The Dungeonrunners - ch.5
Added 2017-11-27 22:51:42 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: Fully funded, fully written, fully finished -- the new Dungeonrunners is done at last, crowdfunded by patrons! Shout-outs to everyone who helped pitch in, and especially to those of you who did some serious heavy lifting. Because of the amazing turnout we also have a seriously lengthy chapter; so sit back, unbutton your pants, and clear your schedule for the next adventure of our favorite girls!
[combat/comedy/whatnot] [WoW] [futa errywhere] [hotdogging] [rimming/ass-worship] [anal] [cock denial] [voyeurism] [grappling] [mageweave]
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Stratholme had been... trying, so far. Hordes of the undead seemed to flock to the noble Dungeonrunners in droves; pushing, yanking, scratching, biting. Arcing flashes of lightning from Luasha and gushing waves of fel flame from Ellivieve swept over the ever-advancing city of the dead and damned, while Marastaris and Nianei stood back-to-back in the center of the swarm, tilting and shifting to interpose the monk in front of the more dangerous threats. Streak upon streak of white light blazed from the outstretched hands of Aloradelle, causing a chain-reaction of healing bursts to course through both of the two women in the greatest danger.
“Boost me!” Nia shouted out as she slammed her slim, flame-engulfed hammer through the skull of the last oncoming zombie, tilting to face the hulking, lumbering abomination stampeding its way towards the group.
“You got it,” Mara nodded, tossing up a small keg of volatile moonshine and then launching it forward with a quick wheel-kick, sending it smashing into the gurgling monstrosity’s open, gaping belly. In one single motion, then, the green-haired elf rolled backwards, keeping low so that Nia could hop her light weight up onto the monk’s back. At the instant that the shaman leapt off, Mara tilted and shoved upward, rocketing Nianei forward in a twirling, dual-weapon attack that sent gouts of flame and lightning streaming behind her figure. Axe and hammer hit in one huge strike, a thunderclap sounding as steel and the elements became one, the keg of rotgut in the creature’s rotting gut exploding from the blazing nimbus of fire and wind.
As the stitched-together mountain of offal that composed the creature’s body rocketed back into the nearest building, it was chased by a screaming green bolt of agony from Ellivieve, blackening its remnants against the decaying wood walls of what appeared to be an old smithy. This area of the city, for the moment at least, appeared to be clear.
“Everyone alright?” Alora immediately said, rushing up to the others and doing a quick check for injuries. “No scratches? Bites?”
“Never got touched,” Nia beamed proudly, tucking her weapons back into their respective belt loops and withdrawing a cloth from her pack to wipe away the blackened blood splatters from her short, sleeveless mail jerkin. “Mara?”
“Nothing a drink can’t take care of,” the night elf smirked back, cracking her neck and slinging her staff back over her shoulder. “We’ve gotten through tighter squeezes than that -- not even counting Alora’s ass.”
“Hah hah,” the high elf retorted dryly. “Light forbid I try to make sure you’re okay.”
“Hey, it was a compliment,” Mara chuckled, placing her staff behind her shoulders as a rack to stretch her back with. “I could use a rest, though. There’s a lot of this city left to go through, and there’s an empty inn a block back.”
“But won’t that be so... dirty?” Luasha piped up, tucking her shield onto her back as she clopped over to meet the others. “This place has been left to the Scourge for so long....”
Mara shrugged. “Guess we’ll just have to check it out and see.”
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With boarded windows, filthy floors, and a kitchen that should under no circumstances be gazed upon by human eyes, the Star’s Rest Inn was only tolerable by association. In contrast to the corpse-strewn cobblestone of Stratholme’s streets without, the rotting little tavern felt like a royal suite. The rooms were even in passable repair, one of which Ellivieve retired to only moments after arriving.
Sitting heavily at the edge of the bed, Elli let out a quiet hiss of conflicted annoyance. Something had been plaguing her since the beginning of this particular dungeon -- the knowledge that, in addition to the roving flocks of undead, there were human necromancers and other such threats. Threats that a succubus could seriously come in handy for dealing with.
