Chapter 3 - Time Expires

 ‘I could learn a thing or two from Hestia when it comes to jacking men off,’ Lunora thought to herself darkly. Between the squeezing from the demon tail around her, her quickly approaching second orgasm due to the tip of said tail, and what little struggling she was managing, it was hard for her to focus on anything concrete, but she had to admit there was a vast difference in how the two women got men off. Compared to the twisting, squeezing, and varying pumping speeds of a demoness obviously enjoying her time handling a cock, Lunora’s memories of rapid, straight strokes made it seem like she was simply milking a cow for a chore, rather than treating her companion. To be fair, most of those memories involved her time as a sex slave, but Lunora did have a few consensual lovers after the fact to apologize too.


She stopped worrying about her own jacking technique when Ethriel began begging to cum. Lunora let out a soft moan and felt her orgasm tear through her body again, surprised at how much she wanted the cock above her to feel the same pleasure. Hestia smirked and was about to pick up pace even further when someone cleared their throat behind her. Lunora couldn’t see the speaker, but Hestia seemed annoyed and slowed her stroking to a teasing pace. Ethriel whimpered as she snapped at the intruder, “What is it, Bil'grip?”

“Sorry to interrupt your fun, Mistress,” answered a squeaky imp, “but the girl you requested is ready to be converted to a succubus.”

Hestia sighed and released her grip on Ethriel, whose cock head was bulging and purple, oozing pre cum and throbbing overhead. The drips that fell on Lunora’s breasts covered them further, but it seemed she wouldn’t be getting the full shower after all.

Then, before another drop could fall on her, Lunora was whipped off the bed and unwrapped. The tip of the tail pulled out of her, leaving her feeling very empty. She sailed through the air until a small claw caught her. “Put her back in the cage then,” Hestia said as she walked past, still naked and sporting her strap on, “I’ll continue with her once the ritual is done.” Then she was gone, not caring that the cage was higher up than an imp could reach.

The demon eyed the cage, then the small Draenei in his grip. He mulled something over and a small clawed finger scrapped over one breast, sending a shiver down Lunora’s spine, then he smirked.

The imp turned her so she was hanging in his grip, staring up at his ugly face. She felt him pull her to his crotch and looked down in time to see exactly what the bastard was getting her into. Normally the imp would be a very sad specimen. While his dick might be perfectly proportioned for his size, compared to every other cock she had seen it was tiny. In her current size though, tiny was still a lot bigger than she could take comfortably, no matter how soaked she was from her recent orgasms. She struggled in his grip a bit as he pressed her crotch against his bulbous head, grinding her back and forth unceremoniously along his ridged shaft. She winced in pain as he continued to push her down and her legs spread wide to try and accept him.

Then, with a soft pop, she slid down an inch onto the shaft. The imp had to suddenly grip her with both hands, holding her up and slowly thrusting forward into her. He didn’t seem to notice that she had just doubled in size, but Lunora did.
She played along, moaning as the imp fucked her as hard as he could. In his lust he didn’t notice that his grip around her was becoming less secure with every thrust. By the time he was crying out for her to “take his cum like a good whore” she was just about the same size as him. Seizing the opportunity, her hand shot forward and gripped his throat, turning his yelp of pleasure as he began pumping his seed into her into one of surprise. She gripped his neck tight, which surprisingly only made him harder inside her, and funneled her shamanistic magic up her body calling on the strength of the earth. When her fist was strong enough she turned his strangled gasping into a final, gurgling choke.

Now about four feet tall, she tossed the limp body aside and brushed herself off.  She didn’t know how much time she had before he would be able to return, so she had to act fast. Ignoring the cum dripping down her leg, She moved to the bed to free Ethriel as she grew another foot taller. She stopped when her hoof beats caused him to raise his ass slightly higher and he began to murmur, “welcome back, Mistress.”

She was ready to correct him when she saw his still hard dick twitch and heard him whimper, “Please, Mistress. I need you to make me cum. Please!”

Her mind wandered to dark places. He was already pretty close, Lunora heard herself think, it wouldn’t take him long to cum and then we can go. I’ve never stroked an elf before either.

Slowly she reached forward, adjusting her hand to compensate as her size finally returned in full. Just a few strokes wouldn’t hurt…

Lunora’s hand moved forward, but instead of gripping the dick in front of her she flicked her wrist upwards, calling upon the spirit of fire inside her to burn the ropes away. Ethriel looked confused as he turned over, blinking at the buxom blue draenei before him. Lunora was suddenly getting very aware of her nudity and her scars. He swallowed, but before he could speak Lunora said, “Do you have clothes in here?”

He nodded and she sighed, “Good. Get dressed. We are getting you out of here.”

It wasn’t an order per say, but the effect was immediate. Ethriel jumped out of bed and quickly dressed, pulling clothes out of the drawer. He held out a robe for her (one of Hestia’s no doubt) but she shook her head, “I have armor back near the entrance of the cave, in that pile of treasure.”

