Fae's Secret - Chapter 3
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It was a disturbance that the entire church felt almost all at once. The priests, druids, and paladins were all completing their daily routines when the very walls around them vibrated ever so slightly. Hardly perceptible to the naked eye, but it was like being on a rocking ship in the midst of a storm for someone attuned to divine magic and energy.
Some of the newer members to the church weren't aware of what the sudden disturbance meant, but if the panicked faces of the old masters was to go by, it was extremely important. A meeting was called of all the high ranking members of the divine clergy to discuss the matter. That was a day ago, and now they came in from around the land with even a few from neighboring kingdoms.
Within a grand auditorium, the stands were full of wizened faces, all of whom were skilled in their own schools of magic, study, and prophecy. At its center, ringed by the more powerful magi of the city, was a pedestal that a grand bishop made his way towards.
He was an old wolf but he moved with the speed and grace of someone half his age. He carried with him an ornate staff inlayed with gold and crossed with various religious symbols. He strode with purpose and when he finally came to the pedestal, he positioned himself behind it and stamped the bottom of his staff hard into the wooden floor. It stayed there, standing straight up even as he moved his paw and pulled away the hood that was draped over his visage.
Keen brown eyes gazed out from a face marked with scars. Part of his lip on his left side was missing, making it look like he was constantly sneering. His gaze passed the congregation twice, taking note of everyone that he saw, his vast intellect recognizing each face and putting a name and history behind each. Many knew him as the Dark Disperser, the remaining member of a squad that had taken care of the last Demon to have been released on the world. But he simply preferred to go by his true name: Ren.
At last, he swept his arms into the air above his head and spoke. “Thank you all for meeting on such short notice!” he voice boomed, magically enhanced to reach every ear. “As you have all no doubt felt the recent disturbance, I fear this marks a dark time once again that we must address. The divine barrier between dimensions has been breached, an angel or demon has been summoned to this world that must be taken care of.
“Presently, we don't know which or where, but in time we will only have to follow the destruction that will inevitably begin to fall. It is key that we act swiftly once the first reports come in. I've already dispatched all of our warkites, if the demon or angel is near they will hopefully spot it soon.”
A tall male horse stood up from the bleachers of a middle row, dressed in the robe, shirt, and pants of a magus that specialized in fire magic. He held no staff or weapon, but his forearms were clasped with heavy looking iron gauntlets. “Does the king and his court know of the potential danger?” he asked quickly, his voice hitching to the spell that amplified the bishop's voice. Faces turned towards the magus and then back to the bishop as the question now filled their own minds.
“Yes, he was the first that I sent a message to regarding the current predicament, along with all the information we currently know. He has given me and by extension all of you free reign to do what we can to deal with this situation. We have his royal guard, the army, and any other connections that are at the king's disposal to solve this problem. It seems that the last incident with a rogue angel is still fresh in his mind,” he continued and looked off to the side where another grand bishop stood. The two exchanged looks and the wolf nodded his head before turning back to the congregation.
“I open the floor to any and all questions as well as any details that anyone feels relevant to share,” he concluded. The room barely had a second of silence before a female rabbit dressed in scholarly robes stood up and spoke.
“What does the public know of this incident?” she called out. Mumbles rolled through those in on the bleachers.
“The public knows nothing. Until there is an incident there is no need to disrupt the pace of the city and incite panic. We assume that whoever has summoned this angel or demon is dead, but if they aren't it would be best to keep our knowledge of their activity quiet so that we may find them out,” the bishop explained.
The rabbit sat down and a male labrador jumped up on the opposite side of the room. “Are there already plans to assess the city? I assume stealth is of the utmost importance.”
“We have posted schedules and routes that take advantage of the many guilds and factions' strengths and ability to alert the rest of us or call for help. The city will be on a constant watch because of this so it's going to be hard to maintain a stealthy presence, but we must-”
The bishop's words were cut short by an ever so slight shudder that rocked the entire auditorium. The hair on the back of the wolf's neck bristled, as did every other attendees'. He stared out at the bleachers with wide open eyes as his heart sank into his stomach. A deafening silence enveloped the room as a unanimous understanding hit: the barrier between planes had once again been broken. There was another demon or angel running amok.
