Shattered Shards: Sexual Summoning
#16 of Shattered Shards
Shattered Shards: Sexual Summoning
By Von Krieger
Chloe looked around at the various runic scribbles on the floor, walls and ceiling, the many candles, the small figurines, and of course the alter itself. The mouse found herself playing with her long blonde hair absently and nibbling her bottom lip in nervousness.
Not only did the ritual she was about to undertake have a great deal of risk, but it seemed like the responsibility of the entire world had been stacked upon her shoulders. The illegitimate daughter of the mage-king of Tharia, the Resperian army had set a legion of bounty hunters upon her trail.
The last skirmish had seen her lose several of her bodyguards, all of whom had been her companions for most of her life. The veterans had stayed behind to stall the hunting party, while allowing Chloe and the remains of her guard to escape.
The mouse girl fought back tears at the thought of her fallen friends. Not even a half dozen of her guard remained, and that was what worried her the most about the ritual.
They had no idea how far behind the bounty hunters were, and needing someone to actually cast the ritual and several individuals to provide the energy, while Chloe served as the focus, there would be no one to watch the perimeter.
With her father struck down and the beautiful spires of Tharia in ruins, the mage-army falling under the sheer numbers of the xenophobic Resperians, the only hope was to call for divine intervention.
Detailed in a series of tomes whose locations and contents where known only to those with royal blood, there were rituals detailed for calling upon and summoning direct manifestations of all the gods and goddesses of the Tharian pantheon.
Of all of them, only a handful did not involve mass bloodshed, the sacrifice of incredible wealth, a specific celestial event, or were to call divine beings whose actions would result in horrors worse than the Resperians would inflict upon Tharia.
With only a handful that Chloe could call upon, none had the strength to turn the tide of the battle, save for one. She shivered at the thought of it once more. Krygar dwelt in the Abyss, before ascending to goddesshood she had been a demon. She was regarded as loving, caring, and kind, one of the three Tharian high gods of fertility and bounty, but she was still a demon.
And the ritual to call her was an orgy, centered on a single individual. For the eight hours it took to invoke the incantation, Chloe would be placed on the large, oaken table that they had found to use as an altar, and she would be taken in various ways by four of the five remaining members of her guard.
She did not fear the intimacy with her guards, for Tharians knew well the distractions that the unsatiated body could inflict upon an otherwise keen mind. She had lain with three of the four that were to pleasure her today, and she would enjoy their pleasures in the future if all went well.
But she had never had more than one lover at once. Nor did she know if there would be problems between the four once the ritual began. The text had detailed that after a certain point they would be overcome by lust, unable to stop until the ritual's end, no matter what Chloe did.
The ritual's magic would also confine her to the altar, so if the bounty hunters broke in and discovered them, they would be completely unable to defend themselves.
But what worried Chloe the most was the knowledge that she had kept to herself of the ritual, that by taking part in it she marked herself as Krygar's property for all eternity. The purpose of this ritual was, in effect, to make Chloe a sacrifice to the goddess of lust and fertility.
The mouse whimpered softly and adjusted her clothing, the herbal concoctions she had been required to ingest had brought out a burning, aching, lustful need within her. It would be an hour yet before the potions had taken effect fully in all five ritual focuses.
Chloe jumped as a hand fell on her shoulder. She looked up to find the Captain of the Guard, Kelton, standing behind her, a look of concern on his face.
The otter was the only one left of the original twenty four guards that had been assigned to her upon her birth. Some had taken other jobs, some had retired, but at the start of the war thirteen of them still accompanied her, now there was only Kelton, three veterans, and a rookie.
"You don't have to do this." The otter said, once more reminding Chloe of potential other paths, "Xyos is only two weeks' ride, the dragonmen have no love for the Resperians."
Chloe shook her head, "We've been over this. The swirling desert is filled with magics even my father could not penetrate; they could lead us around in circles, or in one side and out the other. Our success would be held hostage to the whim of the great sand dragons. I cannot risk the lands and the people that we would lose to additional weeks of siege and slaughter."
The otter nodded; the hand on her shoulder replaced by a pair of arms around her middle.
