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; ; I wrote this with one hand. Not for the reason you may think. Also, ; the story has been significantly improved by the generous efforts of ; an editor - you know who you are. Thank you, for everything. ; 'Descent'
; ; Ekateryn moved along the skies, and the clouds glowed with her ; passing.
; ; It was a mop-up patrol, just as it had been for the last three ; weeks. Since the battle, the Cohort had moved on, in accordance with ; the Will, leaving Ekateryn and a handful of other Elohim to run to ; ground any scattered remnants of the Dark Queen's army.
; ; She was not the lowest of the Cohort, although hardly among the ; Exalted. Not that that mattered to her - all that mattered was the ; Glory of the Will, and her duty to it. Nor did she mind being left as ; a glorified cleaner, hunting the few Darklings which had been able to ; flee from the victorious power of the Cohort, from the battlefield ; that so recently saw the victory and the burning purity of the Agents ; of the Will.
; ; At least, she didn't mind much. During the battle, she had shone like ; a beacon, and was confident that some among the Exalted had seen her, ; crashing over and vanquishing their foes. Seen her, and made note.
; ; Regardless of her value in battle, however, here she was, sweeping the ; mountains north of the battlefield, while the main body of the Cohort ; had moved on to Lutetia. Three weeks, and she had found only a pair of ; Darkling Rooters and various bands of humans. None of them had been ; worth the effort it took to destroy them.
; ; Perhaps the Exalted had not seen her, casting down the enemies of the ; Will. Perhaps they thought her merely - wait.
; ; In a small vale, almost wholly hidden by the steep slopes of the ; mountains, there was Dark.
; ; Ekateryn flew towards it. She quickened at the thought of a battle - ; there was definitely a Dark creature, here. Those of the Will could ; see the creatures of the Dark even were they on the moon. However, ; there were magics they could use to hide themselves - and this one was ; flickering oddly. Ekateryn increased her speed, eager to catch it ; before it might escape.
; ; Eager, and unafraid. She was not among the Exalted, but among the ; Cohort she knew her power to be great, and not matched by any of the ; Dark who might be left in these parts. She reached the vale, and ; descended from the clouds, her light announcing her glorious ; presence. Below her, the Dark presence solidified in her eyes. Her ; nostrils gave the slightest eager twitch as she realized that what was ; below was as powerful as an Umbral, or a Hag-Bui. Not as powerful as ; she was, but certainly something with some fight in it. Her hands took ; solid hold of her glowing staff.
; ; The vale was barely there, a niche in the side of a rocky mountain ; that perhaps two dozen trees had made their home. She drifted down ; among them, feet coming to rest on the untrodden cushion of old pine ; needles. The Dark thing was just ahead of her, in a small cave. Staff ; in one hand, she walked in.
; ; The cave was not deep, and her light filled it. At the back, across a ; flat pond of meltwater, was the Darkling, cowering.
; ; A Velthling.
; ; It had the body of a woman, tall and well-formed. What clothing it ; wore was a glossy black. Ekateryn could sense the aura of sensuous ; corruption it emitted - dangerous to mortals, of course, but not to ; her. Her lip curled in scorn.
; ; A tempter, not a fighter.
; ; The Velthling was dressed like all of its kind, half clothed and half ; not. This one had a single leg in a skin-tight black legging, and the ; arm on that side in a matching skin-tight black sleeve. Its midriff ; and right arm were bare, as was its right leg above the high-heeled ; boot it wore. Its breasts were bound to its chest by a single wide ; strip of black, very tight but of a material that showed its ample ; curves.
; ; And, like all Velthlings, it wore a tight black hood, only its nose ; and mouth visible, the stamp of the Dark Queen on the front where the ; eyes once were.
; ; Ekateryn considered. Velthlings were slave creatures, rarely found ; without a stronger mind to guide them. Carefully, one eye on the ; cowering creature in front of her, she mentally scanned the area, ; searching for another Dark presence. She took her time - with her ; blocking the cave mouth, this filth wasn't going anywhere.
; ; There was nothing around. This Velthling must have been among the Dark ; Host, and somehow managed to scurry away while its fellows were ; destroyed. Ekateryn wondered how it had eluded the Cohort. Velthlings ; had almost no will of their own. Without a master to guide it, it ; would have been passive and helpless. Perhaps the master had fled, ; leaving it behind.
; ; Then she considered no longer, and raised her staff to blast it into ; ash.
; ; The staff was knocked from her hand.