“Zak tip glak-tozz?” her imp babbled, prancing over to her and looking up at the black-robed warlock. Elli merely waved her hand in response, a burbled squeal of demonic protest sounding out as the imp was dismissed. She knew what she should do, what she was supposed to do. But trying to summon another succubus would bring the same one to her -- once again she’d need to deal with Devah, and the demoness had easily outwilled and overpowered her in their encounter in the Stormwind Stockades.
What if she failed again? What if she released the succubus, couldn’t control it? What if someone got hurt? Sighing out through her nose, the raven-haired warlock slung her pouch from off of her hip and dug through it, withdrawing one of her books on demonic summons. Maybe she could avoid summoning Devah altogether. Fire was good against zombies, right? Maybe the imp would be all she needed. Maybe.
“Elli? Can I come in?”
The human girl stiffened and blinked, shoving the book back into its bag and turning to dart her gaze toward the intruder to the room she’d chosen to isolate herself in. Nianei. Could be worse. “Ummm... are we leaving so soon? I thought we were taking some time to rest.”
Nia tilted her head briefly, then shook it no. “Nah, Mara’s on a mission to get enough booze in her that she forgets how terrified of ghosts she is,” the draenei said, a small smile touching her soft lips before she lifted up a little black bundle of cloth. “Mom sent me to bring you this. She’s been working on it for a while -- she figured after you lost that robe to Elli last dungeon, you might want something that isn’t fraying at the hem.”
“Ohh. I almost forgot your mom sews,” Elli responded coolly, reaching out to take the bundle and finding it wonderfully smooth and luxurious to the touch, jet-black and color but oddly... light in weight, for a robe. Unfurling the bundle and holding it out in front of her, the warlock blinked as she laid her dark, red-tinged brown eyes on the entire finished piece of work. Black, clingy, and distinctly lacking in sleeves, skirt, or even leggings. “This... is a leotard?”
“It’s mageweave!” Nia beamed. “She’s been working on it since Scholomance. Do you like it?”
“It’s kind of... um,” Elli cleared her throat, looking from the scanty piece of “armor” to the pigtailed draenei. “Revealing. Is all.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?” Nia giggled. “Come on, at least try it on. I’m sure you’ll look amazing in it.” At the human girl’s pause, Nia relented. “I won’t even peek! Promise!” she continued, with every intention of peeking.
Narrowing her eyes, Elli let out a little sigh and stood up. “Alright. No peeking,” she grumbled, turning her back to Nianei, who immediately opened her eyes to watch the young warlock draw her heavy black robe up over her head and toss it onto the bed. Wiggling out of her undergarments, Elli stepped into her gift, the skintight black fabric clinging hungrily to her milk-white curves in a very... noticeable way, accentuating the soft slimness of her belly, the swells of her youthfully firm breasts, and most distractingly, the luscious, ever-hidden globes of the human girl’s backside.
“It’s, um... tight, but...” Ellivieve murmured, turning around to show off the ensemble and wiggling awkwardly in it, plucking shyly at the legholes snuggling to her skin just above the exposed flesh of her pale, creamy thighs.
“It looks incredible,” Nia smiled, nibbling her bottom lip slightly and taking a slow step forward. Lewd, playful thoughts filled the overactive teen shaman’s mind almost immediately, saliva filling her mouth as her softly-glowing eyes swept up and down along Elli’s newly showcased figure. The human was devoid of any significantly noticeable muscle definition, but was nonetheless adorably shapely and delicate-looking. “I never even saw your purple bracers until now, with the robes.”
“Thanks, it’s... my favorite color,” Elli said, voice growing quieter and a pale pink tongue touching her cheeks.
“Can-- um, can you turn around?” Nia pressed, chewing her lip, tail swaying friskily behind her.
The shorter human arched one slim brow, hesitating for a moment, then turning without answering, glancing back over her shoulder. “Why am I doing this...?”
