COMMISSION: Traveler, Sorceress, Slut ch.1
Added 2019-06-17 02:48:34 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: A new thing I whisked up for a client who chose to go uncredited! This was a pretty interesting piece and fun to write, as well, as I got to do one of my favorite things (world-build) and start an original saga from scratch. It may well end up becoming a series, as well, so look forward to hopefully seeing more naughty content with our commissioned protagonist!
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I am Nixxa Arkani, the Inkdancer. Firedrinker. The Inscribed Lady. I am the sorceress who became a force of mayhem in many realms -- weaving my way into positions of power, creating change, then fleeing once my fun was over. Leaving entire worlds scrambling to rearrange themselves from seeds of chaos I had sown. Like the wind, I am a force unseeable and untouchable. I am Imbalance.
I am also lost.
While dimensional travel is by no means beneath my magical talent, it can be taxing, and my previous foray had been ultimately... less successful than certain others. Attempting to weave together the Marks that would send me to somewhere new under the stress of being hunted by an angry mob, I can only assume I made a mistake. Not something I like to admit even to myself, but... here we are.
Before me is no place I have visited in the past, no materiat, plaena, or underworld that is familiar to me. This is a strange place -- its sky hanging low above me, near enough that I can peer through the shimmering shades of blue and aquamarine into the starry beyond, gazing out at richly-colored spheres, ovaloids, and even tori, cradled in elaborate ring patterns or coronas of their own devastating cosmic heat. Around and past them is blackness, somehow visible even during this shimmering daylight, as if the light by which I now see is not coming from the incandescence of the void’s great cavorting bodies, but by particles in the atmosphere itself. Yes... the longer I examine them -- glowing, sub-visible motes in pleasing colors -- the more certain I become. This realm is one with fundamental differences to those I have traveled before.
The world below and around me is no less curious, the ground soft and spongy below my bare, ghostly-white feet. Like moss, but thicker, a carpet of pale pink dotted with tiny green flowers squishes beneath my footsteps, and around me I can see curious trees as well -- low, bent things, as if reaching down on pliable red-orange stalks to commune with the world below. Long, lanky limbs extend in erratic patterns, bearing branch-fulls of snowflake-shaped leaves in a vivid and complete collection of blue shades. “Such a strange place...” I whisper, breathing in deeply to taste the sweet spiciness of the air, particles from flowers and other plants filling my chest. I feel strangely rejuvenated from my journey, which I can only assume was much, much farther than I anticipated.
“You arrive in a land not your own, traveler,” comes a voice from behind me, richly accented in biting vowels and lilting consonants, each syllable seeming to curl around the next. It is no question why I am able to understand her tongue, for I speak them all -- neither boast nor overstatement, but merely an immutable aspect of what is actual. My posture straightens, and I turn to face the speaker, finding its source to be feminine... very feminine, in fact.
She’s inhuman, like I am, though her heritage shows more clearly, even if it isn’t something I can clearly define. Her lean, soft figure is bound in warm pink skin, with patterns of darker red swirling in water-like designs down her bare shoulders and arms. A row of two short white horns crests each temple, behind which a messy shock of silvery-white hair reaches down to just above her shoulders. Full lips, an oval face, and large, honey-colored eyes give her a kind appearance, though there’s a ferocity with which she currently regards me -- a gnarled spear of that same red-orange wood held up at shoulder-height and directed towards me.
Also of note is her attire, or... lack thereof, I suppose. Both breasts are exposed to the shimmering terrestrial daylight, around my size or very slightly smaller, one pert red nipple laced with a black metal ring. A similar ring loops through her navel, and below that is a loincloth of dark violet fabric -- or possibly lightly-worked animal hide. Extending from the veil of the cloth scrap, long legs lead to distinctly three-toed feet, with a fourth rear toe holding the heel at a slight elevation, causing her plump butt to stand out even more delectably. She’s exotic and enticing, and even after the exhaustion of my plaenar travel I feel my usual... tastes, beginning to take hold.
“Not my own?” I say, licking my jet-black lips and taking a step closer to her, playfully drawing aside the open front of my deep blue robe, enough to expose more of my inner cleavage without quite revealing a nipple. “Then to whom do I owe the great... pleasure?”
The woman narrows her eyes, weighing her answer before finally releasing it. “Azula rules this land. Marquessa of our tribe.”
“She sounds lovely,” I draw a little closer once again, gently laying my fingertips on the tip of her spear and lowering it, a small smile on my lips. “I am known as Nixxa.” Or was, in the most recent turn of my wheel. “What of you? Where are your people?”
“I... I am Vali,” she says hesitantly, lowering her spear completely now that it doesn’t seem like a threat. Her eyes skim up and down along my body, and I can feel a twinge of desire in her, too -- something she can’t hide from me, no matter how hard she might try. I know the taste of lust too well. “I can take you to my tribe, but I warn you -- foreigners must first endure the Rite of the Deep, at the hot springs. Do you accept?”
