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The Windsar Adventures

Part 7: The Rape of Threetails

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

The world of Therafim can be found online: - presently I am making a new website with updated maps and rules for full Pathfinder compatibility, and will provide it as a link as soon as the site is in a more complete form.

Heaving a long, satisfied sigh, Urla opened her eyes, shivering slightly at the feel of her cooling sweat on her naked green skin, and then stroked her hands down her trimly-muscled body, feeling each little scar that marred the sculpted perfection of her musculature all the way to her thighs, and then back up again to cup and then caress her trim breasts, squeezing the darker green nipples between her strong fingers, biting her lower lip to stifle the moan this brought - she was sensitive this morning, and it felt good. For perhaps the first time in her life, the strong, independent orcish warrior woman wished that her breasts were bigger. After all, she finally had somebody to whom she wanted to show them off.

Releasing her breasts, Urla stroked her hands down to her stomach, caressing her tightly-muscled belly as, unbidden, an image of herself, swollen and pregnant with her Overlord's powerful offspring, came to her mind, making her feel a flutter of arousal. Urla regularly took an herbal treatment that ensured she couldn't get pregnant, something she normally took every morning without fail to ensure her body would never succumb to the weakness of the female flesh, even should some upstart male manage to get lucky and overpower her. But this morning...this morning she glanced briefly towards her travel pack, lying amid the sprawled, still-sleeping bodies of her worg allies, where her daily dose lay waiting...and then turned back to look at the bestially glorious face of Malik Malleus, her new master, one hand reaching forward to trace her fingertips over the trail of softly-glowing runes that ran from his chest all the way down his tight-muscled belly. All her life Urla had feared being owned by a male, having her freedom ripped from her so that she would spend the rest of her days being put to work doing the menial chores of an orcish camp, all while bearing litter after litter of squalling, greenskinned brats. Now, however, she welcomed the thought of being this mighty male's slave, and thrilled deep inside herself at the thought of bearing his offspring.

The previous evening, after the camp was set, Malik had stripped off his shirt, leaving him only in a pair of black velvet-lined breeches, before he seated himself on his bedroll. Threetails knelt not far off, naked and whimpering softly as she looked between orcish Warchief and evil Overlord, her hands clasped behind her back, her lovely white-furred breasts thrust forward, not daring to risk Malik's wrath by covering herself. Urla's gaze drifted to Malik's groin, where she could see a sizable bulge beneath his breeches, and then up to his face, feeling her face flush when she realized those burning eyes of his had been watching her the same way she'd been watching him.

"Take off your clothes," the fire-and-charcoal-furred male commanded Urla, and the orcwoman found she had no choice but to obey, immediately reaching up to pull her chain shirt and the fur halter beneath over her head, tossing them casually aside, her blush deepening as she noticed the worgs watching her, drooling, though they remained seated near the fire, not approaching her any more than they dared to approach Malik. Wanting with a desperate, insane urge to please her Overlord, Urla reached for her own leather breeches, trying to think of a way to make her undressing as sexy as possible. She vaguely remembered making an elven slavegirl of hers dance for her once (a slavegirl she'd actually allowed to escape, something Urla didn't talk about with anyone, ever), but the exact details of that heady night escaped her. Her brow furrowing slightly with a look of regret, Urla turned her back on Malik, afraid of his expression when, instead of doing something sexy, she just shoved her breeches down to her ankles, then kicked them off.

"You are very beautiful," said Malik, making Urla bite her lower lip as she continued to face away from him, her cheeks flushing in the pride that came in knowing she met her master's approval. "Turn around and kneel before me - I want you to pleasure my shaft."

This was what Urla wanted as well, immediately doing as he wished, resting her firmly-sculpted green bottom on her heels as she knelt before the powerful, awe-inspiring male, the Overlord of Evil. Looking up at her master, Urla bit back a whimper that started in her throat at the sight of those glowing red eyes that seemed to bore into her innermost depths, laying her soul as naked as her body. As her eyes lowered to the front of Malik's soft breeches, intended for wearing beneath the heavy armor that normally encased his entire body, the whimper finally escaped as the firmly-muscled orcish woman took stock of her new master's shaft, clearly visible in outline through the thin fabric of the trousers. Breathless, she reverently unbuttoned the front of his breeches like a supplicant placing an offering on the altar of a god, then pulled the flaps aside, shivering all over as his heavy length fell forward, almost striking the tip of her flattened, snoutlike orcish nose. It was a weighty thing, thick and well-suited for filled a female to her innermost depths, and just like the rest of Malik's naked body, it had many tiny runes etched into its surface in strange characters of fire.

All Urla could think of as she closed her hands around that beautiful, softly-glowing length of cock, an even darker shade of red than Malik's ember-colored fur, was how poorly-prepared she was, how ill-suited for the task of giving proper obeisance to her lord and master. She'd only twice before in her life taken a male into her mouth, her befanged and blunt-jawed orcish mouth hardly suited to the task, even if she'd had much experience with males in the first place, which, of course, she did not, as such behavior in her old tribe would have meant the loss of her place as a warrior. Her eyes once more rising to meet Malik's, her expression so hopeful, so eager-to-please, and so very vulnerable as she silently begged her master to be merciful in his judgment of her performance, Urla's lips parted, and she ever-so-carefully closed them around the full, swollen glans of the two-legged hellhound's cock.

The moment the first droplets of strangely spicy precum touched Urla's tongue, however, her eyes lowered once more, crossing a little as they widened in surprise: he was delicious! The Overlord of Evil's penis tasted something like spicecake or pumpkin pie, laden with cloves and cinnamon and something sinful lying just beneath, like the deliciously bitter aftertaste of that rare delicacy chocolate, which Urla had tasted only once before after a raid on a merchant caravan carrying exotic foodstuffs. Fortified not only with her desire to please her master, but also with honest, heartfelt adoration for the taste of his cock, Urla spread her mouth as wide as she could, settling Malik's shaft right between her upthrust lower canines, which jutted slightly above the line of her lower lip. Fortunately for her, Urla's orcish heritage gave her a rather wide, somewhat square lower jaw, allowing her to accommodate Malik's significantly thick cock without causing him injury...so long as she was careful.

Careful, of course, was hard to be, as Urla felt herself growing intoxicated on the heady scent of her master's body, coupled with the exquisite taste of his heavily-leaking precum onto her tongue and down her greedy throat. Her eyes closing almost shut, her cheeks flushing from their typical hunter's green to a very deep, almost black midnight green, Urla began to bob her head forward and back as quickly as she could - as quickly as she dared without choking herself. Soon, though, even this momentary inhibition faded as Urla looked up into those hypnotic, burning eyes, fixed on her with such raw desire, and felt herself lost forever, knowing she would never be free again. Rather than feeling fear or regret from such a realization, however, Urla felt a sense of deep relief, and a passion that welled up from depths she hadn't even known existed within her. Slurping loudly on her master's throbbing, almost searing-hot cock with the clumsiness of her eager attentions, Urla shoved her face down until her blunt nose was squeezed firmly against Malik's groin, his balls squeezed against her chin. Exerting all her willpower, the orcish femme held herself there despite the demands of her desperately-fluttering throat, her gag reflex wanting her to pull back, to free herself from the complete loss of her ability to breathe. But Urla continued to stay where she was, heedless of the needs of her own body as she kept her thrusting head down to short, hard thrusts, brutally abusing her own mouth and throat without mercy. As her body fought against her, Urla reached around, grabbing her master's solidly-sculpted rump just beneath his short-cropped tail, and used her hands to hold herself in place, grunting in exertion and eagerness to please as she gyrated her head the way she'd seen some of the especially skilled slavegirls do to their masters.