“Has anyone ever told you that you have an absolutely amazing butt?” Nia cooed, drawing closer and dropping to her knees, tail swishing back and forth excitedly as she laid both hands on Elli’s heart-shaped hips, feeling the soft skin of the warlock’s thighs squish between her fingers.
“I-- um-- I mean--” Elli stammered, her cheeks flushing harder. She then let out a wordless squeak of surprise and embarrassment when Nianei turned her face and pushed it inward, closing her eyes and squishing her cheek solidly against Elli’s mageweave-clad backside. “Wh-what are you--?!”
“Mmmmnnn...” the young draenei purred contently, nuzzling gently into Elli’s ass and simply enjoying the warm softness against her face. She’d been more and more restless since Dire Maul, her encounter with Alora and... her mom, leaving her anxious and horny in ways that her extremely frequent masturbation couldn’t satisfy. A little taste of what she’d been missing had let the shaman realize just how sexually starved she was. “So soft....”
“Th-that’s... you’re... that’s my butt...!” Elli whined, squeezing her eyes shut and stammering out a little gasp. She’d already been feeling vulnerable just wearing the mageweave at all, but now the sensation of Nia’s face lovingly buried between her asscheeks was stirring something much more intense... something that the skintight fabric of her new leotard had no chance of concealing.
“Mmmph... yeah it is...” Nia cooed in delight, her hands shifting down to gently squeeze and massage the human’s soft rear, squishing the cheeks lovingly as she buried her face between them. Elli squirmed and whimpered, leaning forward and propping one hand against the wall in front of her, inadvertently pressing her ass harder against Nia’s face, who moaned out in appreciation.
The feeling was exciting and embarrassing and so many other things, but pleasure was increasingly becoming the most prevalent among them. It took a great deal of social awkwardness to truly push past the sensation of someone veritably worshipping one’s ass, an amount of social awkwardness it turned out that Elli didn’t exhibit. Teeth gently clamped down on her lower lip, she could feel her cock swelling and straightening, forming a neat outline against the layer of skintight black fabric that covered her. A soft whimper escaped her, then a more helplessly submissive one when she felt slender draenei fingers hook in the back of her outfit, drawing the fabric to the side. “W-wait!”
Nia didn’t wait, and the next sound Ellivieve made was a blissful moan when the young shaman’s tongue extended and trailed tenderly around the delicate pink entrance of the warlock’s anus. “Light have mercy!” Elli gasped, leaning forward more, legs spreading a little more as that playful tongue teased and swirled along the human’s smooth, sensitive asshole.
“Mmmmpphhhfuckinnmphhh...~” Nianei murmured back, keeping one hand firmly on Elli’s butt to keep her outfit pulled to the side, but the other began to wind around the warlock’s waist with a more naughty purpose. Keeping her tongue attentively lapping and sliding along Elli’s anus, her pale blue hand massaged up along the front of Elli’s outfit, finding the stiffened outline of the warlock’s dick and grinding her palm up along it, rubbing it aggressively through the fabric while she lovingly licked the other girl’s ass.
Elli set both arms in front of her, leaning in harder against the wall and hesitantly rocking her hips backwards, a blissful whimper escaping her lips as she squirmed under the attention of Nia’s tongue and hand. Her cock was at full stiffness already from the attention to her backside, but now with the draenei girl’s palm and fingers pressing and massaging along it her lust was growing uncontrollable, overriding the warlock’s normally reserved demeanor. “F-fuck, Nia... you’re....”
“Mmnn, yeah,” the shamaness purred, pulling back a little bit to stroke the flat of her tongue up along Elli’s pale asshole in one long, affectionate lap, then gradually bringing herself back up to her hooves. Her palm still squeezing and groping eagerly along the outline of Elli’s dick, she drew close, pressing her slim figure against the warlock’s back. “Keep doing that, okay?”
