Chapter 4 - Collecting Power... And Clothes

The town of Darkshire was home to a variety of creepy things, but Ferond didn’t count himself among them. He was a nice young man who had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. His accidental stumbling upon Trina Holden while she had been bathing in a pond near the town was completely by accident. He certainly didn’t mean to see her naked, nor did he mean to stare like he did. But above all, he didn’t mean to run off with her dyed silk panties as fled from the pond. He had only meant to pick up the pitchfork he had dropped as he stumbled out of the tree line, but his mind didn’t register that he had picked up her underwear as well until he had finally stopped running.

Trina, naturally, had told her friends a false story to save her own pride. The young gaggle of women in town had been turning their noses up at the creep who had spied on Trina all week. It was an unfortunate situation for a young lad who was ready to start dating, but there was no amount of convincing that would convince Trina’s friends or relatives that he wasn’t, in fact, some peeping pervert. Today however, the girls had taken things too far.

Ferond was on his morning hike up towards Deadwind Pass. He never went far into the pass, it was dangerous to go alone, but he did go far enough to spot the Tower of Karazhan looming in the distance. It was a perfect spot for a morning meal. Sure it was dingy and spooky, but the people of Darkshire found a sort of beauty in the darkness. Why else would they live where they did?

He didn’t hear the girls until it was too late to hide. He turned just in time to see Gertrude, the red head with the biggest tits in the village (according to his friends), sneer at him and cross her arms, “coming up here for your morning wank, pervert?”

Ferond blushed, “N-no. Just for breakfast.” He glanced at the others to see who was here. Gertrude was in the middle, with the skinny blonde Casside on her left and Jileen, a woman with almond shaped eyes and a very petite body, on her right. Behind them was a very nervous looking Trina. Luckily for Ferond they hadn’t brought any of their boyfriends, but the trio of girls appeared to be intimidating enough without the help of strong men behind them.
“You guys s-shouldn’t be up here,” Ferond continued, standing up and turning to face the group. His face was flushed with embarrassment already, but he continued to talk despite his body’s discomfort, “it’s pretty dangerous up here.”

Casside frowned, “Then why are you up here? Isn’t it dangerous for you too?”

He swallowed, “I, uh…” They were right of course. He had been told plenty of times by his father not to make this hike alone, but he had been a lot younger then and figured he was old enough to make the trek.

Before he could reply, Gertrude spoke up, “Who cares about any of that! The only dangerous thing here is this creep, and we came here for him anyway.”

Ferond swallowed, “What do you mean?”

Gertrude sneered at him, “We’ve decided to teach you a lesson when it comes to peeping on girls. We’ll make sure nobody has to suffer what Trina did.”

Ferond looked at Trina, who was looking very sheepish, “It was an accident! I swear! I didn’t mean…”

He trailed off as the three girls approached him menacingly. While he was a well-built young man with the body of one who spent every day working hard on a farm, he wasn’t about to fight three women. Add to that the fact he knew Gertrude was built tough, like the rest of her family, and that Casside had been training to become one of the Night Watch since she was ten. He was also pretty sure that Jileen’s parents were monks. They had probably trained her to kick ass as well probably. All in all, the trio made for formidable opponents.

They surrounded him and moved together; giving him a moment to notice Trina was just watching them with concern rather than participating. It was a small comfort as Jileen and Casside grabbed his arms and held him in place. He was about to ask what they planned on doing when Gertrude began ripping away his shirt. He tried to pull away from the women, but a few fingers pressed into a point on his side and made him wince and go rigid. Jileen knew some of her parent’s training alright. Her fingers were pressed right into a pressure point that left him wincing and unable to act.

No doubt about it. He was in trouble.

The trio of girls worked quickly, laughing to themselves as they slowly ripped away Ferond’s clothing. Underneath his simple shirt, his muscular chest showcased what a life of physical labor could accomplish. Then the girls had finished pulling away his pants, revealing the wool underwear beneath.

“Stop please!” He begged, “I didn’t mean to see Trina naked, I swear!”

“Don’t you dare even mention her being naked, creep,” snapped Gertrude.

Ferond shut up, but he glanced at Trina as Gertrude began tugging at his underwear. She didn’t have a worried expression on her face anymore though. In fact, she looked rather blissful. That might have something to do with the absolutely stunning woman in black leather armor currently running a finger through her blonde hair.

