Twisted World

The peoples from Fifth Isle watched sadly as the Stone People of Fourth smashed the foundations of their crystal link and the graceful high curve shattered along its length until it fell in sparkling lethal shards into the deep and swift running waters of the last channel.

The first scouts of Lucard’s force watched and turned to advise Vlad. This was nothing that had not been foreseen. A whole regiment marched under protective rounded canopies - boats. And spears and walking aids were dual purpose - oars when they were needed. The scorched land they covered was no hazard. They had enough provision and more from the land they had just scorched themselves. The men grumbled at the greater weights carried, but they knew it was necessary.

Lacey’s slow induction had progressed well beyond her wildest erotic fantasies and she waited eagerly for the nightly visits from her Consort. He had advised her it would be best she remained hidden inside his personal chamber, she would lack for nothing, there was no need to see the rabble that accompanied them. The once she had looked out in curiosity at some ribald laughter the light had been so bright it hurt her eyes. Two guards had been bored and fought each other in lazy practice; one had lost his trousers when the belt holding them had been skilfully cut. She had smiled herself but turned back quickly. No, there was no need to go out at all.

She had told Vlad the tale as she had undressed him herself, caressing in unhidden lust and desire. He had laughed and said they would do something new this night for lightening his mood.

Several deep kisses later she was both amused and delighted as he covered her the wrong way round, but quickly gasped as his tongue raked her folds. She found herself licking and sucking enthusiastically on his own genitalia. She shuddered in quick release as his tongue rolled and moved inside her, and felt his own release flood her throat as she sucked and swallowed deeply. The last man to try this had nearly lost his manhood to her teeth, but this was something else with Vlad; his essence was pure nectar in comparison. She barely got her breath back when he had turned her belly down and fingers had probed her other hole. She stiffened remembering, but relaxed as his lips and teeth raked the exquisite spot on her neck and he had whispered this is nothing to be afraid of as he licked the small drips of blood before she noticed. She felt his member enter little by little, unhurriedly but relentless. He seemed to grow as he withdrew slightly and moved forward again. She felt a release of moisture from both holes and he plunged quickly several times as deep as was possible. Waves of ecstasy she had never reached before shuddered through her at each plunge. This was too much to take ….. She fainted in mid groan as the waves continued …..

Vlad felt her go limp and withdrew, smiling all the while. Her induction was near complete. He turned her limp form over and pierced a nipple, drinking deep of the welling blood. He was still not sated and sat her atop him, holding her to his chest. She awoke to the feel of him barely moving within her and slowly then quickly moved with him. Both exploded together in final climax and collapsed, spent.

Tomorrow, he thought, tomorrow I will let her loose with my chosen ones.

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The boats had appeared quicker than the folk on Fourth Isle had thought possible. Their plans were in chaos. They could not possibly repel them on the shores, that much was certain. A line was fixed where they would wait, the defenders on the higher slopes of the deep wooden and stony valley.

The first assault by the shore had been swift and victorious, the defenders being mainly men from the Fifth; they had been swept away like flotsam on the waves.

The second assault had been ridiculously easy to repel as the rabble reached the valley. They could not move from the far side as rocks - some as big as small houses - rained down.

Sheer accident helped the invaders. Two of the men who had joined the force, brothers, rather than perish like the rest of their family; had shown their hidden ‘talent’. As the large rock has threatened to flatten the pair they had ‘shielded’ themselves by flinging their arms out with an unearthly cry in terror. The rock had shattered around them.

Squad leaders had noticed and swiftly encouraged Barri and Walli to see if they could extend the invisible shield. Indeed they could, flinging their arms wide with the same cry the shield covered many yards to either side of them.

Vlad was encouraged to see the tight little group under the shield make their way slowly up the far slope. And now others showed ‘talent’ wielding heavy axes that broke rock and beings alike into rubble. The men of stone ran shrieking as the invaders took the high ridge.

Vlad had the brothers brought to him, praising their actions. But why had they not shown their talents before? Barri and Walli looked ashamed and at each other. ‘Talent’ was something unspoken, a shame and curse on their village.

Vlad nodded and asked for the tale. A man called Pakun had visited the village many cycles ago they told. He had befriended the boys and young men of the place. Pakun had vanished overnight when some older men had been found torn apart by an unknown beast. But those befriended had discovered an ‘itch’ inside them that had turned into various talents. Barri and Walli could make the shield - a barrier or wall: Blaize could raise flame: Hurd could cause pain with a thought: and Stan could sting, sometimes lethally when he was enraged, with a single touch.
Vlad was impressed. He would like to have known this Pakun! Not his real name, of course, but of evil no doubt. And sent by a greater evil to befriend allies of the future? He forgot his chosen ones in an instant. These few would be gathered, a special squad, and Lacey would train them as she had been trained …..

First, she would be tested on the solitary captive of the campaign; a small winged male creature who had been stunned accidently by his own side! Oh, the irony if he could be returned as one of THEM!

Vlad put the idea to Lacey as they spoke quietly following a short but pleasing session in the furs. He had noticed, he said, that she was voracious in her needs lately, and would be pleased if she would share her talent to arouse with others. No, no, he would keep himself for her alone he assured. But it would be an erotic adventure for him to WATCH her ‘experiment’ with ones he chose for her. She felt no surprise or else at her sudden NEED for this new adventure, and brought out a hearty laugh from Vlad at asking how soon did he wish to watch.

The young winged man was brought to her, Vlad hidden in curtains to the side. He was willing enough when her actions quickly became clear, and strong for his size. As he lay nearly spent Vlad signalled, flashing his teeth. She nodded, smiling, as she kissed the slender neck and nibbled; drawing the slightest blood possible. This aroused the youth again and she happily straddled him again, drawing shouts of ecstasy from him again and again. Vlad signalled to leave him be for the night. He was more than aroused himself by the powerful display.

She smiled at the youth and bade him drink the intoxicating red wine that always lay by the side - it would sustain him enough to return to his tent. He would need no guard now. And he would return as bidden, eagerly. She drank deeply herself, feeling the warmth flood her veins as she eyed the emerging Vlad with desire.

His lovemaking took the form of ‘punishment’ and she writhed in tormented rapture in the bonds as he thrust harshly in his own enjoyment until she nearly bled with misuse. He untied her and stood, thrusting her head down to his streaming manhood, she clasped his buttocks as he moved her head on him deeply but not choking. She felt her own stream pass as she swallowed the sweet nectar of him.

She was even better than he had imagined she would ever be. Lucard had been right, the daughter of his ENEMY was going to be one of his finest shining ASSETS.

The young winged man had finally been released back to his people two weeks later, knowing he would never tell of the exotic adventures or the peoples of the camp. He would say he was stunned and had lain for days in a deep gully before the overnight storm had given him drink and strength enough to fly slowly home. He was welcomed merrily and happily.