; ; She barely had time to gasp as chains flew at her, snaking around her ; arms, knotting around her legs - with a painful jerk, she was pulled ; from her feet into the air. Her staff clattered off a wall and onto ; the floor as she hung in the cave mouth, spread-eagled.
; ; Frantic, Ekateryn whipped her head around. She strained against the ; chains, fought to turn around, to discover what had snared her, but ; she was totally immobile, limbs tightly bound. What could be doing ; this? She had checked for any creatures of the Dark - there was ; nothing powerful enough to bind her that she wouldn't have sensed! She ; craned her head around as far as possible, desperate to view her ; captor, but could see only the pine trees and the hillside.
; ; She looked back at the Velthling. Impossible. It could not have done ; this. It hadn't the power. That much was certain.
; ; Flexing, Ekateryn pulled at the chains, focusing her power to break ; free, but they remained firm. She couldn't move her limbs so much as ; an inch. Whatever held her, it was as strong as she.
; ; The Velthling hissed, a broken exhalation that Ekateryn realized was ; soft laughter.
; ; Then it came towards her.
; ; Ekateryn stared at it as it approached; if she could have burned it ; down with her gaze, it would have been ash a hundred times over. It, ; of course, could not see her, but Velthlings did not need to see to ; find their prey, and in a trice it was standing in front of her.
; ; It reached for her neck, hooked its fingers into her vestments, and ; pulled.
; ; The fabric tore as though it was paper - although they appeared human, ; Velthlings were soaked deeply in the Dark, and deceptively ; strong. Despite herself, Ekateryn shrieked. She strained against the ; chains once more, desperate, and once more failed to move them.
; ; All she wore now, aside from her helmet, her stockings and boots, and ; the torn remains of her sleeves, was a small undergarment. Her upper ; torso was wholly naked.
; ; The Velthling curled a hand around the waistband, and flexed.
; ; "Stop," a voice said from behind Ekateryn. "Step away."
; ; The Velthling hissed. With obvious reluctance, it released her ; undergarment, and backed away.
; ; Ekateryn craned her neck to see who was behind her, and relief washed ; over her. It was Tylenia, a Sister Eloha of the Cohort. She had been ; saved.
; ; Tylenia smiled a crooked smile as she stepped under the chains and ; into the cave, driving the Velthling back.
; ; "Well," Tylenia said speculatively, turning to face Ekateryn, ; "well. Isn't this interesting?"
; ; "Thank the Will you are here," Ekateryn said, voice laden with ; emotion. "But be careful - there is another Darkling about, one which ; disguised itself and caught me in these chains."
; ; "Yes," Tylenia said, "I know."
; ; "You found it? Then free me, that I may destroy this one."
; ; "Sorry," Tylenia said, "I can't really do that. This Velthling has ; something for me."
; ; "What?" Ekateryn stared in confusion.
; ; "Come here," Tylenia said to the Velthling, which was standing ; fearfully several paces away. "Give it to me."
; ; The Velthling, tentative, slinking, approached Tylenia, and from ; around its thigh unbuckled a leather strip.
; ; It was a collar.
; ; Tylenia took it, and looked at it in her hands. She turned it ; over. The inside was a solid curve of runes, writ in the same hand as ; the sigil on the Velthling's hood. Tylenia ran a finger along ; them. Then she looked up at Ekateryn. Then she looked outside the ; cave.
; ; "Come in here," she said.
; ; A second Velthling, this one dressed in black boots and gloves, with a ; strap hitched up across its crotch, wearing nothing else but the hood ; with its mistress' seal, crept into the cave.
; ; "Here's your second Velthling," Tylenia said.
; ; "T... Tylenia?" Ekateryn managed. "What is going on?"
; ; Tylenia stared at her blankly for a moment, then smiled. She looked ; down at the first Velthling, crouched in front of her, and handed the ; collar back to it.
; ; "Put it on me," she said.
; ; Ekateryn gasped. "Tylenia!"
; ; Tylenia knelt on the cave floor, and the Velthling stepped up to ; her. Slowly, it put the collar around her neck, then cinched it ; tight. Tylenia gasped, a loud sound that slowly transmuted itself into ; a hiss.
; ; A moment passed. Then she stood, head bowed, eyes closed. As Ekateryn ; stared in horror, Tylenia's head rolled back up, and she sucked in a ; noisy breath. Her eyes snapped open.
; ; "Tylenia," Ekateryn said, "What have you done?"
