“Oh, god,” Tina squeaked. “What’s going on? What is this?”
“Calm down,” Jane snapped. “You’re not helping.”
“Hey! I—”
“What she means,” Dan said, “is that there’s clearly nothing any of us can do right now. Whatever this is, it’s taking us farther into the forest. All we can do is remain calm and keep control of our minds.”
“Just sit here and do nothing?” Jane said. “Fuck that.”
“That’s exactly what I mean,” her brother said calmly. “Did you notice how peaceful they seemed to think all this was.” He nodded toward the mesmerized adults in the front seats. “They eased right into it, let it take over.”
“The same might apply to us,” Tina said. “I felt afraid the moment I saw the wasteland. We give into that, and it gets us the same way.”
“Well, I’m not afraid,” Jane said.
“Maybe not,” her brother said. “But whatever it is that’s been gnawing at you, whatever seems easy right now, is what you need to not do.”
Jane opened her mouth to retort, but then shut it again. He was right. She was afraid, but doubted she was afraid in the same way her brother and sister were. She needed to take her own advice and get a grip. “Ok, so what now?”
“I guess we could keep a look out for anything that might give us clues about where we are or where we’re going,” Tina said, digging out her notebook.
“You’re gonna make a field journal?” Jane asked.
“Sure,” her sister said. “Why not? You see anything of note, let me know, and I’ll write it down. When we get wherever we’re going, we’re going to need to know as much about this place as possible. If we forget anything…”
“We’ll have a guidebook or even a map,” Dan said. “Good thinking.”
As they bumped down the road, Dan kept track of their direction and speed, scribbling a crude little map on the inside cover of the notebook, while Tina took notes. Every so often, the younger siblings would point out landmarks, and Tina would jot them down. Soon, the matchstick-like trees gave way to gnarled, more sinister flora, equally as blackened, but more expansive to the point out where the trees seemed to be reaching out for them with sharp, bony fingers. Jane pointed out the window at what they could only describe as a giant spider. It had something large cocooned in ropy spider silk, but the car zipped past before they could get a proper look. “Giant spiders?” Tina pulled her hands out of the sleeves of her oversize sweater and rubbed her face. “What’d we get sucked into someone’s D&D?” Dan snickered, glad for the brief moment of levity.
“Eh?” Jane said.
“It’s a game,” Tina said. “You know: swords and sorcery, might and magic?”
“Oh. How do people usually do giant spiders?” The car went silent again. “That bad, huh?”
“Not really, but usually your characters are magical or are, you know, armed,” Dan said, suddenly wishing he hadn’t left his knife in his luggage.
“So I should learn some magic,” Jane said dryly.
Tina held up a finger. “Well, actually, giant spiders are resistant to magic, so—”
Jane interrupted with a sigh. “Just forget I asked, ok?”
Gradually, the car began to bump as the paved road gave way to a dirt and gravel drive. Up ahead, the siblings saw an end to the menacing archway of trees. Tina took in a deep breath to calm her nerves. When the car cleared the trees, their spirits sank. A house stood up ahead, but as they drew closer they realized it was less a house than a mansion, looming large and dark, leafless brambles scaling its eerily smooth stone walls as if the it were almost a natural feature of the woods.
“Oh, come on!” Jane complained as her father pulled the car to a stop in front. “That’s obviously a haunted castle!”
“Right?” Dan said, sketching the main features as well and quickly as he could.
“This is wrong,” Tina said. “Wrong, wrong, wrong.”
“Oh, now kids,” their father spoke for the first time in what seemed like hours. “I know this hasn’t been ideal, but just look at this place!” He spread his arms out as if the grand beauty of the place was some grand chateau.
“Yeah, Tina,” Jane smirked, slipping on a sweatshirt to battle the chill coming from the creepy forest. “Just look at it.” Tina just shook her head.
“Uh, someone’s coming out,” Dan said, noticing the great, iron doors creak open.
“Oh, good!” Donna said. “It must be the valet.”
To the siblings’ surprise, the man who strode out to greet them was no caped dracula or monosyllabic monster butler, but a man of indeterminate age with a sharply angular, clean-cut face and dressed in an immaculate, black three-piece suit. “Greetings!” he said in a voice that sounded of honey, brandy, and a warm hearth, with a significant upper-crust cadence. But what else was to be expected from someone living in such an estate? Jane saw her brother take a small step back.
“How do you do?” their father greeted the man, shaking his hand.
“Well. Thank you,” the man said. “And you, madame?”
“Very well, thank you for asking,” Donna said, and the man took her hand and placed a gentlemanly kiss on her fingers.
“Charmed,” the man said. Howard turned to unlock the trunk of the car, but the man protested. “Oh, sir. You needn’t bother. I will have the servants take the car around to garage and bring your luggage to your rooms.” He raised his forearm effetely and snapped his fingers. Instantly, a man in a tuxedo materialized from within the house.
As he approached, Tina noticed that this second man, bald and slim, wore a mask, plain and white, with just a hint of gloss. “That’s certainly odd,” she said, futilely hoping that her parents would notice and snap out of whatever trance they seemed to be in.
“Ah, indeed,” the man said. “An ancient tradition, actually, from the old country.”
“What country is that, exactly?” Jane asked.
“I apologize,” Donna said to the man. “Kids today….”
“Oh!” the man dismissed the apology with a wave of his long, slender fingers. “No need to apologize, my dear. Natural curiosity and skepticism is a mark of the young. Indeed, it may be what keeps the human race going.”
Howard gave his daughters a look that told them to be silent. “You’re too kind, mister…”
“Magister d’X,” the man said, pronouncing his name ‘deex.’ “Master of Chateau d’X, at your service.”
“My!” Donna said, holding a hand to her heart. “I didn’t expect such a regal reception.”
“Nonsense,” the man said. “We receive guests rarely, and it is only proper to make sure they feel welcome.”
The servant approached, performed a half bow, and without a word held out a white-gloved hand. Howard placed the car keys in the man’s palm. Without a moment’s delay, the servant climbed behind the wheel of the car and drove away, circling behind the mansion. Monsieur D’X turned gracefully toward the chateau, and Howard and Donna followed. The siblings paused a moment and then Tina, looking over her shoulder and remembering the giant spiders, made the first step. Dan shoved his hands in his pockets and went next. Jane tucked her candy-apple red hair behind her ear and let her eyes drift upward, taking in the castle. She felt eyes on her and searched the windows, but found no one watching. Turning on her heel, she faced the forest and caught only the gnarled trees looming darkly. Walking backward toward the house, she scanned the tree line, but still found nothing. Turning again, she jogged to catch up with her brother.
The inside of the castle was not what Jane had expected. Oak, mahogany and ebony, smooth and polished to an almost metallic sheen, greeted them at every turn—and there were a lot of them. By the time they had passed through the foyer, the main atrium, and into the guest wing, Dan had completely lost track of their path. It certainly wasn’t the most conventional layout. He tried reversing their progress in his head, but couldn’t seem to draw a mental map. He could go for walks in miles of unexplored forest without a map and find his way back to camp, but he doubted he could find the front door to this house. He knew something was still affecting his memory, but even this worried him. He looked forward and noticed that his sister was not looking for the exit, but at the servants, all identical to the first, and who seemed present in every room, waiting upon the whim of their master.
Tina was indeed curious about these masked figures. Some appeared to be awaiting instructions, and others were going about typical kitchen and cleaning duties. Yet there were a few who simply stood like statues, and almost always in front of doors. Her better judgment told her not to ask what lay beyond, so she filed the questions away for later.
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Jane found something off-putting about the atmosphere inside the house. At first, there was a general disappointment that the mansion wasn’t nearly as spooky or scary as she’d expected it to be. The servants were weird and the inability to remember the way back to the front door was disconcerting, but given everything else about the place and its surroundings, none of that was surprising. What drew her attention was the lighting. Chandeliers and wall fixtures glowed with electric consistency, but nowhere could she find evidence of wiring or switches. There were no power lines outside, so the question became, what lit the castle?
Eventually, the magister led them to a hallway with one solid wooden door on either side and one at the end. “We each get our own room?” Jane asked, momentarily forgetting that she was in a spooky castle.
“It would simply not do to crowd our guests. However,” he added, “there are only three rooms available. You and your sister can share a room, I trust?” Jane shrugged. “Then, never let it be said that the Master of Chateau d’X was anything less than generous.” He opened the first door. Inside, a hearth, already lit, cast a golden glow onto the two giant suits of armor that flanked the door. The massive bed was seemingly made of onyx, but there was something odd about it, as none of the light from the hearth seemed to reflect off of its polished surfaces. A large blue carpet with gold embroidery and tassels lay across the floor. The bed sat betwixt bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling, to the edge of each wall, and to the edge of the hearth. Ladders on wheels ran on tracks, allowing easy access to every book in the room. Tina let out a squeaking breath and stepped in. Dan grabbed the sleeve of her sweater, and when she turned he gave her a concerned eye. “Quite right, young master,” d’X said, having observed the silent exchange. “Why don’t we view our other accommodations?” A servant appeared as if out of the ether, and d’X instructed the masked figure, “Please bring the young lady’s belongings to this room. Fresh candles, as well. I suspect she prefers to while away her late nights immersed in books, given her excitement.” The servant bowed and departed.
