Chapter 5 - Reclamation

An hour later Zariana found herself crouching behind a rock under the shadow of her tower with Nazzantia beside her. The two watched as the latest demon patrol rounded the corner, a set of three rather intimidating looking Fel Guards. They passed by without noticing the two women, rounding the tower and moved out of sight just as another pair of three came into view on the other side.

“Damn,” Zariana hissed quietly, “they’ve got that patrol locked in tight.”

Nazzantia nodded, “Yeah. And if we have to fight our way through, surely it’d be enough time for the next patrol to round the side and spot us mopping them up.”

Zariana looked at Nazzantia, “How quickly could you kill one?”

She shrugged, “less than a minute, if I have no distractions from the others.”

Zariana nodded, “about the same here. I can’t risk too much power enslaving one, but I bet I could temporarily banish one if we needed.”

Nazzantia pointed, “It won’t matter too much. The patrols are too close. Even if we kill one, the next will send a runner and alert the whole tower.”

Zariana sat for a moment, thinking of her options. Then a wicked grin crossed her face and she looked at Nazzantia, “how many do you think you could distract with your…” She looked over the succubus’s body meaningfully, “charms?”

Nazzie blinked in surprise, “Um… at least a full patrol, maybe one or two more. I’m no Shivvara though. I’m meant to tempt mortals, not get gang banged by my own kind. That many would break me.”

Zariana shrugged, “You said you were here to help me. Create a distraction on the next patrol round, and while they occupy themselves with you I’ll sneak into the tower.”

“What if they don’t fuck me and just kill me instead?”

Zariana shrugged, “That should still give me enough time to sneak in.” Nazzie gave her a hurt look and she sighed before explaining, “you’re a demon. Death for you means a quick trip to the nether before you are re-summon by your master.”

Zariana moved off then, ignoring the still hurt look on the succubus’s face. She had no time for weak minions.

It was time to put her plan into motion.
 
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Soft wisps of black smoke wafted through the air, creating a delightful scent that Hestia could not place. It could be considered horrendous for the mortals of this world, for all she knew. But compared to the constant acrid smells of the many worlds the Legion had conquered, it was as wonderful a smell as she could ask for.

The large Eredar sat in a pool of milky water, the opaque white contrasting against her flawless red skin beautifully. This was why she always volunteered to be in the vanguard of the Legion. She did so enjoy the comforts of the uncorrupted world’s they visited. The sweet scents from the incense and the rejuvenating mixture she rested in were soon to be extinct; replaced by the stench of sulfur and the acidic pools of the fel as it had been on all worlds before.

The door to her chambers opened and closed, causing the demon to sigh heavily. She had told her servants, (correction, her slaves) not to disturb her unless they had finally managed to summon that damnable imp the mortal warlock had controlled. The experiments had gone into disarray since he was killed, and so far his body had not reconstituted in the nether so they could bring him back.

As she turned to look at the door, a small grin grew on her face. In front of her was one of her many fel guards, gripping the arm of a powerful but restrained green skinned orc. He was a picture of a warrior. Large muscles, shaved head, and numerous scars marring his skin. Add to that the scowl on his face and he was the embodiment of the orc race.

“Who is this?” Hestia asked, raising herself out of the water slowly and letting both newcomers gawk at her naked body.

The orc moved his hands down in an attempt to hide his growing erection and turned his head away, but the demon stared openly at her chest while saying, “This prisoner was set aside before the warlock left. We don’t know why, but he says he wanted to meet the mistress of the tower when we found him.”

Hestia cocked an eyebrow at the orc, “why seek me out?” She asked.

“To serve,” was the simple grunted reply, “How can I be of service to the Legion once again?”

Hestia flicked her eyes down to his crotch and smiled, “Oh, I’m sure we can find a place for you.”
Hestia waved a hand and shooed the Fel Guard away before stepping down the few steps to the Orc. She ran her delicate fingers along the wrist cuffs and with a small, audible click they fell away. She then moved her hand to his cheek, her slender digits sliding over one of his many scars, “Now, I’m not in the habit of letting just anyone join me. You have to prove your worth first.”

The orc grunted in acknowledgement, and then quickly removed the ragged pants he wore. Hestia’s eyes went wide as she felt a thump against her thigh. She glanced down at the space between them, staring at the large green shaft that outshone even most of her Fel guards. She had seen bigger, of course, from dozens of demons, but for a mortal orc it was a marvel.

“Okay,” She smiled, turning away from him and brushing her ass against the cock between them, “you have my attention. Let’s see if you can keep it.”