Fae held a wide, appreciative grin on her face as she watched the thick, black tentacles wrap around the demon in front of her. Zakk had been much quicker this time and bound their captive before she was even able to hit the floor after being brought through. Obviously held in a near unbreakable grip, that didn't stop the divine being from struggling.
It was a rabbit this time, Fae noted to herself. Purely by chance of course, it was also a female. The only thing that the sorceress had control over was the fact that she had pulled a demon through, a process much similar to bringing forth an angel but just ever so slightly different. So slight in fact that if someone wasn't careful, they might bring forth the opposite divine being by accident. Being as taxing as the whole process was, such a ritual was not one to be left up to such minor mistakes.
The demoness fixed the mare with her glowing eyes and glared. Her fur was a shade of red just dark enough to not be considered pink. She was actually as gorgeous as the angel had been handsome, but that was always a constant feature of the divine.
Right above her eyes were a set of small, pointed, black horns, and from her back jutted two leathery wings, like that of a bat but smaller. Her body was curvy and voluptuous with wide hips and large breasts with perfect dark nipples centered at each. If Fae had been an amateur, she might have mistaken the demoness's beauty for harmlessness.
Fae snapped the book shut that she had been holding and let it drift away weightlessly into the air before approaching. She knelt down and took up a small dish of Bliss Honey and a wide mouthed vial before she crossed the threshold of the safety circle. When she did, Zakk reflexively commanded the tentacles to tighten their hold on the rabbit.
Demons were known to be far craftier than angels and much more intelligent. Unlike angels, however, demons did not lie, and their promises were always grand and far reaching. It was why they were summoned more frequently than angels, but the gifts they bestowed upon their summoners often had ironic twists, and so it was important to dig details and clarify the meaning of certain phrases. Contracts were often a thing when confronting such a being.
As if all too familiar with this kind of thing, the demoness held an annoyed mask as she watched the mare come closer and eventually kneel. “What is it that you want?” she sighed with a grimace, her voice filled with vitriol.
“Just a little bit of you is all,” Fae replied with a wink. The demoness's grimace deepened as she became confused by the other's words. Was this mortal intending to kill her? Carve her up for some other plot? She'd need far more than these meager enchantments to complete such a task. Nothing less than a grand wizard or an adamantine golem was sufficient to kill such a being in single combat, and this sorceress was clearly neither. It was this fact that the rabbit became somewhat amused.
Fae settled the dish of Bliss Honey near the demoness's foot and scooped up a small amount on two of her fingers. She then reached up and stroked them along the rabbit's exposed slit.
The affect was almost instant for the demoness and she noticeably flexed her body and shifted away from the touch. A growling hiss escaped her clenched jaw and her eyes narrowed into burning slits. “Do you take me for some joke, mortal? What right do you think you have to touch me like that?” her voice seethed with a fire hot enough to melt granite.
“Just relax, we'll be done with our business before too long here,” Fae assured as she ground her fingers harder against the demoness's slit. From the side, a tentacle that was wrapped around the rabbit's leg lifted it from the ground and pulled it to the side, allowing the mare better access.
The Bliss Honey started to work right away and before long the demoness's pussy began to moisten and drip with her own nectar. Fae smirked and glanced up to find that the other's face had softened and that her eyes had closed. There came a startled yelp when the mare dipped a finger into the demoness's cunt and pushed in as far as she could. There came some light squirms and the rabbit's breasts bounced ever so slightly as pleasure started to build through her lower abdomen.
Another finger joined the first and before long both where being sawed back and forth. The demoness was clearly trying to stifle her moans and to keep from falling into the enjoyable sensations that were making their way up her core. In truth, she was used to getting fucked by more powerful demons, with or without her consent. This was an interesting reprieve from the more aggressive experiences that she was used to. But nonetheless, being pleasured by a mortal was degrading.
Fae was just getting started when it came to this particular session. Female divine beings were much harder to take care of than males, an interesting fact that seemed to transcend planes of existence. But where there was a will, there was a way, and she knew that she needed to pick up her aggression.