Tina blushed and said softly, “Thank you.”
“Think nothing of it,” d’X said. “I believe you will find this library adequately stocked.”
“This library?” Tina said. “You have more than one?.”
D’X simply smiled a pencil thin smile and opened the next door. Dan looked in, and shrugged. A small, simple bed lay in the corner, a squarish chest at its foot. Aside from a bedside table and a dresser with a mirror, the room was devoid of furniture, its only other distinguishing characteristic being a small stone hearth on the wall opposite the door, a small stack of logs next to it. “Sure. Why not?” he said, studying d’X, who simply clicked his fingers and gestured to a servant.
“Absolutely,” said their host, beckoning her forth. “Please, mademoiselle.” She stepped up to the room. Boxy furniture adorned the corners, and a perfectly circular rug sat in the middle, its edges perfectly tangent to the walls. At the far end of the circle sat a smart, economical bed. This was definitely her parents’ style. Her father placed a hand on her shoulder and peered around and in. Stepping in, he looked around and nodded, running his fingertips across the top of a dresser.
“Impressive that you seem to have rooms perfectly suited to each of us,” Dan said. “I mean, what’re the odds?”
The magister simply laughed. “Indeed! They are quite slim. These are my elemental rooms. The four classical elements. Air: simple, light, and yet not entirely symmetrical. Always in motion,” he said gesturing to the room their parents had chosen. “Water and fire,” he motioned across the hall. “Knowledge: dynamic, fluid, suits whatever container it fills, but not without weight. Passion: fire, action, heat, life, entropy.” He motioned again to Dan’s room. “Earth: solid, slow to change, unforgiving, but not malicious. The rocks and the trees, but the wolves, bears and spiders, too.”
“Mister d’X,” she said, stepping into the room and turning, the suits of armor making her look insignificant. The magister turned back toward her, apparently not expecting a reprise. “Entropy?”
“A force to which most of us are subject,” he said, flicking his wrist wistfully as a servant slid past, depositing her and her sister’s belongings at the foot of the onyx bed. And then d’X turned to her family. “Please make yourselves at home. Dinner will be announced, but drinks and conversation will commence one hour from now. That is,” he interrupted himself, bowing slightly to their parents, “if our ways are permissible.”
Howard and Donna eyed each other, and Donna covered her mouth to disguise an embarrassed blush. “Well,” their mother said. “I… I suppose it would be rude to decline such gracious hospitality. But,” she said to Dan, Tina and Jane, “tomorrow is a busy day, and I’m not taking any guff from anyone who all of a sudden doesn’t feel well. Get my drift?” Her eyebrows raised, and Dan rolled his eyes.
Tina’s face scrunched into curiosity. “Wait, so we’re allowed to drink?”
“One glass of wine,” their father said, “with dinner.” Tina’s face brightened. Howard and Donna turned toward their own room, not even giving Jane a second look. D’X instead bowed silently and turned, consulting silently with a servant as they disappeared around the corner.
When they were alone, a circle of violet fire formed around each of the siblings. “What the—” Jane started, but just then, each of them lit up in a starburst of violet sparks. The rings of flames were gone.
“Oh my god,” Tina said. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. This isn’t happening.”
“What isn’t?” Dan said.
“Yeah,” Jane added. “What the hell, Tina?”
Tina paled, and then stammered, “Uh … I think … ok this is going to sound crazy, but I think we just leveled up.”
“We did what?” Jane said.
“Leveled up,” her brother repeated. “Like in role-role playing games.”
“Like sexy nurse?” Jane wrinkled her nose.
“No!” Tina said. “What? Where do you learn that kind of stuff?”
“Like D&D,” Dan said.
“Like giant spiders?” Jane said, her lower eyelid twitching.
“The same,” Dan said.
“Hold on,” Jane said, shaking her head. “That’s bullshit. That’d mean we’re not real. Right, guys? I’m real. You guys are real. We’re not in someone’s weird game.” No answer. “Guys?”
“No,” Tina said. “No, we’re real. You’re right. Remember: magic. I think I … oh, god, I think this is my fault. I was thinking about the game Leroy hosted last weekend. I mean, when we were coming down here, it was my way of keeping my mind. D’X must have read me.”
Jane laughed, turned on her heel, and went into their room. Dan stayed, however. “I believe you,” he said. “At least, I believe you’re certain. At this point, I’m ready to admit that magic is real. Let’s just take it step by step, nice and easy, ok?”
“Ok,” Tina said.
“I left my knife in my bag, so if they took that, no biggie,” he said. “But I have my tools on me.” His tools, Tina knew, were code for his lock picking set. He’d ordered it online, ruined the lock to the shed, much to their father’s chagrin, but had quickly become an expert. Now nothing in the house was a secret. She only had to pray that he had the respect not to pick the lock to her diary.
“Be careful,” she said. “Remember: magic.”
He gave her a wink and turned. She, too, retreated to her room and shut the door.
Finding her self alone with her sister, Tina shut the door to their chambers and joined her sister by the fire. In Dan’s room, wood had been stacked by the hearth, but here nothing seemed to fuel the fire except itself. Still, it was warm, and the forest gave off an unusual chill.
Jane kicked off her shoes and turned toward the bed, which, she noticed for the first time, was not just onyx-black, but seemed to suck the light from the room. The ornate headboard had a figure or scene chiseled into it, but the material reflected no light, so she couldn’t make out the details. She reached out and felt it was warm on contact, but radiated no heat. More puzzling still was the electrical buzzing she felt against and through her skin. Perplexed, she pulled back and regarded her hands. They remained the same as they had always been.
But the electric feeling remained, slowly at first, but increasing in intensity—an itch under the skin, under the muscle, under the bone. But, she asked herself, there’s nothing under the bone, is there? She began to feel heat. “Oh, right,” she said thought to herself, trying to calm her nerves. The hearth glowed like a pulsing heart. “Fire.” She made a note to ask d’X how to turn the heat down in her room. In the meantime, she shed her sweatshirt and leaned back on the bed for a second. Eventually, the itch returned, as did the heat, but this time, it was deeper, more urgent. She felt a slight tingle between her legs, and drew a quick breath. Sex. Of course. Fire, passion, life, sex. Her eyes darted to her sister, but to Jane’s relief the older girl was otherwise occupied. With a frustrated sigh, she went back to the fire. Even if it was too warm in the room, she doubted the fire would send her into heat.
Hardly a heartbeat had passed from the time the door closed behind Tina to her assault on the bookcases. Where to start was the only question, so she chose a ladder at random, climbed to the top and began perusing the library. The titles on the leather spines were none she had ever heard of, and many appeared to be in languages she didn’t understand—and a few she didn’t know even existed. Eventually, she came to one with a title she could understand. “On the Essence of Soul Apparatuses,” she read aloud, drawing an odd look from her sister. Well, no one had accused the place or its owner of being normal. No author was listed, so she gently pulled the book from its space on the shelf and regarded the cover: simple green leather with silver lettering, well worn by time, but in remarkably good shape nonetheless. Still, there was no author name, so she opened to the first page. The instant the cover parted from the paper, an icy chill filled her bones. She shivered, but continued searching for an author, publication date, or any piece of information that might give her a clue as to the origin of the tome. Before long, the cold became unbearable, and Tina climbed down from the ladder and trotted over to sit by the fire.
“Ahhh…” Tina said, leaning back on the carpet. “Much better.”
“Holy crap!” Jane said, hugging herself. “What the hell is that thing?”
“Huh? Oh, a book from the shelf. It started to get chilly in here, so I thought…”
“It’s the book!” Jane said, and then stopped. “Have you forgotten already?”
“Forgotten…?”
“Haunted castle, giant spiders, magical forgetfulness? That chill, it’s the book!”
“Oh!” Tina clapped the book closed. “Oh, my!” And then, “So this guy is a wizard?”
“Let’s go ask him,” Jane said. “We’ll go right up and say, ‘Monsieur Whatsyername, are you planning on turning us into toads or whatnot?’ And then we’ll know, right? Because anyone who’s planning on turning you into a toad—I mean, someone like that wouldn’t lie to you.”
“Listen,” Tina said, ignoring her sister’s manic ranting. “Maybe Monsieur d’X is going to do something evil, or maybe he’s not. If he is, don’t let him know that you know. And if he isn’t, then just relax and enjoy the creepy ambience. I just wanted to know if you’re still, you know, not like our parents.”
Tina saw her sister pause, and as if a veil had lifted, the girl stopped fidgeting, bit her lip and stood. Jane said, “Sorry. It itches. I think I just need to get some air.”
“Wait. What—” but Jane was gone out the door. ‘It itches’? Tina pondered it for a second and then shook her head. Sometimes she just couldn’t figure that girl out. Closing the book, she lay back on the carpet and closed her eyes. Did the room just get warmer? She barely noticed because, around her, the carpet seemed to give under her weight, sliding away until she had almost sunk in and away.
