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The Power of Pain

Part 3

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Rainbow Lux, or as she preferred to be known, Lux, floated in the corner of a tent. It was one of many, the camp mostly featuring those that had been called to fight against the threat rising in the south. She knew that the army had little chance of actually being a threat to her mistress, but the Tama knew better than to leave it alone. Even if Bast hadn't instructed her to take care of the potential problems sleeping the night away, she had every reason to want to be here after seeing what their little summoner-link's memories had in store.

The Tama shifted, sliding her hooves against the orb that she floated on. The flames of many souls burned beneath her, and she could feel them churning, swelling, throbbing away in the heat below. She chuckled to herself, slowly stroking a finger down the large horse-cock that stuck out from between her legs. A little stroke there, a little tease there, just enough to keep it hard and dripping. That would do, that would do.

She paused as she heard footsteps coming by the tent, leaning back a little with a slight glow between the fingers of one hand. Someone coming early might disrupt her plans, and -

But there was no need for the destructive spell that rose to hand. She lowered her fingers again, giving the head of her shaft a slow squeeze, just enough to get the tip dripping once more.

As she readied her own lust and seeded the tent with her scent, Lux thought back to the images that the goddess had plucked from the cat's head, and what Maeve had managed to draw out of him during her 'interrogation'. The Tama snorted. The sergal had never interrogated anyone in her life. Love-making, fucking, rutting: whatever she wanted to call it, it was all down to sensuality and nothing more. She didn't have the balls to actually interrogate someone, not properly, at least.

But it had been enough to tell her what the two dragonesses that had been traveling with the group were like. Tatsuo and Bellatrix, two powerful individuals, but one far more powerful than the other. Bellatrix, white-scaled and possessed of a demon-killing blade, could be a problem for her mistress later on. Lux planned on eliminating that problem tonight and gaining a toy for herself in one fell swoop.

All she needed to do was lay the groundwork. The dragonesses were powerful, but they'd be helpless against this one simple plan.

Many miles away, Maeve and Kain watched the display through a scrying spell that the sergal had cast. Kain groaned under his breath as she slowly stroked his cock as they watched, and the black cat shifted from side to side on the bed.

Their room had grown since the night before, some sort of magic enhancing the cavern and making it different. There was stone on the walls, still, but it was no longer the dangerous rock cavern that it had been. The floor had been turned to carpets, quilted and soft, and the walls were losing their jagged edges, becoming something more akin to palace walls. The bed had turned to a proper mattress, with pillows galore, and there were already stains on the sheets from what they had been doing.

He hissed under his breath as Maeve leaned down, sucking along the head of his cock before going back to stroking. The cat shivered.

"What...what is she doing?" he asked, nodding at the Tama in the spell.

"Preparing the tent."

"For what, though?"

"To take down those that betrayed you, even Lux will need a little help."

"Yeah, but...mmmph..."

He shivered, feeling that tongue swirling around the head of his shaft. It was always so eager, so pushy in the way that it worked to get him hard. The sergal was eager to see him cum again, he swore, and he knew that he'd blow his load soon if she didn't give him time to recover.

The scry shifted slightly, moving to put Lux slightly in the 'corner' of the view, and the tent shifted slightly. A new figure stepped forward, a coyote, one that was dressed in leather and looked like his replacement.

For a moment, Kain hissed with anger, sitting upright and glaring at the scrying spell. That lasted all of two seconds before Maeve pushed him back, slowly rubbing his thighs.

"Don't worry. Lux will take care of him. He'll serve his purpose. Just let us work, let us show you what you deserve..."

Kain slowly nodded, sliding back down against the bed, and then closed his eyes for a moment to just enjoy the tingling, slippery blowjob.

#

Lux chuckled to herself as the coyote entered his tent. Formerly his, perhaps, might have been the better way to say it. She drew her fingers from her cock, slowly running the pre-cum between them before giving a slight twitch of her tiny wings. The already heady smell in the tent only grew stronger, and the coyote blinked, sniffing the air.

"Welcome to my parlor," she whispered.