Accept? Without even knowing what it is? Sounds like fun -- and from the increasing urgency in the energy thrumming off of Vali’s aura, it sounds like it may not be so gruelling. At this point, I’d be more than a little interested to meet the rest of her people. “I do. Lead, and I shall follow.” What better do I have to do, after all? After such a long magical journey my energy’s all but depleted... it’d be wise to make the most of my time on this strange world. And, who knows, I may even grow to enjoy it. There is a curious beauty to this place.
The walk to our destination is a short and pleasant one, giving me only a bit of time to admire Vali’s body from behind, an enjoyable distraction from the sensory overload of bizarre flora and fauna -- the latter of which include, primarily, strange bird-like creatures with rabbit-like bodies. Eventually, though, we reach what I can only refer to as a sort of hot spring, steam rising from the surface of several large, elevated pools. Curious structures have been erected around and even within the springs, alien bungalos containing far more of whatever species Vali belongs to, though many are both somewhat more curvaceous, and somewhat darker in skin, than my guide, with shades of vivid scarlet being the most common. Among the structures is also erected a massive statue, formed from solid white stone and depicting another horned woman, one I do not recognize.
“I bring a visitor,” Vali says loudly, calling the attention of her fellows. They too, I see, exhibit similar states of undress, their top halves uncovered and little else notably concealed either. Only small bangles like torcs, anklets, and chokers decorate the rest of their impressive bodies, and I find my heart rising in my chest... this situation could become very fun, under the right circumstances. If only I had known then how closely to my fantasy events would unfold. “A stranger seeking refuge, uninitiated by the Rite of the Deep.”
“You bring her so readily into our fold, Vali?” another of the red-skinned women says, this one a bit taller and a little more well-endowed than her fellows, one brow arched curiously. She slips from the steaming pool, dripping with what I can only assume is either water or a similarly clear, clean liquid, and makes her way over to me, sizing me up with vividly colored eyes -- the irises black, the pupils blue. She lays her three-fingered hand onto my chin, lifting my face up so that she can gaze at me. “She’s small. But... pleasant. What do the sigils signify?”
“Those are my secret to keep, and yours to ponder,” I coo up at her, biting my lower lip. Honestly, my confidence may not be well-deserved... I doubt I have the strength after that kind of interdimensional jaunt to use much of my sorcery, now. “Though you can feel free to... pry.”
“I see she speaks our tongue,” the taller woman says, and I watch her gaze sweep from my face downward, to the cleavage offered by my dress, then lower. “If strangely. She has submitted to the Rite?”
“She has, Jhia,” Vali says softly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her adjust her loincloth, exposing an extra bit of unexpected flesh that’s beginning to swell in anticipation. “Do we have enough of us at the spring?”
“We do,” the other, who I can only assume is Jhia, anwers, a light smile on her lips that shows off tiny fangs. Unlike Vali, her horns are singular and slightly longer, curling back along her scalp to weave into long, straight black locks. “Disrobe, then, outsider, and test yourself against us. Should you endure your trial -- should you satisfy us all without begging for relief -- then you shall be allowed entrance to our court.”
Disrobe? This may be more fun than I thought. I try to hide my excitement as I slip off my dark sapphire gown, letting it tumble to my feet to reveal my body in its entirety -- the alabaster white skin, pert breasts, heart-shaped hips, black nails; giving me a ghostly, monochromatic appearance. All I’m clad in now are the bar piercings running through my tongue and nipples, and the enigmatic black runes on my sternum and inner wrists, matching the elaborate glyph on my forehead. I cock a brow at the two tribal demonesses, as if inviting their critique, and in a way I get it -- Jhia’s eyes widen very slightly as she takes in my figure, and I see Vali’s loincloth finally begin to distort under the pressure of what’s rising beneath it, a tent forming under the rough fabric. “Test me, then.”
With two nods, I’m led to the springs themselves, and the crimson women climbing up from the water or their strange huts, regarding me with pointed interest and increasingly noticeable erections, slowly stripping away their loincloths to reveal impressively large and distractingly... attractive, members. Vali strips away hers as well, showing off her deep pink girldick, appearing to be almost painfully erect from all of the anticipation she’s had to endure. I find myself getting soaked as well as I imagine what this “Rite” may entail.
“We hereby invite Nixxa to prove herself in the Rite of the Deep,” Vali says loudly, gesturing to me. Already Jhia has slid behind me, and I feel her remarkably large girldick press firmly up against my backside, sawing slowly between my bare cheeks and sending a thrill through me, arching my lean figure. “Unleash yourselves upon her... that she may be found pure, and become one of the Daagoni!”