Abruptly, she sat up. Looking down at the coarse weave, she saw deep blue threads. “Water,” she said to herself and lay back again. She pinched the material between her fingers, and it slid smoothly in a way that appealed to her most primal pleasure centers. But then there was an odd feeling against her back, something wet. Reaching back, she discovered that her sweater was soaked through. She squeezed and felt liquid run between her fingers, and heard drops hit the floor. Yet, when she brought her hand before her eyes, it was dry. She turned. No water on the floor or carpet.
She lay back again, reminding herself: magic. As ludicrous as it sounded, she could come up with no scientific explanation, so she let her mind explain the magic in its own terms. Water: fluid, life-giving, graceful, powerful. Grace, she thought, and images of a winding river filled her mind. The soft curves reminded her of her sister’s smooth skin, rounding hips, joining with other curves, and tucking away into… places. Tina shook the thought from her mind, but the river remained, and now she watched schools of fish swimming upstream. They were going to breed, the macro image of sperm. Her mind drew back and the river turned to semen, an arc of cum. She may have been a terminal bookworm, but that also meant she’d read about sex—and not just about the biological act. She’d read as much erotica as anything else, some of which had made her deeply uncomfortable, but which had made her come nonetheless. In her mind, she traced the arc of cum to its source, a beautiful thick cock. But when she traced it further, she saw her brother grinning back at her. She sat up, realizing that she had become wet in a very real way. A worried squeaking noise came from deep within her body.
Dan’s quarters were quiet for a while. The fire in the hearth was well made, and would require little attention for the time being. He was surprised that his belongings appeared to be untouched. ‘Appeared,’ of course, was the operative word. Little signs here and there, like a trace of warmth on the handle of his knife, showed that his belongings had been searched—for what he could not guess. A simple carpet made of coiled hemp lay in front of the hearth, and he sat crosslegged in its center and stared into the fire. A door slammed out in the hallway, and he heard the patter of bare feet heading out toward the main section of the chateau. Dan closed his eyes and tried to clear the intruding influence from his head. Whatever it was, he knew it was coming from this place. He knew his sisters knew, too, but it was easy to lose track.
He tried to stand, but nothing happened. He put his hands down, and found that once they touched the floor, they were rooted to it. He closed his eyes. Not real, he told himself. Not real. All in his head. He tried to move again, but again: nothing. He looked down and to his horror saw that his hands hand become part of the hemp carpet, his fingers now dried and woven strands of fiber. He reflexively pulled back, but felt the fibers stretch to their limits. A sick panic flooded his belly, but he pushed it back. Rooted. Earth. What had the man said? Solid, rocks, bears, spiders. Unforgiving, but not malicious. Beastly. Animalistic.
He allowed himself to venture into the untamed wilds of his subconscious. The further he went, the faster he went, until whatever legs carried him had grown hair and claws. What was that smell? Where was he going? Bursting into a clearing he caught sight of cloaked figures. They wore the white gloves of the mansion’s servants. The smell, it was them. The beast he had become took chase, and the figures began to run. He was savage, an animal, and he closed the gap swiftly. With a leap, he tackled both. One scrambled to flee, but he caught its cloak and brought it down again. As it fell, the figure rotated, landing on its back, its hood falling from its face. Jane! Why?! But the beast cared not. The smell had been coming from between the girl’s legs. Pointed teeth tore away the girl’s pants as she screamed.
Dan woke suddenly from his waking nightmare when Tina practically kicked down his door. He jumped, and found that he was no longer one with the rug. For a second, they locked eyes, trying to figure out which of them was more freaked out. “It itches,” Tina said, her face taut. Dan felt it, too. Down below the bone, somewhere far beyond the physical, there was a feeling as if his very being were turning to wood and dirt and stone all at once. He took a deep breath and stood.
“I know,” he said. “But how does it feel for you?”
Tina regarded him quizzically for a moment. “But Jane…”
“Jane’s fine, I’m sure,” he said. “First things first.”
Tina looked into his grey eyes, constant and steady as always. “It’s like I have a little river running under my skin,” she said. As he opened his mouth to speak, she added, “And, yeah, I know. I know it’s not real, but there’s something else. It’s—”
“Stop,” Dan said.
“I know. This isn’t me. I sound like Jane, at least before she stormed out.”
“No, I mean just stop,” Dan said. “If you were going to say what I think you were, I really don’t want to hear it.”
Tina turned as red as her sister’s hair, and clapped her hands over her eyes. “Oh, god! You too?”
“Just try not to think about it,” he said, now wishing he hadn’t. His eyes went to his older sister, searching out for curves or valleys on which to settle. Never had he been so glad that Tina wore form-hiding clothing.
For a few minutes, they sat on the floor, not looking at each other. “Look, I—” Tina started.
“No, no,” Dan said. “It’s okay. I mean, it’s not okay-okay, but it’s no one’s fault. It’s this place.”
Tina nodded. “Dan, we have to be careful.” He nodded, and she added, “Especially with Jane.” Dan nodded again, but Tina saw his eyes shift. Whatever had happened in his vision, she got the feeling that Jane had been part of it. Subduing the urge to ask him about it, Tina stood. “Uh, well, maybe we should go make sure that she’s safe.”
“Definitely!” Dan said, snapping out of his funk. Maybe if he could keep Jane safe, it would cancel out the terror he felt. Tina offered him a hand, and he reached out, but then drew back. “I’ll, uh, get up myself. It’s okay.”
Tina withdrew her hand. “Oh. Right.”
Jane found the sitting room easily, though somehow she knew that she could have walked blindfolded in a straight line and ended up there just as readily. In front of the hearth, which seemed to burn without any conventional fuel, there were four leather chairs the color of dried blood. Two black divans ran against one wall, each flanked by book cases. Unlike the ones in their bed chambers, these books were clearly off limits, locked behind a metal grate that covered the whole of the shelves. A globe of a world she didn’t recognize stood next to a giant bear, either stuffed by an expert taxidermist or frozen in time—she couldn’t tell. Masked servants stood on either side of the door opposite the one she’d entered. And in spite of the foreboding decor, Jane found the room soothing, smelling softly as it did of chestnuts and roses.
“I am pleased to see that you are making yourself at home.” Jane nearly jumped out of her skin. Monsieur d’X had either entered silently or appeared out of thin air—Jane wasn’t prepared to rule out either. She eyed him, and saw that his gaze led down to her bare feet, which now shifted upon being observed. The man’s lips curled up into what Jane forced herself to interpret as a smile. “Please,” he said. “We are so formal around here, but merely by habit. It is refreshing to have a bit of change. I trust your accommodations are pleasing.”
“Uh, yeah,” Jane said. “They seem to be designed to be pleasing.” Whether d’X had picked up on her subtle accusation, she couldn’t tell, but his eyes did seem to glow a shade brighter for a moment.
“Would you care for some refreshment?” d’X asked.
“No thanks,” she said as politely as she could.
“I assure you,” the man said, “the water here is absolutely pure. And if you would care for something a bit stronger, well, that can be our little secret.”
Jane hesitated. She hated not being able to tell truths from lies with this man. “Let’s just go with water for now,” she said.
“Very good,” he said, and disappeared as silently as he had appeared. Jane found a chair close to the fire, and found it quite comfortable. Unbeknownst to her, ever since she arrived, she’d been very tense. In this large leather chair, she finally felt her muscles relax. After a minute, a masked servant appeared with a glass of water on a silver tray. He—she assumed it was a he—placed the glass on the small table next to the chair.
“Hey,” Jane said. “Can I ask you a question?” The masked figure stood there, unmoving. “Not allowed to speak to the guests, huh?” Still nothing. “Oh, well,” Jane said, shrugging. “Thanks, anyway.” The figure remained, towering over her. “You can go now, I guess.” With that, the servant, bowed slightly, turned and left.
When the servant had gone, Jane lifted the glass and sniffed the liquid. Smelled fine. Tentatively, she tasted it. Fine again. She may have been inexperienced in life, but she knew that in this place, what seemed to be normal probably wasn’t. Still, she was thirsty from the day’s events, and drank half the glass at once.
Anxiety nagged at her as she waited for something to happen, but nothing did. The absolute silence of the house made the time alone even more unnerving. The servants flanking the exit didn’t move. Jane fixed her eyes on them, trying to catch one of them shifting their weight, scratching an itch, or even breathing, but they seemed to require neither comfort nor air. After she had exhausted that activity, her thoughts went to the place. If dinner were being prepared, wouldn’t there be noises from a kitchen? Or smells? Again, nothing he could sense from this room betrayed the goings-on within the rooms beyond it. Anxiety turned to fear, and she found herself wanting her siblings with her. It felt so immature to want to run to them for safety, and she told herself to grow up. The longer the insanity-inducing silence went on, the more she began to feel that all her attitude was just to cover the fear and insecurity she felt all the time. She touched her hair and withdrew it as if stung. Why had she done this to herself? The blindingly, primary red had irked her mother, and it had made Jane feel good, but was that the whole of it? Her introspection began to spin out of control, and by the time Dan and Tina strolled through the door, she was nearly ready to tear her hair out.