The coyote whipped his head around, staring at her. His eyes were already fogged over with the power that she had summoned, and she chuckled as he stumbled backwards, almost falling over his own bed. He reached for the sword at his side, only to fumble every time that he tried to grip the hilt.

Oh, he was a weakling, alright, exactly the sort of plaything that would make a most interesting sort of pleasure toy.

She snapped her fingers and he instantly slipped to his knees. His eyes went wider still, and she slid off of her floating orb. Her cock was throbbing hard, getting stiffer by the second, and she slapped it against his face as she walked to stand in front of him. He grunted, but didn't look away.

Just as she had planned. The scent of her shaft, supplemented with her magic, was more than sufficient to deal with this one. He was already on his knees, already getting stiff and hard in his leathers, and she could use him as she saw fit.

"Who are you, little bitch?" she asked.

"Mmmph...my name...Salak."

"Tell me, Salak. What are you doing here?"

"They...they hired me."

"Who?"

"The Red Wind. Cerise, Nigel, Bellatrix, Tatsuo."

"And why did they hire you?"

"They...they had to deal with a traitor."

"A traitor? And who was this traitor?"

"A...a black cat..."

"Ah, and what was his crime?"

"He tried to rape Cerise."

"I did not!"

Kain almost shrieked, he was so angry. He would have leaped from the bed and tried to leap through the image like a portal if it wasn't for the fact that Maeve pushed him back, pinning him to the bed. He squirmed, looking past her and glaring at the scrying image.

"I didn't try and rape her!"

"I know, darling, I know."

"I swear, I...I...why would she..."

"She lied because she couldn't stand the shame. She lied so that she could believe herself a good person, perhaps. Or maybe..."

The sergal slowly mounted him, rolling her hips so that her ass faced back towards him, so that he could stare as his cock started to slide into her pussy. He groaned under his breath as she started riding him, slowly bouncing her hips against his cock, forcing him to fill her again. Every time she did this, he felt like a stud, like a king with some worshipful subject.

"Or maybe...she did it so that the world wouldn't judge her, abandoning someone that loved her so."

Kain slowly took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on her rather than his rage. It was better that way. The pleasure was better than the pain. He gripped her hips gently, guiding her as he turned back to the scry. Lux was just starting to take it further, and it promised to be a good show.

Lux didn't have the same motivations as Bast or Maeve. The goddess had plans for the world, grand plans that would extend the black cat's reach across the globe, across various continents to different reaches and realms. She would have the power of the world at her fingertips, and have an advantage over all other gods for the rest of existence.

Maeve, on the other hand, had the motivation of loving and caring for certain individuals. The summoner-link was one such, she knew, and it would only serve to make this more complicated. This whole revenge plan was convoluted, and it was only being done to make someone else happy. Or had been, before now. A certain deal between her and Bast had guaranteed that this would be a little more profitable for her by the end of this.

For now, however, the little coyote was her personal toy. He had already submitted to her scent, and now, it was time to guide him to submit to something else.

She fondled the base of her cock, giving it a few slow strokes, and the coyote's nose followed the tip up and down, his eyes locked on the shaft in a way that she doubted he had ever stared at anything else. She smiled as she swayed it from side to side, then up and down again, and he kept staring, obsessed, hungry.

She lowered the head so that it pointed towards his lips, and he moaned, his mouth hanging open, his nostrils flaring to take in the scent again. Dabbing the tip against his tongue, he moaned, and she chuckled as he tried to swallow the whole thing.

"Ah ah..."

"Mmmph?"

"The bed. Bend over."

"Y-yes..."

"Yes, Mistress," she corrected, and he nodded.

"Yes, Mistress."

The coyote slid over to the bed, hiking up his tail before pulling his pants down. In short order, his ass was completely exposed, and he had his cheeks pulled wide apart for her. She smiled, walking right up behind him and slapping her cock against his asshole, feeling it puckering against her tip, feeling it clenching down and trying to squeeze her shaft.

Oh, you are going to love this, you little slut...at least...after a minute or two.

