Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

The bed creaked and the mattress sagged under additional weight, and then something soft trailed over Lily's face. It tightened, covering her eyes and knotting behind her head. Shh... Anja whispered in her ear, fingers trailing lightly over her belly. It's better this way, isn't it? I could be... anybody. Anja's soft lips trailed down her cheek and over her throat, biting lightly along the throbbing vein beneath her skin. Her supple body pressed into Lily's side, one finger joining Lily's in exploring her dripping slit. Who am I, in the darkness? The priestess we saw? Her tongue explored Lily's mouth as her wet pussy ground against Lily's thigh. Can you taste a demon's seed on my lips? The bed creaked again, mattress depressing further as another figure joined them. Strong hands rolled her on her side, then cupped her breasts as a thick cock pressed into the cleft between her buttocks. Callused fingertips rolled her nipples, moving as a wet mouth covered one and then the other. And who is this, in the darkness? Whose thick cock will fill you, Lily? Are you spreading yourself for a demon, in your mind? It's... uhm, yeah, Mykel agreed, feeling at a loss for words. I mean, it looked like the Great Celebration, but... He shook his head. Everyone knows who everyone else is, there. Even if they don't know each other personally. And... He shifted awkwardly, trying to hide the erection straining his pants. This was ridiculous! He and Eva had shared rooms, and even beds, before. They weren't in love, he didn't think. Certainly not like her mothers or his parents. But they had been friends forever, and had fucked more than once - often because sex was more entertaining than chess for whiling away an afternoon. But now, with that orgy in mind, it felt... awkward. Mindless sex, yeah, he echoed. Those blondes were hot, though, he added, thoughtlessly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Eva stiffen with a little gasp. Worried he'd offended or upset her, he turned. She was staring at him, eyes a little clouded and lips parted, her shirt unlaced and open to the waist. You... thought so too, huh? She stared at him, then nodded. He never remembered what happened next. One moment he was sitting, the next he was pressing her against the wall, grinding his hips into hers as he kissed her savagely. His hands tugged at her shirt, pulling it down over her shoulders and throwing it aside. Fuck, he growled, I want you. What else comes along with it? Verrier repeated. You know, Clara. You know what else 'comes along with it'. He slipped away, gesturing towards the arched windows high above them and the sky beyond. How did you arrive here, Clara? You did not walk, and you did not ride. You flew, flew in the shape you were meant to wear. Walking backwards, he led her through the shelves as he watched her reaction. The shape you fight so vigorously against, Clara. You are becoming - have already become - a Dragon. He spread his arms wide again, allowing his extended fingertips to trail over the bookshelves. Not one of the diminished, pathetic linnorms or wyrms that haunt the desolate wastes of the world. The touch of Chaos is upon you, igniting what a hundred generations of humans in my domains have absorbed. Clara Olgasdottor you were named at your birth, Claradochsvyatoy, in the Primal Speech - Clara, the Bright Daughter. Turning, he pushed open the orichalch doors and stepped out into the main thoroughfare of the mountain. You will be magnificent, Clara. Immortal and ageless and powerful, and free. Turning, he bowed slightly and offered her a hand with a wink. But, perhaps, you will freely accompany me? You stayed such a little time, last time you were here, and there is much I would show you. Eva Cassie and Justine and Mykel Rynne, daughter of Willam mother not yet revealed.