Seeing them, she leapt up and ran to her brother, hugging him. For a moment, the warmth was soothing, but she noticed that he didn’t hug her back. Instead, he seemed to want to separate himself from her. “Hey,” she said. “Is something wrong?”
“Wrong?” Tina said, lying badly. “No way! Nothing’s wrong! Why would something be wrong?”
“It’s just this place, you know?” Dan said. Normally, he was a better liar, but he eyed both his sisters awkwardly, and seemed to keep his distance from both of them. But his eyes caught hers, and he sighed. “It’s the magic. Something happened, I think. Did you feel anything strange earlier?”
“I, uh, I don’t know. Strange how?” But she remembered the feeling of arousal that had flooded through her when she’d laid down on the bed. Sexual arousal was no stranger to her, though. Not too long ago, it was as if a switch had been flicked inside her brain, and a big neon sign buzzed to life reading, “SEX.” She often found herself thinking of nothing else. Boys, she knew, were often like this when they reached a certain age. She’d definitely noticed when Dan had changed. His room smelled different, and late at night, she could hear faint grunts coming from behind his door. Most girls she knew, her sister included, were, at least outwardly, able to balance thoughts of sex with everything else in their lives, and Jane’s inability to do so made her feel a little like a freak. Still, she’d never actually done anything about her urges, except, of course to masturbate furiously at every opportunity. She desperately wanted to talk to her brother about her feelings, since he would most likely be the one to understand, but one didn’t talk to their siblings about such things, did they?
“You said you were itchy earlier,” Tina said. “Do you remember hearing or seeing anything else?”
“No,” Jane said. “Wait. Did you guys get itchy, too?”
“Well, uh,” Tina stammered, pulling her hands into the sleeves of her baggy sweater.
“Can we talk about this later?” Dan said, relieved, for the moment, that he’d found another point of concern. “What is this?”
The girls turned to him and saw him holding Jane’s water glass. “Water,” Jane said.
“How can you be sure?” he said, sniffing at the glass.
“Taste it,” Jane said. “It’s water.”
“But what if it’s evil magical water?” Tina asked.
Dan and Jane laughed out loud, grateful for a moment of levity, even if it did come from a very real concern. “Evil magical water?” Dan said, still laughing.
Tina shook her head and grinned, realizing how strange those words sounded. “Guys,” she said as her siblings laughed, and as she began to laugh herself. “I’m serious.”
“Evil magical water!” Jane roared, arms raised and fingers wiggling as if she were putting a heavy duty hex on the glass Dan held.
“Oh, man,” Dan said, wiping a tear from his eye. “That was awesome. But seriously, if it is cursed, what are we supposed to do? We still need food and water. Tina, you’ve got the library next to your bed, maybe there’s something in one of them about reversing spells. If we’re still able after dinner, maybe we can do a bit of research.”
“Wow…” Jane marveled. “This is really happening isn’t it. All this magic stuff is for real.”
“Seems that way,” he said.
“We have to treat it like it is,” Tina said. “At least until there’s a better explanation.”
“There is,” Dan said. “This is all a very weird dream.”
“Whose dream?” Jane asked. Faced in return by awkward looks, she waved off the notion. “Yeah. Never mind.”
“Never mind what?” their father said from the doorway.
“Nothing,” Jane said. “We were just wondering what’s for dinner.”
“An excellent question,” d’X said from the opposite doorway, again seeming to have appeared from nothingness. “And I’m sure you are all famished, so if you will follow me, we shall sit.” With that, he turned and left through the door. The servants who had stood in silent attendance finally moved and followed their master.
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The dining room was far more crowded than they had expected. The long oaken table, draped in deep crimson, could seat two dozen, and when the Wilder family sat, it did. The size of the mansion suggested that other guests might have been staying with the enigmatic magister, but Tina specifically remembered him saying that he did not entertain often. Did that mean that he had received a sudden influx of guests? she thought nervously. Or were these not guests?
Tina immediately noticed that she and her family stuck out. The magister sat at the head of the table, near the Wilders, but the rest of the diners were dressed in silk, velvet and lace, faces hidden behind ornate masks. A woman, dressed in completely in black, wore a thickly obscuring veil that seemed somehow to be adhered to her face, but had a hole that revealed burgundy lips. As disturbed as she was, she found herself rolling her eyes. This was right out of some bad teen vampire novel. It did, however, make her wonder about that odd little musing they’d joked about. Could this be a dream? But whose? Certainly not her brother’s. Jane didn’t strike her as a moody goth girl. She discounted their parents on account of their seeming lack of concern about the whole affair. That left Tina herself. Could it be her own dream? She’d certainly read enough to create a bad gothic horror world in her head, but she’d never particularly enjoyed those kinds of books—she read them primarily to understand them. It could, then, be a collective nightmare, but again that led her back to how something like that might occur without magic or technology so advanced it might as well be magic. Around and around she went, until her brother caught her attention.
Dan’s eyes shifted to the rest of the room. As the guests ate, there was conversation, but Tina couldn’t seem to follow it. She could understand the words well enough, but they went in one ear and out the other, the thread of discussion unraveling. Her brother raised his eyebrows, and she frowned. Still, what was to be expected in this place? So she said nothing and ate, listening to her parents compliment d’X, and then immediately forgetting what they’d said.
This went on for another hour or so, but not without some measure of levity. Jane managed to sneak a second glass of wine, and then a goodly portion of a third before their parents caught on. Tina imagined the wine was of excellent quality, but had never really developed a taste for it, only drinking it because it was polite to do so. Dan, immediately upon receiving his glass, had drained it and complimented d’X, but said nothing for the rest of the meal.
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After dinner, Howard and Donna sent the kids to bed. The girls retreated to their room, and Dan to his. The fire in the girls’ room glowed against the giant suits of armor that flanked the door. Each held an axe that looked as if it could cleave the family car in twain. Jane stood, admiring them, and wondered what kind of monster would fit into all that steel, but shifted her attention away when she heard shuffling behind her. Turning from the armor, she saw her sister drawing books from the shelves.
“These look promising,” Tina said, backing down the ladder, arms full with a tall stack of books.
“We’re reading all of those?” Jane complained.
“Just scanning,” Tina said, setting the stack down on the floor by the bed. “Here.” She tossed a thin one to Jane. “Start with that one.”
The cover read: DREAMS AND THE MYSITC VEIL. “Why am I reading about dreams?”
“You’re not reading about them,” Tina said. “You’re looking for anything that could cause someone to have one.” Jane looked at her sister blankly. In school, she had always been better at the arts than the sciences. Research was not a strength. “Let’s say someone had a dream or nightmare, right?” Tina encouraged. “And it was about something in particular. It doesn’t matter what exactly. Maybe they touched something. I just need you to look and see if the book mentions that kind of thing.”
“Is that what happened to you and Dan?”
“Maybe,” Tina said carefully. “We aren’t sure exactly what happened, but it was pretty scary, so we need to figure out how to reverse it.”
“How come I didn’t see anything?”
“I don’t know for sure,” the older girl said. “You kind of ran out of here earlier, so maybe you got a piece of it, but not the whole thing.”
“Okay, fine,” she grumbled, sat by the fire, and began flipping through the book. The memory of intense sexual desire made Jane fidget, though. She wondered if her siblings had felt it, too, and was curious about what they may have seen, but didn’t feel comfortable asking her sister.
The older girl sometimes complained that boys didn’t seem interested in her, but she had to know that she wasn’t exactly the most inviting person. Aside from her crippling anxiety, the girl was just awkward. Her long legs and arms always seemed to be getting in her way. She imagined that, from a boy’s perspective, they’d just as well make out with a scarecrow. A scarecrow with a pretty brown eyes and pink, soft-looking lips, but a scarecrow nonetheless. As Jane continued scanning, she remembered her own difficulty with boys. Sometimes, she thought, they could be such animals. Suddenly, the text on the page began to glow. “Hey! I got something!”
“Shhhh!” Tina hushed her. Outside, footsteps in the hallway sounded against the stone floor. In a moment, they heard their parents’ door thump shut. “What’s up?” Tina said from her spot on the bare floor.
“The writing just lit up!” Jane whispered urgently.
Tina hopped up and came over to her. Indeed the letters were illuminated in an amber glow that nearly outshone the fire, yet somehow did not cast light out into the room. “When did this happen?”
“Just now.”
“Okay, okay,” Tina said thoughtfully. “Did you do anything? Say anything?”
“Uh uh.” Jane shook her head.
Tina read the passage title: “‘Man’s Primal Transfigurations.’”
“Oh,” Jane said, feeling the blood run from her head. “Oh no.” Tina turned to the girl, who said, “I was just thinking about, uh… things?”
“Things?”
“Yeah,” Jane said. “You know… things.”
“Men?”
“I was thinking how boys our age could be such animals.”