Tatsuo groaned as she pulled her head back from the drinking trough. True, the structure was there for the horses and mounts rather than the assembling soldiers, but she didn't have the patience to find the quartermaster and find some water for herself. It was clean enough, and the rust-colored dragoness didn't mind swapping spit if she had to.

Not that she'd let Bellatrix find out that she'd done this. That prissy little dragoness could get downright prudish sometimes, though it never really matched up with what they did in their tent.

She smiled to herself, cracking her neck from side to side as she stood up and flexed her arms. The kinks from being tied down and whipped with that lovely tail were slowly fading, and she sighed as she felt a bit more herself. Everything felt better after a round or three with her partner, and this was no different.

Wonder if she'll be up for a fourth round...

Normally, they finished off their bit of fun with some tail sex and pegging with that, but this time, they'd ended just a bit early. Bellatrix had the need to commune with some spirits, and Tatsuo had taken advantage of that break to snap the chains and head out to get some water. Time to get back before she was noticed.

She was halfway through the camp back to her shared tent when she heard a whimper coming from another. The rust-colored dragoness blinked, still in the process of pulling her leathers back on, and slowly pulled at the edge of the tent flap. This was supposed to be the coyote's tent, the new scout. The little punk was eager, but she doubted that he'd managed to secure a lay for the night. What was -

Her eyes went wide as she saw the creature that was pounding away at the coyote's asshole. It looked almost horse-like, but one with wings? With three horns on top of its head? It wasn't anything that she'd seen before, and it was too much for her to believe was good. She gritted her teeth and curled her fingers into fists, stepping into the tent. She pulled one hand back as she approached.

Just as she was about to reach the stranger, the mare flapped her wings. No more than once, but it was enough. A flood of sensual musk hit Tatsuo right in the face, and she gasped at the sudden heat that flew through her head. She stumbled, hitting the ground, and the mare chuckled.

"You thought that you could sneak up on me? Laughable. A good idea, but laughable."

"Mmmph...nnngh?"

"Never were much of one for brains, were you?"

"Mmmph...nnn...nnnngh!"

She tried to pull herself forward, but something about that heady musk had her pinned to her knees. Tatsuo groaned, trying to find some way to get to her feet, but there was nothing. Nothing but arousal and need, and...and...

"Come here."

The words were quiet, but enough for her to listen to. She crawled forward, already losing her pride, and already losing herself.

"Oh...my...god..."

Kain stared at the display, almost distracted enough by it to not notice the sheer pleasure of the sergal bouncing on his cock with abandon. She was moaning, savoring it, obviously, but for him, the show was still something interesting enough to hold his attention.

The sight of Tatsuo on her hands and knees, the view of her thrusting her tongue out and licking someone else's balls as they fucked some male, was beyond anything that he had ever imagined. She had always been a solid lesbian, always been more interested in Bellatrix than any of the tricks and lays that had thrown themselves at her muscular feet. She had always turned them down, preferring the demon-hunter.

It seemed that the Tama had changed her mind. Certainly, the rust-red dragoness was not complaining as she licked those leathery balls.

As the lapping continued, Meave slowly turned around, the sergal looking down at him. She panted as she rested on the base of his cock.

"See? I told you that we would take care of it."

"Yes, but...how..."

"How are we going to deal with Bellatrix?"

He nodded. The white dragoness was the most powerful of the pair, and arguably right up there with Cerise in terms of raw power. There weren't many that could contest with goddesses and demons, but with that power and with the blade that she owned, Bellatrix was one of them.

"Don't worry about her. Just focus on me, Kain. Focus on me, and let me show you how much you deserve...Focus on me, my pussy, and the feeling it gives you. You deserved this all along, not what you received from...them..."

He nodded slowly, starting to believe her. Nevertheless, he watched the show, his eyes wide as he watched the cock sliding out of the coyote, watched as the coyote turned around and started fucking Tatsuo. The thought of that dragoness being on the bottom, just taking it, was something that he had never imagined that he'd ever see, but there she was. She was a bottom bitch, a gleeful slut, taking cock and moaning for more.