; ; "What I've wanted to do for a very long time," Tylenia replied, ; looking up at the bound Ekateryn. "Given myself to the Queen. Made ; myself Her thrall." The collar tight on her neck, her voice had ; deepened, a rasp in it tainting the former pure tone.
; ; "But why?"
; ; Tylenia laughed lightly, and the rumble in her voice spoke of ; corruption. "Because it feels good, you idiot," she said. "I'm tired ; of the sterile joy of duty. I want pleasure for my service, pleasure ; such as only the Dark Queen offers."
; ; "Oh, no, Tylenia..." Ekateryn said.
; ; Tylenia chuckled again. "Save your pity," she said. "I know exactly ; what I've gotten into. I must obey the Queen in all things, ; forever. And I'm ready to do exactly that. You just don't know how ; good She can make it feel, Ekateryn. I have given myself to Her ; totally, to use as She sees fit. She owns me now, body and soul."
; ; The Velthlings were hissing their approval. Ekateryn had nothing to ; say. Could say nothing. Tylenia cocked an eyebrow at her.
; ; "How about you, Ekateryn? You were the best of us all on the field of ; battle. But you will never advance any farther than you are now, with ; the Cohort. 'To each their station', right?" Tylenia, eyes fixed on ; her, shook her head slowly.
; ; "No matter how well you serve the Will, no matter how much you exalt ; the Name, you will always be what you are now. The Exalted were ; created that way, just as you were created to be a lowly soldier. You ; know it's true. I know it bothers you."
; ; Tylenia licked her lips. "But it wouldn't be that way if you joined my ; Queen. My Mistress knows the worth of all of Her creatures. You would ; advance, be given command, rank, station. Be exalted among the armies ; of the Dark."
; ; Ekateryn managed a sneer. "Better to be a slave than to be exalted ; among the Dark. In any case, after our recent victory, there isn't ; much left of the Dark to be exalted by."
; ; "The Dark is more powerful than you think," Tylenia said. "More ; powerful by far. It was foolish of Lord Bythus to attempt a ; confrontation like that. He met the end he deserved."
; ; Tylenia stretched, slowly, languorously. She looked down at the ; Velthling by her side. "The power of the Dark," she said, "is in its ; attraction, not its sheer strength." Laying a hand on the Velthling's ; head, she stroked the smooth blackness of the hood. The Velthling ; hissed softly. "The Dark need not take. The Dark has only to lure, and ; we will give ourselves to it." She smiled. "Our strength becomes ; Hers."
; ; "And now is the best time to give oneself to the Queen, when the ; victory of the Dark seems - to fools - less certain, and the rewards ; of those loyal to Her will be great."
; ; Tylenia looked up at her again, and Ekateryn gasped. The formerly pale ; blue eyes of her sister Eloha were changing, jet black swirling into ; them like corrupt water from a deep well. Ekateryn stared as Tylenia's ; blue eyes twisted, the pale blue draining away. Where they had been, ; shiny black pearls glittered, cold and blank.
; ; "Yes," Tylenia said, eagerly, "I can see it in your eyes. I am already ; changing. I told you, I have given myself to Her utterly."
; ; "Tylenia," Ekateryn said, "You are... you are becoming..."
; ; "Oh yes." Tylenia ran her hands over her body. "Such is my reward for ; my treachery, and I love Her for it."
; ; Raising a hand, Tylenia removed her helmet, casting it to a far corner ; of the cave. She shook out her hair, and as she did the fiery red mane ; turned black, darkness welling up at the roots and racing along each ; hair. In only a moment Tylenia's hair was jet black, glossy and ; full. She ran a hand through it.
; ; "Words cannot express how good corruption feels," Tylenia said, ; breathing heavily. "Will you join me, Ekateryn? Serve Her, and live in ; the ecstasy of obedience?"
; ; Ekateryn stared at her, eyes full of sorrow.
; ; "Never."
; ; Tylenia shook her head. "I thought not. But I wanted you to have a ; chance to join the Niflohim, as I have. To be a master of some." She ; looked down at the Velthlings, crouched now on either side of her. She ; stroked their tightly-bound heads. "Of such as these. We were sisters ; once, and I owed you that.
; ; But..." Tylenia leered at her.
; ; "But now I, eager slave to my Queen, find myself with a bound Eloha, ; and two hungry Velthlings." She cocked a now-black eyebrow. "Whatever ; shall I do?"
; ; "Please," Ekateryn said, shaking her head, cheeks drained of ; color. "For the memory of who you were. Please."