Tina’s eyebrow rose. “Any particular reason?”
“Uh, no,” Jane said. “Not really. You know me: just thinking about things, all the time, day and night.”
“Okay, whatever,” Tina rolled her eyes and sat, instantly regretting it. The deep blue threads of the carpet, primed by their earlier encounter, began pumping out waves of energy into the girl. Tina felt her heart beating heavily in her chest. Her mind yearned for more knowledge. She had always craved information, but books could only satisfy her so much. She thought of all the things she’d read and how she’d never actually experienced any of the things she’d read about. And with her mind so recently trying not to think about sex, it was the first place her thoughts landed. All those erotic novels flooded back. She could imagine a scene, but never knew what it might feel like. Now, the urge to know flooded into her.
Tina leaned into her sister ever so slightly, closed her eyes, and smelled the girl’s hair. Familiar, of course. She already knew what Jane smelled like, but she tried again, trying to smell what one of Jane’s boyfriends might. A thought occurred to her: what if she was in love with her sister? Absurd, she knew, but then why had her eyes so often gone to Jane’s young curves? Surely it was just jealousy, she told herself. “What’s up, Tina?” Jane said. Tina’s eyes shot open, and and the girl’s were looking up at her.
“Oh!” Tina blushed. Her heart raced and she sank back into place, forcing the rising tide down as best she could. “I was just trying to think.”
“About?”
“Uh, about why they haven’t stopped glowing. I mean, it sounds like you started something, like a spell maybe?”
“Like, maybe?” Jane mocked her flustered sister. She didn’t know why Tina was so off kilter, but she was such an easy mark.
“I don’t know!” Tina blurted, feeling genuinely hurt for some reason. “I don’t know magic!”
“Okay, okay,” Jane said. “So how do we finish it?”
“Whoa! Finish it?” Tina wrung her hands. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Or just stop it?”
Tina shrugged and smiled meekly. “No idea. What’s it actually say there?”
Jane scanned the page, but could barely understand the script, and told her sister so. Tina went to turn the page, and when her fingers touched the page, the script turned electric blue. Her thumb covered a letter on one of the spell’s lines, and the blue light seeped into her hand. “What the hell?” Jane breathed in awe.
“I don’t know,” Tina said. “I’m going to try something. Hold on to the book.” Jane gripped the book with her fingers, and Tina moved the rest of her hand over the glowing blue text. The light leeched into Tina’s hand until it had been completely soaked up. Tina removed her hand from the page, and held it in front of her. It glowed, and then began to itch. “Uh,” Tina stammered. “It’s feels weird. What do I do?”
“Don’t look at me,” Jane said. “This was your idea.”
Suddenly, the text flashed to life again, shining hot amber. Tina’s glowing hand began to ache, as if cramped. “It hurts!” she groaned.
“What do I do?” Jane said, a little panicked.
“I dunno,” her sister said. “But do something! You’re the one holding the book, maybe you have to trigger the spell.”
Jane looked at the page, and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said. “Here goes nothing.” She pressed her palm to the page, and her own hand began glowing, this time fiery red. When she withdrew it, the page was blank. Somehow, the next step came to her naturally, as if the text itself had been written onto her eyeballs. “Give me your hand,” she told Tina.
When the girls joined hands, a ripple of energy coursed through them, and for a moment they radiated pure white light that drowned out everything in the room. The girls had to clench their eyes shut. When the light died, they opened their eyes and found that the text was back on the page.
“What just happened?,” Tina asked. Jane shrugged, and then looked down. They were still holding hands. It wasn’t unusual for them to do so, at least when Jane was little, but now there was something just a little strange about how it felt. Something about the way Tina gripped her felt more adult, more sensual. She shook off the feeling, though, as just the remains of whatever energy had passed though them.
Tina, however, felt her sister’s soft hand in hers and had trouble letting go. The magic carpet continued to pour erotic energy into her until she had to yank her hand away, lest she lose control. Taking the book from Jane, she clapped it shut, put it aside, and said, “I think that’s enough magic for one night.” She needed to get away from the carpet, and so she stood and stretched, stepping casually to the stone floor and feeling the surge abate. Unfortunately, the erotic energy in her was there to stay. “Boy, I’m beat. What do you say we hit the sack?”
“I guess,” Jane said, but remembered the brief feeling she’d experienced when she’d sat on the bed. “But do you mind if I sleep on the floor, next to the fire?”
Tina felt a both relief and yearning tugging at her. While she so badly wanted to feel a body next to hers, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to restrain herself for long. “Of course not!” she said. “Go ahead.”
“Thanks,” Jane said, and then to Tina’s horror, stripped off her shirt, revealing a red bra that covered, young and smallish, but pleasantly proportioned breasts. The older girl stood transfixed. Turn away, she thought. Run. Run. But her body refused her commands. She watched as Jane, oblivious to her sister’s ogling turned and stripped off her white cutoff shorts. Black panties covered a cute rounded ass, and Tina began to shiver nervously. Jane bent to dig through her suitcase for her pajamas. When she had changed, she, to Tina’s relief, removed her bra through the armhole of her flannel button-up pajama shirt. Dressed now in pink plaid flannel, she looked more like the girl Tina remembered from home. Jane turned back, and Tina willed herself to look busy doing something else. “You gonna change?” Jane asked.
“Yeah!” Tina said a little too enthusiastically. “Yeah, uh, just give me a moment. I’m having trouble finding my bedclothes.” She really was, and the longer it took her to find them, the more panicked she became. “I swear I packed them!”
“Dude,” Jane said. “Chill. You got the bed to yourself. Go commando if you want.”
“No!” Jane snapped at her. “You don’t understand!”
Jane recoiled. “Okay, okay,” she said, taking a pillow from the bed and tossing it down on the floor by the fire. “Whatever. Be a freak about it. But if you want, I’ve got a shirt in by bag. Got it at a metal concert, but it’s too big for me. Kind of my last-resort shirt.”
As Jane settled in by the fire, Tina dug through her bag some more, got frustrated and dumped its contents onto the stone floor, but after minutes of searching in vain, sighed and stood. “Ok,” she said. “I give up.”
“It’s in the bottom of my bag,” Jane said. “Please don’t dump out all my stuff to get to it.” Tina found the shirt and held it up. It would be big, even on herself. As if sensing her sister’s thoughts, Jane said from the floor, “They were out of my size, so I bought a size up. Turns out, I bought a men’s size up. You’re okay looking like a metalhead for a night?”
Tina regarded the black t-shirt. Skulls, skulls, skulls. Lightning. Skulls, skulls. One giant axe. An indecipherable band name written in jagged lettering. “It’s cool,” Tina said shrugging.
“Cool,” Jane said.
Tina waited until she knew her sister wouldn’t see her, and then stripped, slipped on the shirt, and practically leapt into bed, touching as little of the carpet as she could. The bed itself was as comfortable as the rest of the mansion was creepy, but even still, she found herself unable to sleep. The sexual energy was built up so much that when she closed her eyes, her mind flashed images of lips, hips and tender flesh. Most of it was of her sister, but Tina suspected this was only because the girl was so close. She felt like she would have sex with anyone, or anything, if given the opportunity, but she doubted anyone, or anything, would yield to her touch. She ran her hands over her body and found only fault. Her hips were less pronounced than her younger sister’s, and while her ass wasn’t as round, it was, she felt, firm. She did have full breasts, but she hid those under baggy clothes, because to her, they looked a little freakish on such a thin frame.
When her hands brushed her nipples, she arched her back slightly in pleasure, but ended up feeling only more frustrated. She held her breath for a moment, listening, and when she heard Jane’s steady, shallow breathing, she slipped her fingers into the front of her panties. Smooth and hairless, just as she liked it. She’d started shaving her pubes a year ago, and it was what kept her sexually sane. There was just something about smooth skin that made her soaking wet. She briefly wondered what, if anything, that meant, but then realized she was just too horny to psychoanalyze herself.
Just as Tina was getting ready to dip a finger into her aching slit, she heard a scratching at the door. She pulled her hand from her panties, and listened. Nothing. She began easing her hand back under the thin fabric. The scratching came again, this time followed by what sounded like a low growl. Tina sat up, frustrated. “Who’s there?” she called.
Jane started and grumbled, “What’s going on?”
“There’s something at the door,” Tina whispered.
“Of course there is,” Jane yawned. “It’s a haunted castle.”
“Shh!” Tina hissed. “Did you hear it?”
“It’s probably just a ghost,” Jane said. “Or one of wassizname’s creepy servants.”
“I’m glad you’re taking all of this so well,” Tina said. “But I—” the scratching returned, followed by a snarling sound. “Tell me you heard that!”
“That’s not a ghost,” Jane said, sitting up, now alert.
“Who’s there?” Tina called again.
This time, the response was more pronounced. A snarling bark sounded from the other side, followed by a flurry of deep-sounding scratches. The door shook as whatever it was on the other side tore at the door, trying to get in. “Oh god!” Jane said. “It’s a werewolf! It’s a fucking werewolf!”