This woman was positively breathtaking. Her tight black leather armor clung to her like a second set of skin, showcasing a large pair of breasts and very shapely hips. Her black hair flowed down her back and hung over one eye, obscuring half of her thin, pale face and the devilish grin stretching on it. Her visible eye was an emerald green and filled with delight as she toyed with Trina and watched the scene before her. Ferond couldn’t even bring himself to question how she got there. He was so enraptured by her that he even forgot about the buxom girl stripping him down.

Until she gasped in surprise and snapped his attention back to her.

She had pulled away his underwear to reveal his naked body underneath. Normally the embarrassment of being seen nude would have left him flaccid, but the beautiful mystery woman had caused him to go hard rather quickly. His shaft twitched in the air, standing at its full eight girthy inches. The three women holding him, Trina, and the woman in leather all stared at it in awe or maybe, Ferond thought, desire. At least in the mysterious woman’s case it was, as she was licking her lips and kept her eyes glued to his shaft.

Ferond didn’t blush, like he knew he should. Instead he merely twitched again, feeling hornier than he ever had in his life.
Before anyone could go any further, the mystery woman called out in a melodious voice, “Everyone stop.”

The girls almost seemed to freeze in place, their eyes still glued to Ferond’s cock. The farm boy too had stopped wiggling in their grip as he felt the suggestion ripple through his mind. He merely stood as the woman walked over, pulling Trina along with her. Ferond couldn’t take his eyes off the beauty. The way she swayed, the poise she held herself with, even the way she smiled was utter perfection. At that moment, he would have given anything to keep her near him.

“You mortals,” She said with a smile, “Always so easy to sway once you’ve un-wrapped the goods.”

She was up to the group now, her eyes glancing between everyone. When Trina finally finished her approach, she slid behind the blonde and ran her slender fingers down her sides, “Now my dear. Tell me what you think of this lovely young man before you?”

Trina’s eyes fluttered a bit, “I-I like him. I’ve always liked him.”

Ferond blinked at this, surprised. Always?

The woman smiled wickedly, “Oh that I can tell. Why were you and your friends here?”

“He… he saw me naked,” She murmured, “While I was bathing.”

“And that’s a problem?”

“No,” Trina sighed out.

“You liked him seeing you naked?” The woman pressed.

“Y-Yes…” Trina breathed.

“And do you love seeing him naked?” She asked.

The blonde nodded again, “By the light yes!”

That little revelation sent another twitch through Ferond’s cock and all the breathing from the women around him grew quicker, save for the woman in leather. She merely looked at the others, “What about all of you? Do you all enjoy seeing him naked?”

The trio of women nodded, but it was Gertrude that said, “God yes.”

This surprised Ferond. He had never thought Gertrude wanted to give him the time of day, let alone thought he looked good. But his eyes glanced at her and saw that while the other started with some subdued desire on their faces, she was practically devouring his cock with her eyes.

The mysterious woman slid past Trina and moved to Ferond. She pressed her body against his, letting his hard shaft slip between her leather covered legs and twitch up against her hot crotch. He groaned at the feeling as her clothed thighs pressed together and ground against him. “What about you, boy? You have four beautiful women who all love to see your body. I can tell they all want to be pleased by your magnificent cock. Do you want to help them feel good?”

Ferond, so wrapped up in her, merely nodded his head and croaked out, “Yes.”

She gave him a playful smirk and said, “Well then, it’s your lucky day, farm boy.”

Then she kissed him hard on the lips.

It was a deep kiss. The woman’s tongue slipped into Ferond’s mouth and he shuddered. Without thinking his hands wrapped around her waist and he thrust his hips forward, happy to feel how she squeezed and grinded against his cock and moaned in approval of his actions. He was in pure ecstasy, so much so he didn’t notice the way one hand moved away from his head and down to his chest. He barely registered the fingers dancing over his skin and his eyes shut as he fully embraced the kiss, ignoring everything else. He didn’t see the soft purple symbol she etched into his skin quickly.

The girls around him, turned on by the lewd display in front of them, followed the woman's movements idly with their own hands on their own chests, duplicating the symbol without realizing it. In their minds they were all where the woman was, kissing Ferond as they ground their crotch against his hard shaft.

Then the mystery woman pulled away from him, slowly. This caused a groan of frustration from all the others around her. She gave another wicked grin and said, “There, now you bear my mark. Whoever you desire shall find you more attractive and will lose their inhibitions and reservations around you. These four women,” She said, waving her hand at them all, “All think you are quite the catch. You will now be bonded with them and share your lives together eternally, as each has dreamed about at some point.”

