Futanari – The Warlock’s Trial (Part 2)

Part 1 is here.

(This Futanari story was inspired by World of Warcraft)

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“Of course, my pet.” Dh’lencia looked down at the human warlock covered in her seed and smiled. “Turn around.”

Lhiren’s ran her tongue across the salty sweetness the demon had left on her lips as she turned her body. Her lips were numb but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was pleasing the succubus.

“Anything, master. Just please, give me more. I must have it. It feels so good, tastes so good.” She felt like she’d been drinking, like she had been in a drinking contest with pirates along the coast of Alir. She was cognizant, she knew what was happening, but there was fuzziness to her thoughts.

She saw more of the demon’s satisfaction along the curve of her left breast and ran her fingers through it before slipping them into her mouth. Long blue strands of the demon’s sticky pleasure stretched toward the warlock’s mouth. More. She stared at the demon’s swelling member and watched as the head expanded slightly before releasing a few more drops of the blue liquid.

Lhiren stared at the warlock in front of her with a grin. “It’s so funny to think that you came here to control me,” she looked over herself, ran her eyes along the dark skin and muscle tone. Her tongue darted out between words, its long slender fork twitching slightly in the cool, cave air.

Lhiren was barely listening; all she could think about was the demon’s heavy cock, the echoes of her master’s moans around the cave. Put it inside me. She dropped her hands onto the sticky robe like a dog. “Yes, master.”

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Her pussy tingled in anticipation. She arched her back and spread her knees waiting for Dh’lencia’s horse-sized cock to stretch her. It’s so big. It’s going to stretch me so wide. She widened the distance between her knees and held her breath. The sound of crunching stone echoed the demon’s footfalls and then she felt the demon’s warm hands were on her.

Dh’lencia’s fingers dug into Lhiren’s hips and held her firm. “My little play thing. I was having a wonderful time with a little couple of slaves before you summoned me.” She moved her hips and rubbed her massive tool between the warlock’s legs, sliding along her wet pussy lips and against her belly, almost to the human’s breasts. “But this is nice too.” Her tail swept around her body and slapped the warlock’s ass cheek leaving a dark red mark the shape of an arrowhead.

Lhiren held her breath behind her closed eyes. God, that feels good, so thick, and so hot. Fill me with it. The demon’s fingers spread her pussy lips roughly and then she felt the heat and pressure. It’s too big. It’ll never fit.  She pressed back anticipating the pain while the demon pressed forward.

Warmth filled the young warlock as Dh’lencia’s fur tickled the back of her thighs. The heat of the demon’s body seemed to warm her from the inside out, like she had stepped into a ray of sunlight on an autumn day. And then came the pain. A flash of white light exploded behind her eyes as the shaft of Dh’lencia’s rod stretched her wide.

My master’s pleasure. She stifled a scream and dug her fingers into the robe under her.

“Oh, it’s so tight,” the demon chuckled as she pulled the warlock’s body back onto her stiff pole. She groaned in pleasure as she pushed and pulled trying to ram the little warlock full.

Sweat beaded on Lhiren’s forehead. As the pain grew more intense, panic gripped her. Her pussy, stretched as far as it could around the shaft of the demon’s massive dong, anymore and she knew it would tear. The phallus was too much, too big. She opened her eyes about to scream and saw the young orc standing frozen like a statue a foot away, his eyes still reflecting the green light that gave the cave a strange glow.

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Mjen. She remembered the name, remembered casting the spell that held him still, and then the book. Gh’den. The spell book. I summoned a demon. A succubus.

“Yes,” Dh’lencia pushed deeper into the warlock and closed her eyes as the human’s ass reached the top of her thighs. “That’s it, take my gift, minion.” She wriggled her hips luxuriating in the warmth and wetness of the warlock’s cunt. “I may keep you around for a bit.”

Like summer lightning, intense pain shot through Lhiren as the demon filled her to the hilt, tearing at her darkness with playful abandon. She screamed and started to crawl forward, away from the demon, scratching at the robe and rocks. I was under her spell. Tears clouded her vision. She gripped the robe and clenched her jaw trying to focus through the pain.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dh’lencia cackled and dug her fingers deeper into the warlock’s hips. “You’re mine.”