She was taking her first step towards the bed when the Orc snarled at her. At first she thought he was going to be stupid and attack her, but then he simply grabbed her waist and pushed her down to her knees.

The strength surprised her, but she recovered quickly. Years of serving her master’s had conditioned her for this, so by the time he was lining his fat member against her entrance she was already at the perfect height and angle to take him in. She was also soaked to allow him easy entry, but that was a constant feature of her body. He gripped her hip with one hand and, instead of driving himself forward like she expected, he pulled her hips back and impaled her on his shaft.

Her eyes half closed as she felt him slide completely in, her inner walls squeezing him almost immediately. He didn’t begin thrusting though. Instead he gave her a few moments to get accustomed to his size. He probably did this with every woman he slept with, but she didn’t need the kindness. She was just about to tell him this so he could pound her like every other lover, when he did something that surprised her.

She felt him lean forward and gently run his tusks along her back, but not in the angry, possessive way she was used to. Every few inches he planted a soft Koss along her back, and it was then that she realized he was being gentle with her not as a courtesy, but because he wanted to.

Hestia glanced over her shoulder and scowled at him, “What are you doing, orc?”

He looked at her, his face impassive, “Making love to you, Lady Hestia. Does it not please you?”

Hestia had to think for a moment. She had never had a gentle lover before, so she had no basis for comparison. Finally she shrugged and said, “We shall see. Continue.”

With a soft smile, the orc went back to work.
Hestia had been ravaged thousands of times. Before she was a high ranking member of the Legion, she had been a young Dreanei captured during her people’s exodus from some forgotten world. Years of torture and rape were all she experienced. She had been split open, fucked to the point of bleeding, and used as furniture or decoration on more than one occasion. Even today she found every excuse to leave the Legion world to avoid a more powerful demon lord deciding he wanted her. Demon sex was as much pain as it was pleasure.

This translated into her sex play with others as well. She would ride her lovers hard and drain them of usefulness, then discard the drooling remains. But she had never, truthfully, made sensual love the way mortals did. She had never experienced a session of true love making. Until today.

The Orc’s gentle thrusting into her was a strange feeling. He slowly yet firmly pushed himself to the hilt of his cock, filling her up and pressing against her sensitive g-spot, before slowly pulling out and leaving her feeling empty. He had moved her sometime during their coupling, but Hestia could not recall when. She was on her back now, laying on her lavish bed and watching the powerful Orc press against her and thrust deep into her. He kissed her too. Not the kiss of a hungry male like she was used to or the lip biting of her demon companions. It was passionate and lovely and it filled Hestia with an aching heart. It wasn’t anything she had felt before, so it hurt like it was her first time.

She found herself moaning in earnest in time with his thrusts, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him deeper as her hands traced lightly along his strong back. She debated breaking the kiss to moan his name, but realized she had never bothered to ask it. He was just supposed to be a slave after all.
Instead of breaking away,  she gripped the back of his bald head and kissed him deeper as she felt his thrusts quicken. Her own orgasm bubbled up inside her. 

As she came her body tense and she cried out into his mouth.
Hestia then lost herself in passion with her orc lover. Her first orgasm at his firm but surprisingly gentle hands had sent her mind into a deep spiral and she had allowed herself to slide into the feeling of bliss she received with every push into her. Her body shook with pleasure as he continued to slowly and methodically love her, each movement designed to hit her most sensitive areas. After each of her orgasms he would shift his angle to allow her time to recover, giving her slower thrusts while she panted through another wave of pleasure and gripped his cock with her aching walls.

It was after her third orgasm he finally came inside her, shooting his seed into her with several deep pulses. He didn’t pick up his momentum beforehand though; just kept that same steady rhythm until finally he pushed in and released inside her. 

Hestia was just about to pull her mind back together, but she stopped short when she felt him start again. He had not gone soft at all! In fact, it felt like his recent orgasm had left him harder than before as he picked right back into things.
She let out a delighted moan and began pawing at her own breasts to add to the pleasure. She heard him grunt something out, but she didn’t have the mind to hear what he said. She barely registered the next voice to speak, which belonged to neither of the lovers on the bed.
Her head tilted to the side lazily, the back of her mind trying to convince her this was a bad sign. But she was into her fourth climax at this point, so the sight of the human warlock watching them barely raised any alarms as she cried out again.

Zariana, for her part, enjoyed the scene on the bed. She enjoyed the erotic sight of passionate sex. She enjoyed watching Hestia mewling and begging softly for more from the orc. But most of all she enjoyed the steady stream of sexual power flowing from the pair and into her body thanks to the link she had created with the orc an hour ago. The life energy that flowed from the Eredar was a clear sign of her victory.