There’s a strange mixture of excitement and duty on the faces of the women (the daagoni?) as they approach, some walking around the edges of the pools and other swimming through -- like they know their task must be taken seriously, but nonetheless expect to revel in it. The first thing that seizes my attention, however, is Jhia’s eagerness, the tall daagoni wasting not a second’s time. The instant Vali’s call for the Rite became official, the warmth of her member against my backside turned into a new sensation entirely as the woman tilted her shaft toward, pressing the tip of her throbbing rod against my asshole -- then swiftly inside, filling up my back entrance and sending pleasure shooting through my body.
“AaaAHnn...!” I gasp out, melting back into Jhia’s embrace before being dragged down to sit at the edge of the spring, displayed for the tribe with the woman’s thick cock stuffed up my ass, my tight hole quivering and squeezing down around it. “How did you know my... favorite hole?”
“I know little of your strange nether-parts,” Jhia hisses pleasantly into my ear, part speech and part moan, “but in our world it is known which hole is for making love to. It is fortunate that you share it with us.” She grins, letting her cock slowly slide free of me before pressing it back inside, drawing a yelp of pleasure as she fills my ass back up with her throbbing red girlmeat. I suppose I can’t argue with her logic, and I’m fortunate that it aligns with my preferred entrance for dick... though I have to wonder what will happen with the other daagoni moving predatorily towards my exposed body.
“What of... them?” I wince a little as I push back against her member, taking it as deep up my ass as I can get it, and reach out to take gentle hold of the end of Vali’s shaft, using it to draw the shy daagoni towards me and beginning to firmly stroke along its length. “Are they quite accustomed to taking turns?”
“Not at all,” Jhia whispers, nibbling at the edge of my ear and sending a chill through me as she pumps inside again, not quite picking up a rhythm but settling for distracting, staccato thrusts that make me spasm and squirm against her.
“There is a reason the Rite of the Deep is considered a challenge,” Vali offers, licking her lips and gasping out as I finally get her close enough to flick the end of my tongue along her tip, drawing a design of saliva against her pulsating, dark pink cocktip. A challenge, then. A challenge it shall be.
It’s less than a minute of me gradually swaying between both women, bobbing between Vali’s red pillar in my mouth and Jhia’s up my ass, before the rest of the imminent daagoni catch up and begin to... interfere. Loincloths are discarded now, leaving only various bangles and small decorations, and I very abruptly find myself surrounded by throbbing cocks, pushing and prodding against my face and body while I handle the two shafts I’ve already chosen.
“She’s so pretty, so small,” I hear one of them purr as she presses her dick against my cheek, the tip occasionally getting bumped to and fro when I bob down on Vali’s thick rod. I take the hint and reach out, grabbing the red pole and curling my fingers around it, starting to gradually stroke it back and forth while yet more of the strange tribeswomen converge on me. One quickly presses her cock between my tits, a gesture that’s quickly met by Jhia, who reaches around me to press my full breasts together, fingers teasing playfully along my nipples and stiff, cold piercings, creating a tight valley for her kindred to rock and buck against. A trail of saliva trickles down my cleavage, moistening it, and I find that the drool and precum dribbling from my chin only adds to it, dripping from full black lips as I endeavor to cram Vali’s cock all the way down my throat.
“She has a strange, useless front slit as well...” I hear from another voice, one that shows neither interest nor genuine disdain, but indifference -- even as wet as it’s becoming from all this attention, neither she nor any of the daagoni appear to see my pussy as a sexual object at all. Already I can feel that stiff second cock lining up with my asshole, pushing and squishing against Jhia’s to find an advantageous position. “Mmnnnh... nice tight ass though...!” she gasps when she finally pops inside of me, breaching the meager resistance of my butt and sinking in deep, taking a few rough, eager thrusts before starting to find a smoother rhythm, her cock grinding against the other one inside of my anus. I must confess, having always been something of a cosmic buttslut, a double-helping of fat dick in my tight ass is nothing I’m a stranger to -- though I’ve forgotten how much I loved it, that sensation of violating fullness. The reckless claiming of my ass alongside the total rejection of my cunt floods me with a thrill both physical and mental, mind-melting, symphonic.
“Uuooghh, fuck...!” I yelp out, choking on Vali’s cock for a moment before taking it back into my mouth, bobbing harder up and down onto it, feeling it start to surge and pulse in my mouth, the taste of the pink girl’s precum salty and spicy all at once. I struggle not to gag when I finally feel that shaft begin to pump its contents into my mouth and down my throat, swallowing as much as I can before the rest starts dribbling down my lips. “FfhhchhhllkK....”
The sounds of moaning fills my ears, and my other hand finds a cock of its own to fondle, rapidly jerking along its scrumptious length. Though from the one in my other hand, and now the one between my tits, I feel them heating up as they squish and rock against my skin, spurt after spurt of hot spunk shooting out of those thick, meaty scarlet cannons and across my chest and face, coating me in their stickiness. They take only a moment to rest before dislodging from me, only to be immediately replaced by newcomers who had been semi-patiently waiting their turns.