Tina leapt off the bed and threw her body against the door, which now rattled violently in its frame. Her body felt as if was being tenderized as the thing in the hallway crashed into the door. Jane ran to join her, and both girls held the door against the savage beating, scratching and howling. “How do you know it’s a werewolf?” Tina shouted over the racket.
“What else could it be?” Jane said, her face now pallid with fear.
“Can you reach that axe?” Tina called, pointing to the one held by the giant suit of armor on Jane’s side of the door.
Jane reached for it, but couldn’t. The girl shook her head, but said, “I’m not going out without a fight! Hold the door! I’m gonna get it!” Tina nodded, and the younger girl peeled herself off the oaken plank and grabbed at the axe handle. After a moment, she was able to free it from the suit’s steel grip. At first, Jane had trouble holding the giant’s pole axe, but when she got used to the balance, Tina marveled at the sight. Small girl, big axe, she thought, and smiled.
When Jane gave her the sign, Tina backed away from the door. Encouraged by her little sister’s bravery, she shouted, “Come get some, you motherfucker!”
But as if the beast had understood what awaited it, the noise and scratching ceased. The girls heard a few perfunctory huffs and grunts, and then the fading tick-tick-tick of claws on stone as the thing retreated. When they could no longer hear the beast, Jane nearly dropped the giant axe. “Fuck, this thing’s heavy!” she remarked. Purple flames engulfed her, and as they had earlier, disappeared in a shower of sparks. “Level up!” she cheered, and then the axe no longer felt as heavy.
Tina ran to her sister and hugged her. “Jane!” she sniffed, on the edge of tears. “You. Are. Such. A badass.”
“Heh,” Jane said, feeling for a moment that maybe all that attitude of hers wasn’t just for show. “Well, I guess I am, a little.”
“No,” Tina said, holding her sister at arm’s length by the shoulders and looking into her baby blue eyes. “I mean it. I was ready to piss myself and die, but you…. You were incredible!”
“I’m pretty sure we were dead, anyway, if that thing decided to come through,” Jane said.
“Maybe so,” Tina said. “Maybe so, but I wouldn’t have died scared.”
“Or alone,” Jane laughed, as the adrenaline shakes made her shiver. “Speaking of which, can I get back in bed with you?”
“Of course!” Tina said without thinking, and then immediately felt anxiety clamp down on her.
“Thanks,” Jane said, trotting off to get her pillow from the floor.
Tina again leapt into bed, trying not to touch the carpet. The adrenaline was keeping the erotic tide at bay for the moment, but she knew she didn’t need any extra encouragement. She lay there, sheets up to her neck, trying desperately to clear her mind, when her little sister slid under the covers next to her. “Why do I get the feeling this is only going to get worse?” Tina said.
Jane rolled over to face her, kissed her on the cheek and said cheerfully, “Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss! We just fended off a werewolf! I, for one, count this as a win.”
In her excitement, Jane had forgotten her estranged relationship with the magic bed. Almost as soon as she had finished speaking, the itch returned. It started slowly, but soon enough it wormed its way into her brain. She tried not to think about sex, but the more she tried, the more she did. Her sister’s smell crept into her consciousness, and she tried to shake it out, but it hung tenaciously, teasing. She’d never really thought at all about another girl, sexually. Her world had always been boys, boys, boys. She thought maybe, just maybe, she could get her itch to subside by talking to her sister. Dan might identify with her urges more, but her sister was the eldest. Surely, she would be the wiser of the siblings.
“Tina?” she said, almost stuttering.
“Mm?” Tina tried to pretend like she was only half conscious.
“I…” Jane stopped. “I wanted to ask you something.”
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“I was wondering,” Jane paused long enough for Tina to open her eyes and give the girl a quizzical look. Jane let out a frustrated breath. “I was wondering: what do you know about sex?”
Tina went rigid. “Sex?” Her sister nodded. “Not much. I’ve never had it.”
“Any?”
Tina shook her head. “None. Why do you ask? I thought, out of anyone, you’d be the one to know.”
“Me?” Jane almost laughed. “No, but I thought since you read all those books, you’d know a little something.”
Tina froze and blushed. “What? Uh, what books?” Jane gave her sister a look that told her to cut the bullshit. “Oh, well, I, uh… hey! You little snoop!”
“Don’t change the subject,” Jane said teasingly but firmly, feeling the erotic energy burning away at her resistance.
“I just read them,” Tina said, “like everything else, you know. It kind of an obsession. It’s like collecting stamps or whatever.”
“You don’t get off on it?”
Tina began to shiver with anxiety. She closed her eyes for a moment, collecting her nerves before continuing down a road she knew, at the very least ended up with her telling her little sister everything she knew about the erotic books she’d read—well, maybe not everything, but close. About halfway through her explanation, Jane touched her shoulder. “You’re shaking,” the younger girl said. “Are you nervous?”
Tina shook her head and said, “A little, I guess. I’m just not so sure I should be talking about this kind of stuff with my little sister.”
“Pshhhh,” Jane scoffed. “I guess I could go ask Dan.”
“No!” Tina’s body jerked in surprise. “No. I mean, he’s not a girl, right? What would he know? Anyway, it’s okay.” And then she continued, explaining the books in detail, pretending that she was taking it all down in a diary instead of spilling the beans to her very brave, very pretty little sister. When she finished, she said, “But that’s all erotic fiction. It’s not really how sex is in real life.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jane said. “I just wish I knew, is all.”
“Well, you’ve got plenty of time to find out,” Tina said.
“I know,” Jane said. And just as she was about to roll over and try to go to sleep, the lustful flames burned away another thread of resistance. “Hey, that book about that flying saucer under that lake?”
Tina had debated telling her about it. It was a depraved little novella about a family that found a UFO. It was full of tentacles and incest, particularly between two sisters, not something that Tina had thought would find interesting, but she found herself thinking about it well after she’d moved on. “What about it?”
“Have you ever thought about other girls that way?”
“Uh, not really,” Tina lied.
“Oh.”
“Why?” Tina said, a glimmer of hope sparkling behind her eyes. “Have you?”
“Is that wrong?”
“What?!” Tina’s head began to spin with confusion, fear, and lust. “No! And don’t let anyone tell you it is.”
“Oh,” Jane said, feeling heat behind her face, as if a fire had kindled in her skull.
Tina saw Jane’s face go red, and assumed it was from embarrassment. “Hey, it’s okay, really. What’s it like, to be attracted to a girl?”
Now it was Jane’s turn to laugh nervously, “Attracted? I don’t know. I’ve only thought of it, you know, like a possibility. Sort of like your books. Not for real.”
“Oh,” Tina said, a little let down. “Right. Of course.”
“But now that you mention it, you’re kinda pretty,” Jane said, not believing she had just uttered those words.
“Uh, what? Like in that way?” Tina nearly lost her mind, and now her lips quivered so much she could barely speak. Jane shrugged and averted her eyes. “Oh, uh, thanks, I guess.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Jane said, turning to hide her shame. “It’s weird.”
“It’s okay,” Tina said, stopping her. “I’m just not used to anyone saying that about me.”
“You do kind of hide it under all those sweaters,” Jane said feeling an almost infinitesimal measure of relief by airing her feeling. “But you’ve got a pretty smile. You can’t hide that.”
“But I’m so lanky,” Tina said.
“Why are you so worried about what others think of how you look?”
“Because, look!” Tina said, pulling back the sheets. The younger girl’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know what her sister saw, but before jane lay a hot piece of teenage ass. She just couldn’t put it any other way. Yes, Tina’s legs and arms were a bit long and thin, but they were fairly well toned, and the skin was smooth and delicate. Sure, Jane’s own big black shirt hid away other curves, but the younger girl could tell there was something substantial underneath. Jane couldn’t help herself. She reached out a hand and ran her finger tips along her big sister’s leg, from the knee and leading up the thigh to where the shirt covered gently curving hips. Tina took in a short breath. “What are you doing?” she managed.
Jane drew her hand back. “Oh!” The girl blushed, but she couldn’t get out of her head how soft that skin had been. “I just felt like I needed to.”
Something in Tina’s stomach dropped. “Jane, just out of curiosity, have you been feeling any unusual urges lately?”
Jane’s eyes went wide. “Like, about, you know? Sex?” Tina nodded. Jane nodded, and then realizing what was going on, she added, “You, too?” Tina nodded. “Tina, what’s happening?”
“I don’t know,” Tina said. “Tell me how you feel.” Jane hesitated, but her sister said, “It’s okay.”
Jane took a breath. “It’s like there’s this burning in my skull, not painful, but like a storm. It started in my belly, but now it’s everywhere. It feels like I’m losing control. I just have this need to do… things.”
“Do you not want to do them?”
“I don’t know. I think I do, maybe, but the feeling is so strong, you know. It’s scaring me.”
“When did it start?”
“When I laid down on the bed?” Jane said meekly.
Tina’s eyes went to the onyx flames carved into the headboard. “Fire,“ she said.
“Fire?” And then it all fell into place for the younger girl. “Fire. Oh god. Tina, what’s happening to me!?”