There was nothing to stop her from it. She just knelt, taking that knotted dick again and again as the Tama leaned forward, forcing her head down between her legs. One long sniff under those big horse balls, and the dragoness was sucking on another pussy.

This is...this is insane...

And yet it was happening, all for him. No other reason, just for him.

Lux was enjoying the show as much as the next woman, but the pleasure was only the start of it all. The pieces were in place, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before the other dragoness would be coming to find her partner. One little chance encounter had led to another, all manipulated and planned for.

She spread her legs a bit further, allowing her hooves to rest on the edge of her floating sphere. It was a comfortable enough seat, particularly with the squirming, struggling souls inside. By the time that this night was over, there'd be two more in there, and one of the survivors would be her pet.

Bast had promised her that. One of them would belong to her from now on. Maeve had claimed her mortal, and now, she would claim her own.

As she allowed the dragoness to shove her tongue in deep, she looked over her shoulder, stroking one hand over the crystal ball that carried her. A simple word unlocked a scrying spell, allowing her to see the white dragoness stepping out of her tent.

Splendid. She's on her way.

She leaned her head back, lifting one leg up a bit further. The coyote was deep in the process of fucking away, his eyes almost pure white as her scent and power sucked the soul right out of him. Or at least, loosened it. She would not claim it, not yet. She would only claim his loyalty, his obedience, his obsession.

That would be more than sufficient, she felt.

"Dear? Oh, dear, where did you sneak off to?"

A simple little call, but one that she knew that Tatsuo would respond to if she heard it. There was no need to bandy about who she was looking for, and certainly no need to spread rumors of just what she was doing. After all, the Slayer of Demons, as she was known, didn't need to bandy about her personal weaknesses. Not that she imagined that Tatsuo was a weakness, all things told.

Still, better not to let others know that she had any sort of soft underbelly. The white dragoness shook her head, tilting her head back.

"Dear, are you there?"

There was no response. She sighed, shaking her head. It seemed that she might have to conduct a tent-by-tent search, and that wasn't something that she was looking forward to.

I'm starting to think that we jumped the gun by getting rid of Kain...

When Nigel had asked for her and Tatsuo's help, she had been surprised, but not altogether opposed to it. Kain had managed to snatch up different artifacts before her more than once, and due to the politics of the party, that meant that he got to keep them. First found, first owned, after all. The way that he was constantly swooning over Cerise had made her rather uncomfortable, too. Not that they shouldn't have some romance, but it was...public. Very public. And she would have preferred them keep it private.

Yet, she hadn't thought of killing him, not initially. That had been Nigel's idea, and she knew that it was based on the Doberman's fear of losing his new love if she ever had any competition again. She'd asked if it was necessary, and he'd said that it was, particularly if they wanted to keep their reputation intact.

That had been enough for her. Now, she wondered if she should have held out for more. A proper scout rather than the bumbling, obsessed replacement that they'd picked up could have found Tatsuo without even trying, and without raising the alarm, as well. Now, she'd just have to hope that she found the woman first.

Sighing, she began her trek down the line of tents. One after another, she gently nudged, poking them as if knocking on a door. Not one responded, and she started to think that all of them had gone to bed early.

Strange...

It was the first time that she had been among a proper army, to be sure. Required, of course, what with the news of cultists rising in the south and causing problems, but hardly something that she had much experience with. That was more Nigel's department, but he was off to the north, gathering support in some capital city and looking to get the attention of royalty. He'd had her, Tatsuo, and the new guy stay down south and gathering this army, standing ready to command it if there was need.

She doubted that there would be. Any serious threat, she believed she could handle on her own. Tatsuo was there for back-up, too.

She was halfway down the line of quiet - too quiet - tents when she heard a moan. A familiar moan, at that, one that had her face burning as she recognized it.

No...no, that's not possible.

Bellatrix reached for the tent flap, yanking it open. There, on the floor, in the mud and the muck of dirt and sexual juices, were her partner and the new guy. The scout was humping away at her dragoness, and his eyes were closed tight. The dragoness's eyes were closed to slits, and just as the white dragoness stared down at her, Tatsuo came.

