heap.

Slightly dazed but ecstatic that she'd incapacitated her enemy, Teona looked up to see the vast majority of the fireball hit the strange silver membrane across the cave.  There was a sudden flash and the curious low thump of an explosion and she felt herself being pulled towards the cave-mouth by a sudden powerful force before she passed out.

When Teona woke she felt utterly drained. Even before she had opened her eyes, she could sense not only her physical exhaustion but also her complete lack of magical resources, as if she'd been through a mangle and squeezed dry of her power.

She opened her eyes gingerly; gradually a misshapen rocky roof came into focus above her. So she had somehow been sucked into the cave.

With much effort she lifted her head to look around briefly. Someone was lying between her and the cave-mouth. She hoped to goodness that it was Beef. She desperately needed some spunk.

Slowly, unsteadily, she crawled over to him, grunting with the exertion. She groaned in frustration when she realised it wasn't Beef lying there but rather the young unconscious Reaper.

She sat up, fighting a wave of dizziness, and looked around.

The light coming into the cave-mouth looked unusually red, not the warm red of a sunset; it seemed different, colder somehow. Teona shook her head not knowing what to make of it and then immediately moaned as pain clouded her vision momentarily.

Once she had recovered she looked around further. There was no sign of Beef anywhere.

She looked down at the Reaper. He looked just as young up close, a lanky spotty beardless youth and an ugly one at that. There was no sign of his sword but, of course, he would still be dangerous without it.

She shook him firmly but he didn't stir.

Well needs must, she thought.

It took a while to untie his breeches as her fingers felt tired and uncoordinated but eventually she extracted his limp penis and wrinkled balls, covered in a fuzz of red hair.

As she tossed him firmly, her head gradually cleared and she tried to work out what had just happened.

It was apparent that her fireball striking the odd silver membrane across the cave mouth had caused an explosion, or perhaps an implosion, which had somehow sucked both the Reaper and her into the cave. And, judging from the crimson dusty plain she could see out of the cave, wherever she was, it was not now the Pinkoge peninsula.

She had heard tales of magical gates between worlds but had never given any credence to them. Maybe she would have to recalibrate her view of reality.

The boy was still unconscious although moaning softly now as his unimpressive penis hardened under her persistent touch.

Teona frowned, remembering the efforts he had made to stop the fireballs she had been throwing at him hitting the cave. It was almost as if he had known what might happen. Definitely worthy of further investigation when he woke.

He might be a Reaper but his cock was just like any other man's and by now was as hard as a steel rod.

Sighing at the need, she bent her head down and licked the head of his erection, grimacing slightly at the taste. Beef's penis had been generally clean, if only because she'd sucked him off so regularly. The reaper had obviously been on the road a while and had been lax with his personal hygiene.

Ignoring his unpleasant smell, Teona got to work, sliding her mouth down over the reaper's ugly dick and sucking him forcefully.

As she slid her lips back up him, she looked up and was startled to see him awake, staring down at her in astonishment, and perhaps alarm, as she fellated him expertly. However, when he didn't object, she bent back to her task of emptying his testicles of their precious cargo, her lithe tongue working skilfully over his angry red cock.

It was no real surprise when, in very little time, he groaned loudly and began to ejaculate heartily into her hungry mouth. He certainly didn't have the look of a man inured to the ways of sex, oral or otherwise.

His spunk was delicious, thick and creamy, as satisfying as Beef's and even more plentiful, although Teona had no idea when he'd last come. As she shuddered blissfully, she thanked the goddess that it had turned out that reaper cum was as full of energy as that of the most experienced guardian.

She gently lapped him completely clean, ensuring no drop was overlooked, desperately feeling the energy coursing through her body as her powers regenerated.

Smacking her lips contentedly, she sat back on her haunches, stifling a smile at the comically bewildered expression on the Reaper's face, as he fastened his breeches and slowly sat up.

"Hello," she ventured tentatively after a pause.

"Have you just sucked out my soul, witch?" he replied squeakily, his eyes wide in consternation.

"Um, no," Teona replied, puzzled by his question and more than a little annoyed by the appellation he'd used. "Just your sperm."

The Reaper nodded uncertainly. "Yes, I suppose that makes sense. I don't feel as if my life-force has been stolen. And it felt so good. Better than I'd ever dreamed. Did you steal my semen for energy?"

"Yes," Teona nodded, slightly surprised by his knowledge.

"Are you sure you're not a soul-sucking vampire? We were taught that Craftswomen are evil parasites who suck Reapers dry of their beings until they are useless husks, if they get half the chance. You are a Craftswoman, aren't you?"

"No I'm not a vampire and yes, I am a Craftswoman," she affirmed, slightly amused. Before she could continue he interrupted.

"I thought so although you seem really young," he said.

"Young? Me? I'm twenty-five! How old are you exactly, Reaper?"

The Reaper blushed. "Oh, sorry, I'm not a full Mannish Reaper, I'm just an apprentice. I'm eighteen; I won't become a full reaper for years yet." Suddenly, he groaned in pain and clasped the side of his head where Teona's fireball had buffeted him.

Instinctively, Teona reached out to touch his wound. He flinched back in fear, his breath short and eyes panic-filled.

Teona sat back slowly. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said as reassuringly as she could.

He looked at her as if she were mad. "You tried to kill me!" he gasped, pointing a finger at her accusingly, obviously piecing together events before the explosion.

Teona glanced out of the cave at the unfamiliar and unnerving landscape before trying again. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have attacked you. I panicked when I saw that you were a Reaper. If you want I can heal you. I think we might need to work together."

The boy sighed. "I'm so confused. One minute you throw a fireball at me and the next you give me the most amazing and pleasurable experience of my life!"

Despite herself, Teona felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment. Although she was an experienced cock-sucker, she felt flustered that she'd just fellated a complete stranger without asking. Even worse he was a youth, barely old enough to have reached the age of majority.

Slightly brusquely she said, "I sucked you because I needed energy. And because I now have energy I can heal you, if you want. Well, do you want me to?"

When he didn't say anything she leant forward and stroked her hand over his head, focusing power into the wound. As she caressed his scalp, the red rawness of the injury disappeared.

"There," she said content with her work.

The boy lifted his hand to his head in wonder. "That's amazing!" he exclaimed. "Reaper healing is a lot cruder than that. I can't tell I was hurt at all!"

Teona, feeling strangely satisfied at his gratitude, smiled at him. Immediately, he blushed.


To the Citadel and Beyond Ch. 01



"So what's your name, apprentice?" she asked him, after an awkward pause.

"Oh, I'm Baglish Fark," he said, holding out his hand.

Teona shook his hand, amused at his sudden formality. "And I'm Teona Felicite."

"So, Baglish. It looks like we're a long way from home. I propose a truce. Why don't we tell each other how we got here and take it from there?"

Reluctantly, Baglish assented so Teona gave him some brief background about Craftswomen before explaining what had happened before they had somehow found themselves in the cave.

His response to her amazing tale however surprised her. "So you have to suck your Guardian off several times a day?"

"What? Well, yes," she replied, irritated by the focus of his question.

"Oh, wow. Does that mean you'll want to, you know...?" He glanced down towards his suspiciously bulging crotch.

Teona shook her head in disbelief. A few minutes ago he had been terrified of her. Now he wanted to come in her mouth again. Of course she shouldn't be surprised at all. After all, he was a teenage boy.

"We'll work something out," she said. "Tell me about what happened to you."

Baglish's life as an apprentice Reaper was very different to her own training in the Craft. He had been sold to the Reapers when he was only seven, after he had shown that he had a spark of magic within him and a genius for determining how things worked. The Mannish Reaper philosophy was that they were soldiers, fighting against chaos and disorder as well as the evil of the manipulative Craftswomen, saving the world from their iniquitous ways.

As Baglish spoke, Teona got the impression of a gentle boy, more interested in studying than fighting. It didn't sound like he fitted into the aggressive Reaper culture and she wondered if had been bullied by his more martial peers.

In any case, despite only being an apprentice, he had been allowed to investigate the magical disturbances in Pinkoge because no-one else had been the remotest bit interested or had thought it was important.

"So, Baglish, if you're so smart, what did happen at Pinkoge?" she asked.

Baglish's face lit up as he explained his theories. "Well, I think cave was a site of a singularity, a point in space-time where more than one universe meets. I assume you're familiar with the theory that we live in a multiverse of different realities, each coexistent yet separate from the others?"

"Erm, yes," Teona replied uncertainly. Before she could go on, Baglish had started talking again.

"Good. I believe the cave was the site of a rift between two universes, ours and this one," he said pointing out of the cave.

"The silver membrane?" Teona asked.

"Yes, that's right," he responded encouragingly. Teona felt a slight glow of content at pleasing him before she caught herself, embarrassed at her reaction.

Unaware, Baglish continued. "I don't know why the rift appeared but there are several recorded instances of such phenomena, the last in Hgraflaa one-hundred and twelve years ago where a 'hole in the world' materialised for a period of 93 days behind a cataract. I've seen a report by one Flangflonn Fit, a local magister, that the appearance of the rift coincided with the sighting of several unknown monsters as well as some unusual psychic, um, happenings."

He stumbled to a halt, his face red with agitation.

Teona was briefly puzzled, before she understood. "Oh, you mean like the horny nuns and the village orgy in Pinkoge?"

"Er, yes," Baglish replied. "For unknown reasons, these rifts are associated unusual and random local spikes of psychically induced, um, libidinousness."

Teona felt amused at Baglish's discomfort. "Right, so for some reason, people get randomly horny. And the monsters?"

"I think that might just be some of the locals escaping, or being pulled, into our universe. Perhaps in the same way we were."

Teona glanced out of the cave but she could see nothing but an endless rolling red-hued plain.

"Were you trying to stop me hitting the rift with my fireballs?" she asked.

Baglish nodded. "Yes, I wasn't sure but I thought that exciting the membrane might lead to some sort of correction. But I didn't think we'd get sucked into rift."

"What about Beef? Why isn't he here with us? He was closer to it than I was."

"Beef? Your murderous and rather terrifying bodyguard? I have no idea," Baglish said reluctantly, obviously loathe to admit any ignorance.

"Well, shall we explore our environs?" Teona suggested.