"Ngh," grunted Malik, this soft, lusty vocalization all the encouragement Urla needed to pick up her pace, almost pounding her mouth against his groin, her fingertips teasing the tense little bud just beneath her master's tail. "That's...good, Urla. _Very_good." His lips curled back as the Overlord grit his teeth, his eyes fixed on Urla as she serviced him with her whole being, pursing her lips to better squeeze down on his burning cock. "Brace yourself, Urla: I'm going to cum soon," Malik warned, his large, strong hands clenching into mighty fists. The sight of those black-clawed fingers digging into the palms of his hands made Urla's fantasies run wild as she imagined those rough, savage-clawed hands gripping her, touching her everywhere, abusing her as though she were just some toy, some plaything intended solely for the use of the Overlord. Then, unbidden, another red-furred face came to Urla's mind's eye, one of a brighter shade like a living flame, rather than the smoldering embers of Malik's coat. On the tail of that mental image came an even more powerful one, of Urla squeezed tightly between two strong, dominant males, their ruddy fur, bright and dark, stroking against her smooth green skin as the powerful beasts used her however they wished, sandwiching her between them with brutal thrusts, snarling in passion as they abused her so lustily. The mental image was so powerful, Urla hardly noticed that she'd been rubbing her thighs together until, with a soft gasp, she felt Malik's cum flooding her mouth, her eyes widening as, in that selfsame moment, she began to cum, her muscular thighs squeezing tightly together as her firm belly tensed in spasms.

Feeling her throat opening to accept more and still more of Malik's hot, spicy cum, Urla knew tears were flowing down her cheeks from the raw intensity of her orgasm, heightened all the more by her prolonged lack of air. Doggedly, she clung to him, her hands stroking over the short-trimmed fur of his firm buttocks, caressing them with adoring attention even as Urla knew her consciousness was fading fast, and all-too-soon she would pass out, and perhaps even smother on her master's glorious penis if he didn't pull her off. Somehow, Urla realized she didn't mind this thought at all, and let her eyes slowly close, more than willing to accept oblivion so long as it meant her master was pleased.

Then Urla's eyes opened once more, and she looked up into her master's burning-eyed gaze as he finally brought one huge hand down on her head, gripping her firmly as he pulled Urla back, his shaft audibly popping free of her greedy snoutlike mouth, bobbing before her eyes, glistening with cum and orcspit and the glow of the runes that covered its length from glans to sheath. Reluctantly, Urla released her grip on Malik's bottom, her breath coming in frantic, panting gasps as her body finally sated its personal demands for fresh, cleansing air, and she marveled as she saw that her Overlord's cock was still as hard as ever, even after he'd filled her with what must have been a good pint of cum.

"You are very good, Urla," said Malik with a light curling of his lips in a gentle smirk, "but not even all your enthusiasm could satisfy me after a single orgasm. Even the most cold-blooded of dragons has depths of lust that mortals cannot even imagine, and my mother is one of the most lusty and passionate of her race. As her son, I have inherited that passion. This," he added with a surprisingly gentle smile, his hand caressing Urla's spiky black hair, "is why I require a harem. Those in my harem are necessary vessels in which I sate myself, temporarily quenching fires of such power that..." he shook his head. "You cannot begin to imagine." Reaching down, his hands went to her shoulders, carefully helping the green-skinned warrior woman to her feet, holding her up while she was still unsteady. "But you...you are not a slave, Urla Gorewolf. You may serve me, but it is at your will. You may lie with me, but it is at your pleasure. Though I do promise you," and his burning eyes met her own, making Urla's legs go weak once more, "it will be very pleasurable."

When Urla seemed able to stand on her own, Malik turned over the empty cookpot at the center of the camp, and then seated himself before he motioned toward Threetails, who had been kneeling, watching, through everything, panting as silently as she dared with the passion of any needy voyeur. As Urla and Malik turned their attention to the beautiful, red-furred vixen, Threetails gasped in horror, her shining green eyes widening in rising horror as she realized what was about to happen. Though she didn't know the specifics like the seeress, Threetails, Urla grinned eagerly, the lesser orgasm from before just whetting the orcfemme's appetite for more.

"Ravish her," Malik ordered, and Urla eagerly moved forward to comply, wiping the last traces of Malik's cum from her lips with the back of her arm.

"Please," Threetails whimpered, her hands moving in front of her as she raised them in supplication. "Please, don't do this. I...I can help you! You know I have great power...ah!"

Threetails' begging was suddenly cut off as Urla grabbed the furry femme's headfur, spreading her legs as she forced poor Threetails' slender, pretty muzzle between her muscular and thoroughly soaked thighs.

"No, don-," Threetails got out desperately, before Urla shoved the smaller femme's mouth firmly against her sopping wet green cunny, cutting off any further pleas for mercy.

"Get to work, vixywitch," said Urla, grinning down at the sexy red-furred female whose head she was able to hold in place with a single strong hand, marveling for a moment at how easy it was to dominate the legendary Witch of the Great Green, the terrible Threetails - another benefit of her new master, Urla realized with a very slight shrug. "I've got an itch in me like you wouldn't believe."

In truth, Urla had always prided herself on her ability to give pleasure to another female. At various times, she'd kept dozens of slaves from a multitude of races over her scant decade of proper adulthood, and all but one of them had been female. Urla recalled with fondness driving her tongue into her first slave, a little slip of a wood elf, and felt deep pride at making a stoic dwarfgirl scream in ecstacy as the powerful orcfemme twisted the dildos she'd squeezed into her captive's anus and pussy. But Threetails...Threetails was something else entirely. The moment the beautiful, green-eyed vixen opened her muzzle, Urla's hand that had been holding her headfur dropped limply to her side, the orcfemme's jaw dropping in shock and amazement at the indescribable sensations that washed over her soaked, green-skinned cunny at the simple feeling of Threetails' breath teasing against her lighter green clitoris. She hadn't even touched Urla yet, and already the muscular green femme was feeling dizzy as the blood rushed into her nethers! It had to be anticipation, thought Urla - there was no other explanation for such a rush of sensation; and after all, _nobody_could be that good.

But Threetails was.

All thoughts of dominance left Urla's mind as she looked down into those luminous, beautiful green eyes, sparkling like emeralds as the foxwoman's slender, pretty muzzle parted, her tongue extending as she thrust her face upward, toward Urla's already-soaking wet green cunny. Her black-furred hands reached upward as well, gripping Urla's inner thighs, gently encouraging Urla to spread her legs a little further apart, an encouragement Urla didn't even try to resist. Who was ravishing whom here? Urla didn't know, her thoughts reeling for several long seconds as Threetails paused, the very tip of her long, slender pink tongue poised at the muscular orcish woman's dewy, slightly-parted inner lips. Then those thoughts scattered like leaves on the wind as Threetails' tongue _plunged_into Urla's cunny, making the green-skinned femme cry out loudly, her back arching at the sudden, overwhelmingly pleasureful penetration.

