Remembering Loss
#7 of Lusts of Faerun
Kree dropped the remains of the vulture-like Vrock and let them fall to the floor in a miserable, feathery heap. Fury blazed in his eyes. His palace, his home, was being invaded. He stormed down a long corridor, lobbing spheres of acid and lightning at any creature foolish enough to stand in his way. A Bezikira, a Hellcat, cross his path and he grasped it by the back of the neck, slamming it into a nearby wall until its head stopped making cracking sounds and simply made a wet splat. He grasped its tail with both hands and slid one down the length of its spine, rending its body away from its backbone. He hurled the wet mess over his shoulder and employed the flexible spine as a whip, wrapping it around the neck of a nearby traitorous Drow and strangling him to death, relishing the wet choking noises he made before smashing him against the ceiling, leaving a bloody mess to fall to the floor.
He turned a corner and a saw-toothed glaive bit into his hide. A vicious backhand sent the offending Bearded Devil sprawling. It started to stand but he stomped its chest, resulting in a sick crack as its ribcage began to cave in. He stomped again, and again, and again, until he felt the floor beneath his foot. He shook the gore from his foot and wrenched the glaive from his chest, spitting on the peon's remains. He gave a furious roar.
"PEONS!!! THIS is what the Supreme Chancellor sends to kill me!? WORTHLESS CRETINS!? I will FEAST upon you ALL and RIP the Chancellor's head from his shoulders!!!"
He rounded a corner and found himself eyeing a strange, humanoid dragon creature. Its skin was brilliant red and it was almost as tall as he was, though not nearly as muscular or imposing. The wretch wasted no time in attacking, charging him and lashing out with its wicked sting. He grasped its tail and used it as a handle, swing it about and slamming it into the walls and ceiling before taking its head in his huge hand and giving a casual flick, snapping its neck without effort. He stared at the remains for a moment, pondering, even as some foolish wizard's lightning bolt smashed harmlessly against his wards.
"So, Tiamat has turned against me as well... So be it! I'll kill that bitch as well, and add her domain to my own!"
He turned and threw his own lightning bolt, which tore through the spell-caster's defenses like tissue paper and sent him flying through the air to land in a quivering, twitching heap of scorched flesh. He stormed down the hallway to his council chambers, grabbing a fleeing Ice Devil.
"Devils and Demons alike conspire against me," he roared, "For what purpose!?"
The mantis-like creature squirmed in his grasp.
"Please...my lord... I do not know."
It squealed wonderfully when he stopped and slammed it into a wall.
"YOU DO KNOW!!! And you will TELL me or I will devour you ALIVE!!"
It grasped at his arm pathetically, trying to free its self.
"A... t-t-traitor," it managed around the crushing grip.
Kree eased up somewhat, his voice dropping to a deadly calm.
"A traitor? Someone has dared to betray me?"
He growled at the thought.
"Then I will eat well this night. To whom? Tell me who has conspired against me and your suffering will end!"
The creature's mandibles clacked rapidly for a moment.
"The Lord High Priest, my lord. Nalsheth desires your end."
Kree was taken aback; he almost dropped the wretched thing. Why would Nalsheth, his co-conspirator, desire his downfall?
"Why," he asked, "Tell me why. Why would my former ally seek my head?"
"His queen, and thus he, have made another alliance, my lord. They have allied themselves with another Queen, one who seeks vengeance upon you for stealing her dark-skinned children, my lord."
"Lolth," he snarled, "So, the spidery bitch wants her toys back, does she?"
The insectoid fiend in his hand nodded.
"A temporary alliance, to my understanding, oh Lord. In exchange, Lolth promises a more lasting allegiance; she promises one of her daughters to Tiamat's favored consort as a sign of good will, my liege."
The Pit Fiend's eyes narrowed and he squeezed tighter.
"B-b-but, my LORD! You p-p-promised to release me!"
Kree grinned an evil smile.
"I promised no such thing. I vowed your suffering would end. And so it shall."
When the creature stopped struggling he dropped it to the floor. He heard footsteps behind him and turned, eyes blazing, before relaxing as his closest general, a dragon-like Cornugon or Horned Devil known as Razrfiend approached and bowed. Kree snorted.
"It would seem that not all my servants are so disloyal."
Razrfiend's wings twitched, his tail lashing behind him as he looked up.
"No indeed, Great One. I have ever been, and ever shall be, loyal until death and beyond."
Kree nodded, pleased.
"Very well then. Ready that exquisite chain of yours. It is time we take back my palace."
As the last pitiful invader, a Marilyth (six-armed snake women, a favored consort amongst some Demons) fell to the floor in several pieces Kree nodded.
"Rally the troops, Razr. It is time to end this charade."
A roar ended his words and a blast of fire screamed into the room, enveloping them both. When it ended the two powerful Devils merely look at each other a laughed.
"Nalsheth! You should know better than to wield fire against a Son of the Nine Hells!"
The dragon landed with a boom on the great landing pad outside, designed for winged emissaries. He smirked, causing the two Devils to frown.
"But a diversion, Kree. I assure you."
Razrfiend roared as a silver spear point emerged from his chest. Kree began to go to his aid before a muscular tail slammed him to the ground.
"Ah ah," the dragon sneered, "We mustn't have you striking your lady fair!"