“Nnn... a-alrigh--mmphh...!” Elli was silenced as she tilted her head backward to look at the blue-skinned teen, immediately finding her lips seized in a long, invasive kiss, stealing her words and breath alike, only to be replaced by Nianei’s tongue. Moaning quietly, her eyes fluttered closed and she found herself returning the kiss, emitting muffled whimpers into Nia’s mouth. The draenei girl unbuckled her own belt as she kept the bottoms of that mageweave pulled to the side, sliding her stiff blue girldick underneath it and sandwiching it snugly between the creamy, saliva-slick globes of Elli’s rear. There was a squeak of uncertainty from the warlock at first, thinking something much more... intimate was about to happen, but her concerns were set quickly to rest when Nia thrust her hips forward and upward, not breaching her back entrance but simply “appreciating” it the way she had been with her face and hands moments ago.
“Naaru...” Nia whispered, the tightness of the mageweave and perky softness of Elli’s ass keeping her cock trapped in place, allowing her to thrust up firmly between those smooth globes -- and leaving both hands free. One stayed where it had been, teasing and grinding along Elli’s dick under her outfit, feeling it get harder and hotter, throbbing against her palm. The other slid up, grabbing one soft breast and giving it a little squeeze as she kept her lips locked to the warlock’s, tongue darting and spiraling in playful loops around the introverted human’s.
“Mmmphhh... mnnn aahhHhnNhn...!” Elli moaned out into the young draenei’s lips, tilting back a little more to redouble her deep, hungry kiss with Nianei as she rocked her hips back into the other girl, feeling that hard shaft slide up against her butt again and again. The way that stiff length slid so hotly and smoothly along the cleft of her rear sent shivers of pleasure through her, the way it would slide and tease against her saliva-slick anus on its way up towards her tailbone. The feeling of the teen shaman’s hand continuing to grope and squeeze its way along her cock made her wiggle and twitch even more, both hands still pinned against the wall in front of her. “O-oh yeah... don’t... don’t stop....”
“Wouldn’t... mnnn... dream of it,” Nia purred into the warlock’s mouth, nibbling one lip hard as her own hips shifted forward faster, met by quicker rock-backs from Elli herself that sent her throbbing blue girldick rocketing up between those ripe globes again and again, a mirror of growing lust starting to rise in her chest as her mumbles and moans grew hotter and huskier. Tongue spiraling hungrily around Elli’s, the draenei broke the kiss and tilted down, locking her lips around the side of the human’s throat and suckling it warmly, tenderly, her teeth gently raking along that pale, delicate skin. Passionately rocking forward faster and faster, her breath began to catch in her chest, her cock trapped in a sweet velvet heaven of soft cloth and smooth flesh, starting to pulsate with pleasure.
Shuddering blissfully, Elli widened her stance a little more, grinding her ass back against Nia as the draenei’s hand slithered through the leghole of her new outfit, grabbing the warlock’s dick firmly between her slender blue fingers and squeezing it, stroking it faster now, more directly. Pinned against the wall of the Stratholme inn, the two young dungeonrunners formed a rocking engine of perpetual sensuality, thrusting and stroking and biting and kissing, Elli’s creamy butt clenching tight around that blue shaft until it finally began to spurt over her, trapped under the mageweave and shooting bolt after bolt of sticky whiteness under the fabric, fanning across Ellivieve’s back before beginning to trickle down the deep, soft cleavage of her backside. With Nia’s tightening grip and the high-pitched whine of lust that echoed in her ear, it was a matter of moments before the human’s own moans escalated into a husky cry of release, her petite girldick unleashing its seed into Nia’s palm and the front of her new outfit.
“O-oh fuck... you came all over me...” Elli murmured, chewing her bottom lip as she looked back to Nia, who was panting contently, the entirety of her lean figure still pressed against the warlock’s back, the two girls fit into each other like pieces of a puzzle. “You never even put it in....”
“Didn’t have to,” Nia cooed back, sliding her hand free and bringing it, coated in cum, up to Ellivieve’s lips -- offering it for the warlock to taste. “Your butt is just... crazy, as it is.” Gasping excitedly when she felt Elli’s tongue stroke over her offered hand, trailing along her fingers to collect the sticky seed forming strands between them, Nia nuzzled and nibbled back against the human’s neck and ears.