Was this how it was for that girl, Sheru? Urla wondered to herself as she forced her head down, intent on watching every moment of her own ravishment. Completely at the mercy of this vixywitch, unable even to move, to do anything at all to resist, no matter how hard you tried? And not because of any magic, necessarily, either. You were completely at Threetail's mercy because you wanted her to ravish you, wanted her to dominate you, to violate you in the most exquisite, delicious ways. Threetails' muzzle continued to press upward as she worked her tongue slowly-but-surely into Urla's tightly-clenching inner places, before her lips slowly stroked downward, closing on the whole of the warrior woman's cunny. Those beautiful green eyes never left Urla's face as Threetails worked her muzzle, the muscles of her neck and face tensing visibly as she manipulated Urla's tender folds, inner and outer and deep, deep inside with an oral dexterity the orcish woman didn't think could have even been possible, not even from the centuries-old elves she'd occasionally taken prisoner.

Threetails' muzzle started to move faster, then, more forcefully, and Urla felt her body trembling, felt the sweat beading on her naked skin as her muscles tensed, her whole body tensed, rendering her completely unable to move, to resist, to do anything this wicked witch woman didn't allow. She tried to form words, but no sound escaped her mouth, her mind a blank as her body was so easily manipulated, brought pleasure that shook her to her foundations. Then the three-tailed vixen's muzzle lifted a bit higher, her tongue slipping with a messy slurp from Urla's cunny, only to focus in quick, short, firm licks on the green-skinned female's throbbing clitty, rolling and stroking and abusing that aching extra-dark green pearl until the scream in Urla's throat made its way out, the powerful warrior woman's whole body shuddering, her hips jerking back and forth as her bottom and belly tensed until it was almost painful.

The moment Threetails drew her muzzle back, Urla dropped to her knees, breathing hard, her smooth green skin glistening with a sheen of pleasuresweat. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks as she realized how weak she must have appeared before her new master, how easily overpowered by a supposedly helpless prisoner. For a moment Urla didn't dare look at Malik, nor at Threetails, not wanting to see their expressions, seeing what she was sure would be disappointment on Malik's face, and triumph on the vixen's. Forged many times in battle, however, Urla steeled her will against the worst, and forced her eyes open, turning to look over her shoulder at the Overlord. The Overlord was still seated on the overturned cookpot, his legs spread, his rune-covered penis standing at full erection, its thick head throbbing visibly as he tensed his belly muscles, forcing blood into that hard organ, actively keeping the inner tubes tensed so that he wouldn't lose control of himself. His face had an expression of expectation, and Urla realized that he wasn't disappointed with her at all: he wanted her to do more. That, in turn, led Urla to turn her head to look at Threetails. Not gloating, likely not daring to do so in the presence of the mighty Overlord, Threetails was now on all-fours, looking up at Urla with those alluring, captivating eyes with a similar sense of expectation to the expression of the Overlord behind her.

Urla rose to the occasion. She would not disappoint either her master or her slave.

"Turn around, vixywitch," she ordered, reaching out to seize Threetails' eponymous tails in one strong hand, making the slender vixen squeal as the orcfemme forced her to spin around, using those tails as a handle, before tugging on them, hiking the other femme's firm, sexy red-and-white-furred butt into the air. Urla's other hand reached out to the back of Threetails' head, pushing her down at a slight angle, so that the vixen's cheek pressed against the short, soft grass of the clearing. Threetails whimpered softly as she continued to look up at Urla, her expression only slightly fearful now. Mostly, though, Threetails' eyes expressed her submission and her desire in equal measures. Urla grinned, feeling a flood of rapidly-rising arousal as she realized that Threetails was completely in her power.

"Mmm," hummed Urla as she moved both her hands to Threetails' bottom, stroking her strong fingers through the soft, well-groomed fur of the vixen, teasing against the taut little tushie beneath. "Nice," she commented with a confident grin down at her willing victim. "Not as nice as that human girl's, Sheru's, of course, but I think we all fall short of that cutie's tush, huh?"

The flush visible through the fur on Threetails' cheeks was all the answer Urla needed as she chuckled, her strong hands rolling those supple foxbuns, spreading them then letting them fall back into place, and all the while Threetails kept her tails lifted, draped over her back and out of the way, something Urla knew must have taken a lot of effort, or a lot of practice, and probably both.

"You're good with your tongue, vixywitch," Urla said in a low, eager voice as she lowered her own face toward Threetails' snug cunny, her thumbs spreading the white-furred outer labia to expose the precious pink treasure within. "Here, lemme return the favor."

Unlike Threetails' skilled artistry, using the power of her presence as well as her expertly-trained skills over the course of over three centuries of life, Urla's approach to oral sex was a vastly more brutal affair. Drawing in breath loudly, Urla mashed her slightly-elongated mouth firmly against Threetails' cunny, her lips closing on the other femme's lower lips, sucking on them, nibbling her way up one side and down the other. Threetails' sweet yips and whining moans told Urla she was doing it right, and with barbaric glee, she eagerly thrust her tongue into Threetails' cunny, lapping upward toward the tender pink rosette of the wriggling vixen's tense tailhole in rapid, rough strokes. Urla knew from the orcfemme slaves she'd enjoyed over the years that orcs had quite rough tongues, just a bit shy of the roughness of a cat's tongue, perfect for lapping meat off of bones, and also for applying sexy friction to a lover's quim. Threetails' loud, eager vocalizations a very clear testament to the effectiveness Urla's tongue had in bringing shuddering pleasure to the squirming vixen whose bottom she held firmly in her large, strong hands, holding Threetails mostly still, forcing her to take everything Urla gave her, like it or not. One of those hands released its grip on Threetails' bum suddenly, and Urla lifted her mouth upward, her tongue now probing at the vixen's white-lined pink tailhole, even as she roughly squeezed two and soon after three fingers into Threetails' cunny, pumping them with almost brutal strokes, plundering the sexy little vixen's bodywith gusto. And, as her tongue finally penetrated Threetails' anal rosebud, she felt Threetails' body answer her efforts with a squirt of clear cunny juices onto her hand and wrist, the vixen giving a high-pitched yowl as her black-furred hands clawed at the dirt beneath her, digging furrows through the grass.

Pulling her head back, Urla gave her spiky hair a toss, her cheeks flushed as she breathed hard in her arousal. Both hands now resting firmly on Threetails' tight butt, the orcwoman glanced back at her master with a hopeful grin, before she rose to her feet, turning as she straddled Threetails' lower back with her thighs, lightly resting her rounded green rump on the vixen's upper back while her hands parted the other femme's buns, her forearms holding Threetails' tails pinned to the small of her back, laying her hind parts completely bare and exposed to her master's burning-eyed gaze. Urla could feel Threetails trembling beneath her, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and knew this state of complete vulnerability, her delicate pink parts totally at the mercy of the Overlord of Evil's whims was driving the slender red-furred female crazy with desire.