"Ok," Baglish nodded. "Carefully."

Over the next hour the two cautiously looked around the cave and the surrounding area. The cave itself petered out quickly to a steeply descending narrow passage blocked by a recent rock-fall and was positioned in the side of an unusual basalt outcrop in the carmine plain.

Despite a meticulous search it became apparent that there was no equivalent rift to take them back to their own world. However there were signs of an explosion around the cave-mouth where some of the rock looked scalded and melted, perhaps where the rift had been.

The plain itself was barren and virtually empty, a gently rolling expanse of steppe sparsely covered in short wide-bladed red grass.

By the time they ventured out of the cave properly, it was early afternoon. They could tell because the rose-tinted sun was high in the pink sky. The world felt alien and unnatural, although at least the air tasted fresh and clean if a little dry and dusty.

In fact, the only real point of interest was the remains of a campsite a hundred yards from the cave-mouth which looked only recently abandoned. Neither Teona's nor Baglish's wilderness-craft was polished enough for them to glean much from the mishmash of prints and debris though. Not for the first time, Teona cursed her luck in losing Beef. He would have been able to tell a lot just by looking.

"So there's nothing here that can really help us," Baglish said wearily, slumping down on the grass.

"No," Teona seethed. "And I don't know about you but I'm extremely thirsty. We can't just hang around here. There's still a few hours until the sun falls. Maybe we should explore further afield."

Before Baglish could answer, Teona noticed some movement on the horizon. "Look!" she gasped.

Baglish stood up and together they watched a figure cresting a hill a few miles away and then pausing once it sighted them.

"Oh shit," he murmured as the stranger began moving towards them rapidly.

Teona breathed deeply, trying to remain calm. "Get ready to fight, just in case," she warned.

At first she thought the figure was running. As it got closer though she realised it was just big, very big, and its enormous stride was eating up the distance between them.

"Oh, Mother Selka's tits!" she swore as the figure slowed to a halt in front of them.

He, for it was undeniably a he, was half again as tall as her and resembled a human in that he had two arms, two legs and facial features that were pretty much the same shape as a man's, although perhaps more brutish.

But that was as far as the resemblance went. His skin was a deep rich red and although though there was no hair on his head, or indeed on any part of his body, he had two pale horns protruding proudly from his temples.

She could tell he was both male and hairless all over because he was completely naked, apart from a large pack on his back. Teona flushed as she looked at his heavily muscled frame and down to the disquietingly significant member and hefty testicles dangling between his brawny thighs. She forced her eyes up.

His eyes were startlingly white in his dark red face as he studied them both intelligently before smiling, or perhaps snarling, at them revealing ominously long canines.

She felt her nipples stiffen involuntarily and her pussy moisten and knew instinctively that Baglish had drawn in some power, preparing to unleash some sort of offensive sorcery in case they were attacked. She really had to talk to him about why his magic aroused her so abruptly but perhaps now wasn't the time.

She drew herself up, ready to unleash a hell of magical fire at the slightest provocation.

So it was quite a surprise when the demon said, "Hello. How do you do? My name's Cecil Arserender, Assistant Under-Deputy Research Delegate (Acting) at the Prolix College of Complex Outer-Plane Studies," in a slightly effeminate lisp.

Teona glanced at Baglish who looked as astounded as her. "Um, hello," she answered tentatively. "I'm Teona and this is Baglish. We're, um, well, Baglish is a student and I'm, well I suppose I'm a student too."

"Very pleased to meet you. Have you come from the rift?" Cecil asked.

"Er, yes."

"Splendid! I've been observing it now for 4 days and of course, wouldn't you know it, you arrived just when I'd popped back into town for provisions. Well at least I didn't miss you."

"How come we can understand you?" Baglish interrupted abruptly.

"Before I answer that, shall we agree an answer for an answer?" Cecil suggested.

Baglish looked at Teona who nodded. "OK."

Cecil touched his forehead, his chest and his crotch before intoning, "It is agreed." He looked at them expectantly.

Realising that he wanted them to follow suit, Teona did the same as did Baglish after a hesitation.

With a satisfied grunt, Cecil discarded his pack and sat down cross-legged in front of them. As they too sat down he answered, "The reason you can understand me is because I was dosed with Flaminger's Dazzling Universal Translation Spell before I came out here on my expedition. To be honest I wasn't expecting anyone to come through the rift as it normally only works the other way but I thought I'd do it just in case. And I'm very pleased I did!"

Teona shook her head. Cecil's explanation raised more questions than it answered.

"What do you mean 'the other way'?" she asked but Cecil waved a finger at her in a very human gesture.

"Wait! We agreed an answer for an answer. And it's my turn! So are you both humans?" he asked.

This time Baglish answered. "Yes. Although I'm male and Teona is female."

Cecil nodded knowingly. "I thought so! That you were human I mean. I can tell your gender even though you've hidden your genitals. You don't appear too different from a demon. Just smaller and paler and without any horns although unusually furred."

"Tell us about the rift: how does it work?" Baglish asked.

"Hmmm. A good question with a complicated answer! Well a deal is a deal, I suppose. I'll tell you what I have learnt about the theory. Rifts appear periodically through history as valves between contiguous but non-intersectional worlds. They appear to allow an escape of the balance of erotic energy usually from this world to yours. Now, my turn again. Tell me about..."

Over the next hour, doing their best to ignore his nakedness, the pair exchanged questions with Cecil who, despite his fearsome appearance, seemed gentle and well-educated. He even offered them some water and a type of coarse dry bread for sustenance. In exchange for information about their own lands they found out about the strange world they found themselves in which was called Contragaia.

Demons were the paramount species in Contragaia and Cecil described himself as a typically long-lived specimen, although several sub-races existed including smaller imps and much bigger fiends. Cecil had been training to become a theoretical thaumophysicist for the last eighty years and had been sent to observe the rift when it had appeared a few weeks before. He had found a silver membrane across the cave-mouth which sounded extremely familiar.

Demons lived for many human lifetimes and their history and lore was rich and well-recorded which meant that Cecil had access to several descriptions of rifts from the past and a strong understanding of the theories of multiple universes and magic.

When Teona described the monsters seen back in their own world, Cecil suggested they were most likely to be Lesser Psychogres, a large unintelligent humanoid species which frequented the area and had no doubt wandered through the rift accidentally. He also explained why there had been spontaneous orgies although first he had to explain about the flow of sexual energy.

Erotic activities seemed to be a normal part of the day-to-day life in Contragaia and, the way Cecil described it, every time someone had sex, they produced ambient sexual energy. Every now and again a rift opened to allow the release of sexual energy between worlds to preserve balance between them. In theory, these were one way although there had been examples in history where humans had somehow made the journey in the opposite direction.

"But then people have sex all the time in our world too. Why isn't there as much energy produced there?" Teona wondered aloud.

When Cecil didn't reply, Baglish interjected. "I've got an idea. Maybe the energy IS produced in our world. It's just that it might be being used up again by the Reapers who have learnt to convert it to magic. It's been rumoured amongst our sect but never properly tested that our powers may peak on holidays and around brothels."

He continued enthusiastically. "And maybe when you suck a Guardian, or even a Reaper, off, you're just recycling that energy into your magic too. Basically there is no excess of sexual energy in our world because Reapers absorb it before turning it into magic as do Craftswomen like you, Teona, although in a different way. And maybe that's how we were sucked into this world. When the sexual energy of your fireball hit the rift it caused us to be pulled through as entities full of that energy."

Teona nodded thoughtfully. "I think I understand. Although what about magic in this world? Doesn't that use the excess energy up? Or don't you have magic?"

Cecil's eyes lit up. "Ah, several questions! I will answer them for you though as I do find you quite exotically delightful, Teona. Yes we do have magic but is generated very differently by enslaving spirits from another plane into our own which of course wouldn't use the ambient sexual energy. I do believe your theory has some merit, Baglish. I would like to write a paper on this once I return to Prolix, crediting your contribution of course, if this is acceptable."

Baglish assented, smiling happily. Teona looked at him in amused wonder. He seemed extremely pleased with himself for solving the mystery.

Cecil continued, "In fact I would surmise that your magic would have no effect on a being or object of Contragaia although the obverse might not be true. Shall we try a simple experiment?"

Both Teona and Baglish tried to use some of their power to push Cecil but the flows just disappeared. They looked at each other in consternation. Being without effective magic was a huge blow. 

"Now I have one last question. How do Craftswomen, I think you called them, suck energy from Guardians?" He looked at Teona with another disconcerting smile, running his thick red tongue over his teeth, calculatingly.

Teona, already disturbed by Baglish's use of magic, blushed once more, both at the question and the appraising way Cecil was studying her. Suddenly, she felt extremely aware of his huge muscular frame, heavy fat red cock and enormous full hairless testicles.

"I, um, I mean they perform oral sex on them," she said stutteringly.

"Oral sex? You mean you use your mouth to pleasure their penises?" When Teona nodded, he continued, "So it's true then. Some of the histories describe using the mouths of human women sexually as being an unparalleled pleasure but I had not really believed it could be true." He was openly, hungrily staring at Teona's moist lips now.

Baglish, seemingly unaware of Cecil's attention, asked innocently, "But don't you have oral sex in Contragaia?"

"A final answer for a final question! No, we have no oral sex. The natural predatory instincts of a female demon would mean that, if I were to place my penis in her mouth, I would very quickly lose it to her sharp tearing teeth. Only vaginal sex is safe."

Teona, trying to ignore Cecil's suggestive smirk, said, "What do you mean last question? We need to ask you about how we get back to our world!"

Cecil shook his head in a very human fashion. "I apologise. I have no more questions to ask or answers I require. You have told me all I want to know about your world and I have learnt a huge amount of how you got here. There's nothing else I need," he smiled.

"But, please you must help us!" Teona begged, hating herself for being so pathetic but knowing that, without a way of using magic to coerce Cecil, they would be unable to force him physically to help them.

"We had an agreement. Perhaps another one can be reached for further information," he suggested.

"What do you want, Cecil?" Teona said, already knowing what he would ask for.

"I want oral sex," he said curtly. "As it happens I do I have a good idea what you can do to get back to your own existence. But first I want to use your pretty mouth for my pleasure. I crave new experiences and I suspect this would be a valuable one." 