So Zariana enjoyed it.
Reclaiming her tower was easy after her successful deception. Zariana moved through her stronghold with a confidence she hadn’t felt in months. Every demon in her path was either bent to her will or obliterated by her and those she gained control over. The power she gained from Hestia was immense, giving Zariana a taste of what the Legion could offer in exchange for service. A bit of her power had to be directed back into the Orc slave so he could continue to perform for the Eredar, but the left over power was more than enough to claim her throne once again.

When she was sure the inner tower was secure, she ordered her new minions to move to the dungeon and kill any demons down there. She knew there were some formidable beings running the experiments, and most of the loyal minions she had would die in the struggle. Whatever stragglers were left on both sides would be dealt with personally.

While her forces streamed down to the bottom level to die for their mistress, Zariana walked casually outside. She moved slowly towards where she had left Nazzantia to act as her distraction. It had been several hours by this point, but the grunts of the Fel Guards could still be heard around the outcropping of rock. She rounded the corner to see the last of them topple limply to the ground, his large dick still spurting streams of his seed weakly over a pair of hooves legs.

Nazantia stood in the middle of the five bodies, all of which looked emaciated. Her usual bikini was gone, ripped off and discarded by one of the demons. She was a mess, covered in cum from the guards and sporting the beginnings of at least three bruises, but she was standing and they were not.

“I thought you would have died,” Zariana mused as Nazzie wiped a bit of seed off her face with a finger and cleaned it with her tongue.

“I thought so too, but I guess I’m tougher than I thought.”

Zariana eyed the demon suspiciously. She knew the power of a succubus was limited, but she let it go and nodded, “Good. Get yourself cleaned up and meet me at the top level of my tower.”

Nazzie nodded, “I’ll be there.”

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Ten minutes later, Nazzantia finished climbing the last few steps of the spire. Her face, chest, and hair were now clean of any remnants of her encounter with the patrol, at least as far as sperm went. She was now fully sporting several dark bruises along her otherwise flawless skin. She saw Zariana was standing at one of the balconies, her hands resting idly on the handrail as she stared out over her reclaimed home. Nazzantia approached carefully. She could feel the power radiating off of her now. At first the succubus thought she had finally been able to pull her soul back together, but when she took a deep breath she smelled the telltale scents of sexual magic. She was getting a large amount of power from somewhere.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Zariana asked.

Nazzantia nodded, “You somehow gained more power through this magic than I thought you’d be capable of.” She said, then added a quick “Mistress” when Zariana glanced back with a cocked eyebrow at her.

The warlock smirked at the ease at which Nazzantia submitted to her and nodded, “I have Hestia to thank. The Eredar appear to have their uses after all.”

Nazzantia’s eyes went wide, realizing the implications, “You are having her raped then?”

Zariana shrugged, “In a way. She isn’t resisting though. She is begging for more actually, right this very moment.”

“How?”

“Hestia is an Eredar, but she uses your… style of magic. Knowing what I know now, I was able to conjure up a few new runes on my seducer, an Orc I had captured and made a deal with. One of those runes took any lust magic she tried to exude to influence him and directed it back towards her.”

Nazzantia swallowed nervously, “That is very clever.”

“I know,” was the simple reply. After a moment of silence, she turned to face Nazzantia fully, “Now for you.”

Nazzantia stepped back cautiously, “My masters–” She began, only to be cut off by a wave of Zariana’s hand.

“They will have to wait to ask me any favors. While this power source has its merits, I need my true power back in order to be of any consistent use.”

Nazantia nodded slowly, “I understand. I will inform them of this for you.”

Zariana nodded, “Do so. Then find a man named Darius and have him bring me anyone who might know anything about the void.”

Nazzantia nodded and muttered a quick, “Yes, Mistress,” before leaving.

Zariana turned back to the glorious morning, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She finally was back in control and on her way back to glory. I’m a few minutes she would summon Nokjub, her little imp traitor, back from the void and get him back under her thumb. Before then though, she figured she deserved a well-earned reward.

She released her breath and at the same time opened her body to the feeling of Hestia’s immense pleasure and the power it provided. They had changed positions again, when the Eredar woman mounted on top of her lover, eagerly rocking her hips back and forth, the mere motion causing that long shaft to press against her sensitive areas. Zariana felt it all as well, and slowly moved away from her balcony to her large bed, dropping her robe to the ground at the same time.

It would be a great day.