"She's all yours, sir," said Urla, her face almost glowing with excitement as she looked up at Malik's wickedly-attractive bestial face, even while she made Threetails' anus tense with a teasing stroke of one finger. "Rape this sexy vixywitch good and hard."

Urla felt the slim little vixen's breathing coming fast and hard, could feel her nervousness, her fear, and also her arousal through the trembling of Threetails' sides against Urla's smooth green inner thighs. Threetails started to lift her head, perhaps to resist, perhaps to look back at Malik as he rose to his feet, his erection standing long and thick and proud. Whatever her reason, though, Urla didn't allow it, leaning back the moment she felt Threetails starting to lift her head, her green butt pressing down on the kitsune's back, squeezing Threetails back to the ground with a soft, whimpered sob.

"Here," said Malik as he slowly approached, taking his time, drawing out the anticipation of the moment for as long as he could, lifting a small, glowing golden orb in his hand and tossing it lightly to Urla. "Let her see this," his muzzle spread into a terrifyingly sexy grin. "Then squeeze it into her tailhole."

Urla had to release Threetails' pert buns in order to catch the small orb, using both her hands as she wasn't so certain of herself, and didn't want to risk dropping anything her master might give to her. As she held the small orb, Urla saw that it was actually made out of some sort of translucent crystal, or perhaps amber, a golden color and polished almost perfectly smooth. It felt good against her fingers, sending a strange tingling sensation that rippled down into her trim belly, and the orcwoman felt reluctant to let it go. Nevertheless, she did as her master told her, turning slightly to reach back, then opening her palm to let Threetails get a good view of the golden crystal orb.

"No!" gasped the kitsune in horror, her eyes widening as she looked up at Urla's face with a piteous expression. "Please, don't put that in me! Please, I'll do anything - anything!" She began to buck and struggle under Urla as Malik's strong hands seized the helpless vixen's upturned tushie, his fingers prying her buns apart despite all her obvious resistance, clenching desperately to try - in vain! - to keep herself from being exposed so. Urla bit her lower lip as she felt Threetails jerking between her thighs, felt the other femme's spine squeezing and stroking firmly between the orcfemme's strong thighs, and knew her juices were slicking down Threetails' fur. "No..." sobbed Threetails as Urla bent forward, her tongue extending as she took her time, making sure to carefully and very thoroughly rim the sexy, squirming vixen's tense tailhole, getting it nice and slick, making Threetails' white-furred pudenda get nice and puffy with arousal despite her obvious fear of whatever the golden crystal orb portended. "No, no, no," poor Threetails continued to whimper as all her struggles were in vain against Malik's incredible strength and Urla's barbarian might, and she finally let her head sink to the grassy ground once more, making the most adorable whimpers as Urla lifted her mouth just enough so that she could watch closely while she lightly rolled the smooth orb into place...and then began to squeeze it forward, her cheeks heavily flushed with the intense arousal of ravishing a female as fine as this slim and beautiful vixen.

"Oh!" Threetails gasped out, her head rising slightly as Urla watched her victim's tailhole start to yield despite all Threetails' desperate clenching. "OH!" she cried out more loudly, her head jerking up as half the orb sank into her reluctantly-yielding pink tailhole, stretching her open nice and wide as the orb began to expand in Urla's fingers, almost making Urla lose her balance for just a moment before the powerful orcfemme clenched her thighs together tightly, as she might while riding a fractious, unbroken worg mount. "AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" wailed poor Threetails then, as the orb popped past her anal ring, Urla's final rough shove squeezing it deep inside of her rear passage. Urla felt her whole body flushed with pleasure from the raw, primal joy of violating a helpless victim so, the same joy a leopard takes as it sinks its fangs into the neck of a struggling antelope, her thighs clenching together even more tightly as she felt a small orgasm shudder through her body.

"Tell Warchief Urla what she just put into you, Threetails," Malik ordered in a tone that, while soft, brooked no disobedience, one powerful hand releasing its grip on Threetails' spread buns to stroke downward over her down-furred vulva, before starting to work his broad palm against her exposed sex, wet, luscious, squelching sounds soon starting to fill the clearing as the Overlord began to ravish Threetails with his hand. "Now."

"It's...ah!...it's an orb of stimulation," Threetails got out, her long-fingered hands clenching in the grass, her teeth clenching tightly together as she squeezed her eyes shut in the surge of pleasure being forced upon her. "It's a magic item that...ngh!...that makes sure the one it's used on feels," Threetails shuddered all over, and Urla shuddered along with her, gritting her own teeth in the euphoric daze of ravishing a beautiful victim like this sexy vixywitch, "pleasure...and shares it, too."

Urla's eyes widened, then, as she realized that not all of the stimulation she was feeling was from herself - some of it was from Threetails! Then Malik rolled the heel of his palm roughly up against Threetails' sweet and juicy cunny, and Urla felt herself reel in pleasure, almost losing her balance at the rough but savagely-pleasurable handling.

"Tell her the rest," he ordered in that same tone of calm command, and Urla marveled at her master's control - after all, he had to be feeling just as much pleasure as he was giving, the same pleasure that was very nearly enough to leave Urla shuddering in helpless orgasm, if she wasn't steeling all her will to keep from surrendering to it.

"It also gives power to...to transfer pregnancies," Threetails choked out with a desperate sob. "Urla put it in me...so she can - ooooh! - she can get me pregnant. The real me. My body, hidden safely away."

"That's right," said Malik with a smile so sexily wicked, it made Urla's legs weak, before he slowly licked his chops, then reached up, gripping Urla's shoulder, and gently but quite firmly turning the green-skinned warrior woman around, until she was mounted on Threetails like a horse. "Bend over and hold onto Threetails tightly, Warchief," he said more gently than before, the tone of his words now a suggestion rather than a command, letting Urla resist him if she wished. "I'm going to claim you and Threetails together."

Resist him? Never! But...the offer touched Urla, somewhere deep inside. The Overlord was perhaps the most powerful male she'd ever known. If he'd wished, he could have simply forced her to do as he pleased, just like with Threetails. Instead, he was giving her the choice, letting her decide for herself if she wanted to serve him, to obey him. She did, and that realization, that she wanted to serve Malik Malleus, that she wanted to be his willing, obedient slave to his every whim almost overwhelmed the muscular warrior woman with a rush of the most exquisite arousal, a sense of arousal that she knew from the way Threetails trembled under her as Urla bent over, covering the slender vixen like a stallion atop a mare, Threetails must be feeling as well, and just as strongly.

"You mean, I'm the one who decides if you get knocked up?" Urla whispered in Threetails' pointed ear, before making the vixen shiver as she gently gnawed on its tip.

"Y-yes," Threetails stammered softly, giving a needy sob as Urla's strong hands stroked through the soft white fur of the kitsune's flat tummy, a fingertip teasing into Threetails' navel.