Lhiren pulled but the demon’s strength seemed limitless and her body was impaled again, this time deep enough that she felt the thick heat somewhere around her navel. Her mind, now somewhat clearer, scrambled for a spell, a ward, something, anything to stop the assault on her quim. The pain had broken the seduction but the demon still fucked her with abandon.

She closed her eyes and with a deep breath, let her body go. It was trick she had learned as a Hunr, the ability to separate mind and body, the ability to isolate both. She could still feel her body, still control it, but it was not all of her mind. The demon continued to fuck her, pulling and pushing her body with the strength of three men, but she was outside of the pain.

Focusing, she stepped free of the pain and remembered the way Dh’lencia had bound her, the power the demon had wielded.

The sound of the demon’s breathing echoed around the cavern as she impaled the young warlock. “Don’t hold back, little one.” The demon threw her head back lost in the pleasure of her new fuck toy, “I know it hurts. Scream for me!”

The demon continued fucking her. She could feel the throbbing heat deep inside her. Her whole body felt like it was on fire but her body was adjusting to the pain. She no longer wanted to scream every time the demon’s thrust brought their bodies together. The pain was almost gone now, replaced with the tingling satisfaction a good fuck always brings. She bit her lip and screamed as she forced her hips back to meet the demon’s thrust.

“Yesss…” Dh’lencia hissed, “I’m going to fuck you until you faint.” She rammed a few more inches of her cock into the human. “Maybe I’ll take you back with me; you can join my other pets.”

The warlock stepped free of her body again. There has to be a way. She focused and sunk deeper into her memories. She thought of the lessons she had learned under Sanddaul and the battles in the hall of magic. She thought of the Grhem, the horse-sized creatures summoned from the dark planes. The twisted tapestries of a thousand spells ran through her mind, spells to banish, spells to bind, but there was nothing strong enough to hold a demon like Dh’lencia. And she couldn’t try something she wasn’t sure of. To do so would betray the fact that she was no longer bound by the succubus.

Mjen. She stared at the orc through the tears that ran down her cheeks.  She remembered Dh’lencia looking at the orc.  I recognize this one… Dh’lencia’s words came back to her. She thought back to the inn and the bag of gold she had paid Anha for a relative of Gh’den, someone from his bloodline. Dh’lencia sensed it, the bloodline. She recognized Gh’den in the little bastard.

Dh’lencia wound her fingers through the warlock’s hair and pulled back viciously. “Scream, my pet.” She fucked the warlock harder, lifting her thin frame off the ground with every thrust.

Lhiren slipped into her body just as the demon’s hips slammed against her ass. She screamed again, half acting and half from the pain that started below her breasts and ached to her knees. God, she’s fucking huge. She thought of the cock that drilled her from behind, the weight of it, and how her pussy was actually beginning to enjoy the thrashing. She focused on the pleasure that tingled through her and started to meet each of the demon’s thrusts with her own, milking the throbbing heat.

“Mmmm…” Dh’lencia let out a low growl and her slapped the warlock’s ass again.

Lhiren could tell the succubus was lost in it now. She could have been anything or anyone at the end of the demon’s phallus. The only thing that mattered to Dh’lencia was finishing now.

The warlock stared at Mjen and started a blood spell. “Luk’ra smen ut’l gwe,” she closed her eyes and tried to focus on the words and symbols that floated through her mind.  The spell was supposed to link her blood with the orcs. It wasn’t why she had brought the young guide. No, he was supposed to be a gift for the demon she would summon, but that wasn’t the way it had worked out.

She sensed the spell’s magic begin to take hold. A thin trail of muddy red smoke crawled across the cave floor toward her. She focused on the spell as her body rocked back and forth fucking the demon. Come on, she watched the magic, as thin and frail as a baby snake, slither through the dim light toward her fingers.

“Oh,” Dh’lencia voice cracked, she sounded surprised by something, and Lhiren’s heart almost stopped. “Oh, I think I am going to cum.” The demon continued to ram the length of her massive tool in and out of the warlock oblivious to the blood magic that worked across the last few inches of rock and wet dirt.

Lhiren felt the magic as it touched her fingers. It tickled like the chill of snow when it lands on your skin. She closed her eyes and focused on the power.

