Transformation - Part1
Their kisses grew deeper, and longer, and harder. Hank didnt want to wait any more, and it was clear that Sheila didnt want to either. During their imprisonment in the Realm, the feelings had grown more obvious and more difficult to ignore. There was such desperate hunger in the way they touched each other; now they were together, he could hardly control himself.
There was no need to wait. He wanted to pull her clothes off as fast as he could, to savour the sight and sensations he had so long denied himself.
Pulling away, he looked at her. Though her cheeks were damp with tears and her eyes red, the Thief had never seemed more desirable. So many nights, alone, he had imagined this moment.
He slid his hand up her arm and over to the front of her collar. She didnt stop him. He popped the buttons on her dress and helped her pull it over her head, noticing she wore no bra, then he pulled off his own shirt.
Her skin was warm and her hands were shaking as she reached out to pull him closer.
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The dungeon door opened and, for one final time, Venger stepped back to allow Presto to enter first.
The Magician was hit with a wall of warm, moist air that smelt of rotting wood and he had to suppress a cough. The room had only three things in it; an old wooden table, a giant fish tank of dark water, and the haughty female Drow hed seen before.
The door swung shut, then the Arch-Mage stepped up behind him, close enough for Presto to feel the air stir.
Remember our agreement, Magician.
As if he could forget.
Yes. A whisper was all Presto could manage.
You are to be my willing Servant, or your friends With malicious cruelty, Venger let the sentence hang. It was too late for questions or thoughts of escape. Since that night, hed been trapped. He stared at the tank. There was something moving in there, there must be, the water was sloshing gently against the sides. Something
He couldnt guess what Venger wanted, but whatever was in that tank was part of it.
You must prepare yourself, Venger said, after almost a minute of silence. Presto dragged his attention away from the tank and stared at the table. It had obviously been down here a long time, but it was well made, and sturdy, with two metal hand grips at the top end. For him to hold on to
Presto staggered slightly at the thought, hardly able to keep upright in the heat. There was no way out. He had to go through with it, whatever Venger had planned.
Disrobe, Venger said.
The Magician took a step forward to hold on to the table. Venger was toying with him, trying to make him break down and beg for mercy. Then he would be free to trap the others, maybe even kill them. He couldnt let them down; Eric was already gone. He couldnt let them down. HE COULDNT.
And he would be damned if he would give Venger the satisfaction of watching him breakdown. The Arch-Mage would have to wait an eternity for that.
Carefully, he took off his glasses and laid them on the edge of the table.
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Hanks kissing me!
It was almost to perfect to even think about.
She felt a freedom that shed never felt before. Their naked torsos were pressed together, she was only wearing her boots and her pants; Hank was only wearing his shorts. She could feel how his body responded to her touch, and it make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the whole Realm.
He ran his hand over her breast, sending a pulse of fire though her body and filling her with an insatiable need for more; to touch and be touched until there was nowhere left to explore.
She could hardly believe it was actually, finally, going to happen between them. At last they were going to make love to each other, the way shed dreamed about.
They could have a night together, be close and safe from everything else that threatened them. No fear and no pain, just safety in each others arms. And tomorrow, everything would be different.
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The guards pinned him down with a quick, ruthless efficiency that was less to do with practice, and more to do with terror. The hooded creature stood at the back, though the eyes were hidden, it filled the room with a chilling fear that was even colder than the temperature. His breastplate was removed, and his mail shirt and boots, then they gagged him, making sure his mouth was shut so he couldnt make any loud noise.
He was shivering, and though he tried to struggle, the creature was watching him. And the more it watched, the less he was able to move. Somewhere behind him, out of his line of sight, he knew the Seer was there too.
His legs were tied, and his right wrist was fastened down at his side. But his left wrist was fixed very tightly above his head, so the whole of his left side was exposed. He couldnt have felt more vulnerable and defenceless if they had stripped him completely.
After checking each of the manacles once more, the guards left; except Ranyar, who stood by the closed door with a look of revulsion across his face. He couldnt look Eric in the face.
Only when everything was quiet did the thing in the robes move forward.
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She tasted beautiful. Though her mouth and kisses had felt wonderful, her breasts were a thousand times better. He wanted to drown in their texture for the whole night.
His soon-to-be lover was underneath him; her boots discarded her clothes removed, so naked and open and fuckable that he knew he couldnt stop.
He was moving too fast; he knew it but he didnt care at that point. It could have only been a few minutes since theyd first kissed, but already they were naked, lying pressed together on the bed.
His own need was close to overwhelming. He had to have her right now.
Grabbing one of her breasts, he moved himself into a good position between her legs. He could feel her heart beating under his hand. She was looking up at him, he lips slightly apart as if she wanted to speak, but didnt know what to say.
He didnt know what to say either. He didnt think there were any words that would tell he what she meant to him, what this moment meant to him.
His weight had pinned her to the bed and looked into her eyes, hoping to see his own need reflected there. She looked scared, and he tried to show her how he felt.
But he didnt stop. He didnt want to stop. He couldnt stop now he was so close to her.
So instead of speaking, he kissed her once more, hoping she would understand what he meant.
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Presto had his eyes closed as he lay on the table; face down as the Arch-Mage had instructed him. He was only wearing his shorts; and Venger must have known how vulnerable it made him.
The Magician could hear the footsteps as his captor paced round the table, but couldnt look because he didnt want to know. If he didnt know, then maybe he could pretend this wasnt really happening, that it was all just a dream, and he would wake up at the end as if nothing had happened.