"I hope that you know what you are doing, my lady. I warn you against this course of action once more, but if it is your decision to place yourself in such grand risk, then I have no choice but to follow your lead and do my best to aid you."
Chloe sighed softly and turned, returning the male's embrace. She had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from thrusting it into his muzzle; regardless she pressed herself needfully against him, the effects of the potions.
Kelton had been the one that instructed her on the art of lovemaking, not willing to risk a lust-crafter disguising themselves as a tutor bewitching her mind. He had been her first lover, and her best.
"I... I can't see any other way to save Tharia than to call upon Krygar and beg her aid. She is a goddess of life and love, she will not stand idly by as her children are murdered."
The otter nodded and gave the mouse a peck on the cheek, "I can only pray that you are right."
-o-
The ritual had begun; the otter standing some distance away, seated upon a stool with a podium before him, the incantation that he was to read spread before him, an hourglass placed nearby that counted off the ten minute span that he needed to wait between readings.
Chloe had succumbed to the effects of the elixir a good half hour before. She lay upon the banquet table with half-lidded eyes, her mind wrapped in a lustful, dreamy fog. She moaned softly as she fingered herself lazily, her thumb running gentle circles over her clit, her other handpaw resting behind her head.
The remaining four guards had been given more diluted versions of the potion, it had been an uncomfortable wait, their erections standing at full attention for the last thirty minutes, made all the worse as they had to remain in their sections of the spell circle without touching themselves, having to watch their charge enjoy herself all the while.
Taryn was the first to receive a nod from his commander. The youthful squirrel scarcely able to contain himself as he climbed onto the table, his gray facial fur fluffed in a blush as he approached the princess.
The squirrel had been the newest member of Chloe's guard, and as such she had yet to invite him to her bed. She rolled over onto her middle, crawling towards him. Taryn paused, his flighty instincts telling him to dart away, but his loyalty holding him fast.
As a result he was tackled by the small white mouse femme, the princess's muzzle quickly engulfing his member, long, thin, and smooth. She suckled upon him greedily, only the potion he drank giving him the staying power to prevent his climax from occurring the moment her warm tongue met his cockflesh.
He reached down, gently taking her large ears in his grip, guiding her as he bucked his hips, thrusting into her eager, hungry mouth. He grinned, delighted in having a moment with the beautiful princess all to himself.
Chloe moaned softly, unable to move her head away, unable to relinquish the squirrel's cock for the few moments that would be required to transition from oral to vaginal sex. Her body craved penetration through any means necessary, and it had been easiest to wrap her lips around the young male's member.
Hearing her whimpered need, Taryn managed to gently coax the mouse from his member, a finger beneath her chin persuading her to rise onto her knees, allowing the young soldier to meet her lips for a kiss, as well as positioning her so that Chloe could be given what she craved so badly.
The mouse's fingers still remained within her as Taryn added his girth to her sex, the potion's effects on the young mousie allowing her to stretch comfortable to take on nearly anything. Supposedly even a fully grown dragon could penetrate her without harm, though the diagram in the book had looked rather like the proud reptile wearing a furre for a condom.
After a few moments Chloe removed her fingers, bringing them between Taryn's mouth and her own; the two rodents quickly licking them clean of the sweetness that had accumulate there.
Unable to climax on her own, a few moments with a cock inside her brought her to reach her first orgasm. Her ecstatic moan of pleasure seeming to be the trigger that made the circle glow, a wall of silver-blue energy shimmering for a moment.
As Chloe climaxed energies surged through herself and her lover, bringing the young squirrel to climax as well, her sex coaxing every last drop of seed that it could from him. He withdrew only when the tight, magically enhanced muscles of her cunny allowed him to.
"More," she whispered, "I need more."
Chloe licked her lips and she pounced the squirrel once again, taking his still erect member into her mouth. Taryn's erection, as well as those of the other guards, would not cease until the effects of the potion wore off. There were tales of mad King Garnick in the fifth century using such a potion to impregnate fifty of his concubines in one night, making a tangle of the succession of the throne for centuries to come.