“Mmm... maybe...” the warlock continued shyly, taking another long lick at the cum coating Nia’s palm. “...Maybe next time you can....”
The shaman smiled, licking her lips as she pulled back, sliding her cock out from the enveloping cowl of Elli’s black mageweave. Giving that ass one more firm squeeze, she paused before answering. “That’d be fun. I, um... I’ll tell mom you liked the outfit. You’re gonna keep wearing it, right?”
Ellivieve chewed the inside of her cheek thoughtfully for a moment. It really was revealing, but... maybe in a way it felt empowering, too. Was her butt really that amazing? And if it was, wouldn’t it be doing her teammates a disservice to hide it under a bulky robe? Plus, Luasha had made it specially for her, and it fit so well....
“Yeah, I am,” she finally said, turning and standing up on her tip-toes to nuzzle Nianei’s nose. Maybe this was a good thing, maybe she needed some extra confidence. Extra confidence to deal with... to deal with Devah. “Tell Lua I love it.”
“You got it,” Nia smiled, tilting to smooch the other girl’s lips tenderly before turning and skipping back out the door, the spritely clop of her hooves echoing away as she made her way back down into the common room of the inn. Leaving Ellivieve alone in her room with a singular, dark purpose and a new motivation to follow through on it.
Barely had the door closed behind Nia that the human girl went back for the bed, back to her books and her paints and her eldritch brushes. The salty tang of her own cum still on her lips, the sticky sensation of Nia’s seed between her asscheeks causing each step to swivel slickly, Elli knew what she had to do. She’d trained enough, studied enough. Even if Devah did seem to be... uniquely willful and strong enough to enforce her own autonomy, Elli was the warlock. She was that dark spellcaster that bound the creatures of the fel. And she was determined to bind this one, too.
Knuckles tightening around the personally-inscribed haft of one darkwood paintbrush, Elli tore the threadbare blue rug from the decaying wooden floor, tossing it aside. Her demonology book open at the edge of the bed, she opened a case of eldritch paints and began to draw, piecing together rune upon rune within the massive summoning circle she was forming. This would become a faster process once the binding was properly completed, of course, but for the moment it would need a very delicate touch and a lot of precision. Excessive practice in scrollmaking and enchanting made Ellivieve plenty skilled at forming the dark glyphs themselves, but still she prayed that she’d have the personal power to summon a creature so... volatile.
“Naz su thum raz-kal...” the warlock began to chant as she laid the final stroke of her brush upon the floor, the massive circle beginning to glow with a brutal red energy -- the essences of lust and hunger and destruction all swirling and eddying into a maelstrom of dark sorcery, warping the worm-eaten wood flooring beneath them. The ground began to sink and distort, then twist, the rune itself rotating as the lights grew brighter and darker all at once. It was then that a wild, thumping sound could be heard, rhythmic and fast, like some kind of frantic song with neither words nor notes. It was so much more immense, so much more terrifying, than the first time the succubus had been summoned. The wards were more complex, and Devah would know it, would feel it. She wouldn’t be playing this time. She would come with fury.
And come she did. A bestial sort of shriek in the distance of the beyond seemed to distort in reverse, changing from roar to giggle, now haughty and feminine as a tall figure emerged from the center of the summoning circle. It was her. The succubus who’d nearly eaten Nia’s soul. The one who’d fucked Luasha and forced the woman’s daughter to watch, only now she was missing her short top and tight trousers -- she was naked as the day she was spawned and wretchedly gorgeous. Devah. “I was starting to think you’d never call me back, angel,” she said, biting her sumptuous scarlet lower lip before slowly, deliberately letting her teeth drag back along it. “I like what you’ve done with your look. The ‘gothic goddess’ thing could get you far. Have you considered some darker makeup?”