She turned to look at the women, then stopped on Trina and pointed at her, “do you want to be first to ride this shaft?” She asked the young blonde, reaching back to run a hand over the painfully hard cck. Trina nodded and the woman turned her hand until she was holding it out to take something, “Then strip. Give me your robe, and you can have him finally.”

Trina, much to the delight of everyone present, complied immediately.

Trina was gorgeous. The soft blue robe slipped from her shoulders after she had unlaced the back. As it fell away she revealed pale skin and full, pert breasts capped with small nipples, already hard from the excitement. Things only got better as she pulled her arms out of the garment and hooked her thumbs around the waist, where it had gotten stuck on her hips. She wiggled a bit as she rocked the clothing down, letting her breasts jiggle for the five spectators. Surprising to all of them, Gertrude was the first to let out a soft moan at the sight. When her dress finally slipped free it revealed a set of simple white panties. Trina stepped out of the cloth pooled at her feet, turned so she could bend and pick it up, and gave everyone a good view of her slim rear as she did so. Then she stood and spun around before handing the dress to the mysterious woman. The woman stepped behind Trina and moved her to within a foot of Ferond and his hard, twitching shaft before murmuring into her ear, “Have you ever seen one of those before, love?”

She nodded her head slightly, her eyes glued to the cock in front of her, “Yes. Never so big though.”

“Do you think you can handle it?” The woman inquired.

“I don’t know. I want to try though.”

The rest of the women nodded to show that they agreed with Trina’s statement and the woman waved her hand, “Well girls, don’t let anything hold you back then. That boy is waiting for you all. Best get to it.”

Trina was on her knees before the woman had finished speaking, her lips wrapping around the head of Ferond’s shaft before slowly moving down it. He let out a groan and tilted back, almost losing his balance due to the other girls letting go of him so they could strip their own clothes off and join in. The stranger watched them all and felt the sexual thrill run through the young farm boy and into her body. Her power grew as she walked away. They were so engrossed in fawning over each other that none of the simple villagers noticed the leather armor vanish in a shimmer of magic. Nor did they notice the hooves replacing the woman’s feet, the horns sprouting from the woman’s head, or the tattered bat-like wings sprouting from her back. 

Nazantia carried Trina’s robes back into the heart of Deadwind Pass, her original mission accomplished. The moaning started as she rounded a bend in the road. It made her smile. It was nice to get an extra bit of fun in while she was working.

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Zariana was pacing around the small cave nervously, waiting for Nazzantia to return from her mission. Her recent sessions with her succubus ally over the past few days had restored some of her Fel energy, but it wasn’t even close to its normal level. What she pulled from Nazzantia with each new sexual encounter was a small trickle compared to her usual torrent of power she felt. This was on purpose, according to her companion. Nazzie was actively blocking the bulk of the siphon during their encounters. She said this was to allow Zariana to get used to the new power, but the warlock knew that her ally was worried for her own health. If she were to pull too much too fast, the succubus would be destroyed and sent back to the nether to be reconstituted. That wouldn’t be good for either of them.

The sound of hooves against stone brought Zariana out of her reverie and she spun, facing the entrance as the demon stepped through the illusion. She was a dazzling beauty as always, but over their time together Zariana had discovered she was not considered attractive by Succubus standards. Little imperfections that did not detract from her by mortal standards were visible all over her body. These scars ranged from whipping marks, claw marks that never healed, and the shredded wings she sported when she chose to show them off at all. Zariana knew these for what they were; failures. Her life with the Legion had been a hard one and she had paid the price in demonic blood and beauty.

Compared to the rather plain warlock, though, she was still a goddess.

“Took you long enough,” Zariana snapped, crossing her arms beneath her naked chest.

Nazzie winced a bit, the barely noticeable gesture still showcasing a past filled with angry overlords, but she quickly recovered and held up a dress, “My apologies. I was having a bit of fun while getting this for you.”

Zariana stepped forward and grabbed the blue dress, running her fingers along the fabric. It was linen, but at least it was well made. Silk would have been better, but this would do fine, “You should be saving your strength for our sessions, not having fun with others.”

“Jealous?” Nazzie purred, then laughed when she saw the cross look on Zariana’s face, “Relax, I did this for us.”
Zariana slid the dress up over her hips before glaring at Nazzie once more, “Explain what you mean then.”