“Yes,” Dh’lencia pressed forward, harder than before and Lhiren’s breath caught in her throat. If she sees the magic… The demon’s cock expanded inside of her, thickening against her inner walls. She held her breath as the pain of torn tissue and stretched muscles pounded through her mind. She thought of the room and how the two of them must look – her on all fours in front of the demon succubus fucking her from behind, and then the young orc frozen in front of them.

The green glow that lit the cavern sent sharp shadows across the demon’s body was every muscle went rigid. She pulled the warlocks head backward and froze.

Lhiren felt the turgid member inside of her pulse. A hot jet of cum blasted her insides. It felt almost good, soothing almost as if it filled her before squeezing past their union and oozing down her thighs. She wriggled her ass and clenched the demon’s penis milking more of the succubus’ bliss into her womb. The memory of it splashing across her tongue while she was under the spell played across her thoughts.

“Oh, that was lovely,” Dh’lencia’s footsteps echoed around the chamber as she backed away from the human. “Really, quite nice.” She ran a hand across the back of her forehead. “I had no idea you were so good.” Her voice had lost its mocking tone.

Lhiren slowly turned around. Every muscle in her body ached like she had been buried alive. She sat on the robe and stared down at the mix of blood and semen that oozed out of her and pooled between her thighs.

The demon smiled down at her fuck toy. “Have we learned our lesson yet?” Long strands of blue cum dripped to the cave floor from her now flaccid dick.

Lhiren took a breath and stared at the binding stones on the altar behind the demon. She couldn’t look her in the eye; if she did she would know that the spell had been broken.

I need the book. If I can get the book, I can use Mjen’s blood link and magic. She tried to think of a spell to get past the succubus. There was no telling how fast the demon was, but she hadn’t noticed the blood spell in the heat of their coupling which Lhiren took as a good sign.

She quickly split her mind again and tried to think of a spell that would work. It had to be perfect, something that could buy her enough time to grab the spell book before Dh’lencia could react. Dilation! As soon as she thought of the spell, she remembered the lesson where she had learned it.

It was her last weeks with Sanddaul at the school outside of Spire’s Cove. She remembered the gentle smile he wore, the playful twinkle in his eyes as he looked around at his little clutch of students. “Let’s pretend I am a mighty Orc mage,” he had raised his thin arms over his head in an attempt to look taller and bigger. It was a comical effect coming from a human that barely weighed a hundred pounds. “I have you cornered, you’re running out of energy, you’re wounded, you need to get away.” He had looked at Lhiren. “What do you do?”

During the class, she had offered a number of different ideas – invisibility, a protection ward, a shield, but none of them were correct. “When all else fails,” Sanddaul’s normally happy face fell as he stared into her eyes as if he had seen her future and when she would need such a spell. “Dilation.”

Looking down at the wet cave floor in between her and the succubus, she took a breath, focused on the spell, and vanished.

It took half the time it takes to blink for her to get from the spot on her robe in front of the demon, to the altar and back. To Lhiren it all happened in regular time. She simply forced herself to stand, took a few breaths to clear her head, walked to the altar, retrieved the book, and walked back like the succubus wasn’t even there.

The spell worked by bending time around the caster. It was energy intensive, a spell that would have wiped out a younger caster, but Lhiren had perfected her art.

When she reached he altar, the moment her hand touched the book, she was filled with energy. The blood link between her and Mjen, a blood relative of the mighty, Orc warlock, had changed everything. She stepped back to the where the dirty robe lay on the floor and with a single motion; the fabric burned everything away and wrapped around her. She touched a little symbol etched into the cover of the spell book and her body healed instantly.

She ended the dilation and stood in front of Dh’lencia clothed and holding Gh’dens’ spell book. Their eyes met and Lhiren smiled as the demon became the one who was bewildered. “What?” She looked behind her like she wasn’t sure the book the warlock held was the same spell book she had returned to the altar almost an hour before.

Lhiren read the words on the page that held the summoning spell and took a breath. “Now, it’s time for me to teach you a lesson in manners.” Lhiren grinned.