Baglish stood up immediately. "What! You can't do that; that's just wrong!" he exclaimed protectively.

Teona felt absurdly grateful for his intervention but couldn't see any other way.

"It's OK, Baglish. I don't mind really," she said. And, perhaps demon cum would give her more power, not that she could use it here.

Cecil smiled again and stood up in front of her to his full fearsome height. She stood too, looking down at his enormous dark red cock, smoothly menacing and frighteningly substantial. She didn't have to look down very far because of his height and because it was already beginning to thicken in anticipation.

She looked up into his amused eyes. "Before I suck you, do you promise to tell us how we can get back to our own world to the best of your knowledge?"

He nodded in return. "It is agreed," he said, once more touching his forehead, chest and cock, allowing his hand to linger on the latter.

Teona did the same, conscious of the heat between her thighs. She turned to Baglish. "Perhaps you had better leave us to it."

Baglish eyed her angrily before storming back to the cave. "What the hell has he got to be angry about?  I'm the one who has to do the deed!" she murmured to herself testily.

She turned back to Cecil and gasped.

He was now openly masturbating his vast member. She hoped it would fit into her mouth.

She stepped forward and took hold of his cock, marvelling at the feeling of its breadth in her hands.

"Oh my, you're huge," she breathed, slowly rubbing up and down with one hand whilst feeling his weighty balls with the other.

She leaned forward, hardly bending down at all and kissed the end of his cock, peeling his dark foreskin back to expose his immense angry red glans. Tentatively she licked it, causing Cecil to grunt in pleasure. He tasted a little like a human with an added spicy muskiness, not at all unpleasant.

She flicked her tongue wetly around the ridge of his cock before systematically working her way down to his balls. There was no way she'd be able to fit even one of his immense testicles into her mouth but kissed and licked them thoroughly before butterfly kissing her way up to the tip of his cock. He moaned loudly in response to her thorough oral ministrations.

Steeling herself, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and slid her lips tightly over the end of his erection. She thanked the goddess that she had such a wide mouth otherwise she'd never have been able to fit him in.

Keeping her teeth out of the way she began to bob her head whilst lavishly laving him with her tongue. Cecil responded with a bizarre high-pitched keening, obviously lost in ecstasy as Teona sucked him as hard as she could.

For some reason, perhaps because of the huge size of his genitals, Teona had expected Cecil to endure for a significant time despite her best efforts so when he came quickly it was shockingly unexpected.




To the Citadel and Beyond Ch. 01



Her mouth distended as he powerfully filled her mouth with an utterly colossal quantity of thick demon jism. She tried to swallow it all but was simply unable to and had to allow enormous quantities to fall from her mouth, drenching her chemise-covered breasts. She wished she'd thought to take off her clothing first.

His cum tasted like a spicier version of human spunk but she quickly realised it was having no impact on her energy levels. In fact, disappointingly, it was even weaker than the semen of a mundane man. If only its power could match its quantity then she would have been the most satisfied Craftswoman ever. She supposed its lack of energy would be related to how the flow of magic worked – she would ask Baglish later.

Cecil continued to ejaculate for several more minutes so that she could actually see his balls slowly shrivel. She kept tossing him into her mouth swallowing some cum but allowing most to dribble from the corners of her mouth until he was fully satisfied.

"That was truly a tremendous experience," he sighed as she sat back on her haunches.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said, unable to keep the sarcasm from her voice. She stood up and looked down at her ruined chemise. She would have to see if she could borrow something from Baglish, not that clothing seemed to matter too much in this world. "I'm going to get Baglish. And then you can tell us how we can get back to our own world."

When Cecil nodded in agreement, she went back to the cave to locate Baglish.

She found him sulking just inside the cave-mouth.

"Did you see what happened?" she asked.

He nodded sullenly.

"I don't know why you're so grumpy. I'm the one that had to do all the work."

"And I bet you just couldn't wait!" he barked tetchily.

Teona raised her eyebrows at his reaction. Was he jealous? She felt amused but kept the smile from her face. After all he was only eighteen and inexperienced with women. And it was flattering that he liked her.

"Please, Baglish. We can't bicker. We need to stick together. I did what I did because I had to. And Cecil is going to tell us how we can escape. Now please can I borrow something to wear? My blouse is completely ruined."

After a pause, Baglish nodded. "You can have my shirt," he said. "I've got an undershirt on."

She smiled warmly at him. "Thanks."

She unbuttoned her blouse and discarded it, grateful to be out of the sticky garment. When she looked up at Baglish though, he was staring at her dumbly. Or rather at her breasts.

"Oh," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I don't suppose you're particularly familiar with boobs. I'll often get mine out for the Guardians to play with while I'm fellating them and after what I did to you earlier, I just thought it wouldn't matter if you saw them..." she trailed off.

"Belal's teeth! They're amazing! I never imagined anything could be so beautiful," he exclaimed, his hands making small unconscious groping motions as he spoke.

Teona smiled at his candid wonder. She looked down at her tits, knowing that their considerable size, pale creamy firmness and small hard dark nipples were much admired by any man who saw them. "I am very proud of them," she said.

Baglish's continued to stare at her chest insensibly. She also noticed that his breeches were bulging at the crotch. Maybe she could kill two birds with one stone.

"Here have a feel of them and I'll suck you off."

Baglish didn't need to be invited twice. His eager hands reached out and he grabbed her boobs, delightedly fondling them and tweaking her nipples and groaning lustfully.

"Calm down," she said. "You'll get to play with them as often as you want. Be a little more gentle."

"Oh, sorry," he replied. "I just never imagined how nice they would feel."

Teona smiled at him again and knelt down to take his cock out.

The contrast between his smaller pasty penis and Cecil's enormous dark member was stark but she didn't say anything because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. At least her jaws wouldn't ache so much. She immediately plunged her mouth down, swallowing most of his penis in one go.

Despite her frenetic licking and forceful sucking, Baglish lasted a lot longer this time, much to his obvious pleasure. She even allowed him to grab her by the hair and thrust himself in and out of her as if he we were fucking her face.

When he did come, Teona felt the familiar orgasmic sensation deep inside of her as she swallowed his powerful viscous spunk. Licking every drop clean from his dick, she hummed contentedly.

"You have the most wonderful and delicious cum I have ever tasted," she said, completely honestly.

"Really?" Baglish asked, a daft grin still plastered on his face.

"Yes," Teona giggled. "You're even more potent than the most experienced Guardian. Thank you."

"My pleasure!" he replied. And then, blushing deeply, he leaned forward quickly and gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.

Unexpectedly, she felt a stab of fondness for him. He really was such a nice boy.

As Teona dressed, she told him about the arousal she felt whenever he used sorcery.

He pondered briefly before replying. "I guess it might be because of the flow of sexual energy. I've not heard of anything like it before but I guess, for some reason, you are attuned to my magic."

"Well I don't know if you'll need it but just be careful to warn me before you use it," Teona said. "I don't want to be distracted at the wrong time."

When they went outside they found that Cecil had raised a tent, cleverly assembled from a single light canvas and poles from his pack. He offered them some more coarse bread and water. Despite appearances, he explained that he was vegetarian as were all demon males whilst females, however, were principally carnivorous.

After prompting from Teona he explained his idea for how they might return to their own reality.

"If I've understood correctly, you were pulled into the rift once you adulterated it with your own sexually-driven magical energy. I believe this concentration of energy caused the rift to open fully for a brief moment causing an overbalancing of energy into your world. To maintain the balance the rift then sucked you, as strongly magical beings, back in; this heavily overcompensation caused the rift to collapse. I think it therefore extremely likely that a rift will have re-manifested somewhere that you should be able to use to return."

"But where would it be?" Baglish asked.

"Historically, rifts have only materialised in two areas. On this, the Bathetic Plain, or in the land of Feecherfart, three-hundred leagues to the West. I suggest that you accompany me back to Prolix tomorrow, which is a few hours away or perhaps a day's walk for you with your shorter legs. We will hear there of any unusual disturbances in the fabric of reality. If you're lucky it will be in this region, otherwise you'll have to undertake a journey to Feecherfart. Either way you have a good chance of finding your own world."

"But how will we survive? We have no money and our magic is ineffective here," Baglish said.

"Ah, well actually you do actually have rather a valuable and unique commodity in the form of your companion's oral skills. I would be willing to escort you to Prolix and find you accommodation in return for regular access to her mouth. I will also be happy to act as an agent for you to provide mouth service to anyone else from whom you might need goods or services."

Baglish looked at Teona in despair. She sighed resignedly. Although she had sucked many cocks, she had always done so for her own need. Despite his enormously animal maleness, sucking Cecil had been hard work with little reward in itself. The idea of whoring out her mouth to other huge-membered demons certainly did not sound like an attractive proposition.

But then again, what choice did she have? She studied Cecil's genitalia and could see that his balls were already starting to firm up again. At this rate he might want to be sucked again by nightfall.

She squeezed Baglish's arm reassuringly. "All right, Cecil. We'll come with you and I'll provide you mouth service to a maximum of twice a day. In return I expect you to help us return in whatever way you can. But let's take it a day at a time."

Cecil smiled happily. "It is agreed," he said, touching himself as before.

She looked at Baglish who appeared uncertain. "It's OK, Baglish. Trust me. It might be difficult but we will get home.

Teona turned to Cecil and returned his gestures with more confidence than she really felt.

"It is agreed."



To the Citadel and Beyond Ch. 02



Teona Felicite, former princess of the Kingdom of Violeth, fully-trained sorceress of the Craft and accidental exile in the majestic and splendid alien city of Prolix, burped mightily, her mouth filling with the spicy tangy taste of demon semen.

"Oooooh," she groaned in discomfort. "I feel so full."

Her fellow refugee Baglish Fark, the apprentice magician, shook his head with a distinct lack of sympathy, although his eyes hungrily ran over her long heavy-breasted semi-naked body. "Well you shouldn't have sucked off that last one; I told you that you were doing too many."

Teona felt a sudden spike of irritation. "You know why I have to do it. At least, I'm trying to get us back home. That's a lot more than can be said for you," she said from the bed where she was lying having just fellated a native of Prolix in return for a lightweight tent, specially made clothing and packs. She always stripped to her undershorts when sucking off a demon to avoid the vast quantity of resultant semen ruining her clothing.