“I’ve been waiting until I was ready,” Ellivieve hissed, bringing herself up to her feet and looking up at the demoness, keeping her dark eyes narrowed. “Until I was sure I could control you. You’re my servant now, Devah.”
The declaration was met with a slender, arched brow, and a curious gaze wandering down to the runed circle beneath her hooves. “...Is that so?” her purr faded to a cool whisper, eyes rising back up to bore into the young warlock. “It’s very nice work. Maybe if you’d done your research a little better it would have worked.”
Elli’s eyes widened as the succubus took a single careful step forward, past the boundaries of the circle. Another step brought her second hoof forward, and she’d closed the distance with the human and herself. Leaning in close, her lips remained barely an inch away from the other girl’s, and Devah whispered once more. “I am not one of the anemic caged creatures you warlocks play at ruler over. I am greater. I am a true daughter of the Legion -- and that is why you will never leave this room, sweet Ellivieve.”
The massive scarlet girlcock between the demon’s legs rose up with the hunger of a beast long asleep, extending to full stiffness before pressing forward, squishing between Elli’s thighs and up along the cutely tucked package of dick nestled in the nether reaches of her new mageweave. The warlock trembled as hands slowly drifted down to her hips, and that final inch closed, Devah’s lips meeting hers. She tried to gasp but found no breath to do it with, only a strangled whimper burbling from her chest as she was pulled close by the succubus. All of her confidence for this. All the work, all her study in forming those glyphs. A daughter of the Legion...?
At least there was pleasure in those final moments, the warlock’s eyes fluttering before glassing over, then drifting shut, her body melting in Devah’s embrace as the kiss deepened. She could feel her life, her very soul, siphoning out of her body and into those damning lips, swallowing everything that made her Ellivieve....
Elli’s eyes snapped open, a throat-searing gasp filling her with stale life as she felt the demoness suddenly pulled away from her, yanked backwards by a pair of powerful purple arms. The warlock stumbled backwards, desperately blinking away the spots from in front of her eyes as she tried to gather herself.
“Something tells me you’re the succubus I’ve been hearing so much about.” Mara’s voice! Elli shook the dizziness from her mind as she clambered back for her paints. If Mara had come to rescue her, then maybe, just maybe she’d have enough time to fix the glyphs, bind Devah for good. A second chance. Scrambling for her little box of arcane curiosities and fetishes, she dove back to the floor, still shimmering and squirming with the magical energies that had summoned the demoness to this world.
“I... rrghh... hope you’ve been hearing good things,” Devah growled, her small wings flapping wildly behind her for a moment before being folded flat against her back and squashed against the monk’s chest. “But I don’t appreciate having my meals interrupted!”
Biting firmly at the edge of the demon’s ear, Mara grinned as she tightened her python-like grip around Devah’s bare figure. Her arms shifted then, and her grip changed, keeping the succubus facing away from her as her hands hooked down under Devah’s thighs, lifting her completely off the ground and locking her helplessly in a full-nelson. Tragically, demonic powers and a soul-stealing kiss simply wasn’t the correct counter to a skillful grapple. “See the issue there is, I don’t take too kindly to my friends being made into meals.”
“Wh-what are you... doing... idiot elf...!”
The kaldorei’s grin widened, and Mara tilted down to bite gently on the demon’s throat. Standing briefly on one bare foot, the monk grabbed her short trousers with her toes and yanked them down, allowing her mesmerizingly massive cock to bounce free -- an act so attention-demanding that even Ellivieve looked up from her inks to briefly marvel at it. Devah’s had seemed so huge until it was seen side-by-side next to its now-obvious superior. “Teaching you to behave, since clearly Luasha wasn’t strict enough with you.”
A sound somewhere between a gasp of shock and a shriek of pleasure spat forth from Devah’s sinfully perfect lips when the monk’s huge girlcock pointed upward and thrust, pressing hard against the demon’s tight back entrance. Undefended and compromised by the way Mara was holding her in the air, thighs spread and held tight by the elf’s strong arms, there was no resisting. It pressed against the snug pucker of her asshole, then popped inside as the succubus’s anal ring gave way. “Nnghahahhhhh--!!” Devah squealed out, her eyes widening as she felt herself be breached so completely, so fully invaded all at once as inch after inch of Mara’s colossal girldick drilled its way up her tight ass.