From the side, Fae turned to look at Zakk from the corner of her eye. The rabbit caught the look and he knew exactly what it meant. One of the tentacles that was firmly wrapped around the demoness's planted leg unraveled just enough to extend its bulbous end towards her backside. The rabbit didn't even know what was happening until she felt the mildly warm appendage push between her cheeks and rub under her tail.
“Your apprentice seems to be...taking some liberties...” The demoness growled and turned her hard gaze at the femboy.
“No liberties, he's just following orders,” Fae clarified after adding a third finger into the wanting pussy. At the same time, the tip of the tentacles braced against the rabbit's asshole and began to push inside. There was a momentary grunt of pleasure combined with discomfort as it eased inside a few inches.
As far as insertions went, it wasn't nearly as large as some things that she had taken, but what it did well was go farther than anything else. The tentacle eased deeper into her belly to the point that she could feel and see her stomach bulge. Once a good two feet inside of her, it began to gradually pull out and back in again. It continued this steady pumping motion as Fae added a forth finger.
The rabbit's cunt was getting tight as the digits that filled it grew soaked. The fruits of her labor were quick to be seen, however, as clear fluid began to drip down Fae's wrist. The sorceress was quick to grab her vial and glide the rounded edge along her arm to capture the divine ingredient. It encouraged her to pump her paw a bit more vigorously while she curled her fingers against the roof of the demoness's pussy.
With her carnal defenses warn down, the rabbit began to let gradually louder moans escape her. There was a satisfying squelch as the mare would drive her digits as deep as they could go, stretching out the firm walls and only being stopped by her thumb. The tentacle in the demon's ass picked up its pace and every time it would drive in it would seem to go deeper than before. The sensation of it drawing out of her ass almost to the point of being entirely pulled out was exquisite to say the least.
Fae's hardened pace soon caused more of the precious fluid to spill forth. She was now hurriedly scooping up as much as she could, and before long she had already filled half the vial. She was driving her fingers into the rabbit's cunt with such fervor that something strange had started to come over her digits. They tingled slightly as they became more sodden with the demon's essence.
It was this odd feeling that caused Fae to lean in and run her tongue across one of the rivulets that ran down her wrist. As soon as her tongue made contact she was flooded with the same elated feeling that she had received when she had taken in the angel's essence. Her whole body shivered and she gasped, suddenly wanting more.
Fae's thumb finally slipped inside to join her other fingers when she found it appropriate. The added pressure had the rabbit crying out and arching her hips towards the other's hand. Either the Bliss Honey was working wonders or the demon's own inhibitions had finally fallen, but there was now nothing stopping her from fully enjoying the company of the mare.
From within, Fae could feel the working tentacle within the rabbit's ass. It was going so deep that it was causing her stomach to bulge as it would delve in at least sixteen inches at its fastest pace. This fact made Fae grin as she glanced up at the demon's face to see a mask of pure ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled up into her head and her jaw was slack with her tongue lolling out. With ever breath there seemed to come a soft moan.
Returning her attention back to the cascade of femme juices that spilled down her forearm, Fae leaned in and lapped them up as quickly as she could. The vial still sloshed half full and almost forgotten now that the tingling sensation spread through the mare's body. It was an action that hadn't gone unnoticed by Zakk who stared at his mistress with concern.
For a moment his concentration waned ever so slightly to address the mare. “Mistress, the vial!” Fae snapped her attention back to her current task upon hearing his voice and she glanced over at her assistant. The taste of the demon's essence was still on her tongue and clouding her mind. She swallowed it back felt her belly warm like she had taken a deep gulp of strong alcohol.
“What?” she asked, her voice slightly slurred.
“Mistress, we have a task to complete,” he continued. Fae stared at him in confusion before realizing what he meant. Her eyes widened and she looked back to her hand still fully embedded in the rabbit's pussy, no longer moving as she had gotten caught up in lapping away the spilling fluid.
“Ah, right. Thank you, Zakk,” she said as she resumed her recent pace of scooping up the running fluid. For the time being, she ignored the urge to lick her arm anymore or to even sip from the slowly filling vial. There was only an inch left to the brim when the demon's body began to shudder.