; ; Tylenia stepped to her, looked up into her eyes with the inky pools ; her own eyes had become. She smiled. "Sorry," she said. "It really was ; too bad for you that you had to intrude on my defection." Suddenly, ; she grabbed Ekateryn's undergarment, and tore it away.
; ; Tylenia turned, gesturing at the Velthling who had just bound her in ; the Dark Queen's collar.
; ; "Do her."
; ; The Velthling stepped up eagerly, and from its mouth emerged the gift ; of its Dark Queen. The tongue of a Velthling was a thick thing, round ; and covered in bumps. And long. Far too long for speech. Far too long ; to have ever been in a woman's mouth.
; ; The thin tip of this one's tongue slid out, dripping saliva, followed ; by a foot of rounded flesh. Ekateryn bucked futilely as it put a hand ; on her inner thigh, leaned forward, and inhaled deeply.
; ; "You know," Tylenia commented, "I believe there is some truth to the ; rumor that we Elohim come from humans. Sorry, 'you' Elohim. After all, ; the higher orders of the Cohort are sexless. Whereas you, quite ; obviously, are not."
; ; Ekateryn was breathing hard, her whole body tense, as the Velthling ; let its tongue wave and curl teasingly in front of her exposed ; pussy. She twitched as it ran its other hand through the thick orange ; tuft of hair above her unfurred lips below.
; ; Then it stuck its tongue into her.
; ; Ekateryn cried out, as the Velthling's tongue burrowed in, ; flickering. The tapered tip wormed its way deeply into her, followed ; by its thickening length, until the Velthling's lips were pushed ; against hers. Tears rolled down Ekateryn's cheeks.
; ; Inside her, the tongue was alive, coiling and stroking, and the ; Velthling's lips were rubbing her slit. Each time the soft upper lip ; bumped against her clit, Ekateryn jerked. She was still wailing, but ; her wails were slowly changing into a deeper, more rhythmic sound.
; ; Time stretched by, as sensations flooded Ekateryn's stunned brain. Of ; course, she had never... never...
; ; She was panting now, mouth open and slack. She looked down and could ; see only the leather-bound head of the Velthling, the flesh of its ; nose just visible through her own red-furred mound. The tongue pushed ; an inch further into her, and Ekateryn rolled her head back and moaned ; louder.
; ; The second Velthling stuck its tongue in her mouth.
; ; Ekateryn's eyes widened, as the Velthling's tongue slid down her ; throat until their lips met. Her own tongue fought against the ; intruder.
; ; At least, she prayed that it was fighting.
; ; Because she was getting terribly, terribly aroused.
; ; She had never had sex. Elohim never even considered carnal needs. But ; even in her pleasure-blurred mind Ekateryn realized that what was ; welling up within her, threatening to take control, was lust. Dark, ; pure lust. And she had thought herself immune to the Velthlings. On ; the contrary, she was well on the way to being theirs...
; ; Ekateryn moaned and the tears on her cheeks were not from despair. She ; had a Velthling at each end, and the tongue in her snatch was writhing ; and licking her inside and it felt soooo goood...
; ; Tylenia was masturbating. Ekateryn's eyes had flicked across her ; seated form, then sprang back to stare when she realized what Tylenia ; was doing. Her eyes were drawn to the flat black gleam of ; Tylenia's. The night-haired convert smiled at her from under those ; eyes, and slid a second finger into her snatch.
; ; Ekateryn couldn't help but stare as Tylenia played with her wet ; slit. The Velthling's tongue turned in her mouth as it slid its body ; around behind her. Its nipples brushed her bare back, and she ; shuddered.
; ; Then the tongue withdrew, Ekateryn's lips clinging to it. Saliva ran ; down either corner of her mouth, dribbling down her neck. A finger ; slid into her mouth, replacing the tongue, and she sucked on it.
; ; She was lost, she knew it, but it felt so good, now, that she didn't ; care. The tongue in her pussy was in control, and she would do what it ; demanded. She felt the tip flick, deep inside her, and bucked as her ; pleasure spiked even higher.
; ; The finger slid out of her mouth, and across her cheek. A pair of ; hands took hold of her small, high breasts, kneading them, and ; Ekateryn bucked again.
; ; Then a tongue wormed its way up her ass.
; ; Her eyes flew open again, only to roll back in her head as she moaned ; in ecstasy. It was so vile, so degrading - and it felt so good. She ; flexed her ass cheeks open wider, as the tongue burrowed up inside.