“Do what you’ve gotta do, Ell -- I think I’ve got your friend tangled up for the moment,” Mara giggled, a broad smirk on her face as she widened her stance, keeping Devah clasped tight by her legs and armpits, totally immobilized. Stepping back into the direct center of the summoning circle, the night elf nipped at the demon’s shoulder again, thrusting her hips upward with a deliberate, torturous slowness that sent her thick cock sinking deeply into Devah’s defenseless ass.
“Let... l-let go of me...!” the succubus snarled, twitching spastically, her fingers clawing fruitlessly for anything they could reach, which ended up being nothing. Her long, sinuous tail swayed and lashed beneath her, off-balance from being lifted and lacking the dexterity to aid herself in any meaningful way. “Barbarian elf!”
“Monk, not barbarian. Nice try though,” Mara thrust up again, then again, harder each time, stuffing the entirety of her massive dick deeper and deeper into that tight, clenching pink hole. “Mmmhhffuck, you know, the way you keep tightening and twitching around me, I’d say you’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on....”
“S-shut up! You know nothing! You’re... just... nnnghhAAhhH~!” the crazed whimpers of the succubus made a fitting soundtrack -- along with that curious, rapidly-thumping rhythm, which had yet to fade -- to Ellivieve’s scramble to fix the runes she’d set to trap Devah with. Even as she hastily scribbled reinforcing marks into place she found herself stealing glances upwards; from Mara’s bare, planted feet, up along her perfect legs to her massive girldick driving upwards into Devah’s backdoor again and again, as deep as possible and moving faster each time. Unattended and still hard as iron, Devah’s own shaft simply bounced and wobbled up and down with each squelching thrust up her butt, a thick red ornament drooling precum from its tip.
“Elli... E-Elli, angel...” Devah whimpered, her face screwed up in anguished pleasure as she withered under Mara’s python grip and relentless anal drilling. “C-come here and... and help a girl out, okay? We’re friends, right?”
“Not a chance,” the warlock answered grimly, narrowing her eyes at the succubus, her own heart beating faster as she watched the gorgeous creature’s full tits and hard cock bounce and jiggle with each thrust inside of her. “I’m not setting you free. I’m trapping you here and I’m binding you forever.”
“C-come on -- ahnn! -- at least... at least use that pretty mouth of yours and help me get off... she’s... she’s fucking my ass so hard...!” Devah pleaded, the haughtiness whittled from her voice completely as she was relentlessly buttfucked.
“Don’t you dare, Ell,” Mara added quickly, her breath starting to gradually pick up as she rocketed her fat schlong into the demon’s rear again and again, moaning as it squeezed and convulsed around her throbbing dick. “If she can’t get off from my cock alone, she doesn’t deserve it. And for some reason I really like the idea of this little slut not getting a reacharound. How’s her cock look bouncing around like that?”
“It’s... it’s really...” Elli blinked, chewing her lip as she looked back up at the succubus, briefly hypnotized by the stiff, spiraling length, neglected by Mara and unreachable by Devah herself. “...Really cool,” the human murmured, her cheeks flushing a warm pink shade and her mageweave starting to get a little... less comfortable. Her eyes remained fixated on the scene for a far longer moment than was responsible, her gaze sweeping along all that soft pink skin and blood-red markings, mirrors to the runes she’d drawn earlier, except for....
Yes! That was it! Devah’s markings weren’t exactly the same as the ones in the demonology book! Many were similar, but trailing up along the sides of her stomach were strange tattoos that were longer in script, more raw and primal -- more like markings than letters. That was why the binding circle hadn’t worked!