Both Fae and Zakk noticed the movement right away and their eyes went wide at the realization. A crying moan split the air from the demon, louder than any other she had uttered so far.
“She's going to cum!” Zakk shouted.
“Quick! Get me another vial!” Fae ordered and withdrew her soaked hand from the demon's cunt. The male rabbit was quick to act. He withdrew control of his tentacle spell to only one arm while he reached out to the cabinet with the other. The door flew open and a glass vial shot through the air to his open paw. It hardly touched his palm for a moment before he pivoted and tossed it to his mistress. It was in this moment of weakness from the tentacles around her that the demoness found a window to act and took it.
Just inches from the empty vial touching Fae's sodden grasp, the demon's foot suddenly kicked out, stretching the tentacle that once held it in place. It collided against the mare's stomach and she was sent across the floor to slam back against the nearby bookshelf. A couple tomes fell from their place and Fae was left stunned and trying to catch her breath as pain erupted through her ribs.
The action had happened so fast that Zakk didn't fully register what had taken place until he realized that the demon was breaking apart the bonds that held her in place. He quickly fixed his paws together in the complicated positions as before and resumed the strong hold that the tentacles once had.
While the black lengths coiled around her limbs once again, she began to thrash against them with renewed strength. Zakk grunted and grit his teeth as he concentrated harder, pulling the tentacles tighter and summoning more to restrain her. Right when he thought he had the situation back under control, the demon kicked out again, this time striking the barrier and making the whole room shudder.
Fae groaned and grimaced as she shifted around and stared up at the demon that was reeling back to strike again at the magical wall that encased her. Sucking in a sharp, pained breath, the mare pushed herself up to a kneeling state, her other hand still holding the vial that now sloshed at a quarter of its former fullness.
It was admirable that Zakk was trying so hard to keep things under control, but it was clear that the demon had stayed on the material plane for far too long. It had now grown too powerful to be restrained, and would eventually fully break its bindings if held any longer.
Slowly getting up to her feet, Fae thrusted out her hand towards the demon and shouted the sealing phrase to break the bond between demon and this plane of existence. The familiar red glow pulsed through the circle and the demon hesitated another strike as she was caught off guard. It might have been that very moment that saved both of their lives as another kick might have destroyed the barrier. Instead there came a blinding flash and the demon was cast away, leaving the smoking ring as the only remnant of the divine entity's presence.
A cold silence fell on the room then and Fae grunted as she doubled over and clenched her stomach. “Mistress!” Zakk called out and rushed to her side. When he got close enough to take her hand, she leaned against him and hissed a short breath.
“I've got a few broken ribs, but other than that I'll be okay,” she whispered in a pained tone.
“I'm so sorry, mistress, I didn't mean to loosen my hold like that,” the bunny replied.
“It was a simple mistake, don't beat yourself up too much about it. Not that I don't have my own share of the blame, anyway,” Fae sighed and lifted her other hand to inspect the vial. Barely an inch of clear liquid still sloshed in the container, a shadow of its once fullness. Zakk looked at it and his ears fell back against his head.
“We should feel lucky that we got this much from that fiasco,” she mumbled and pulled herself to fully let her weight settle on her feet. “Just take this and put it with the other sample.”
Zakk nodded and took the vial before trotting quickly over to the enchanted cabinet that held the angel cum. As he did, Fae looked down at herself and readied a healing spell with an outstretched hand but stopped when she caught sight of the still gleaming liquid that covered her fingers. Stealing a moment to herself, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, each lap causing a surge of warmth to course through her body.
She suddenly didn't feel as much pain then, and she was able to give her first full breath since the kick. She smiled to herself and steadily straightened her back as she conjured the healing spell and passed it to herself. Her bones knitted back together and the pain dulled quickly. Feeling the last strands of her internal fibers grow back to normal, she let out a cheerful giggle that caught her apprentice by surprise once he had returned to her.
Fae looked at the rabbit and winked. “We'll just have to be more vigilant next time. And probably a bit more thoughtful to bring an extra vial,” she half laughed as she eyed the shattered remains of the second container on the floor. It was a stark reminder of what had almost happened to them.