“Not just you,” Tina said. “For me, it’s the carpet. I think they’re some kind of talismans. Maybe they resonate with our individual types. The magister said you’re fire. I’m water, and Dan’s earth.”
“Does it feel the same for you?”
“No,” Tina said. “For me it’s a desire to know. I feel like I have this ocean inside me, filling me up, and the only way to drain it is to replace it with knowledge. Uh…” she hid her eyes while she said it: “sexual knowledge.”
“What do you want to know, exactly?” Jane said, her heart pounding.
“Everything,” Tina said.
Jane now visibly shook, and had to sit up in bed. Tina followed, and Jane put her head in her hands. “God, Tina, I don’t know what to do! I felt like the fire started to go away when I touched you, but…” she shook her head.
“It did?” Tina felt the first cracks in the dam that held back her self control. Jane nodded, face still in her hands. Tina took a breath put a trembling hand on her little sister’s shoulder and said, “Do you want to touch me again?” The girl nodded again. “Okay.” Jane lifted her face, eyes puffy from holding back tears. “But,” Tina said. “I want to know one thing first.”
“Anything,” Jane said. And with that, Tina leaned in and kissed her. Jane’s eyes shot open again. Soft lips, any lips, against her own was a wholly new sensation, one that exploded into her brain and blasted away all other concerns. Just as Jane was about to return the kiss, Tina pulled away with a look on her face that the younger girl couldn’t describe.
“Okay,” Tina said. “Go ahead.” Tentatively, Jane reached out and stroked her sister’s soft, smooth legs. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, but far from being a scarecrow, her sister’s body felt amazing. Emboldened, Jane ran her hands up Tina’s thighs, pausing when she reached her hips.
Tina bit the side of her lip, nodded slightly, and then felt her sister’s smaller hands slide under the baggy t-shirt and up over her hips. It was nothing like she expected. Jane’s hands were warm and gentle, appreciating every one of the older girl’s curves. It wasn’t long before the caresses reached her breasts, but this time, the girl didn’t stop to get the go-ahead. Tina gasped audibly and closed her eyes as the nimble fingers caressed and explored her breasts. A thumb and forefinger gently pinched a nipple, and Tina let out a moan. Jane’s hands retreated a bit.
“Was that wrong?” Jane asked.
“God no!” Tina whispered. “But I need to know something else.”
“Oh yeah?” Jane said. “What do you need to know?”
“What yours look like.”
“I thought you’d never thought about another girl before,” Jane said, removing her hands from her sister’s breasts and beginning to unbutton the front of her pink flannel pajama shirt. Tina watched as slowly, button by button, the younger girl’s shirt split open. But whether purposefully or out of nervousness, Jane was just going too slowly. Tina grabbed the girl’s shirt by the lapels and tore it off her body. Jane shrieked playfully, and her hair tumbled around her head, mussed.
“I lied,” Tina said. Jane combed her hair back with her fingers, and her big sister admired her young, but shapely form.
“They’re not much,” Jane said, seemingly untroubled, “compared to these.” Tina tried to retreat, but got backed up against the headboard. Jane was quick and agile, and before Tina knew what was happening, the younger girl had gripped the waistline of the t-shirt and yanked it off of her body. For a moment, the sisters froze, taking in each other’s bodies. Jane had straddled her sister’s lap, and stared into Tina’s eyes.
“Oh, fuck it,” Tina said, and grabbed her sister’s head, kissing her again. Their breasts squeezed together between them, and both girls let out sighs of pleasure between kisses. Tina’s hands wandered down Jane’s back and over her hips, and came to rest on the girl’s tight little flannel-covered ass. She gave a little squeeze, and Jane made a little squeaking sound and opened her mouth to her sister’s kisses. For the first time, their tongues touched, and then probed, and then danced.
Tina’s hands circled around from her sister’s hips and up to her small, firm breasts. “Oh, fuck,” Jane breathed. Tina flicked her nipples gently, and Jane pulled back and leaned her head back breathing heavily as she enjoyed her big sister’s ministrations. Suddenly, Jane felt something warm and wet on her nipple, and she looked down to find Tina’s tongue licking circles around the pink little nub. The girl let out a little cry of pleasure and ran her hands through her sister’s golden brown hair.
Tina was ecstatic. Not only was she finding out what it was like to be with a girl, but she found she really, really liked it. She put her mouth over Jane’s sweet little nipple and sucked gently, making the girl moan in earnest. The horny young thing had even begun to rock those agile hips against hers, and Tina felt herself getting wet.
Jane gripped her sister’s hair, and pulled her away. For a second she got a look of confusion, but when she put her own tongue on Tina’s nipple, she heard Tina let out a quaking breath. She gently kneaded her older sister’s larger breasts as she licked and teased their nipples. Tina’s hands ran all over her back, and when she felt her sister’s long fingers slip down the back of her pants and grip her ass, she slowly trailed one hand down Tina’s belly until it reached the top of her panties. Jane hesitated for a moment when Tina’s breath caught. She lifted her face to her sister’s. “It’s okay,” Tina told her. “Do it. I want you to do it.” When Jane slid her hand under the thin fabric, she saw her big sister’s face change from pleasured curiosity to unbridled lust. She noticed that Tina was smooth, and grinned to herself. They had something else in common, it seemed.
When Tina felt her little sister’s fingers slide against her smooth labia, she nearly came right then and there. The girl’s baby blue eyes stared back into hers, and slowly but surely, the girl began to massage her pussy. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Jane said, still massaging.
Tina, barely able to speak, managed, “Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck no,” Jane said. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
With those words, Tina felt her sister’s finger slide into her. “Oh fuck!” Tina gasped. Slowly, Jane began to slide it in and out, causing sparks to go off behind Tina’s eyeballs. She’d had her own fingers, and on occasion a small vibrator inside her, but never before had someone else been at the controls. When Jane slid a second finger in and began to finger fuck her for real, Tina felt her breath leave her. Heat radiated through her body, and the dam that held her back began to spring leaks.
Jane, her fingers buried in her sister’s soaking pussy, loved the feeling of tight, wet warmth around them. More so, she loved seeing the usually mousy, timid girl writhe against her, moaning. She touched Tina’s clit, and the older girl went wild, whining like a bitch in heat. “Janie! Oh fuck! You’re so fucking good!”
Jane kissed her sister’s neck and whispered into her ear, “Of course I am. You’re only talking to the horniest girl ever.”
“Oh god,” Tina said. “You are horny, aren’t you? Well I guess we’ll have to do something about that, then.” As much as she hated to, she took Jane’s wrist and dragged the girl’s hand away from her aching pussy. With a mighty push, she shoved Jane backward on the bed. Peeling herself off the headboard, she crawled over her sister, grabbed the waistline of her pajamas, hooking her fingers into her panties, as well, and yanked them over the girl’s young hips and off her legs. To her delight, she saw that her sister made herself smooth. She removed her own panties, and drank in the sight of the youngster laying naked in front of her. That smooth little pussy did not disappoint, and though Tina wondered what it tasted like, she would have to wait just a little longer to find out.
Jane lay back as her sister crawled over her, smooth and warm. “And here I was,” she said as Tina kissed her neck, “thinking that this was all going to be some kind of nightmare.” Tina’s lips landed on hers, and again their tongues danced.
“So, it’s not a nightmare?” Tina said. Jane nodded, and then felt fingers brush her smooth labia. She heard a moan escape her lips. Tina’s fingers teased her pussy until Jane couldn’t help bucking her hips off the bed. When she did, Tina pushed her back down and then slid a finger into her.
“Oh!” Jane said. “Oh my god!” Jane had never before felt anything in her other than her own fingers, and Tina’s long, thin digits stirred up feelings she never knew she could have. Ecstasy rolled across her like thunder, and Tina’s fingering continued until Jane thought she could take no more.
“You ready?” Tina asked her, but she was only half aware of the older girl’s voice.
“Huh?” And then she felt a hot wetness against her pussy lips. She looked down, and from between her own breasts Tina’s eyes stared right back into hers as the older girl dragged her tongue from the bottom of her aching slit to the top, until it ran over her clit. “Oh god! What are you—! Oh shit!”
“Want me to stop?” Tina teased, her tongue in position for another pass.
“What?! No! Oh my god, Tina! Lick me again!”
Tina smiled to herself and traced her tongue up her sisters opening again. She was surprised by the taste, but not unpleasantly so. The best part, though, was watching the girl squirm when her tongue circled and flicked her clit. Jane eventually spread her legs farther, allowing full access, and Tina stopped teasing her sister, and began experimenting, finding what the girl liked. When, at last, she sucked her sister’s clit and ran circles around it with her tongue, Jane came hard and squealing. “Oh god Tina! You’re making me come!” Tina felt fingers grip her hair, holding her head in place as the young pussy drooled girl cum into her mouth. Tina lapped it up, savoring its taste.
Fireworks popped and glittered behind the young girl’s eyes, and she found herself panting and gasping for breath. She had made herself come many, many times before, even before she knew what sex was, but nothing so far had measured up to this. She shivered as her big sister planted one last kiss on her now slippery pussy lips. “Better?” Tina said, with a slight grin.