"That's so sexy," said Urla huskily, her voice trembling as she fully realized what this meant: she'd be feeling something she'd never known before; the sensation of being made pregnant, being bred like a beast in heat. Among all the slaves she'd taken and subsequently freed, she'd let the worgs have some, shared a few with her fellow orcs, and even given one especially well-endowed human wench to an ogre for a night of truly rough sex before taking her back, belly swollen to the brim with ogrecum. She'd watched the worg alpha female in her time of breeding as well, and her time of whelping afterward, and wondered more than once what it would be like, to be a mother, to have new life growing inside of her. But such a discovery meant submission, and submission among orcs meant domination, and domination meant slavery.

Now, though, Urla looked over her shoulder, her heart starting to patter frantically in her chest as she saw the lusty look on Malik's face, and was sure her heart actually stopped for just a moment when those large, strong hands suddenly seized her presented bare bottom, fingers digging into her smooth green skin, rolling her supple, well-muscled flesh, then spreading her open, laying her tight-clasped green vulva and even tighter green anus as bare and exposed as Threetails' own tense, wet girlparts. Needing something to hold, to satisfy her own need for action, Urla reached around the slim female beneath her, making Threetails cry out sharply as the orcfemme seized hold of the vixen's breasts, roughly squeezing the full, perfect orbs as Threetails' cherry red nipples thrust out between Urla's fingers.

"Knock her up, master," Urla begged Malik, her whole body almost luminous with the raw energy of her lust. "Nail her good and hard!"

Urla's muscles tensed like that of an untried racer at the starting line as she felt Threetails do the same beneath her, Malik's swollen red cockhead nudging the very gates of Threetails' cunny...or was it Urla's? The orcfemme couldn't really tell any more right then, as the lines between her pleasure and Threetails' grew blurred with the magic of the orb of stimulation. Whichever of them it was, though, Threetails' and Urla's voices joined together in a chorus of ecstacy as Malik slowly, smoothly thrust his hips forward, his exquisitely large cock stretching one of their pussies open so very, very wide. Urla could feel her fingers on her own dark green nipples as she twisted Threetails' cherry red ones, only barely managing not to cry out again, the sound stifled in her throat into a desperately needy whimper, even as Threetails proved highly vocal, squealing like a worg puppy that had sat on a thorn as Malik's hips started to thrust forward and back, his cock pumping in and out of a tightly-clenching cunny. Her eyes rolling back into her head, Urla came hard, the pleasure sending her into instant silence, neither words nor sounds enough to properly express what she was going through right then, even as she was feeling Threetails endure the same with a loud, almost wolflike howl, but far higher-pitched than any worg.

It didn't matter which of them was taking her master's cock, Urla realized in the midst of her daze of pleasure. Nothing really mattered any more, for that matter. Nothing, that is, except pleasing her master. Urla knew that, as she pleased Malik, he would please her even more. This knowledge came on the tail end of Urla's last conscious thoughts before Malik let himself go, grunting and snarling over her as he began to work his hips faster, harder, brutally pounding the tightly-clinging cunny into which his rune-covered cock was inserted. Urla couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't even move except as Malik's thrusts forced her to do so. She felt her breasts, small as they were, rasping back and forth against the soft fur of Threetails' back, felt Threetails' full breasts jiggling in her tight grip, felt both their bottoms, green-skinned and red-furred, bouncing with each deliciously cruel slap of Malik's hips and belly against them both. Threetails' head lifted as she opened her mouth in a high-pitched scream, her green eyes wide as the pleasure grew more than even a near-immortal like her could bear, and Urla's own mind locked up in the outpouring of ecstacy, mashing her blunt mouth against Threetails' slim muzzle, brutally kissing the other female as they gyrated their hips as one, inner walls clenching down in waves, desperately trying to milk Malik's magnificent male organ of his potent, virile seed.

It wasn't until Malik's hand came down on her gushing green cunny, slapping her swollen pussy lips soundly, driving her to another orgasm, that Urla realized his cock was buried to the hilt not in her quim, but in Threetails'. It didn't really matter, though, Urla knew, as she felt Malik's cock pulse, felt his balls tense beneath her soft fingertips - Threetails' black-furred fingertips - and felt the powerful male's seed spurting in a rush into the vixen's well-trained cunny. The senses Threetails shared with Urla were of a more refined sort than Urla's, aware not just of the obvious physical realities, but of magical and spiritual things as well. It made everything just that much more intense, that much more real for Urla, that much more overwhelming as she saw in her mind's eye, just as she knew Threetails was seeing in hers, Malik's sperm, packed tightly in numbers more than Urla's mind was able to fully comprehend. Her attention was drawn to one wriggling tadpole-like sperm cell in the fore, sensing a sort of aura about it, a sense of impending anticipation filling her. Urla realized with a start, then, that what she was seeing wasn't taking place inside Threetails' womb, or at least not the womb Urla was sensing through Threetails. Instead, what she was seeing was the real Threetails' womb, inside the real Threetails' body, hidden away safely many miles distant. She knew through Threetails' knowledge that it could take as little as a half-hour for a normal male's sperm to reach a female's eggs and fertilize them. But Malik was no normal male, and it seemed almost no time at all before the lead sperm cell burst into the long tunnel where Threetails' egg waited. Urla's whole body was suddenly wracked with an overwhelming sense of strange pleasures unlike any she'd even considered possible as the potent, supernatural sperm struck the outer layer of Threetails' egg and began to wriggle its tail even more frantically, burrowing its way inward with inexorable might and vigor. She was helpless to do anything but watch and endure the pleasures that resulted as her egg - no, Threetails' egg - was suddenly penetrated, the sperm cell wriggling its way inside, its tail vanishing into the hole it had bored before she felt that egg starting to glow with new life. Threetails' egg was now fertilized, her womb ready to start growing with new life.

It was too much! Urla was vaguely aware of her scream, mingled with that of Threetails under her, as the pleasure of three separate females - herself, Threetails' clone, and the real Threetails - crashed over her like a tidal wave. There was a sudden chill shock, then, as Malik pulled himself back, his rigid cock bobbing in the air as he popped free of Threetails' cunny, the feeling of sudden emptiness enough to make Urla and Threetails climax once more, before Malik angled his penis a little higher, and then thrust himself mercilessly into Urla's quivering cunny. In her mind's eye, Urla could see things from Malik's point of view, could feel his bubbling passion, his primal instincts, his exquisite pleasure as she clamped down on him like a vise. The orcfemme felt a swelling of pride as she realized she was even tighter than Threetails had been, before her thoughts were once again swept up in another tidal wave of passion as Malik's cockhead kissed the gates of her womb, pressing firmly against her cervix, but without bumping it, which might have caused her pain. Instead, she could feel Malik's seed leaking almost directly into her womb, her whole inner self contracting powerfully in anticipation of receiving his seed.

Instead, however, Malik pulled himself back, one hand palming his slick shaft as it slid free of Urla's cunny, then smoothly pressed it to her tightly-clenched green rosebud and squeezed himself forward with a slow, steady pressure. Slick with the juices of both Threetails and Urla, even as tight as Urla's butt was, Malik didn't meet much resistance as he popped inside. Feeling through their link, thanks to the orb of stimulation, that Urla was too aroused right then to feel pain as more than a spice to her already intense pleasure, Malik lifted himself onto one knee, both his hands gripping Urla's bottom firmly as he started to thrust almost straight down into her, not holding himself back as he sodomized her with a will, his balls slapping loudly against her soaking wet cunny, making her squeal like a piglet in orgasm after orgasm, her voice joining with Threetails' own sweet and beautiful cries as the gorgeous vixen writhed beneath Overlord and Warchief, both their pleasures just heightening her own in a chain reaction of lust and passion.