The chanting otter gave a nod to the next of the guards, a mighty red-scaled dragon named Hiron. The dragon grinned and he climbed onto the table, his long, thick shaft dripping and eager to impale the mouse upon it.
He gripped his mistress' hips and thrust into her sex, not minding the added slickness provided by the squirrel's climax. It was not the first time the two had shared a lover. Hiron rather preferred going second, letting his smaller friend getting the girl warmed up to take his generous shaft.
Chloe let out several soft squeaks as he entered her, the dragon's length encircled in several places by bumps and swellings. Dragons could breed with anything, and thus by magic or nature their members were designed to give wondrous pleasure to nearly anything with a compatible female sex.
While tall, Hiron was not large, his body sleek and sinuous like a serpent. His taloned hands found their way to the mouse's small breasts. His tall frame and long neck allowed him to lean over to the squirrel, his tongue slipping into the younger guard's mouth. They did not merely share lovers, but also one another, often sharing a bed roll.
Between the two, Chloe shivered; she had never known such wonderful, bountiful pleasure. Her entire body began to feel hot, the sensations of need from her sex began to spread until every fiber of her being ached with desire, longing to be caressed, filled, used, covered with seed.
She suckled hungrily upon the squirrel's cock, her belly rumbling, demanding to be filled. It was a terrible hunger that countered the pleasure, made her suffer in return for the sweet sensation. It felt like an eternity before Taryn climaxed once more, giving Chloe the thick warmth that her belly craved.
But it wasn't enough, it was nowhere near enough. She cried out with despair as the squirrel pulled his cock from between her lips, though it was quickly replaced by another.
Black, thick, and already covered in sweet precum, Chloe did not need to open her eyes in order to know the identity of the male before her. Garrett, the northern warrior, his black and white fur marred by many scars, his powerfully built body the one that most often was the one she pressed up against at night. The husky her strongest guard, skilled in unarmed combat, his scars from wrestling the bears and great snow cats of the north.
She had long ago grown familiar with every inch of his length, from the tapering tip to the thick knot that swelled at the base. No longer so needy she caressed the swollen knot with her tongue, using her lips to tease and pleasure the canine shaft.
She shivered as Hiron tensed, the dragon adding his seed to the squirrel's contribution, filling her greedy womb. Not a single drop of seed escaped from between her nether lips, her body enchanted to soak it up like a sponge, to utilize the powerful forces of creation contained within. Such would be the fuel for her grand summoning spell.
The dragon continued to thrust into her sex, though he seemed oddly positioned, not able to fully enter her. The mouse discovered why a moment later, as she found her tailhole filled by the young squirrel.
She had never had any interest in that kind of lovemaking before, but once Taryn was hilted within her, she knew that she would be begging for it in the future.
Chloe still ached, still yearned for more, but she was unsure how she could take on a fourth male. She did not have to worry long, as her climax approached, the tendrils of magic leaped from her to her guards, making each of the three erupt simultaneously, their sweet, wonderful seed flowing into her. But Chloe still craved, needed, demanded more.
She was lifted up, her rump virtually impaled upon Garret's cock, his knot making an audible pop as it pushed into her. He lay back on the table, letting Chloe rest atop him as the dragon and squirrel shifted their positions.
The squirrel buried himself within her sex once more; the dragon standing over her belly, his long, slender length nestled between her breasts. She arched her back, opening her eyes, only to find her head gripped between a pair of powerful striped handpaws.
Eyrole's strange spined length found its way into her maw. The tiger's shaft had always intimidated her somewhat with its odd spines. While it had never been uncomfortable, it had always felt awkward, her sex was not a feline's, and the points never had their intended effect.
But between her lips, rather than her netherlips it was sheer bliss, so much to explore with her tongue, to tickle the roof of her mouth as he thrust into her. She cherished the sensations, the tiger being a rather straight-laced member of the nobility, never expressing an interest in a sexual encounter beyond the norm. Perhaps this would coax him towards such wonders in the future?
With all five of the participants within the circle, the magic began to intensify. Time became a blur for them all. It was not mindless pleasure, but rather pleasure that they had no control over. It was as if some outside force guided them, telling them what to do, where to move to next, what combination of pleasures to experience next.