Baglish didn't reply, his expression resigned and sheepish. Teona sighed. They had been getting tetchy with each other as they waited for news of a way home.

It was only two weeks before when Teona has met Baglish in unusual circumstances. In fact 'met' might not be quite the right term if she were honest: rather she had attacked him as he had studied a rift between their own world and the one in which they now found themselves. She looked back in regret at her unprovoked assault but Craftswomen and Mannish Reapers, respective sects of female and male practitioners of magic, were traditional enemies and frankly she had been scared.

Teona's attack had resulted in the both of them being accidentally brought to Contragaia, a planet occupied by demons, a long-lived race of humanoids, a kind of deep red, heavily muscled larger version of humans.

Teona and Baglish had made a truce to work together while they were marooned, sealed by Teona giving him his first ever blowjob, much to his utter delight. As Craftswomen fuelled their magic by swallowing semen, Teona had also enjoyed doing this, particularly as Baglish's sperm was the richest most powerful spunk she'd ever tasted.

They had been fortunate to meet Cecil Arserender, a demon academic from the city of Prolix who had been helping them get back to their own world in return for use of their most precious commodity: Teona's wide flexible mouth, complete with her lithe lissom tongue. Female demons were unable to provide oral sex without overcoming their intensely carnivorous nature and so Teona's oral ability was enough to persuade Cecil to be their agent in the city of Prolix.

Unfortunately both Teona's and Baglish's magical skills were redundant in this existence, although they still worked on each other, and so they'd had to rely on their wits and Teona's oral skills to earn their keep and amass provisions to get them back home. They were waiting on word of the expected formation of another rift which they desperately hoped to use to return.

And today, she had finally finished earning everything they would need for a long journey, hence her stomach being so full of spunk. She'd come back to their room and cleaned herself before collapsing on the high bed she shared with Baglish, replete with demon ejaculate.

Teona burped hugely again. "Oh, goddess, that's better!" she said, relieved despite the rich redolent spunky taste that filled her pretty mouth. She looked at Baglish with a sudden affection. "I know what would cheer you up. I do feel a little better now: would you like me to suck you off?" she offered, licking her lips seductively.

"Oh. Um. OK then," he replied, his hands already reaching for her full dark-tipped creamy breasts as he lay down next to her.

Teona smiled as she shuffled down the bed to pull out his already erect penis.

Once they had arrived in the city, Cecil had taken them to the local ruling body, the Esteemed Council of Fiendish Governance. Despite the rather fearsome name, the demons they had met were thoroughly friendly and civilised if somewhat transactional in their outlook. They had been welcomed as guests in the city but it was clear that they would have to pay their own way.

Cecil had brought them to an inn of an acquaintance where Teona had earned the use of single room by offering the owner use of her mouth once day, a proposal gladly accepted once she'd proved what she could do. And so Teona and Baglish ended up sharing an enormous demon-sized single bed every night.

Teona didn't need to suck Baglish off as often as she did. Because her magic didn't work on any objects or beings of this world she hardly used any of it and so didn't need to top it up consuming his spunk. But Baglish was her only link to home and he was absurdly grateful when she fellated him, not having ever experienced any sexual contact as a, frankly, not particularly attractive eighteen-year old.

And so she did her best to keep him happy without making any massive effort: his penis was more than manageable compared to the huge jaw-stretching demon members she had got used to sucking. And he didn't last very long, often over-excited by her pale leggy curvaceous body, pretty dark-eyed face and long black hair.

Also he had begun to use his own magic to stimulate Teona in return, something she guiltily admitted she'd like to explore further.

She licked his erection, planting light kisses down his shaft before gently caressing his balls with her tongue. As he moaned delightedly she licked back up to the tip before sliding her lips over his glans, flicking her tongue deftly around the ridge and gradually increasing the suction until she was bobbing her head in an assured relentless rhythm.

She tensed suddenly as she felt Baglish grasp his magic, her nipples immediately stiffening as she moistened between her legs. She had no idea why this happened with him but it always felt wonderful. She rubbed herself against his leg as she sucked.

Baglish moaned in pleasure as he stroked her hair and gazed into her eyes. Each time he touched her head with his hand she felt her passion increasing: he was doing something new with his magic to excite her more than usual. She groaned blissfully; it felt so good.

They came together, Teona's delicious body convulsing as she unexpectedly orgasmed. Immediately she tasted Baglish's semen, sending her into a different type of climax, this time caused by the magical effect of swallowing his cum.

It took a few moments for her to recover but when she did, she shuffled up the bed to cuddle into Baglish's arm. "Oh, goddess!" she exclaimed. "Baglish, that was amazing! What did you do?" she said, panting against his shoulder.

"I was considering why you were so sexually sensitive to my magic and thought I'd try to see what would happen if I used it to stimulate your mind more directly. Did it work?"

"Oh my, it worked. I've never come so intensely before," she answered although despite being twenty-five and a veteran cocksucker, she'd admit she wasn't sexually experienced in any other way and indeed was still a virgin.

"Oh, that's great! I wanted to give you something back. You've been so kind to me." She looked up at him and kissed him affectionately on his neck.

They lay comfortably together for a while gazing out onto the tall, almost delicate alabaster spires of Prolix, pink in the cold red light of the strange sun. Prolix itself felt alien to the two of them, not only because of the strange unfamiliar architecture, but because it was built on a large scale for its large inhabitants.

A typical male demon was perhaps half again as tall as Teona who, at home, was considered very tall herself. They were also hairless and heavily muscled and of a carmine colour with pale horns on their heads. The most disconcerting thing about male demons however was their lengthy thick members and enormous heavy testicles, darkly menacing as they dangled freely between thick powerful thighs, freely visible as the custom amongst demonkind was to go naked.

This was worse in some ways for Baglish who seemed intimidated by male demons and terrified of female ones. Their toned muscular bodies, thick-nippled firm breasts and protuberant rich red vulvas seemed to both excite and alarm him as they stared at him hungrily.

Demons of both sexes, had sharp white teeth with alarmingly long canines although female demons were aggressively carnivorous, something else to leave Baglish a quivering wreck whenever he was offered sex by one.

And offers came in for both of them. Demons lived for many human lifetimes and most they met carried a sense of ennui, craving new experiences to stimulate themselves however briefly. Despite Baglish's jealous comments, Teona had only accepted a fraction of the propositions she had received, focusing on pleasuring those who could help them in return. She'd turned down many offers to take her vaginal and anal virginities, not even beginning to want to contemplate how she could ever go from her current status as a sexual ingénue to being able to take any of the enormous cocks she'd sucked up her pussy or even her tight virgin arse.

Baglish too had refused the more enigmatic offers he had received after Cecil warned him that sex with a female demon often left males of their own species seriously injured, let alone whatever they would do to a relatively puny human male. For some reason, watching Baglish's eyes widen in alarm at this revelation, Teona had felt a pang of savage satisfaction that she had him to herself. Not that she was in away possessive; just protective.

Their musings were interrupted by a warning chime that someone was on the way to her room. Baglish made himself decent and, with some effort, pulled open the heavy door. "It's Cecil, he announced."

Teona, who had been about to put on a shirt, threw it aside, leaving her fine breasts exposed. There was no point in getting dressed. Cecil was owed and would want a blowjob and her blouse would only get soaked when he came.

Cecil Arserender was a trainee theoretical thaumophysicist, a student of the structure of magic, who by chance had been tasked with monitoring the rift when it appeared relatively close to the city. He was as polite and softly spoken as all the other male demons with whom they had interacted although Baglish had conjectured that this might be due to a quirk of the translation spell that they used to converse with the humans.

"Good afternoon, Baglish, Teona," he lisped slightly effeminately, his voice a striking contrast to his fierce appearance. "I have both good and bad news!"

Teona strode forward to stand next to Baglish. "What is it?"

"The good news is that we have had a thaumogram from the University of Sintwat that a rift has manifested itself as we conjectured. Your presence represents an imbalance between planes which the multiverse will strive to eliminate hence the spontaneous materialization of the rift which represents a splendid opportunity for you to return to your home world," Cecil intoned pompously.

"That's wonderful!" Teona jumped up and down in joy, clapping her hands together, her fat breasts bouncing delightfully before hugging Cecil, her head at his chest height. She held him briefly, feeling his gargantuan penis twitch powerfully against her stomach. She smiled up at him and reached down with both hands to give it a grateful squeeze.

"And the bad news?" Baglish interrupted.

"Oh, the rift is not on the Bathetic Plain, near Prolix. Rather it has appeared around 300 leagues away in Feecherfart. A journey that might take a month or perhaps longer with your short legs," Cecil replied, idly reaching out grope Teona's breasts as she casually masturbated him.

"It doesn't matter!" Teona said excitedly. "At least we now know that we can get home. We can leave in the morning! Isn't that great news, Baglish?" she asked happily.

Baglish, staring at Cecil's large red hand tweaking Teona's dark brown nipples and her pretty pale hands stretched around his bulky member, grunted in agreement.

"Er, Baglish, would you mind giving Cecil and me a few minutes? I need to thank him for his help," she said as Cecil's erection reared up so that it was poking her breasts.

Baglish tried to slam the door on his way out but, such was its weight, he failed to generate any noise.

As Teona opened her mouth wide for Cecil's thick cock, she thought about her complicated relationship with Baglish. Oh, well. They had to work together and this would be the last demon cock she ever had to suck, so there would be no more need for him to be jealous. Not that he had any right to be so; after all she wasn't his girlfriend, just an acquaintance thrown temporarily together with him by fate.

She bobbed her head as best as she could considering the size of Cecil's nob, swirling her tongue around him and caressing his simply huge gonads, turgid with semen. Cecil made a strange high-pitched sound that Teona had learned was a pleasure response.

She would miss Cecil; he had been helpful and kind to the two of them, admittedly in return for a lot of enthusiastic head. And, even though sucking a demon cock was hard work, she found Cecil's the most pleasant she'd had to fellate, attractively thick and muscular.