The sudden scream and squirt humiliated her, and she sputtered, unable to believe what was going on before her. She stomped her foot a moment later, shaking her head.

"You...you whore! How could you do this to me?!"

Kain didn't know that there was such satisfaction to be had, but apparently, there was. And it felt amazing.

The sight of the raw pain and anger on Bellatrix's face reminded him of how he felt when they showed up en-masse and started their beatdown. He remembered that feeling of shock, fury, fear, and more. He remembered how it felt to be beaten down and left for dead, and he could not help but think that this was only the start of what the white dragoness deserved.

He was on his knees, now, with Maeve on all fours in front of him. He was fucking her hard, ramming his cock past her pussy, going as deep as his length would let him go. Huffing, puffing, he moaned as he used her, feeling her hot inner walls clenching down on him. The wetness inside ran down his shaft, dripping from his balls.

"That bitch...that bitch is getting...what she deserves."

"All that and more, darling. All that and more."

The view changed, showing that Lux had engaged with the other woman. Bellatrix gasped, angrily pulling her blade from the emptiness. She had called forth her magical weapon, the demon-slaying blade that she carried around in the portals around her. Even Kain hesitated then, staring at her, hardly believing what he was seeing.

"Don't worry," Maeve said, her hole clenching as she spoke. "She's already prepared for this."

"How?"

"You'll see."

He would have asked for more, but Maeve was already rolling her hips back, already fucking him again, and he groaned, letting it happen. The feeling of her pussy was better than thinking too much, anyway.

#

Lux chuckled to herself as she saw the great sword of demon-slaying pop out of nowhere. It was a simple trick, though she imagined that it had startled more than a few demons in its day. She leaned back, crossing her arms as she looked at the dragoness again.

"Do you think that surprises me?"

"It should. It'll kill you," Bellatrix hissed.

"Oh, you say that, but you know, I think I'll be able to deal with it."

"No demon can. It slaughters any hellish thing that it touches."

"I'm surprised that it hasn't killed you yet."

"You're the one that turned Tatsuo. This isn't her. This will never be her. I won't let you take her from me!"

"Oh, trust me. It won't be me turning her away."

Not that there was much to be turned at this point. A short face-fuck, followed by all the musk, and all the magic, and all the corruption that filled the air had turned the rust-red dragoness into something that was altogether different from the woman that she used to be. Her mind was all but gone, and there was almost nothing of that rough and tumble lady that wanted her woman. No, this was a different dragoness, one that wanted cock. Horse cock. Lux's cock.

More to the point, this tent was her domain, now, filled only with those that would stand with her. As the white dragoness raised her blade, the coyote's eyes finally opened. Lux looked past the dragoness, sending one little command to the little idiot.

Strike.

Without warning, the coyote pulled himself from the dragoness's pussy, grabbing a dagger from his fallen belt and following the order. He leaped over the brainwashed female, his dagger overhead, and -

Squelch.

The blow was a soft, wet one, something that the demon-slayer hadn't seen coming. She gasped, turning on instinct. It was impressive that she had the life left to do that, that she could force herself through the pain, but it covered one loose end. The coyote's head came off, his muzzle hitting the ground. Blood flowed, of course, pouring from his neck, and his soul came free.

As the Tama collected it, calling it into her orb, the white dragoness fell to the ground. She gasped for breath, her scales already staining red from behind, the wound draining out through her back. Lux floated over her, ignoring the blood stains in the sand, and made her way behind the rust-red dragoness. Tatsuo watched her approach with worshipful eyes, and Lux smiled down at the corrupted little warrior.

"You are mine now, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You want to be fucked, don't you?"

"Very much, Mistress."

"Keep your tail up, then."

Tatsuo did as she was told, and the Tama moved behind her. That inviting, muscular rump was perfect for someone like her, and it would be good to have a strong warrior on her side. Perhaps, one day, she might have this one move against Kain, once this was all over and done with. A way of proving that she was the better underling to Bast, if she ever felt that her position was slipping.