Going back for her inks and brushes, Elli returned to the circle and began to scrawl the new runes into place alongside those already there. She’d studied the originals well enough that she could place the new ones easily once she memorized them, but there were two problems -- firstly that she couldn’t see every tattoo scrolled across Devah’s incarnadine curves, and secondly that constantly looking back to the demoness getting so thoroughly drilled by Marastaris was... distracting, at best.
“Mara, can you change positions? Give me a look at her back!” the warlock called out.
“That’ll be tricky to keep her from getting away,” Mara panted, lowering herself to one knee. “Maybe if I--”
“I won’t try to get away! Just shut up and keep fucking me!” Devah interrupted with a lustful cry, tail lashing wildly as she bit into her lower lip. Whether it was from its sheer size or simply the skill with which the monk used it, Mara’s dick was not something that could be withstood for long. The way it filled her ass up, the way its stiff, pulsating length sawed and ground along her demonic prostate, had Devah almost drooling with passion and pleasure. “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeeee...!”
“Well. Problem solved, I guess,” Mara grinned, taking a deep breath as she lowered herself into a full kneeling position, releasing her unbreakable grip and letting Devah spill forward, holding herself up on the floor with one elbow and lifting her opposite leg, letting the night elf instantly entrench herself back into her tight scarlet ass. Now perpendicular to the floor, the entirety of the demon’s figure was open to observe -- the further markings along her lower back, her soft, hanging breasts, and her swaying girlcock.
“I n-need to fucking--” Devah whimpered, reaching down with her free hand towards her own member, only to have her clasping fingers be sharply slapped away by an ever-alert Marastaris.
“No touching, girlie,” the monk cooed, planting one foot by her side and reaching out to take a lustrous fistful of the demon’s mane of coal-black hair. “You’ve got all the dick you need inside you to bother with playing with that one.” She was answered only by a desperate whine, causing the wicked grin on Mara’s face to widen further.
The slapping, squelching sounds and echoing, panting moans of both Mara and Devah filled Elli’s ears, wordless lyrics to the noteless song booming up from the portal she’d made. Scurrying on all fours to get a vantage from the other side, the warlock took a long moment to admire the demoness’s round, firm ass jiggle from the impact of Mara’s ramrod drilling into its epicenter. The new vantage point also allowed her to spot those last few markings, and scribble them down into place on the circle.
The binding glyph lit up once more, glowing a fierce, eldritch shade of purple, and once again the room began to shift and distort, the walls twisting and seeming to grow nearer. That sound grew louder, but now it was being easily eclipsed as Devah’s moans grew to screams, her ass no longer able to withstand the sweet, merciless rampage of repetitions from Mara’s gigantic cock, her abused prostate finally surrendering and giving the kaldorei exactly what she wanted: a twitching, drooling, screaming, utterly helpless assgasm that shook the succubus down to her core. Her unattended cock throbbed and erupted as a cannonade of cum shot out of it, scattering like fireworks across her own body, coating her in demonic spunk as she was drowned in Mara’s climactic moan. Corked as deep into her backside as it would fit, that violet spunk-blunderbuss throbbed hard again and again, filling her insides with hot jizz.
The glyph shimmered with light one last time, and the runes vanished, the room restoring itself to the way it had been with the summoning circle gone, as if it had never existed in the first place. Released from Mara’s grip, the succubus slumped off onto the floor in a heap, panting heavily. Unnoticeable to any eyes but Elli’s, the demoness bore the one sign that now mattered -- a tiny marking on her throat, black in color, of two stacked half-circles with a bent line curling through them. The mark Ellivieve had placed at the center of the binding circle. Her very own symbol of ownership.
“Is... did you do it? Did it work?” Mara cooed, catching her breath as she sat at the edge of the bed, legs spread lewdly.
“It did,” Elli answered softly, her voice placid on the surface but swelling with excitement and pride. “She’s bound. She’s mine, forever.”
The succubus twitched slightly in her collapsed heap on the wooden floor, a little groan escaping her lips, not quite audible.
“What was that?” Elli prodded.
“...Fuckin’...” Devah whispered huskily, finally lifting one hand and raising it into the air. “...Worth it.”