Either she was more skilful than she had supposed or demons just didn't have any staying power as within only a few minutes, Cecil was pumping vast quantities of musky spunk into her mouth. She swallowed a little but allowed most to spurt over her massive tits and slender torso until she was coated like an iced sweetbun.

After cleaning herself up, she kissed Cecil on the cheek and thanked him. "Thanks so much for your help, Cecil. We were very lucky to run into you. You've been wonderful."

Cecil smiled alarmingly in return. "It has quite literally been my pleasure, Teona. Your mouth has offered an opportunity for unparalleled ecstasy. I shall miss you terribly. However, even though you will be returning to your existence, I have been inspired to research a permanent opening between our worlds so that I can experience such bliss once again."

"Well good luck with that! I'm sure there are many women in my world who would love to satisfy you with their mouths! In any case, Baglish and I will be off first thing. It's a real shame you can't come with us."

"As much as I would like to, I am unable to spare time from my work," he sighed.

"A real shame. I'm sure you would be really useful to have around and I'd make it worth you while," Teona teased but Cecil just inclined a hand to signal no. "Anyway, we just need to collect our translation amulets from the Gobutt's Magical Supplies and some maps from Buttlick's Cartographers. I've, er, paid them both up front already in anticipation of leaving."

"Well organised as well as orally deft. Baglish is fortunate indeed to have as a mating partner," Cecil said. Teona blushed at his statement but didn't protest. Why was she embarrassed at the thought? She'd been doing some pretty scandalous things these last few weeks. If only her friends Katryn and Garth back at the citadel could see what she'd been up to, they'd have been amazed!

In any case, she made her final goodbyes with Cecil and waited for Baglish to return. Perhaps she'd placate him with another blowjob, when he got back.

The next morning, Teona and Baglish set off early, the sky iridescent with crimson hues. On the way out of the city they stopped at Buttlick's, Prolix's premier map shop. The hoary Buttlick himself picked out three maps for them explaining that the first two-third of their journey would be along safe and well-travelled roads which were enchanted to repel predators. After that though they would have to cross the wilderness of the Ptowng Mountains to get to Sintwat near to where the new rift had appeared. 

"It's lovely to see some use for proper traditional maps," he said fondly. "Beats a direction spell any day for beauty. Shame you can't use magic but these will do you well -- all on real fiend skin so untearable. The Ptowng mountain map is geographically correct but I can't vouch for whatever's living in there though. Are you sure there's nothing else you need?" he said leering at Teona.

Teona blushed, remembering how she'd blown Buttlick on account, not knowing exactly where the rift would manifest but wanting to be ready just in case with suitable maps. "No, nothing else, thanks!"

Gobbut, the magic dealer, was more professional as he handed them two amulets, although Teona still felt somewhat self-conscious as she had spent a lot of time fellating him to earn enough credit for the valuable sorcerous items. The amulets wouldn't work directly on Teona or Baglish but they would on anyone they met, effectively translating from any language to one they would understand, a neat way of getting around their inability to use local magic.

As they left the store, Teona glanced around at the cornucopia of merchandise thinking there would be other useful items in there but knowing she could be blowing Gobbut forever to get them. They had to get to the rift as soon as possible. After all, what if it disappeared and they were stuck here forever?

They soon fell into a steady rhythm as they walked on the North Road from Prolix across rolling plains of a wide red-bladed grass, punctuated by stands of graceful orange elms. They started at dawn every day and walked to dusk only stopping for food around midday, their bodies soon getting used to the wear and tear of continuous trudging. They often met demons on the route who would be amazed at meeting such unusual and slow creatures but were always unfailing polite.

Watching a demon carry enormous packs as if they were weightless, it was quite obvious why they hadn't ever domesticated any of the local fauna as pack animals or to ride. They simply didn't need them; which was a shame as horses or the equivalent would have made a huge difference to the journey.

As they hiked, they chatted comfortably about themselves and their experiences. Baglish seemed amazed at the opulent glamour of Teona's early years as a princess and then at the nurturing environment in the Craftswomen's Citadel which she'd inhabited for the last seven. She was sympathetic as she listened to how he could hardly remember his mother as he'd been sold to the Mannish Reapers as a child of only seven. Since then his life had been even harder, unendingly harsh and competitive as he trained to become a fully qualified sorcerer.

Every night they would sleep together in a tent at a marked resting place, still covered by the road's safety enchantment. And every night, Baglish would nuzzle her neck and slip his hands under her blouse to gently fondle her breasts or into her undershorts to squeeze her buttocks until she kissed him back. Then she would slowly, relaxedly suck him off whilst he stimulated her magically until they came together in a mutually satisfying orgasm, although she was careful never to let Baglish touch her pussy. They always slept well. And whenever she woke before him, Teona would suck him awake to do it all over again, setting them up handsomely for their day of travel.

It took them a month to get to the Ptowng Mountains by which time Teona felt that Baglish was her best friend. She wasn't sure he was more than that, despite their nocturnal activities; after all when she got back to the Citadel she could hardly bring an apprentice Reaper with her. Still they had a long way to go and this was the dangerous part of their journey as they'd be leaving the spelled safety of the road.

Their pace slowed as the ground steadily rose through foothills to some more substantial peaks. Buttlick's map proved to perfectly accurate but they travelled cautiously wary of animals and unfriendly inhabitants.




To the Citadel and Beyond Ch. 02



They had armed themselves with curved demon daggers that were the size of human short-swords and they were able to fend off various encounters with aggressive fauna including a startled family of tusked rabbit-like creatures, a hunting pack of sinuous canine snakes and a flatulent shimmering carnivorous sloth-like werebeast.

All-in-all though, with careful woodcraft and simple common sense, they managed for four days before they ran into any trouble.

They were walking through a forest of spindly sparkle-leaved cedars when the ground suddenly fell away beneath them, tumbling them into a concealed pit.

"Oh, Belal! Are you all right?" Baglish asked, groaning as he picked himself up.

Teona, who had landed hard on her bottom, grunted that she was. They looked around at the vertical walls and the leaf-strewn net that had fooled them, wondering how they would be able to leave.

However, before they could try anything several diminutive figures appeared at the top of the pit, peppering them with small thorn darts.

"Stop that," Baglish protested. "Oh, hang on, I think we've been poisoned..." he said, before collapsing. Teona looked at him bewilderedly before her vision blurred and she slipped into unconsciousness.

Teona woke in an enormous cage woven from toughened bark and silver wire sitting on a platform amongst what looked like squat green clay buildings. Her head was pounding. Peering through the bars were two kneeling wide-eyed demon children, a rare sight in Prolix. Because they lived many human lifetimes, demons rarely reproduced.

She heard a groan next to her as Baglish slowly sat up, rubbing his temples. Their packs and swords were gone but they still had their translation amulets hanging around their necks.

"Are you OK?" she asked him, not waiting for his answer before reaching to heal him with a touch to his head.

"Oh! Thanks, that's better," he said. "Here let me try with you." Baglish's healing technique was cruder than hers but, after an initial shudder, she felt grateful for his intervention.

"What happened?" she said, turning her attention back to the two peering faces outside of the cage. "Please can you get your parents," she asked relatively politely considering her circumstances.

The two demons jumped up. "We're not children to be patronised," said one in a silky voice.

The other concurred indignantly. "No, we are imps and proud of it!" she said in cultured tones.

Now that Teona's head was clearer it was obvious that they weren't children at all but rather a smaller version of demons, perhaps half the size of then, only a little shorter than typical humans. The two figures were undeniably female with nude lushly curvaceous figures, cherry skin, big eyes and slender lips. Their nipples were dark red and the lips of their pussies prominent and glistening. They were hairless with slender, curved horns on their heads decorated with various tiny trinkets and baubles.

Teona noticed that Baglish was staring at the two imps lecherously and, on impulse, she elbowed him.

"Oomph! What did you do that for?" he complained but Teona just raised an eyebrow at his foolishness and addressed their captors.

"Hello. I am Teona and my gawping companion is Baglish. I apologise for not recognising your, um, impishness. Please, why have you detained us? We weren't doing you any harm. Please let us go," she asked calmly.

"Oh, but you have incurred a tariff! A significant one. We must fetch the comptroller-thing to present your schedule," said the imp on the left.

Both of them jumped off the platform and ran off, making a trilling sound obviously calling for others. Realising they were momentarily unobserved, Baglish vainly tried to break open the cage but it was too sturdy so he desisted.

Soon enough the cage was surrounded but twenty to thirty almost identical female imps, only differentiated by their horn decorations, all cooing and twittering as they studied their caged captives. Teona shook her head as Baglish stared hungrily at the numerous breasts and bottoms invitingly on show around their prison. What was he playing at?

"Lila and Nila are fetching the comptroller-thing," she heard one chirrup. "Here it comes!"

Teona glanced at Baglish in puzzlement at the strange sight of a male imp running comically towards them, knees ridiculously high and holding a wide flat cylinder above his head as he was chased by their two original captors wielding ornate three-headed switches which they flicked at his bottom to urge him on.

"Harrup, harrup, comptroller-thing," the female crowd encouraged musically as he jumped onto the platform and stopped miserably in front of the cage.

Either Lila or Nila (it was difficult to tell which) proclaimed, "Comptroller-thing, item the schedule!"

The comptroller-thing, grumbling all the while, carefully put down the box he had been carrying and pulled out a circular parchment and what looked like a charred talon. He made some scratches with the talon on the parchment before clearing his throat.

"Regarding the two, er, unidentified creatures. Their schedule of crimes is: item 1, trespassing in the sanctified Spittleberry grove; item 2, wanton damage of valuable geehog trap net; and item 3, entering Lackimp village without properly observed obeisance and genuflections. In total the charges for these outrageous violations comes to five and one-eight dinkets."

Teona protested, "This is ridiculous. We didn't know about your grove or your trap and we were unconscious when you brought us into the village." But she was shouted down by the assembly of imps.

"In addition," the comptroller-thing continued, "there are extra charges for use of eleven geehog darts, thirty-seven minims of labourer-thing usage and one day's extra-luxury accommodation in the village cage. In total the tariff to date comes to nine and seven-thirty-seconds dinkets."

This was greeted by cheering and capering from the female imps, causing Baglish to groan aloud, presumably at the mass of bouncing breast-flesh. Teona gave him a hard look.