For now, though, it was fine to just have her fun. She pressed her cock down, making sure that it was rubbing against that slippery, scaly sex, and slowly pushed forward. The flared head was quick to penetrate that open pussy, and Tatsuo groaned under her, panting with her tongue hanging out. She pushed back, and Lux pushed forward, and soon they found their own rhythm.

In the corner of the tent, Bellatrix watched them with fading eyes. Lux could see her soul starting to flicker out, trying to leave the body, trying to escape before the Tama could seize it. There would be no such thing. She smiled knowingly, and the white dragoness stared back. There would be no escape for her.

Even as she tried to call out for Tatsuo, tried to get her lover to help, Bellatrix continued to lose blood. She was falling, failing. Soon, she didn't have the air to call for help. Soon after that, she didn't have the blood to stay conscious. And shortly after that, she didn't have a soul in her body.

The Tama collected it, and went back to fucking.

Kain flopped back on the bed, panting as he realized what had been done. He'd asked for revenge on everyone in the party, and so far, two of the four had already been dealt with. Of all the things that he had expected to happen to them, this was honestly fairly far down the list, but he could not deny the satisfaction of it being done.

You deserved that, Bellatrix, he thought as he panted for breath, his cock no longer throbbing hard, but still semi-hard, even after all this. You deserved to be kicked down, to be ripped apart...to have everything taken from you.

He knew for a fact that Tatsuo wouldn't have gone along with anything that Bellatrix herself hadn't approved. The white dragoness had probably agreed to the whole plan, then told Tatsuo that she agreed, too. There was nothing that the two of them didn't agree on, but Bellatrix was always the instigator.

Now, she was dead as a doornail. Rightly so.

Maeve crawled into his lap again, gently stroking her hands up his chest, rubbing against him. He felt...stronger, surprisingly, less tired than he expected after they had spent literally hours fucking. She was soaked between her legs, and so was he, but there was stamina left to spend. Energy to spare. Power that he could expend to take her again, and again, and again.

It felt so strange, and so...out of place. He thought that he'd grieve, at least a little bit, to see someone that he had worked with for so long just...die like that. Instead, he felt the hunger for more, to see the rest of them fall, to be humiliated and broken.

Even Cerise was starting to shift to that in his point of view, and he didn't know what to feel about that. He thought that she'd be safe, but now...

Maeve leaned in, kissing his cheek. He blinked, drawn out of his own thoughts.

"What was that for?"

"I thought you could use a reminder."

"Of what?"

"That you're wanted."

"...Am I?"

"By me, and by Bast."

"She doesn't want me. She just needs me alive. She said so."

"For now, but that doesn't mean that she won't change her mind," Maeve said, gently pulling his hands up to squeeze at her breasts. "She's a goddess. She needs to know that someone loves her, worships her, before she's willing to care for them. Show her that you acknowledge her, that you care for her as a worshiper of Bast does, and she will see you for the stud, the king, that you could be."

"...Stud?" he asked with a blush.

"Bast wishes the world to be filled with more of your kind, and you are a kingly specimen, Kain," she said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Submit to her, and she'll give you everything. Everything that you ever wanted, everything that you ever dreamed. All you have to do is worship her."

It was tempting, and more than it should have been. He knew that this was still siding with the goddess that wanted to take over the world, the goddess whose cultists had preached a feline supremacy and pushed to enslave or belittle the other species. That was all in the back of his mind, and all should have informed his choice to say no, to not go along with this, to stop this at just his revenge.

Yet, despite all that, he found himself tempted, not just with the idea of being a stud, but the idea of being this king that was valuable. To be wanted. To be needed. To be desired as himself and everything that he had to offer.

"What do I have to do?" he asked.

The End

Summary: Kain's revenge begins, carried out by the Tama being, Rainbow Lux. She moves in to both take down several team members and remove a threat to the operation.

Tags: M/F, M/H, threesome, spitroasting, horse cock, tama, coyote, dragoness, cat, sergal, voyeurism, series, vaginal, oral, anal, death, fantasy, corruption, cum, orgasm, musk, masturbation, humiliation, revenge,