Grunting savagely, Malik bared his fangs as he began to cum as well, and Urla's whole body tensed as she felt the first splash of his hot cum inside her. With a second grunt, however, Malik jerked his cock back, gripping it with one hand while the other held Urla's rump, keeping her and the vixen beneath her still as he continued to orgasm, painting both their backsides with his copious cum, marking them as his own, his property, his slaves, willing or not. Urla was more than willing, and shuddered in another orgasm as she felt her master's seed trickle down over her swollen green labia, an orgasm she shared with Threetails through their link.

Her reminiscing coming to an end, Urla recalled with the greatest pleasure the other events of the prior evening: how she'd pushed Threetails' muzzle down on Malik's cock to clean it off, nearly choking the poor vixen, letting her up for air only at the last moment; how, after she'd popped the orb of stimulation out of Threetails' tailhole, she'd then made the sexy vixen seat herself on Malik, while the Overlord resumed his former seat on the overturned cookpot, gripping Threetails' hips while she bounced rapidly on his cock, taking his next copious load in her tailhole. Then, when Malik had finished with Threetails, he threw her to the worgs, before seizing Urla by the shoulder and forcing her down onto her back, before grabbing her behind her knees, hoisting her legs up while he thrust his hips down. Urla's ears were filled with her own squealing cries as Malik's cock filled her greedy green cunny, and the loud, almost musical wails of Threetails as the worgs claimed her again and again and again, stretching all her holes open on their fat knots, and soon even muffling her cries as one of them grabbed her head in his paws and forced her to suck him off.

Sighing as she stroked her hand over her moist lower lips, Urla slipped out of the tent she'd shared with her master, and glanced over to where Threetails lay on her side, her bottom still widely-stretched by the semi-firm knot of the last worg to take her, the randy male lying nearby, half-dozing after the fun of the previous night. The orcfemme noted with pleasure that Threetails was still breathing, and hadn't surrendered her present false form to return to her real body yet. She expected that Malik would have some further use for the vixen before he was done with her.

Feeling a strong hand on her shoulder, Urla shivered as those now-familiar fingers stroked down her back, then cupped her trim-muscled green bottom, squeezing her gently. Was the Overlord not satisfied yet, even after all that they'd done last night? Would he bend her over at the waist and claim her again, before they'd even had breakfast? Urla couldn't repress her eager whimper as she felt herself already moistening, not only ready but eager to submit to her master in any way he might wish to use her. He had been the first real male to claim her, the first to whom she had given herself willingly and completely, and she looked forward to doing it again.

"I would love nothing better than to spend my strength with you until we are both utterly exhausted, Urla," Malik growled in Urla's ear, his muzzle tracing the rounded curve on top before gently sucking on her earlobe a moment, then releasing her, his hand withdrawing. "My dragon's blood is almost searing me, and your answering passion just makes me even more...needy. But there is still much to do, and little time, I fear, in which to do it." The reluctance obvious in his movements, Malik gave a short grunt as he stepped away from Urla and then pointed to Threetails. "Extract the vixen and bring her to me, Warchief," he commanded, using her title rather than her name, reminding Urla that they were now conducting business.

Walking the short distance to where Threetails now lay on her side, her muzzle open as she drooled on the grass of the campsite clearing, Urla reached down and gripped the worg's knot tightly, massaging it with practiced skill. Urla had long ago learned how to masturbate the worg males, since it helped them to calm down and concentrate better on more important objectives than the basic desires of their instincts, and it was only a matter of moments before the still half-asleep dark wolf jerked his legs, giving another spurt of seed into Threetails' rump, which gave Urla just enough lubrication to give the vixen a tug, an audible pop escaping as the worg's penis was jerked out of her well-stretched hiney. Threetails looked up at Urla dazedly, obviously still worn out from the previous evening and night's activities, but she didn't resist as the green-skinned warrior woman pulled her along by one hand to where Malik was already dressed in trousers and shirt, and was just starting to don his dark red dragonplate.

"Tell me about the scions of Charles Windsar," Malik commanded as he carefully locked the hinges of his metal codpiece in place, then began strapping on his legplates, his boots already on. As Urla released Threetails, letting the vixen sink to her knees before the standing Overlord, the orcfemme quickly went to work helping with the many little plates and buckles and straps that all fit together to make the intricate heavy armor fit together into a seamless whole, and Threetails looked downward submissively, gathering her thoughts before she answered.

"You already know about Sheru," the witch of the Great Green began, "where she's going and what she's doing, or at least enough for your needs. As for the others," Threetails winced, "it's a betrayal of their mentor to tell you about them. I'd think you'd already know everything through your spies and magical scrying. Why demand such a thing from me?"

"Charles Windsar was no fool," Malik replied as he raised his arms, letting Urla lower his breastplate over his head and then locking it around the mail shirt he'd already donned, taking her time to make sure she didn't make any mistakes with this fairly new task. "More than being clever, he was also powerful. Windsar Tower is well-guarded against scrying, and he's done much to erase common knowledge about his apprentices, except among a very rare few, and those certainly aren't going to yield up their secrets easily." He scowled in annoyance, a trail of smoke rising from his nostrils. "My unknown ally in our little alliance knows a great deal more about them, leading me to believe he or she is a member of the World Council, those pitiful do-gooders intent on maintaining 'balance' in our world." He snorted in derision, the smoke from his nostrils accompanied by a short burst of flame. "Still, I have no evidence of it, and that ally sees no point in revealing more than he - or she - thinks I should know. The unknown one even seems to think that I should invade Windsar Tower without knowing much beyond the most basic information about what to expect within, and who lives there."

"Then why endure this nameless and faceless ally's presence?" asked Threetails, looking up with an impish smirk, an expression far more like her normal self. "Surely you'd rather work with people you can trust?"

"This ally is the one who showed me the ancient texts on the ritual to become a god," answered Malik with a shrug of his broad, mail-clad shoulders. "That, and Matron Baentarn and Amalla Redspear are his, or her, allies, rather than mine, and I need their cooperation as well to accomplish my ends." He curled his lip, then. "But whether I need their help or not, I'd rather avoid this obvious attempt to make me thin my forces, spending them in battle against the defenses of Windsar Tower. Your information on what to expect is exactly what I need to ensure minimal casualties." He extended his hands, letting Urla fit and then lock his gauntlets into place, and then folded his arms, glaring at Threetails with lordly menace. "Now tell me what I wish to know."

"As you wish it," said Threetails with a long sigh, folding her hands in her lap as she rested her dainty bottom on her equally dainty feet, her tails curled around her like the train of a gown. "I'll tell you what I dare, and what I know for certain. I know better than to lie - your mother would surely cause me trouble if I misled her favorite child, and I have no wish to draw the ire of Flayfire, the Rose Dragon."