Though Chloe was the centerpiece, the four guards soon began to pleasure each other as well. Two focused on the mouse at all times, allowing for two to occasionally part, to experience the delights of each other's bodies for a time before returning to their mistress.
The mouse felt strange, her spirit stretched. Soon it seemed she could feel the lovemaking, not merely from her own flesh, but experiencing the sensation of each cock that drove into her. It built from there, and soon she could feel every sensation that went on in the circle, each caress, each climax, all of it flowing into her, flooding her with seed and with energy.
Climax after climax rocked the four guards and the young mage-princess, but the pleasure was always building, always surging towards newer, grander heights of enjoyment and delight.
The circle was not enough to contain the full energies of the ritual, sexual energy leaked from it, coaxing Kelton to idly stroke himself while watching the timer. The act growing to full on frantic masturbation as the hours passed, not even stopping as he chanted. The ritual undertook a life of its own, the otter no longer needing the timer to know when to say the words, his sexual energies flowing into Chloe as well.
-o-
Outside the sun made its journey across the sky, sinking towards the horizon as the orgiastic summoning grew closer and closer to completion. Arcane energies illuminated the mansion, making it a beacon for all to see.
The old wooden doors did not stand up for long under the assault of steel-plated fists. The thick carpets could not muffle the sounds of heavy footsteps at a run. The barricade that prevented entry into the old dining hall could not withstand the might of dozens of Resperian knights, all eager to destroy the wicked sorceress that drew upon sinister powers so arrogantly, not caring who saw evidence of her dark sorceries.
A towering figure strode into the dining hall, his polished armor covered with a thick, black cloak. "Slaughter the witch and her lecherous retune, let them pass onto the next world entangled in their sin." He ordered.
-o-
The sounds went unheard, the presence of their foes unnoticed, their oncoming deaths not even acknowledged. As the archers drew back their bowstrings six voices cried out as one as they climaxed, something giving way inside Chloe, allowing the sheer power gathered within her to erupt forth in a fluid cascade. Blinding light surged from her body, filling the room for a brief moment before passing through the walls, sweeping over all of Tharia.
She opened her eyes, her body no longer demanding sex. Only the pleasant ache of tired muscles remaining. She sat up, her body covered with hot, sticky seed, her lovers laying beside her, unconscious their bodies unable to contain the power that had burst forth from Chloe.
The mouse sat up, an unfamiliar weight upon her chest. She looked down, finding that her breasts had grown a great deal, and that there were four of them.
She put a hand to her temple, feeling an unfamiliar pressure, finding a small, pointed horn upon each of them.
Her other hand slipped over her well-rounded, seed filled belly, down to her loins where a strange ache was centered. She gripped her half-erect shaft, felt her furred sheath and heavy balls.
"If you stroke it more than twice, you're playing with it." Purred a melodious feminine voice from beside Chloe.
The mouse spun her head, seeing the new figure standing at the rooms entrance, looking down at a number of fallen figures clad in bright armor. Her red and maroon fur formed stripes and a mask upon her face, a rounded belly like Chloe's own was flanked by four breasts, each sporting four nipples, as well as four more breasts above it.
The tail and wings betrayed her heritage, not as a raccoon, but as a demon; bright red and deep black feathers upon her large wings, her tail spade-tipped, that of a sinister dragon.
Chloe's eyes would only focus upon one feature at a time, fixating upon the raccoon-demon's large udder, upon her four spiraling horns, upon her huge, thick, beautiful cock, upon the strange adornment upon her forehead, rather like the slit of a vagina surrounded by eight small tendrils.
"Not rather like dear, that's what it is." Krygar said with a smile, striding over to the table upon her odd feet, half like the claws of a predatory creature and half the hooves of a placid bovine.
She offered Chloe a hand, helping the shy mouse down off the table.
"You've summoned me, dear one; you have given yourself to me. I know what it is you want in return, all you need is to give it voice, and our deal will be done." She whispered, a clawed fingertip coaxing stray strands of hair from Chloe's face.
The touch made the mouse moan, made her lean towards it, craving more from her goddess.