“I will devour your bones!” Dh’lencia’s shout sent a shock wave around the room. Stones fell from the ceiling and flew into pieces as they crashed to the ground. Some of the wooden hut-like structures around the room collapsed in clouds of dust and broken timber. A long black whip appeared in the demon’s hand and snaked across the ground. “You’re mine,” her eyes glowed green with the fel fire and she leapt toward the warlock like a big cat.

But Lhiren didn’t move. Instead, she opened her hand and created a magical barrier that acted like a shield which the demon smashed against. An explosion of red and orange light filled the cavern along with the echo of the succubus’s painful cry.

But Dh’lencia wasn’t some brainless creature summoned from the void. No, she was a succubus, a mighty succubus, once the minion of Gh’den himself. Her whip lashed out and sparked against the shield spell and sent a long, red scar through the field of energy that didn’t dissipate or disappear.

But Lhiren had no intention of battling or defeating the succubus. No, with a few spoken words, she renewed the blood spell she had used on Mjen and smiled up at the demon in front of her. “My turn.”

She closed her eyes and dilated time again. Instantly, room became tranquil, still. Both the demon and Mjen were, in effect, frozen in time. The warlock opened her hands and the spell book hovered in front her. It had taken her years to track the book and more years to actually find it. But now it was hers. She started to speak the words she had practiced since she had sat beside Jhinea’s body and held his spell book.

The glowing fel light reflected across the ornate cover as the book hovered in midair and slowly opened.

Lhiren split her mind again and held the dilation in one part and book in the other. She spoke the next part of the spell and a page tore from the book and floated in the air. From the corner of her vision she saw the demon’s eyes slowly move.

Dh’lencia fought the dilation spell.

Concentrate. Lhiren admonished herself and stared at the single page of the spell book in front of her.

After a moment, another tore free and hovered in the air. Then another. Soon the entirety of Gh’dens’ spell book was floating above the empty covers, each page held by Lhiren’s concentration. She glanced over Gh’den’s writing, the multitude of symbols, words, and diagrams carefully lay down over the span of his life. The most powerful spells known.

The first page flew forward like it was caught in a strong wind and landed against her neck. She closed her eyes as the words and symbols burned into her skin.

Every curve and angle of every letter and symbol felt like a branding iron being pushed into her soul. She resisted the urge to scream and instead, focused on the next page, which slapped against her shoulder. The robe did nothing to stop the transference and Gh’dens’ spells burned into her skin underneath the magical fabric. She winced and brought another page. This one stuck to her chest and burned the spells and symbols across the curve of her breast.

She took a breath and stared at the remaining pages. Energies unlike anything she had ever experienced surged through her. Gh’dens’ power, all of the magic he had unlocked and written in his book was hers. She opened her arms wide and pulled more from the cloud of pages. Two and then three flew and slapped against her. She gritted her teeth as she took possession of the spells. Soon, the pages whirled around her like angry bees. Each one landed, burned its contents onto her skin, and then turned to ash.

When the last page had transferred, the empty covers of the book fell to the cave floor and turned to ash. She stopped the dilation spell and stared at Dh’lencia. “Now,” she said softly, “you will kneel.”

The demon’s tongue flicked out and her eyes flared with fel flame. “Do you think so, young warlock?” Without warning the succubus’s whip lashed forward, the black leather slipped through the air so fast it whistled.

Lhiren let it come, watching the end fly toward her, knowing that it brought with it enough power to turn a gallant knight to ash.

The demon’s eyes grew wide as the whip snapped against Lhiren’s aura in a flash of blinding white light. Gh’den. She remembered the aura the mighty warlock carried with him, a binding protection that was like a second skin. She had seen swords shatter like glass against it; beasts turn to ash when they touched it. But how did she…

Lhiren watched the demon trying to work it out for a moment and then she unclasped her robe at the neck and let it fall to the ground.

“No,” Dh’lencia’s eyes wandered over the warlock’s body in amazement. Every place a page had landed; the words and symbols had burned into her skin and left behind a scar that glowed like a candle behind a diamond. The marks covered most of her body, including the side of her neck and the one eye entirely.

She had absorbed the warlock’s spell book and become the embodiment of Gh’dens’ power.

“Now,” Lhiren looked at the demon like she was trying to decide exactly what to do next, “about that lesson.”

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