"Please we don't have any dinkets. These charges are completely unfair..." she began but was interrupted by Lila (or Nila).

"No dinkets! Well have you any freshly harvested bull fiend sebaceous exudations? A sixth of a mini-smidgeon would suffice to cover your tariff," she said.

"No!" Teona answered confusedly. Freshly harvested what?

"Ooh, no dinkets, no exudations!" the gathered imps cavorted.

"Well then you must clear your schedule with orgasms!" Lila (or Nila) proclaimed triumphantly at which the imps cheered loudly, clapping and dancing in a delighted frolic.

"What in Belal's teeth is going on?" Baglish asked but Teona just shook her head in bewilderment. She had no idea but suspected it couldn't be good.

Once the crowd had quietened down, Nila (or Lila) came to talk to them. "So, you may pay your debt by providing us with one-hundred and thirteen orgasms." She leaned closer to Teona. "We did inspect your thing while it was unconscious," she continued nodding to Baglish, "and noticed that its penis, once stimulated, was of the perfect size to provide many fine orgasms. I have no idea what species you are however our own things' genitals are functional but tiny and, although we have occasionally been owed a tariff by a demon, theirs are too large for any practical use."

"What! I wondered why my breeches were undone!" Baglish exclaimed.

Lila (or Nila) made a surprised pout with her mouth. "Your thing spoke to you without permission. I suggest you beat it with a tanglethorn sprout. That would shut it up."

Teona thought that might not be such as bad idea and shushed Baglish before he could angrily respond. "So, if I've understood correctly, we need to give you a hundred and thirteen orgasms before you'll let us go?"

"That is correct. Although for every day we provide you with accommodation, your tariff will also be charged an extra five," she confirmed. "Perhaps your thing can start with giving me an orgasm?" she said, eyeing Baglish in anticipation.

Teona couldn't believe it. What kind of bizarre life did these imps lead? "This is ridiculous. What are we going to do?" she moaned.

Baglish cleared his throat. "Well, maybe we should try to give them what they want. I'm sure we could, um, reduce our balance in a few days."

Teona eyed her companion disparagingly. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You can hardly keep your eyes off them!" she replied huffily

"What! It's no different to you sucking off all those demons! You were always complaining that I wasn't doing anything to help get us back home. Here's my chance!" Baglish protested, much to the general amazement of the surrounding imps.

"Fine then! Just get on with it!" Teona yelled, crossing her arms indignantly, confused by her feelings and furious with both herself and Baglish.

The imps took this as agreement and carefully tied Teona to the cage wall, leaving two guards holding sharpened stakes to watch her whilst several others entered the enclosure.

Lila (or Nila) clapped her hands eagerly. "Tell your thing to take off its coverings and lie down. I get to go first because I'm the eldest."

Baglish didn't wait for Teona to say anything but pulled off his breeches and undershorts to reveal his erection, much to the satisfaction of the watching imps, before lying on his back just in front of her.

Nila (or Lila) stood over him before squatting down, deftly catching his penis and plunging down onto him. Baglish groaned in pleasure, his hands reaching up to fondle her large perky red breasts.

"How does it feel, Lila?" Nila asked entering the cage, waiting for her go.

Lila (definitely) moaned happily in reply. "Oh, it's wonderful, sister! You will enjoy it immensely!" she said, grinding her hips back and forth.

Teona didn't know whether to be amazed by the spectacle of this perfectly formed but undersized woman satisfying herself with such vigour and passion or jealousy as she watched Baglish lose his virginity.

Not that she was sure why she felt jealous. After all, their relationship was one on convenience and he was right that she'd had plenty of sex with demons even if only using her mouth. And yet, she couldn't help but feel resentful as the imp fucked him so zealously and with such obvious delight.

Lila suddenly tensed up and let out a piercing cry as she came, briefly collapsing on Baglish before being pulled off him by Nila.

"One orgasm," she heard the comptroller-thing murmur as she scratched at his parchment.

Nila didn't take long to come either but she was joined by Baglish who bellowed in pleasure as he emptied himself inside her as she climaxed.

The imp who had been standing ready for her go was not amused. She turned to Teona. "Your thing has oozed his secretion and softened. How do I harden him once more?"

"Er, well, he likes being, um, stimulated orally," Teona suggested.

"With mouth and tongue? I shall try to do so," she said, kneeling down to lean over Baglish's sticky cock and swiping it with her tiny cute tongue, causing him to moan in renewed pleasure.

The comptroller-thing was scratching at his parchment again. "Another orgasm less one back, so still net one," he intoned.

Teona groaned in sudden comprehension. "Baglish, you mustn't come. Every time one of them makes you spunk they add one to our total. Do you understand? Make them climax without orgasming yourself."

"Oh, OK," he replied, his cock now stiff in the imp's hand. "I'll do my best."

For the next few hours, Teona watched incredulously as Baglish serviced a dozen or more imps. As his confidence improved, he fucked them in different positions and Teona was impressed with how his stamina improved. She supposed her regular blowjobs must have helped but this didn't really make her feel much better. He was certainly making them come and only came every four or five imps himself so was making a reasonable net positive gain.

Eventually though, despite desperate and skilful ministrations he couldn't get it up anymore. The final imp who'd done her best to resurrect his erection stomped off, moodily promising to be back first thing the next morning.

The comptroller-thing made some final scratches and declared that a net thirteen had been reduced from their bill, leaving exactly one hundred to go.

Teona was untied and collapsed down next to the exhausted Baglish. "You did really well, Baglish," she acknowledged begrudgingly.

He turned to smile at her, "Thanks." He reached out to hold her. "You know that none of them are as beautiful as you, Teona?" he said tenderly.

Teona blushed in response, not sure she knew exactly how she felt. "Thanks," she squeaked. Goddess, he was infuriating!

As night fell, Teona and Baglish were given their bedrolls and allowed out individually for ablutions, although still under guard. The cage was covered and they fell asleep in each others arms.

The next day was much like the latter. They had discussed how they needed to get away as quickly as possible and Teona suggested to the imps, who still wouldn't talk directly to Baglish as her 'thing', that they make use of Baglish's fingers and tongue whilst they waited to fuck him to speed the process up.

In fact Baglish proved to be a quick learner and even made some of them orgasm using his tongue alone. By the end of the day their balance was down in the seventies.

That night Teona felt quite unsettled as she held Baglish. She had to admit to herself that been envious of the imps as they rode his face and cock, perhaps wishing that she could have a go, not because of any real feeling for Baglish just to see what it was like. She kissed and nuzzled Baglish's neck until he turned to her wearily and used his magic to make her come intensely whilst tweaking her nipples. They both slept soundly until dawn.

The next morning as Teona watched Baglish enthusiastically lick an imp to distraction, she had a sudden thought. Why couldn't she do the same? She knew some of her sisters at the Citadel enjoyed each other in this way and, although she didn't find women attractive, the thought didn't repulse her at all.

Tentatively she offered to go down on an imp much to Baglish's obvious excitement. The imp happily accepted and lay down in front of her, legs splayed, as Teona hesitantly licked at her proud pussy lips. The taste was actually quite pleasant and Teona bent to her task with more vigour, flicking her clit and catching Baglish's eye as he took another imp from behind. She had no idea why he found it so stimulating to watch but she winked at him mischievously to tease him in any case.

They took a break at midday for food and ablutions, Teona happy that she could contribute to attaining their freedom at last. While she was eating some unidentifiable fruity gruel, she was approached by Nila, who in the role of co-hetwoman jointly ran the village with her sister.

"I understand from the innovations that you have introduced that you are keen to reduce your schedule more quickly. I have a proposition for you. I wish you to service our things or 'males'. We have fifteen or so that we keep for labour or other specialised tasks such as comptrolling and geehog-lamping. We also use them to breed when in season but in the off-season we need to keep them satisfied to avoid fighting and high-spirited scraps. Now usually the task would fall by lottery amongst the most junior imps but I thought you might wish to take the opportunity to accelerate your release..."

Teona didn't know what to say at first but after she briefly considered before replying, "I'm really sorry but I can't! I really want to leave but I've never had full, er, sex before. And I'm not ready to do it yet."

"I see! Not even with your thing? If I had a thing like yours I would use him regularly. In any case, I suspect that your pussy might quickly become somewhat loose and ineffectual for our things' tiny todgers. I know you are adept with your mouth but I couldn't help notice whilst inspecting your thing that his anus is snug and tight. If yours is the same it would be perfect. I would even be willing to strike six orgasms for every five you service," Nila offered.

Teona, shocked at her own naughtiness but desperate to get back at home, eventually negotiated a rate of three orgasms for every two male imps she satisfied with her bottom.

Baglish wasn't particularly happy about the arrangement but couldn't come up with any practical reasons why she shouldn't do it. "But your arse is so nice, it just seems a shame for it to go to waste on some imps!" he was eventually reduced to complaining.

"It's my arse and I can give it to whomever I want! Look, if we go for it this afternoon we could be done by tomorrow," she replied, determined to be free as soon as possible.

In the end, satisfying the 'things' with her bottom proved less taxing than Teona had feared. Nila provided her with a vegetable-based lubricant and Teona got onto her hands and knees on a low platform while the comptroller-thing took his turn first, standing behind her and unceremoniously shoving himself into her butt.

"Ooooh," Teona wailed, her eyes almost crossing at the slightly painful but extremely peculiar feeling of having her bottom violated. Luckily the imp's penis was slight and slender and it took little time for her to become accustomed to being buggered. She even clenched herself to accelerate his orgasm, successfully bringing him off in no more than ten minutes, ready for another.

And so Teona and Baglish finally paid off their debt to Lackimp village, Teona on her hands and knees taking it up the arse and Baglish with two imps riding his cock and face while he fingered another two to climax. They even built their balance into a small credit in order to be allowed to stay another night, not wanting to leave in the dark.

Although they were both wary of duplicity the imps were punctiliously exact and scrupulous to the dinket, allowing them to go free once the balance was exactly zero. In fact as they were left an orgasm in credit owing to Baglish's minor miscalculation, Nila insisted on giving one back to them before they go, a task for which Baglish immediately volunteered. And so Teona had to stand and wait, arms crossed and foot tapping, whilst he fucked the imp's pert pouty mouth, holding onto her horns as he rammed himself down her throat until he spunked over her face. Of course Baglish had accidentally miscalculated, she thought sceptically to herself.