; ; She didn't hear a voice say "Yes, My Queen," or see Tylenia, a spark ; in her black eyes, take hold of something that had appeared beside ; her.
; ; Ekateryn was lost, tongues inside her front and back, eyes rolled up ; in her head, unseeing, hips bucking, pleasure overriding all ; thought. A second pair of hands gently brushed her cheeks. Her helmet ; was lifted off.
; ; "Close your eyes," Tylenia said in her ear.
; ; With effort, she rolled her eyes down, disobediently, to see what was ; being held in front of her face.
; ; A black hood.
; ; A Velthling's black hood.
; ; She began to speak, then gasped as the tongues within her turned, ; corkscrewing inside, robbing her of speech as she gave voice to her ; ecstasy. The hood moved towards her face.
; ; "Close your eyes."
; ; She closed her eyes.
; ; The hood was taut against her face, holding her eyes shut. It was ; pulled over and back until her entire head, save only her nose and ; mouth, was tightly bound.
; ; Tylenia, now behind her, began incanting as she laced it up. The hood ; pulled tighter and tighter with each lace, until the last one burned ; off in a flash and the back of the hood became seamless black.
; ; Ekateryn's golden red hair, protruding from beneath the hood, broke ; off and drifted to the floor.
; ; Ekateryn felt her thoughts dull. The hood was shrinking her mind, ; sealing it up, tightening over it as it had tightened over her ; head. She could feel her mind shriveling, her memories crumpling and ; disappearing, but she was too distracted by the tongues inside her to ; even know what thoughts they were. And too aroused, bucking and ; moaning, tongues inside her, to care.
; ; Someone was whispering in her ear, telling her things to say.
; ; She said them.
; ; "I give myself entirely to the Dark Queen."
; ; "I belong to her, body and mind and immortal soul, forever."
; ; "I swear my eternal obedience to her, to remake as she sees fit."
; ; "Mistress, I am open to you. Take me."
; ; There was a sudden pain, a burning across the bridge of her nose and ; over her eyes, and a smell of burned flesh.
; ; Then there was quiet. With wet slurping sounds, the tongues inside her ; withdrew, leaving her feeling hollow.
; ; Dripping, empty, she hung from the chains that had bound an angel.
; ; "Go to the village," she heard the Niflohu say. "I will join you there ; presently." She smelled the two Velthlings leaving, and then she was ; alone with the Niflohu. She sensed it wave its hand.
; ; With a rattle, the chains released her, and she dropped to her feet.
; ; "On your knees."
; ; She obeyed.
; ; Then there was the smell of pussy, just in front of her face. Her ; mouth opened involuntarily, but she stopped it. She had not been ; commanded.
; ; "You may," the Niflohu said.
; ; With vigor, she stuck out her tongue, lapping at the slick wet ; folds. The taste... it was as though she had been born for it. It was ; nectar, it was honey, it was ambrosia. Her whole mouth pushed into the ; lips before her, and she strained to work her tongue inside the source ; of her need.
; ; The Niflohu that she was adoring began to incant, but in no language ; that she recognized.
; ; Suddenly, her tongue began to swell. Eagerly, happily, she pushed it ; deeper into the pussy she was sucking on. It grew, and grew, and ; became more mobile and flexible, until she could undulate it ; inside. She did.
; ; The chanting stopped, although she continued to service the snatch she ; was attached to. She felt the Niflohu shudder, and cum.
; ; "Thank you, my Queen," the Niflohu said, breathlessly.
; ; A hand pushed on her forehead, and she reluctantly allowed her tongue ; to slide out of the cunt she had been enjoying. Sensing that she was ; to receive commands, she slid it back into her mouth.
; ; "We must find you some more suitable garments," the Niflohu said. "And ; we have a lot more recruiting to do." She walked to the cave mouth.
; ; "Come," she said.
; ; The Velthling hissed eagerly, and scampered after her.
; ; END 'Descent' ; ; END COMMENTS:
; ; I wanted to write a short piece, after all these big three and four ; parters I've done recently. This story is directly inspired by some ; naughty manga called "All Big Rabukyara No. 7", although not directly ; enough that anyone would recognize it without my say-so. I can't read ; Japanese, anyways. Also, of course, the work of Thrall is heavily ; reflected in this story, drawing from several of her stories but most ; blatantly 'Solitaire'. And there are echoes of trilby else's tales, ; most recently the marvelous supernatural 'Giveaway'. And since I've ; done demons ('Balphagor'), I figured it was time to give angels a ; whirl. ; ; ;