The demoness stepped around behind the warlock, helping her pull the dress the rest of the way on. Her slender fingers trailed over her pale, exposed skin, sending shivers down the human’s body. She didn’t speak until she had planted a sensual kiss on either side of Zariana’s neck, a small gesture the warlock allowed merely for the trickle of power she felt flowing from the succubus.

“I decided to create a connection with some teenagers in the nearby town, lover. A connection I can share with you for additional power.”

A small smirk spread across the warlock’s face, “I was not aware we could do that.”

“This power has many secrets,” Nazzie murmured in her ear, her fingers now slowly lacing up the back of Zariana’s new dress, “would you like to feel the connection for yourself?”

Zariana nodded and turned her head to look over her shoulder at her companion. Nazzantia was swift, moving forward and locking their lips together in a deep, passionate kiss.

Slowly Zariana felt it. The pleasure flooded into her body from a distance. Her mind reeled at the sheer amount of lust the connection sent her way. Her body was on fire and the normal trickle of power from her companion turned to a stream. She moaned into Nazzie’s mouth and collapsed into the succubus’s powerful arms, breaking the kiss.

“By the Gods!” She managed weakly, “I feel like I’m being pleasured all over. I feel like there are fingers, tongues, and,” She swallowed, “a cock inside me all at the same time.”

Nazzie nodded knowingly, “I know, isn’t it great? Those five are really going at it.”

That explained it perfectly. Zariana was experiencing her first orgy through this connection, but she was feeling the pleasure of all five at once. If she focused she could even feel the pleasure of the man, though it was muted by the fact she didn’t have the proper equipment to enjoy it.

She turned her head up to the succubus, “Take me to the bed. I’ll be useless until they are done.”

The succubus smirked, “With pleasure, Mistress.”

For several hours Zariana enjoyed the mental ecstasy of five young people vigorously fucking one another for the first time. Invisible hands wandering over her skin and phantom tongues dancing along her breasts and in her mouth mingled with the constant feeling of a hard dick pushing into her. It was a new feeling for her, enjoying being fucked. She had several orgasms throughout her time just from the connection.

She also enjoyed the physical ecstasy of Nazzantia’s attentive tongue as it danced along her lower lips and flicked across her sensitive bud. This skilled demoness sucked and licked every inch of her inner walls.

She was thoroughly exhausted at the end of the experience, but it was a satisfied exhaustion of the mind only. Her body felt charged and well rested. The sexual power that she had siphoned from the demon still mewling happily between her legs and those beyond the cave wall had her feeling finally ready. She slowly pushed the succubus away, smiling darkly at the way her companion’s pulled away but still held her tongue out to show the juices she had collected. As she made a show of swallowing what she had gathered and licking what had coated her lips, Zariana pulled her dress back on.

“Feeling better?” Nazzantia asked, her whip-like tail playfully swaying in the air as she looked up at her mistress.

“Oh yes,” Zariana said, “Good enough to take my tower back.”

Nazzantia’s playful smirk turned to a frown, “That’s very bold. You are nowhere near that level of power.”

Zariana stared down to her succubus companion, who despite the serious tone was managing to look playful and sexy on her hands and knees. ‘God, what kind of person am I becoming,’ Zariana thought idly to herself, 'That the sight of a naked person, a demon at that, doesn’t disgust me anymore.’

“I have never felt this good,” Zariana said aloud, “This siphoned energy is twice what my normal power is.”

“It only feels that way,” Nazzie tried again, “its euphoria mixed with power. Once the feeling wears off you’ll find yourself weaker.”

“I know what power feels like!” Zariana snapped, her eyes going hard as she glared at her companion. The succubus ducked her head in supplication, pressing it into the stone in a way that pushed her ass higher into the air, “of course, M-mistress.”

It was an automatic response. One made from years of conditioning, but it proved Zariana’s point. 

 Nazzantia knew power and knew to behave to those who had more than her. Now that the tables had turned, Zariana was better. It was probably the reason she had kept Zariana so magic starved before now. She was afraid of losing the control she had been feeling.

Zariana snapped her fingers sharply, “Stand up and get dressed. We are leaving.”

As Nazzantia ran about to recover her skimpy clothing, Zariana stepped out of the cave. She felt like her old self now. She wasn’t powerless and at the mercy of any demon. Most of all, she had a plan to reclaim her tower and humiliate the Eredar bitch who had put her in this position in the first place.