Nincaled tore the spear from Razr's back, letting him fall to the ground moaning, and smirked at the Pit Fiend.
"Hello, love," she taunted, "Did you miss me?"
"NINCALED!? But..."
Why," she interrupted, frowning now, "You ask why? You are a fool! As if a proud demon could EVER come to love a wretched thing such as yourself! Not even a Tannari. Pathetic!"
Kree shook his head.
"No...a lie..."
The succubus laughed.
"Why would I lie to you now, now that your are beaten? Every moment I was forced to allow your dick into me was agony! Every time I took your flesh into my mouth I wanted nothing more than to bite it off! I will never get the taste of Devil-cum out of my mouth, nor the wreak of rutting Baatezu."
She shuddered dramatically as Kree rushed her, only to be smashed into a wall by the same muscular tail. The bitch drove her silver-tipped spear into his thigh, causing him to gasp in agony, as the red dragon chuckled.
"Perhaps I can wash the taste from your mouth, oh Lovely One."
The two fiends watched, Nincaled twisting her spear excitedly, causing it to tear his flesh, as Nalsheth began shrinking, shape-shifting into the form of a tall, muscular human nearly thirteen feet in height and as broad as a dray horse. His skin was still a pale pink, his hair the same blazing crimson his scales had been a moment before. He stood nude, his impressive dick reaching nearly to his chest and as thick as the succubus' wrist. She stared at it, drooling, until Kree began to stand again and she was forced to turn her attentions to him. She tore out her spear and drove it into his shoulder, causing him to roar in pain as the silver tip planted its self into the obsidian wall behind him. They both laughed as she ran to the dragon-turned-human, jumping into his embrace and wrapping her legs around his waist. Their lips met as they suckled at each other almost desperately, and Kree stared on, his heart felling as though it had been torn asunder. A single acidic tear traced a bleeding line down his cheek.
Ninc dropped to the floor and went to wrap her lips around that pulsing dick, but a large hand intervened. She looked up at Nalsheth questioningly and he chuckled.
"Lets not risk injuring that pretty mouth of yours, hmm? I would prefer another organ suckle at my cock."
She squealed gleefully, and began to turn around when she saw Kree struggling in vain to pull the spear form his flesh. He hurled a bolt of lightning at him. It tore apart his shields and caused his body to quiver before collapsing in a heap.
"Be still, inadequate one! Watch and see how a REAL man fills a woman!"
She bent and looked enticingly over her shoulder at the now-human behind her, who put his chin in his hand and grinned. Her thin tail moved to one side and he slapped her ass as if to judge its elasticity, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her. He gripped his cock with his left hand and gave it a few short pumps before pressing it against her entrance.
"Ready," he asked.
"Tear me in half," she moaned.
He almost did, slamming his entire length into her in one sudden thrust. She screamed in mixed pleasure and agony, the tip of his dick well inside her womb. He let out a shuddering breath.
"So TIGHT! No wonder Kree so enjoyed your company."
She took a few breaths.
"I doubt it was so tight for him; height is not the only way he didn't 'measure up'."
Nal laughed and began trusting into her, pulling half of his length out before slamming forward again, rocking her forward. She groaned every time their hips slapped together and clenched her tight folds around him when he pulled out to make it feel as if she WAS sucking him in. He grasped her hips for better leverage and increased his speed, slamming into her as fast as possible. She moaned and writhed beneath him.
"Yeah...yeah...fuck me....fuck me in half..."
He fell to his knees, forcing her down to hers as well. A trickle of blood oozed out around his cock as he forced her open wider than she had ever been before. His hands moved to her horns, pulling her backwards onto him. He pulled out to the tip before hilting himself, causing them to both scream. He did it again, and again, and felt a terrible pressure build at the base of his fuck-rod. He pulled out and order her to get on her back. She rolled over and opened her mouth, her fingers dipping into her self, massaging her clit and G-spot as only she could.
He grasped his dick as tightly as he dared and started jacking off, her blood and inner fluids lubricating his length and allowing his hand to move at a blur. He moaned and groaned as her free hand massaged the baseball-sized balls hanging just above her abdomen. He roared and a gush of sticky white cum exploded from the tip of his cocked, coating her face and filling her mouth. She swallowed and opened her mouth again, only to have it filled once more with sticky cum. Finally he stopped; her face and chest were painted white and the thick goop oozed down her belly as she sat up. She ran a hand up her face as she stood, smearing the heavy seed into her raven hair. She strode over to Kree and spat a huge wad of cum into his face, swallowing the rest.
As she gazed upon his cum-covered face an idea struck her. He wrenched the spear form his shoulder and tossed it aside casually, allowing him to slide to the ground. She grabbed his tail and dragged his limp, not-quite-dead form over to where Nalsheth sat recovering. She kicked him savagely, rolling him onto his belly, and sat on his back so his tail was pinned beneath her, the tip penetrating her. She spread his ass wide as she bounced on it.
"Wanna fuck something even tighter?"
The once-dragon laughed uproariously, his dick jumping in excitement. He positioned himself behind the fallen fiend, his dick pressing against the poor creature's virgin tail-hole.
"Don't worry," he said, venom dripping form his words, "This will only hurt...a lot."
An agonized roar rippled through the underground city, causing the survivors of the brutal assault to quake in fear.