Despite the delay in Lackimp, Teona found herself in a happy and playful mood as they made their way through valleys and passes in the Ptowng Mountains. She flirted with Baglish, confusing him no end, not entirely sure why she was doing so but enjoying his befuddlement as she teased him.

Over the next few days they hiked tirelessly, fending off an attack by a shoal of amphibious feathered tree pike and avoiding a trap laid by a coughing three-armed spike-collared ape. Their spirits were high as they crested the mountain-tops and began to ascend slowly through foothills towards the distant Feecherfart plain.

As they were passing under a blue hanging-branched tree on a narrow ridge, Teona tripped heavily, her foot caught by a root.

"Are you OK?" Baglish said, laughing at her stumble as he turned back to help her.

"Oh ha ha," Teona said sarcastically as she prepared to stand up. Suddenly though she felt a tug at her ankle and was horrified to see a blue tentacle wrapping around her calf. "Baglish, help me!" she screamed scrabbling for her sword.

She managed to grab it and hacked down as she was pulled back towards the tree the boughs of which she could see were now waving spontaneously. She managed to free herself but was abruptly caught by several tentacle-like branches, forcing her to drop her sword. She called for help again but Baglish was similarly caught although he was still holding his sword desperately trying to wield it but unable to move.




To the Citadel and Beyond Ch. 02



She felt herself dragged towards the tree until she was a few feet from the trunk which was supported by a twisted mass of roots high off the ground. From within these roots, two fat bulbous-headed tentacles appeared and slithered up her legs, probing at her clothing.

"No, get off!" Teona screamed but she couldn't stop them ripping off her breeches and undershorts in one powerful convulsion. Her worst fears were confirmed as the tentacles headed to the junction of her legs, one at her vagina and one at her anus as her ankles were forced apart.

Making a desperate decision, she grabbed with both hands at the one prodding her pussy, knowing that she couldn't save both of her orifices from invasion. The free tentacle twisted as it pushed up her butt causing her to screech in discomfort and almost making her lose her grip on the writhing member trying to steal her virginity.

Just as her grip was about to slip, Baglish scythed through the limbs around her with his sword, obviously having managed to free himself. The arms concentrated on attacking him but he managed to fend them off enough to chop through the tentacle up her butt, sending the tentacles around them into paroxysm of what she thought might be agony.

She groaned in discomfort as he hefted her over his shoulder and ran from the thrashing branches, stooping to grab her pack which had been thrown off in the confusion but leaving her sword.

The severed tentacle pulsated disconcertingly in her bottom as she was bounced up and down on Baglish's shoulder.

Once they were safely away from the tree, any trees, further down the ridge, Baglish placed her down gently. "Are you all right, Teona?" he asked with concern.

"Ooooh! Oh! It's still wriggling in my butt, Baglish! Get it out! It feels so strange," Teona screamed, not having felt anything so alien inside her before.

She got onto her hands and knees, yelping loudly, her arse in the air as Baglish tried to pull the tentacle stump out of her bum. Eventually, he managed to wriggle a finger into her rectum and yanked it out, studying it with a disgusted expression. "It's like a seed pod or something," he said before throwing it off the ridge, far away.

"Oh Baglish! It feels so weird. I can feel a heat all through my bum and my pussy! Oh fuck!" she swore uncharacteristically.

"It's all out though. Here let me check," Baglish said, sliding his index finger into her arse to feel. As soon as she felt him inside her, she knew she needed more.

"Oh, yes, that's better. Please, slide your finger in and out. Oh, yes, Baglish! Don't stop," Teona groaned, her body aflame with strange hot feelings.

Baglish did as she asked but said, "Teona, I think that thing up your bum has drugged you in some way. You have to calm down..."

"I can't calm down. I need you to fuck me now!" she screeched, desperate for him to thrust his fingers in harder.

"You want me to fuck your arse? Or your pussy?" Baglish asked incredulously.

"I meant my arse but my cunt's on fire too. Please Baglish," she whined, wanting both. "Fuck my pussy. I know you want to. I need you so much," she begged, reaching back to grab his semi-stiff cock through his breeches. It felt good in her hand; it would feel even better inside her. "Come on, be a man and take me!"

Baglish grunted, obviously caught in a dilemma. "Oh, Teona. I've wanted you since the moment I first saw you in that cave. But I know you'll kill me if I fuck you when you're like this. But I can do this," he said grabbing her hips and flipping her over onto her back.

Teona groaned in pleasure as he bent his head down and licked her glorious pussy up and down. "Oh, yes that's good Baglish. All that practice has really paid off! Stick your fingers up my bum, please!" she said, astounded with her own wantonness.

Baglish complied, sliding two fingers up her arse and wiggling them before sucking on her clit and nibbling her pussy lips. Teona moaned as he licked her to orgasm after orgasm but whatever the tentacle pod had done to her it still couldn't quench the fire burning in her loins. She had to have more.

"Please, Baglish, fuck me," she pleaded, "I promise I won't be cross. I fancy you so much. I want you to be my first. Please stick your cock inside me!"

Baglish growled in frustration before standing up, pulling down his breeches and kneeling between her legs, hard cock in hand staring down into Teona's dark eyes. "Do it," she begged, not caring about the consequences.

With a groan, he flipped her over and positioned himself at the entrance to her pussy, rubbing his cock up and down her moist lips. Just as she thought he was going to finally fuck her though he aimed higher, at her arsehole, pushing himself into her anus in a long thrust.

"Oooooooohhhh," Teona moaned as Baglish used her bum. "That's so good, darling. Oh, yes," she said, reaching down between her legs to play with her clit, his cock soothing her need with every thrust.

Baglish had obviously developed sexual stamina in the imp-cage as he banged her butt from behind for what felt like ages until he couldn't hold off any longer. "Oh, Teona, I'm going to come."

"Yes, do it, Baglish! Do it up my butt," Teona screamed as she came yet again. Baglish spurted into her rectum and she felt him use a gentle stream of magic to stimulate her further until she slid off him in a satisfied stupor. That had really hit the spot!

Teona woke the next morning, feeling refreshed if a little sore in her bum. Baglish had obviously cleaned and re-clothed her and set up camp around her. He was still asleep, looking peaceful in his repose.

She remembered the night before with embarrassment, recalling the virtually unquenchable heat between her legs and the way she had begged Baglish to fuck her. She was immensely grateful to him for not doing so, or at least only doing her arse.

"Baglish," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "Are you all right, darling?"

He opened his eyes, blinking away his drowsiness before looking at her sheepishly. "Oh. Good morning. More pertinently, are you all right?"

Teona smiled at him. "A bit sore but I'll be fine. Thanks for looking after me last night," she said, her face reddening slightly.

"Um, well, ok. I mean it was my, er, pleasure. As it were," he said blushing himself, until they both burst out laughing. She hadn't really noticed until now but he seemed to be filling out, a little less youthful and gangly and perhaps a little more manly. Certainly his acne seemed to have disappeared. He wasn't actually that ugly all things considered, she thought as they struck camp.

They finally reached the edge of the Feecherfart plain after another two days of gentle walking.

"We have a decision to make now," Baglish said, looking at their map. "We can rest in the city of Sintwat which is a day away or cut across to where the rift has been seen further north of here."

Teona looked over his shoulder. "If we go to the city, I'll only end up staying for a few days and sucking off more demons and frankly, I've had enough of that. Let's go for it. We can be home in two days!"

"And then what?" Baglish said, looking her in the eye until she looked away, not knowing how to reply. Then what, indeed? Well, then she'd go back to the Citadel and he would go back to train as a Mannish Reaper and they'd get on with their lives and hope they never met in confrontation. But she would miss him, his goofy expressions and thick red hair, his newfound confidence and the way he stared at her with open need.

"I don't know. Let's see. Maybe..." she replied eventually, tailing off in confusion.

The last two days of their epic journey were rather subdued. Certainly Teona felt that, although she was desperate to get home, she would definitely yearn for Baglish's companionship as well as for the sense of purpose that the quest provided. She'd catch herself though, shaking her head at her stupidity. Don't be silly! Once your back home, safely in the Citadel, chatting to Katryn about the whole sorry affair, you won't miss any of it!

As if sensing her distancing herself from him, Baglish responded by sinking into a sullen melancholy; Teona didn't try and draw him out of it.

The rift had been sighted on a cliff-face at the edge of the plain where it climbed upwards into some higher moorland. As they approached the position marked on the map, they expected to be met by a representative from the University of Sintwat, as arranged by Cecil all those weeks ago by thaumogram, a kind of magical communication that could be used instantaneously across long distances.

They were elated when the found a campsite but puzzled because it looked like it had been empty for a while.

"This must be the place," Teona said. "But where has he gone? Cecil assured me that there would be someone here monitoring the rift at all times."

Baglish shrugged. "Let's go and find it. Perhaps he's there," he said although he didn't sound too confident.

They walked up from the campsite towards the cliff in front of them, looking out for the shimmering sliver glow of the gateway back to their own world that they had last seen months back.

Baglish glimpsed it first. "There, I think I see it!" he exclaimed striding ahead of her through a bank of shrubs in his excitement.

Teona smiled at his enthusiasm and hurried after him but stumbled over something as she followed. She looked down and was horrified to see an outstretched muscular red arm. In trepidation, she pulled aside a bush and gasped. Lying there was the hideously twisted body of a demon, perhaps the very one they had expected to meet here.

But what in existence could break something as large and as powerful as a fully grown male demon?

"Baglish! Wait!" she screamed but too late. When she had seen her first demon, she had felt petrified at their huge muscularity and fearsome countenance. But the creature that suddenly shockingly stepped out in front of Baglish from behind a fold in the cliff-face and casually backhanded him thirty feet away into the undergrowth was infinitely more terrifying.

She knew immediately that it was a fiend, a bull fiend judging by the prodigious genitalia dangling menacingly between its substantial thighs.

They'd learned in Prolix that fiends were related to demons, huge rare solitary hunters that were significantly larger, more aggressive and cunning than their smaller cousins. This one was certainly huge, perhaps twice as tall as Teona, thickly muscled with enormous curled horns, wily eyes, a mouthful of enormous rending fangs and rich burgundy skin.