Ethriel nodded, “lead the way, Mistress.”

Lunora frowned, “Don’t call me that. I’m not your mistress. She’s the soon to be angry demon bitch, remember?”

He blushed slightly, “I’m sorry, force of habit.”

She sighed, “That’s fine. Follow me.”

They ran out the door and down the rocky tunnel, pausing to hide or sneak past a gnoll guard or imp. Eventually they reached the large pile of treasure. Lunora began rummaging around for her gear and tried to ignore the moaning coming from the main cavern. She pulled the gear out and began getting dressed, jumping slightly when Ethriel began to help her put the mail armor on. He was surprisingly skilled at it, but she knew he was doing exactly what she used to after she broke free; old habits die hard. She must have been glaring at him, because he apologized to her. She sighed, “Its fine, we need to hurry anyway.”

In a few moments, Lunora was completely dressed and turned towards the cave entrance. She had spent the last few moment debating with herself and realized she couldn’t leave those poor women in the clutches of these gnolls or the demon bitch they served. She grabbed her maces, giving them a few swings to get the feel of their weight again before turning to Ethriel, “it’ll be a good idea for you to run off now. I’m about to cause a lot of trouble.”

Ethriel was rummaging through the piles of treasure as well, pushing aside coins and gems as he searched deeper into the mound. “No ma'am,” he said, sounding a bit firmer now, “You saved my life and I owe you a debt. I’m not leaving until I pay it.”

Lunora chuckled, “Paying that debt with something in that pile of pilfered treasure I could just as easily grab myself is a bit stupid, don’t you think??”

Ethriel’s eyes lit up as a hand found whatever he was looking for, and he pulled a small crooked wand made of oak and gave it a few test slashes through the air like she had. Each slash left a trail of arcane energy for a moment. Then he smirked at Lunora, “actually, ma'am, I’m giving you my services instead.”

Lunora nodded, “Alright then. Let’s hope you are good at killing gnolls.”

The pair turned and strode down the tunnel together, towards the sounds of yipping and sex.

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Several hours later, Lunora was pulling her chopper out of the stables of Lakeshire. She offered the man a few silver for taking a stall from him, but he waved her away, “Sorry ma'am, but your money is no good here. Not after how you helped us.”

Lunora frowned, glancing over at the stable master’s daughter nearby. She was sitting on a bench just outside the stables, a vacant expression on her face that Lunora knew far too well. One hand idly rubbed her slightly bulging stomach and Lunora sighed, “I would feel bad not paying.”

The stable master smiled at her, “Don’t worry about it, really.”

She nodded and shook his hand before swinging her leg over the chopper. With a kick she started it up, the familiar rumble of the engine giving her immediate comfort at the familiarity. She waved goodbye and kicked the chopper forward, revving the engine just enough to pull onto the road and away from the houses before kicking up the speed.

Things had gone rather well after she got her armor, for the most part. The gnolls had proven no match for a very angry shaman and her surprisingly proficient mage companion. Within the first ten minutes they had cleared the main cavern and released all of the prisoners in the stockades. Lunora was fully ready to continue on to hunt down the Eredar herself, but Ethriel had stopped her. He had argued that there were still plenty of gnolls to fight and they had needed to protect the fleeing women. Reluctantly Lunora had decided to agree and led the people back home, though she did manage a few pouches full of gold from the treasure pile on her way out.

Now a few hundred gold richer, the bounty hunter made her way over the bridge that stretched across the lake. She had just crested the first hill when she had to slam the breaks to avoid running into a horse. Or at least it had the general shape of a horse, but in reality it was made of blue energy and points of light. Ethriel sat atop it, smiling down at her from his higher saddle, “Leaving so soon?”

She nodded, “I am.”

“I would have thought you would have stayed to bask in the glory of a job well done.”

“Job’s not done,” Lunora said, glaring up at him, “Hestia is gone and she took a few of the slaves with her.”

Ethriel nodded, “Ah yes, the ones she was turning into Succubi. You are planning to hunt her down then?”

She nodded, “Yes, if I can find a lead.”

“And if you cannot?”

She shrugged, “Then I move to the next job and keep looking until something falls into my lap. Are you going to be a problem? Are you trying to stop me from finding her out of loyalty to her?”

Ethriel straightened in his saddle and frowned at her, “She captured me just the same as you. I have no love for her.”

She frowned at him, “So why are you in my way?”

He gave her a bow, “I owe her nothing, but my service continues to you. I am indebted to you for rescuing me. Consider me your personal mage.”

Lunora shook her head, “I have no need of a personal mage.”

He cocked an eyebrow, “What about a grateful lover?”

The look she gave him hopefully conveyed how little need she had for that as well. Finally he shrugged, “whether you need me or not, I’m here.”

She sighed, “You are just going to follow me, aren’t you?”

He nodded, “Yes ma'am.”

“Fine,” She sighed, “Just don’t try any funny business.”

As she pushed her chopper forward again, Ethriel gave her a genuine smile, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”