"A wise decision on your part," Malik said in deadpan fashion, before bending his head, letting Urla fit his dragon's head helm into place.

"First, the defenses you can expect," Threetails began. "Then the other eight members of the Windsar Circle, Charles Windsar's apprentices, each of them a specialist in one of the eight schools of magic, with Sheru as the generalist, like her adopted father. The first line of defense is the walls around Windsar Tower, of course. The vines are made to entangle anyone who tries to climb over them, and there are potent lightning collectors ready to strike anyone who might fly over them without permission. The lightning casters at least give a mild shock on the first strike, to warn without killing, but there is only one warning before the next stroke turns lethal, complete with a thunderclap so powerful, it can knock a dragon out of the air. Of course there are also constructs of various sorts who serve as defenders. Charles didn't believe in using servants, instead making his adopted daughters rely on themselves and each other and him for what they needed, so none of the constructs are terribly bright, having been made only to fight on command. You can expect a number of other, lesser magical traps on the doors and windows inside, most of them made to immobilize and capture, and pretty much all of the plant life on the estate can be made animate once the tower's defenses are fully active.

"That's it for the automatic and semi-automatic defenses. The real danger comes from the people living there. Charles might have only allowed girls to live with him, silly man, thanks to his 'tendencies,' and his desire not to be distracted by them while he was working, but I wouldn't underestimate the ones living in the tower just because they're teenage girls. Aside from the Circle's eight members, there are also four others who live with them, more as friends than servants and defenders, though that's what they are when you strip away everything else. It's the main reason why Charles let them stay with his girls, though of course, as with most things about Charles, there were always layers.

"The first and most dangerous of these four is Xia Lin, a pale and pretty girl from the land of the Cho-Lin Empire - really, she looks just like an adorable china doll when she's all made up properly, which she usually is, probably some requirement of her Source. She's the only one of the four non-Cirlce members who took Charles' last name, and I suppose that makes good sense, since she's the only one of the four defenders who makes use of arcane energies to cast spells, and the only one who's an orphan like most of the Circle. Xia Lin's mother was a witch, one of some ability, almost as powerful as me, but she turned all the power she gained to acts of good rather than anything properly useful. A pity...ah well; Xia Lin inherited the same bargain with whatever Source her mother dealt with, taking both power and responsibility so that her mother was sure to go to dwell in the good planes after she died in some holy fight or other, rather than be claimed by whatever entity made the deal for witchery's powers. Charles took Xia Lin in shortly afterward, and she took his last name as a way of distancing herself from the desires of her mother's Source, whatever it might be. She has a snowy white fox as her familiar, so if you see one of those around, watch out, but don't hurt it unless you don't care to take Xia Lin alive.

"After Xia Lin Windsar is Mistarra Trisalia, though everyone just calls her Mist. She's a sweet girl, really, and the lady-in-waiting of Coral Valkyre...but I'll tell you about Coral shortly. Mist's actually got some talent in the use of magic, but it never really manifested in any sort of arcane skill. Instead, she's honed her abilities as a healer, so while you shouldn't expect much fighting ability out of her, she'll keep the others going.

"Along with Mist are Danilana Romorae and Esther Whistler. Dani is a wood elf with pretty, ash-blonde hair that she binds in braids, and she serves the Windsar Circle as a scout and archer as a way for her people to repay Charles for a service he rendered them in the long-ago. That, and she's quite fond of many of the girls in the Circle. Esther Whistler, meanwhile, is a slim girl, not very big, really, but toned and lean and quite skilled with a sword, as well as having the most beautiful fuchsia-colored hair. She's the daughter of an officer in the Iron Throne Empire's military who owed Charles a debt, and his daughter decided to pay it for him by pledging her service to Charles and his Circle. Though she's not terribly old, she's quite skilled with her blade and lance, and trained in tactics by her father besides, and most especially in fighting against and alongside those who use magic. Those two are quite dangerous, and they're a bit of a wild card in any encounter with the Circle, since they're quite different from anything someone expecting to fight young wizardlings would have an easy time handling."

"It sounds as though Charles Windsar had an eye for talent," observed Malik as he began to carefully oil and polish his large, heavy blade, while Urla gathered up the remnants of the camp, listening as best as she could while packing everything up in readiness to move on. "Also a preference for the young."

"The young are easier to teach," answered Threetails with a shrug. "Especially if you can get them before they start developing too many of their own ideas, and puberty makes them too prideful to take in new things without a lot of effort. Of course, now that his girls are all in their teens, Charles was having quite a time handling them." The vixen shook her head, looking a little sad. "It's really a shame he had to leave them right when they needed him most."

"That depends on who you ask," answered Malik with a grunt. "Now, continue. Tell me about the eight other members of the Windsar Circle, Charles Windsar's apprentices and heirs to all his power and arcane learning, and his potent destiny as well."

"You're planning on breeding them as well, aren't you?" Threetails asked, looking up at Malik with an accusing glare. "Just like you're planning on breeding Sheru."

"Of course," answered the Overlord with only a brief glance at Threetails. "How better to turn their destinies to my own ends? Own them, and own their destinies - that's how such things work. I've already decided who I'll have do the servicing for their first offspring, and I know I could certainly use some fresh blood in my harem. That, and my dear mother is quite eager to see what the inside's of those little wizardlings' thighs taste like, and I'm not one to deny my mother anything if I can help it."

"Flayfire would be the sort of person to want something like that," snorted Threetails, before she shivered at a slight motion of Malik's hand, realizing just in time that she shouldn't continue that line of opinion if she valued her health - even if she was only using a simulacrum's body right then, Malik had already demonstrated that he could affect her no matter what the distance might be from her true body. Best to avoid angering him. "Yes, the Circle. Let's see...I suppose the first one you should know about is the oldest, Nona. She's a specialist in defensive magic, and you can tell her right away by her purple hair and her...um...endowments, which are very significant. She's a motherly sort, and quite sensible and responsible as well, and all the other girls in Windsar Tower defer to her as though she were their second parent.

"Besides Nona, the most powerful of the Windsar Circle would be Tabitha. She's a little thing, a real twig of a girl, with blue hair and thick half-moon glasses to help correct her farsightedness. Her body's not what makes her powerful, though - it's her power of foresight. She's a divination specialist, and aside from the magic she wields, she also has a natural gift for seeing glimpses into what the future might hold. With her on the Circle's side, you'll be hard-pressed to truly surprise them about anything. Tabitha is best friends with Sheru, as I believe they share an ancestor or two in common, and good friends with Callista Ravenlock and Fyra Starborn.

"Callista and Fyra are two of the four Circle sisters who've kept their old family names. Callista does it because her father was a necromancer, and his father before him, and so forth, and she enjoys the reaction she gets from using the reputation of her ancestors, as fear can be so useful in enhancing the magical effects of necromancy. In personality as well as appearance, Fyra is about as different from Callista as you could imagine, and it's a wonder that they could be as good friends with each other as they are. Where Callista has ash-grey skin and very dark hair, and is a terrible introvert, preferring to sequester herself someplace private with her books, Fyra has glowing red-copper hair, and metallic copper skin, and is one of the most fun-loving extroverts I know. I suppose it's only natural that Fyra should be a specialist in offensive magic, and I know she gets her appearance from having a dragon in her background, besides her affinity for fire and flight.