There were noises behind him, wet noises and a soft snarling and snapping. The Drow woman started to sing, high-pitched, discordant and painful to listen to. He wished the noise would stop.
It did, after a few terrible minutes, and Presto quickly wished it would start again; at least then there was something else to fill the silence rather that just the heavy, measured footfalls of Venger.
He heard the Drow move towards the table and was suddenly sure there was something else there as well. There was a movement against his side and he felt the prick of tiny claws. Shuddering, he gripped the metal bars and screwed his eyes more tightly shut as whatever it was started to pull itself up onto his body.
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The creature waited at his left side for almost a minute.
He could see more of it, since it was so close. The hands that hovered over his chest were like human hands, but thinner, with grey, greasy skin and cracked nails. He didnt dare move in case it tried to touch him.
Worse than the hands was the smell; like shit and vomit, and thanks to the gag he couldnt avoid it; every time he inhaled it was a struggle not to be sick.
And it as cold, like lying in a pool of still, chilled water. He was shivering.
After waiting for along while, the creature spoke. It was in the quietest of voices, and even though Eric couldnt understand the words, he could feel evil magic of the darkest and most dangerous nature stirring.
The hands started to shake.
His breath caught in his throat. It was going to touch him. He pulled at the restraints but he couldnt move.
It was going to touch him. Dear God it was going to touch him.
He gave a muffled cry as the hands brushed against his chest, and a wave of revulsion spread through him. It was Evil; it was disgusting; it was
But the hands didnt stop at his skin.
Horrified beyond fear, Eric watched as its hand slid into his chest.
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Presto had no idea what kind of thing crawled over his side, the claws catching in his skin as it heaved itself up his body. It felt wet and slimy; there were trickles of water running down his spine and over his sides.
It stopped over between his shoulder blades, and began to lick. The harsh rasping tongue seemed to be stripping away the top layer of his skin. The pain made him flinch. What made it worse was the knowledge that he could stop it any time he wanted to. All he had to do was turn round and pull it off.
But he couldnt let Venger win. He didnt dare. He knew the price of failure.
He had to think of his surviving friends.
The pain grew as it changed from licking to biting. Needle sharp teeth dug into his back. It felt like it was pulling chunks of his flesh away too. Every time, he cried out, not caring what Venger thought. But he didnt turn round. He didnt pull it off.
Hands white with gripping the bars, he kept his eyes closed, trying to concentrate of anything that would take the pain away.
He had to keep going. He had to keep going. It didnt matter; he didnt matter. He had to keep going. Keep going, keep going
Abruptly, the pain stopped. His skin throbbed with heat of the open cut on his back. He could feel hot breath beside it. The creature was still there.
For a minute, it waited, almost as if it was catching its breath. When it moved, it pushed against the cut, and pain burst through the Magician.
It was forcing its way into him. There was a brief pause, as if the creature was so bloated it had managed to get itself stuck, then it pushed once more.
The excruciating pain made Presto pass out.
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She was underneath Hank, with his weight pushing down onto her. He was ready, but was she? She wanted to be. She wanted to share everything with him, she wanted so much to be his, and for this to be perfect.
But it felt clumsy, perfection was fading fast and suddenly she was frightened. It was such a big step; it was a commitment. It was
She felt him push, and she screamed.
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He could feel the creature reaching into his chest with its icy fingers. He expected pain; pain would have been good. Instead, it was a disgusting feeling, he felt dirty and corrupted, all the more with every passing second. He wanted to look away, but he stared as if his eyes were forced to stay open and watch.
As it moved its hand more confidently, Eric was sure he could feel it reaching all the way through him. His lungs seemed to be full of the things stench and he was sick, but was forced to swallow as the gag was in the way.
It searched inside him, sometimes moving slowly, sometimes moving fast, but always with the same deliberate malice. Every second that passed made Eric want to scream in revulsion. He pulled at the restraint on his arm, trying to cover himself, but he couldnt move.
There was no way to make it stop.
After what seemed like hours, the creature hissed something that Eric barely heard, and Seer was there beside it in an instant. A piece of meat, a commodity to be bargained with that was the look on her face.
You have it?
She lifted her hand in anticipation of the answer. On her palm was a tiny, clear crystal, like a shard of broken glass. Then the creature grasped something in his chest, making him start. Sickness filled him mouth again. The creature pulled.
This time there was pain, as if something inside him had been crushed, and there was a growing pressing on his chest. He found it hard to keep breathing. It was like he was drowning from the inside out.
It pulled.
Then it had to pull harder.
And harder.
And harder until something snapped. A shiver like a shockwave coursed through Erics body. Numbness spread out through him, but somehow he didnt loose consciousness, however desperate he was for oblivion.
When the hand withdrew, the fist was still clenched, whatever it had taken from him still held inside. It was passed to the Seer, but he still couldnt see what it was.
The creature spoke. A single word.
Reward. The voice was deep, the sound slurred and laced with menace. The Seer waved the creature forward.
A taste of innocence; that is what we agreed. Just dont kill him.
It leaned across towards his throat.
Smell was terrible and Eric glimpsed stained, brown teeth, viciously sharp. There was the lightest breath on his neck, then a needle sharp pain.
He welcomed darkness.
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Somewhere, it was quiet, and the stars were bright in her mind. The spinning of the world had stopped and she could just look out across the silent universe, seeing the bright points of light as they swirled and danced.
She had been lost. She had almost been lost for eternity. But now, she knew the way back, and she knew the way home.
She was free.
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