Unnervingly the fiend was standing unnaturally still, gazing enigmatically at an innocuous spot in the sky, as if completely ignoring her.

Conflicting impulses tore through Teona's mind as she stared at it, horrified by its intimidating bulk. Baglish! Poor sweet Baglish was hurt and she needed to get to him to heal him. But then the fiend would get her: it had moved so terrifyingly quickly, she'd have no chance. She should make a run for it to have any opportunity to survive.

In reality though, she knew that she couldn't do either of these things. Truth be told, she was petrified with fear. She couldn't move. Even when it smoothly turned its head to look at her and danced towards her in a handful of liquid strides with distressingly beautiful balance, she didn't twitch, she didn't breathe.

The fiend stopped in front of her, holding his chin in a contemplative stance as it gazed down at her. Trembling, Teona slowly dragged her eyes from its colossal veiny dark-red penis which was right in front of her face to look up at her assailant.

Its eyes were alarmingly intelligent, its pupil as black as night on a blood red background. Its nostrils were large and flaring, its lips thin and pensive. Its musky reek was both utterly corrupt and completely beguiling with such enormous masculinity that, despite her terror, Teona was horrified to feel her nipples stiffen in response and her pussy moisten dramatically. Oh, goddess, no! Not again!

"What manner of thing are you?" he finally asked, his voice deep and rich and wholly enthralling, causing Teona to let out a pathetic whimper of mixed fear and lust.

"I'm, I'm a human," she managed to stammer.

"A human? You are strange to me but I am pleased by your form. I will enjoy you until you rupture and fail," he replied sonorously. "I am Feswath-Qa. My mode is abstract dynamic. My indication is capricious poetic. My erotic variations are disparate. I am markedly vibrant. I rend. I accomplish. I fascinate. All my works are esteemed. I am I am your heart, your core, your god. You will worship me."

Teona didn't understand most of what he was saying but she could feel the impact of his musk throughout her body which suddenly desperately needed to please him. However, the rational part of her mind was screaming in protest. "No," she said, shaking her head to deny him.

Feswath-Qa smiled chillingly. His hand abruptly swooped down, a long curved fingernail slicing delicately through her blouse as if it weren't there. Teona gasped as her full pale dark-tipped breasts were exposed but she still couldn't move, paralysed into immobility.

She moaned in protest as the fiend slowly brought his index finger to her left nipple and flicked it tenderly with a dangerously sharp talon.

"Oohhh," she shuddered in a small but involuntary orgasm. "Please, don't!" she begged but he ignored her, flicking her other one with the same result. Her eyes widened in alarm as his penis started to thicken and rise in front of her face until it was pointed straight at her. She had never seen anything so threatening in her life. She so wanted to touch it, to love it though.

"Demonstrate your adulation for me," he ordered her. Teona, knowing she had to buy time, stepped forward unsteadily and reached out with both hands, sliding over the fiend's gargantuan glans, her fingers barely able to encircle his muscular breadth. It felt warm and hard like aged wood.

She hugged it to her as Feswath-Qa rumbled contentedly, sliding her breasts down it to passionately kiss the very tip of his massive cock, working the tip of her tongue into his slit. Immediately she knew she had made a mistake. The taste of his thick clear pre-cum sent a bolt of lust through her body, many times more powerful than his scent. She felt herself rapidly losing any semblance of control.

She tried vainly to take the head of his enormous erection into her mouth but couldn't. It was simply too big.

"I am your heart, your core, your god. You will worship me," he repeated. And this time Teona knew she wouldn't resist.

"Yes, you are my god," she agreed even though a small part of her was horrified at herself for such a licentious capitulation.

Feswath-Qa laughed, a deep visceral rumble. He then reached down and effortlessly picked her up by her hips, positioning his monstrous member between her smooth thighs. Inside she cried out in fear. There was no way it would fit inside her!

But instead of fighting, she lifted her arms up to hold his shoulders as he slowly, inexorably pushed her down onto him, ripping her virginity away from her.

Despite the inconceivable pain which stabbed through her as she was impaled upon him, her scream had as much lust in it as agony, her body racked by multiple climaxes until he couldn't push it in any further. And then he began to fuck her in earnest.

Through a fog of ardour and anguish, Teona was bounced up and down, repeatedly lifted up into the air before being pulled down mightily onto the fiend's gigantic genitalia. Despite this, on an upstroke, she noticed movement over his shoulder. Baglish!

As she was soundly rogered by the massive beast, she kept catching glances through her tears of Baglish crawling out of the undergrowth into which he'd been thrown. It was difficult to think about anything but her lust but she began to feel a rising hope that he could do something to rescue her. She had no idea what but she trusted him absolutely.

So her despair was severe as she saw that he wasn't trying to come to her rescue but was crawling towards the cliff-face where she could see the gentle glimmering of the rift back to their own world. She wanted to call out to him but couldn't do anything but scream in orgasm after orgasm.

Of course who could blame him for trying to save himself? There really was nothing he could do to liberate her anyway. The fiend would murder him without a thought. Resigned to being used until her body gave up, Teona wailed at her fate.

Then there was a sudden curious thumping sound and she felt herself thrown from her rapist. The breath was knocked out of her as landed heavily in front of him but she still managed to gasp in astonishment as she looked up to see him bathed in a lambent green glow, roaring in distress.

It took a few moments to piece together what was happening but then she realised that she'd seen such light before. She looked behind the fiend to see a lance of emerald energy coming from through the rift.

Of course! Baglish had gone into the rift and was back in their own world which meant he could use his magic! She didn't really understand how it worked but judging from the writhing of the fiend it definitely was.

But then her she moaned in anguish as the fiend turned and determinedly and swiftly began to walk back towards Baglish, combating the sorcerous assault and slowly conquering it.

Fighting against her own shameful arousal, Teona tried to help, staggering to her feet and throwing a blue fireball towards the monster's back. But it just dissipated as soon as it touched him. She groaned in despair. She needed to get to the other side of the rift before she could make any difference. She lurched forwards, knowing though that there was no way she could get there before Feswath-Qa did.

She could see Baglish through the rift, his right hand bravely held up in front of him projecting the beam towards the fiend. With the other though he was beckoning to her, frantically trying to signal her to come towards him more quickly.

Or perhaps..., she thought. Oh! It was so simple. She could help! She reached out to Baglish and sent her power towards him, in the same way he did to her when they'd been so intimate through their journey.

She saw Baglish stand up straighter, his bleak expression lightening immediately until he was smiling back at the approaching fiend.

Perhaps Feswath-Qa momentarily realised that something was wrong because he paused fleetingly before launching himself forward but by then it was too late. Baglish took Teona's energy and linked to her, melding their magic together before hurling it back at the fiend.

Teona shielded her eyes as the green light brightened incandescently. She heard Feswath-Qa shriek in misery and then silence.

She looked up cautiously. Nothing. He was gone, vaporised by their combined power.

"Quick, Teona. Come through before it closes!" she heard Baglish cry hoarsely,

She nodded and ran awkwardly towards the rift in a panic throwing herself at the glimmering gateway, into Baglish's waiting arms. They collapsed together in a heap, the rift winking out of existence behind them, any imbalance between the worlds snuffed out by her passage.

"Oh, Baglish! Are we really home?" she asked, lying on top of him.

Baglish looked around. "Yes! And looking at these trees I would wager that we're in the North Grubby Forest!"

Teona tried to get up but shooting pains deep in abdomen made her whimper in agony. The fiend had ripped her apart.

Baglish stroked her face in concern, kissing her forehead. "Let me heal you, Teona," he breathed.

She felt her body respond as he re-grasped his magic. She still felt as horny as a she-wolf in heat but reached out and linked to him with her own power. "Together," she said and gasped as he mended her using both their energies.




To the Citadel and Beyond Ch. 02



She sat up, still astride him. She felt so much better, all the pain she had been feeling gone. But she was still totally aroused. She looked down at him. "And you? Do you need healing?"

"Oh, yes, please. I feel as weak as a kitten."

"Good!" she said, reaching down and pulling at his breeches. "I don't want you to be able to resist."

"What! No, stop, Teona! You've been drugged again by that beast! You'll regret doing this," Baglish said, ineffectually trying to stop her.

"Oh no I bloody won't!" she swore, pulling his undershorts down and grabbing hold of his cock.

Expertly using her mouth and tongue it didn't take long to bring Baglish to full erection by which time he'd stopped resisting. "Hmmmm. That's better!" she said happily before sitting back astride him, lowering herself until the end of his penis was lodged snugly at her pussy opening. "I wanted you to be my first, Baglish. But if I can't have that then I want you as soon as I can!" she said slowly sliding herself down until he was fully inside her.

It felt wonderful; it felt right. She sighed contentedly. "And now I'll heal you!" she said as she rocked gently back and forth on him as he groped her pale fat tits.

They linked together as she restored him to health. "Oh this is so perfect," Teona sighed, feeling utterly content and at peace. She bent down and kissed Baglish passionately, grinding her hips onto him as he grabbed her bum.

Teona lost count of the number of times she came as she rode Baglish, their intertwined magic adding an extra dimension to their coupling. She felt his excitement mounting as he got closer to his own climax. "Come inside me," she whispered to him.

"What? Not in your mouth?" he asked, despite his imminent release.

"I do need my energy topping up but I want you to come inside me this first time. You can come in my mouth next time! And the time after!"

Baglish groaned loudly as he spunked deep inside Teona's pussy and she came once more during his final spurts.

They made love all until dusk, leisurely trying out different positions, Baglish pulling out to come in her mouth every time, even after he had daringly sodomised her.

After that she lay in his arms as they sat next to a fire they had lit to keep them warm in the colder climate in which they now found themselves.

The effect of the fiend's musk had worn off but she still felt happy about what she'd done with Baglish under its influence.

"Baglish," she said sleepily, kissing him on his chin.

"Yes, my love?"

"What now?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I want to be with you forever," he replied seriously, looking into her eyes.

She kissed him with a smile. "Me too. Come back with me to the Citadel. We can make it work. And once we show my sisters what we can do when we link..."

Baglish smiled back at her. "Yes. To the Citadel..."