"Of the other four girls in the Circle, Callista and even Tabitha aren't nearly the most studious for all the time they spend with their noses in books. That title belongs to Pristis, the resident expert in transmutation magic, perhaps the most extensive aspect of magery, and the one that requires the most talent in the physical sciences and mathematics to use to its full potential. Pristis would be quite a cutie, with her long blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes, if only she didn't keep her hair done up in a tight braid that runs around her head like a halo, and keeps wearing those big round glasses of hers; but she's slightly nearsighted, and they do come in handy. The opposite numbers of Pristis, in my opinion, would be Hijari, the conjuration specialist, a brash and outspoken brown-skinned and dark-haired girl from the tropical islands between Autumn Land and Heavengold, and Kysti Wheelspanner, a little illusionist with long grey hair and a silly tamoshanter that she refuses to take off except when she's bathing, from what Charles told me about her. I understand that Kysti's father was a gnome, and her mother a human, and she kept her own last name because of her desire to remember and honor her racial heritage, even if she's human for all practical purposes. The gnome in her blood would explain how she stays so perky and cute all the time - she's an eternal optimist, and as long as she's around, I don't see the spirits of the other Circle members flagging anytime soon.

"The last of the Circle is also the only one who still has her parents, Coral Valkyre."

"Valkyre," said Malik, his voice betraying some surprise as he looked up from the last touches he was putting on his blade with a whetstone. "As in Emperor Valkyre, ruler of the Iron Throne Empire?"

"The very same," said Threetails with a nod, one of her tails flicking in amusement that she'd managed to elicit a reaction from the powerful and oft-stoic male before her. "Actually, she might as well be an orphan, if you come right down to it. Her father's always busy with affairs of state, and last I heard, both her mother and her older sister had run off on some grand adventure or other - they haven't been heard from for months now. Of course, Coral was already apprenticed to Charles long before that point, I think because her father wanted to establish some sort of tie between the Empire and Charles, but marriage was obviously out of the question for a number of reasons. She's the odd girl out a lot of the time, though it's mostly her own fault. That long pink hair of hers leads me to think she might have some of your mother's bloodline in her lineage," and here Threetails paused for a moment to see if Malik would react. He didn't, so she continued, "but I suppose that's none of my business. She's a spoiled brat, and always has been, and it's a problem not even Charles has been able to cure her of. Of course, he's not much of a disciplinarian, and Coral keeps getting gifts and things from home, and even has Mist as her personal noble-blooded servant. The fact that she's also beautiful and talented, and a skilled user of enchantment magic besides, just cinches things. Despite all of that, though, she's actually not such a bad girl if you can really get to know her. Or so I've heard from Charles." Threetails smirked once more. "As for me, I've never cared to try, just from what little I've seen of her. Well," she spread her hands, "that's all of them. I suppose now that you've pumped me for all you're going to get, my life is at an end."

"Only if you wish it so," Malik answered with another shrug. "You're obviously not telling me the whole truth, even if what you have said is true as you understand it. What you have shared, however, will suffice." Rising to his feet, Malik hefted his immense sword one-handed, and slid it smoothly into its sheath on his back. "If you want," he continued, "you can always come and live in my harem. You enjoyed last night, and it wasn't just the magic working on you. Join me, become my servant, and I can promise you nights and days of ecstasy just as pure and powerful for the rest of your very long life."

"I'm flattered by the offer, Malik," said Threetails, standing up, making Urla start slightly as her body tensed, ready to act if the kitsune witch tried anything against her master. "Really, I am. But it's just not the way I want to live my life. A girl needs some freedom, after all, and some girls just have to have their own place."

The Overlord gave a slow nod, and then gave a long, slow stretch, the well-crafted plates of his armor rippling almost like real muscle. He then stepped forward, his blade flashing out in a single, smooth motion, passing through Threetails' body at a diagonal angle as though she were made of nothing more substantial than smoke. For just a moment Threetails stayed standing where she was, and Urla blinked in surprise at what she'd seen, wondering if perhaps her eyes had played tricks on her, that surely Malik couldn't have done something so sudden, so random. But then Threetails crumpled slowly, artistically to the ground, like a player in a tragic opera.

"M-master, what-?" began Urla, taking a step toward Malik, but the Overlord simply raised a hand, silencing Urla immediately. Then he pointed toward Threetails' body. Rather, he pointed toward where Threetails' body had been just a moment before. Now, however, in the moment Urla had looked away, the body of the three-tailed vixywitch had vanished.

"I felt that would be the least painful way," Malik explained, turning his head to look at Urla. "I doubt Threetails would have known any good ways to kill herself that wouldn't involve fear and pain. After all," he motioned with his free hand, the other sliding his sword back into place, "that body was made of dreamstuff. She's simply awakened in her true body. Now," he turned, picking up the flowing cape he'd hung on a tree branch the night before and furling it around his shoulders, "come, Warchief: we have much to do."

"Yes, Overlord," said Urla, grabbing up the pack she'd bundled up for herself, letting one of the stronger worgs carry the rest of the camp gear slung over his back as she and the worgs hurried to catch up with the tall, proud figure making his way almost silently through the woods.

Bonus Content

The Pathfinder statistics for the orb of stimulation.

Orb of Stimulation

Aura: Major Transmutation; Caster Level: 9. Slot: None. Price: 94,000 gp

This small and perfectly smooth and spherical ball of untarnished, well-polished golden metal is otherwise featureless. When inserted into one of the orifices of a creature (which orifice doesn't matter), its magical effects activate.

When inside a creature, the orb of stimulation causes that being to share in the sensations of anyone within line of sight of the user, feeling exactly what those others feel, and also allowing the user to share his or her own sensations with everyone within line of sight, at the will and pleasure of the user. The orb of stimulation makes these sensations highly likely to be pleasant, as its use creates a sense of erotic pleasure in the user that grows steadily stronger the longer the orb is in use, and tends to turn any sensations of its user and those the user shares sensations with into forms and flavors of erotic pleasure. Line of sight, in this case, means either anyone that can see the user, or anyone that the user can see, regardless of physical distance, allowing such sensations to be shared through such powers as clairvoyance spells or crystal balls. Anyone can resist the sensations shared by the orb, or resist sharing their own sensations, with a successful DC 15 Will save.

Additionally, the orb of stimulation allows a female using it to transfer any pregnancy that might occur in her own womb to another available and suitable female within view with whom the female is sharing sensations. Any female who does not want to accept such a pregnancy can resist it with a DC 15 Fortitude save, and upon a success the pregnancy remains in the original female.

The powers of an orb of stimulation can also be used on unwilling victims, if the orb is inserted by someone else. That other person becomes the user of the orb, rather than the one into whom the orb has been inserted, and controls all its powers. After each use, the orb of simulation automatically cleans itself, becoming perfectly sterile and spotless once more.

Requirements: Craft Wondrous Item feat; Pleasure, Share Sensations, Theft of the Unborn spells. Cost: 47,000 gp.