Fuck, I can feel their energy, their lust filling me, taking the edge off of my depleted power source, or... or is that just the sensation of a hot load of cum shooting into my ass? The sound of Jhia’s ecstatic wail from behind me tells me it is -- and with the extra lubricant I feel the second dick stuffing my ass start to drill me harder, faster, pounding rapidly into me while Jhia’s engorged red shaft slides out of me. Jarringly but not unexpectedly, it’s immediately replaced by another, my asshole never getting an instant to acclimate to the sensation of only having one dick in it.
I’m also rolled over as Jhia slides out from under me, forced onto my hands and feet and force-fed a new cock, one of the other daagoni positioning themselves beneath me to sink their dick back up my ass. It’s difficult to hold myself up, and I find myself tilting onto my side to support myself with one arm, jerking off another shaft that now, too, begins to unload its creamy treasure onto my face, forcing me to swallow a little before the rest trickles down my neck and chest. I quake with orgasm as the two massive shafts shift in and out of my ass, alternating their rhythms, always keeping me so, so full. Fuck, my ass feels so fucking good, in its constant battle to adapt and adjust to the two pillars of red flesh pummeling it so deeply, so roughly.
But then, awkwardly positioned on one elbow and wrapping my arm around the waist of the daagoni who’s slid into the gap to cram her cock between my tits, I feel something new. Something unexpected, despite my ass being the only entrance on the buffet -- something that, I can’t stress enough, I have no problem with, and may well have chosen myself even if the daagoni hadn’t insisted. I feel the pressure of a third thick, spongy cocktip pressing against my back entrance, a third body entering the fray in this whirlwind of red skin, bouncing tits, and throbbing, dripping cock. That of Vali, the cautious pink scout giving in to her lust and going for seconds, stealing a long kiss from one of her sisters as her cock sinks inside of me, prying open the rosy, battered opening of my slick, stretched asshole.
I try to scream out, with what emotion or intent I can’t yet tell, but the sound of my protest is muffled by the cock driven down my throat. No amount of twitching or squirming even seems to register to the five powerful bodies pinning and stuffing me, and at last, all at once, I feel Vali’s dick slide fully up my ass, joining the other two pumping, thrusting rods. This, three at once, this I’ve never experienced. It reinvokes the same sweet discomfort that I felt when I first tried two, redoubled now, and always in the back of my mind is the kinky thrill that even being assaulted by five dicks at once, my pussy is entirely untouched -- not even by my own self. Tonight, I’m the anal-only puppet of a tribe of otherplaenar amazons, and I couldn’t be happier.
I orgasm again, I think -- though it may be a continuation of the last, its flame never extinguished as all-consuming pleasure continued to rage through me. Possibly a new climax, an addition. Is it even possible to endure two extended, concurrent assgasms? Research is unclear, but I plan to investigate further in the future.
Another hard cock -- the one that’s been in my ass the longest, finally erupts inside of me, dripping out of my full, squelching butt, and I take the opportunity to find a new position, sitting Vali and the other daagoni beside each other and mounting them, cramming both cocks back up my ass while taking another into my mouth, another between my slick, seed-dripping breasts, and begin to bounce in their laps to impale myself on the twin shafts, claiming them for my own, trying to force my pleasure to mount even more. It spikes, then, when Jhia unexpectedly reenters the fray -- moving behind me and kneeling, forcing her own cock back up my back passage, my grand total reaching three once again. She fucks me deep and rough, out of sync with my own downward slams, with savage jackrabbit thrusts that threaten to drive me mad right then and there.
But even as I take another cock in both of my hands -- now serving seven of the daagoni at once, my pussy still untouched -- I endure the trial that these people have set before me. I endure the Rite of the Deep, I hold on. Even as another load of hot cum bursts over my face or down my throat, dripping down my breasts, stomach, shoulders. Even as my stomach begins to quiver with yet another fusillade of seed that jetted up my only worthy passage, I hold on. I cum, and I cum, screaming out my lust into dick after dick as their pleasure, their desire, their energy feeds my magic. I hold on, and I win.
I’m not sure how many of the daagoni I service in the hot spring, but I do know that when it’s over, I’m laying at the edge of the pool, my gaping back hole dripping with seed, satisfied at last. My entire body is covered by sticky cream held in so many full, smooth daagoni sacks, plastered with it, almost unrecognizeable underneath the coating.
“Nixxa, of another land...” I hear Vali’s voice, orating once again now between labored breaths. I feel two pairs of strong arms lift me, and slowly lower me into the steaming water of the spring. “...You have passed the Rite of the Deep. Consider yourself an honorary member of the Daagoni Tribe.”
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