"Th-the war with the Resperians, I... I need you to bring a stop to it. Th-they are too many, even with our magics..." she whimpered, awed and terrified by the goddess.
Krygar stroked Chloe's chin, her lips parting to give a fanged grin that somehow managed to be comforting, and not frightening. She pulled the mouse into her embrace, Chloe sighing contentedly at the feelings of pleasure and comfort that washed over her. Nothing mattered anymore, she had spoken what she desired, and now she belonged to the demon-goddess.
"War is not my domain, little mage-ling," she purred, "I cannot end a war."
Chloe's eyes widened and she snuffled softly.
"I cannot banish the invaders, nor can I turn their minds to peace, or slay them where they stand. My powers are those of life, birth, and fertility."
She chuckled, the sound a deep, pleasant rumble.
"So I will not banish the invaders. I will not make them desire peace. I will not smite them to ashes."
Her forked tongue slid over her lips and she released Chloe. The demon strode over to where the cloaked leader of the Resperian hunters lay unconscious, placing a hand upon his shoulder. The armored figure began to glow, levitating up into the air.
"I cannot destroy, but I can create." She said, her eyes glowing a soft purple, the same as the aura around the floating Resperian.
Powerful muscle faded away, expertly forged armor melted away, leaving scant protection for the warrior's bared skin that now showed. Chloe watched in fascination as the powerful human man was reformed into a powerful human woman. The Resperian's eyes fluttered and she opened them, revealing purple irises.
She let out a soft moan, gauntleted hands tearing away her full-plate bikini, caressing her large, full breasts.
Krygar grinned and tore off her mailed skirt, revealing a thick, erect cock, the former knight wrapping her fingers around it, stroking frantically.
"All the warriors within your land will never be able to raise a blade against any non-human. There are no men, there are no women, all who pillage your land are now both. In the presence of any creature not of their own race, be they man or beast, they will crave sex."
"Each time they act upon their lust, they will gain a feature of that which has mated them. They will become subservient to such a creature. They will produce offspring for any creature that desires them, one of and litter they carry will be born as they are, the rest pure creatures of the kind that fills them with seed. Any female with whom they sire offspring will have a healthy litter of her own kind."
With a snap of her fingers a blinding purple light poured forth from the demoness, spreading over the room as the flash that summoned her had, out into the night, acting upon the unconscious invaders throughout all of Tharia.
The goddess smiled, "Enjoy your new pleasure pets, my dear, enjoy your new familiars, servants, slaves, sex toys, whatever you desire them to be."
Krygar bowed and began to walk away, stepping over moaning, hermaphroditic Resperians.
"W-wait!" cried Chloe, darting after the demoness, "The ritual said that I become a sacrifice to you, that I become yours."
Krygar turned and smiled, kneeling down to plant a kiss upon the mouse's lips. "You are, my dear, your body bears my gifts, and in time you will grow to have more of them."
"B-but..." Chloe gasped.
"But Tharia needs its queen. You will rule with the care and kindness that is needed to rebuild."
The mouse moaned softly as she felt the demoness within her mind.
"But when their queen rests, her dreams will take her to my court. While her body recovers from the wears of the day and regal life, her spirit will come to service her goddess, to learn the new powers that she holds as a demon-priestess of Krygar and as a Tharian Mage-Queen."
The demon purred, teasing Chloe's ear with her forked tongue.
"Would you like that, my pet?"
The mouse's eyes filled with tears of joy and she nodded rapidly, unable to form words as her throat clenched with emotion.
Krygar turned, her tail caressing Chloe's leg as she walked away.
"You guards will awaken soon. I do believe that there is enough after effect of the potion to allow them to help introduce the first regiment of monster maidens into the Royal Guard." She purred.
Chloe felt her new member stirring to arousal as she could scent the need of the altered Resperians in the air, Monster Maidens, they were now called.
"I am sure that the queen would like to get to know many of her newest subjects." The goddess said with a chuckle as her physical form began to fade.
"Oh yes," purred Chloe, her lips parting to reveal a fanged grin, "Their queen wishes to know them, quite intimately."