“Better?” Jane panted. “I… Tina, that was the best. You’re the best!”
“It wasn’t weird?”
“Weird?!”
“You know, with a girl.”
Jane sat up. “I’ll show you how weird it is,” she said, and tackled the older girl.
Tina felt herself falling backward, and by the time her head hit the mattress, she had forgotten why she had been been worried. Her little sister’s lips planted kisses just below her ear, hot breath teasing the tiny, wispy hairs there. Her head span, and her hips rocked up wantonly. Unexpectedly, she felt two small, nimble fingers slide into her, and she cried out, and then again when she felt the girl’s hot tongue trace urgent little circles around her nipple. When she looked down, her sister’s cinnamon candy-colored hair obscured her view. The younger girl looked up, and with a devilish gleam in her eyes continued running her tongue around its hard little target. Tina let out a breath. Jane’s fingers were curved just so, dragging across Tina’s g-spot with every pass. As if to make the coming events perfectly clear, Jane’s eyes locked with Tina’s as she ran her tongue from the older girl’s nipple, down her breast, over her belly, and to her aching mons. “Oh, Janie,” she managed. “Wait. I—I don’t—I’m—”
But her little sister paid her no heed. Fingers continued pumping in and out of her, and when Tina felt that hot young tongue slide over her clit, she spasmed. When she did, Jane’s fingers dove into her depths. “Ah!” she cried. Jane’s tongue flicked and fluttered over her clit, and Tina bucked and thrusted her young pussy into her little sister’s mouth. “Oh, Jane!” she moaned. “Don’t stop!” The blazing, primary-red hair parted around her long fingers as she pressed her sister’s head onto her pussy. Jane began sucking gently on Tina’s clit, and the older girl felt the dam in her mind break apart once and for all. Warmth flooded through her, and she gripped two fistfuls of that hair. “Aaaah!” she heard herself almost scream, feeling her eyes roll back in her skull as she began to come. “Oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” That sassy little tongue kept flicking round her clit as her orgasm peaked and her back arched off the bed. When finally she regained her faculties, she raised her head to find her sister staring back at her, head resting on her belly. For a reason she couldn’t discern, she felt as if she were laughing, and then felt tears on her cheeks.
“Why’re you crying?” Jane said, scooting up and caressing her.
“I don’t know,” Tina said, wiping away the tears. “I thought I was laughing.”
Jane giggled. “Okay, then. Why are you laughing?”
“I have no idea,” she said, and then did know. “Would it be weird if I said I love you?”
“I love you too,” Jane said.
“No, I mean like…” Tina kissed her sister deeply, tasting her sister’s and her own juices mingling. “That.”
“Yeah, dummy, I know what you meant,” Jane said, rolling her eyes. “This isn’t my first rodeo, you know.”
“But I thought you’d never—”
“Okay, okay. It is my first, you know, rodeo,” Jane said, punctuating her sentence by pinching Tina’s ass. Tina squealed and giggled. “But it’s not my first rodeo.”
“Would you stop saying that? I don’t even know what you mean.”
“Neither do I!”
“Oh, my god!” Tina said, scruffing the girl’s hair. “You’re so weird!”
“And you’re sexy,” Jane said. “But you don’t hear me complaining.”
“Really?”
“Of course!” Jane said. And for the moment, that was the end of it. The two young sisters wrapped themselves in each other, letting the silence and the beating of hearts speak in a language all their own. Eventually, Tina fell asleep, and Jane rolled over, scooted her shapely little butt into her big sister’s waist, and pulled an arm over her. Fit together like this, Jane drifted off to sleep, happier than she had ever been.
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2017 Incest sex stories: The Curse of Magic Mansion – Part 1.5
For Dan, the night had passed much less adventurously. After dinner, the girls had gone off to check out some of the books, and that was the last he’d heard from them. Sitting by the fire, he meditated on their situation. Surrounded by magic, and currently unable to wield any of their own, how were they to survive? It seemed a fantasy to try and redirect any spells, since he had no idea who, if anyone, had cast them. Hell, he didn’t even know if they were spells. If their predicament was simply a product of the environment, well, how does one fight that? The best thing, he decided, was to find out as much as he could about the mansion. He patted his hip, feeling his tools where they should be, clipped just inside the waist of his pants, and then headed out into the hallway. No sound came from his sisters’ room, nor from his parents’, so he padded out farther into the mansion.
He dodged and slipped by the servants where he found them, staying low and silent. A main staircase led up to the master’s chambers, but he needed more information before making a run at them. The far wing held the other set of guest quarters and another library, and Dan decided he would glean what he could from those rooms. Unfortunately, he had to figure out which were unoccupied by trial and error, but it kept him busy. One room seemed to hold a thousand glowing jars, each full of a thousand-thousand stars. He read their labels: names—people’s names—single and in groups. These certainly didn’t look like people. He kept reading until he came to one. “Wilder,” it read.
“Shit!” he whispered. But the jar was empty. Ok, he thought, I’ve got time. I can fix this.
Another room was full of porcelain dolls. “Nope,” he whispered to himself. “Too creepy, even for me.”
Each room held some kind of display, and he began to worry that d’X was a collector. But what—or whom—was he collecting? The thought had just passed when a low rumble shook the mansion. He heard a cross between a roaring fire and a crashing wave, and from down the hall, a wall of blinding white light approached. He ducked back into a room filled with animals, wild and domestic, all either frozen in time or stuffed by a master taxidermist. For a moment, he caught the yellow glint of a wolf’s eyes, and then the white light surged through the wall and smashed into him, sending him crashing into the collection.
When he came to, Dan righted himself, shaking off the pain, but not the fear. The door was open, and he slipped back out into the hallway. Servants were out and about now. He could hear them, and knew he needed to vacate the area before they found him. As he passed silently through the mansion’s many chambers and hallways, he noticed that the servants were not searching for him specifically. This was apparently not a regular occurrence. Still, here and there, he needed to stretch even his own abilities to remain unseen.
When he found the family’s rooms, he breathed easier, but decided to check on his sisters. No noise name from their room, and he worried about waking them, but he knocked anyway. No answer. He knocked louder. Still nothing. “Come on,” he groaned softly. One last knock, as loud as he dared. Nothing. Frustrated, he turned to leave, but noticed something first: long, deep claw marks in the oaken door, and many of them. How had he not noticed these earlier? Whatever had made them was absent, but, he realized with a chill, could return at any moment.
Back in his room, he lay on the bed, wide awake. He knew a door would stop whatever it was from getting in, but the terror and adrenaline kept his mind spinning around all he had seen that night. Before long, morning came, and he went to check on his sisters again.
When he opened his door, he nearly jumped out of his skin. A glint of metal and a blur from the left sent him diving back into his room just before a sharp clanging of steel sounded against the stone. He dove for his bag and pulled out his knife. Returning to the hallway, he crouched low and poked his head out.
“Dan!” Tina’s voice cried out in relief. “Jane, it’s him. It’s fine.”
Dan stood and scratched his head at a puzzling sight. His sisters were stalking the hallway, and Jane held an immense pole axe, each wing of its double blade three feet from tip to tip. His eyes traveled down a haft thick enough that the girl’s fingers just barely wrapped around it, and at the base was a long metal pommel, smooth and rounded, which when Jane held the weapon upright to her side, made a solid thunk against the stone floor. Whatever he was before, he was definitely awake now.
“What’s with the cutlery?” Tina said.
“You tell me,” he replied. In response, Jane gestured with the giant axe at the girls’ room door. He sheathed his knife and took a knee in front of the shredded oaken door. It looked as if an animal had tried to burrow through it. He picked a few splinters from the scratched area. They felt almost pulped. Whatever had done this had been drawn into a desperate frenzy by whatever was inside. “I noticed these when I got back last night. You guys make a new friend?”
“Very funny,” Tina said. Something was different about her. She wasn’t buried in a sweater! Tina had a loose flannel shirt on, which still hid her figure some, but Dan’s eyes found themselves drawn to curves he knew he shouldn’t be lingering on. “You’re telling me you didn’t hear a thing?”
“I snuck out to the other wing. When was this?” he asked.
“Just before midnight, maybe,” Jane said. “See, Tina? I told you: magic doors!”
“Magic doors? Plural?” Dan said. The girls nodded over their shoulders. The door at the end of the hall was gone. Just gone. Now the hallway dead ended into blank stone. “Any word from mom and dad?” The girls shook their heads.
“We haven’t checked the castle yet,” Jane said.
“Okay,” Dan said. “We’ll go and see what we can see. Put that axe away before you hurt someone.”
“What if I want to hurt someone?” Jane sassed.
“What’re you going to do, wave it around at breakfast?”
“If it gets us answers,” Jane said.
Tina put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Just go put it away, okay,” she said, and to Dan’s surprise, Jane did as she was asked.
While the girl was gone, Dan silently mouthed to his older sister, “How did you do that?”
Tina shrugged, but there was something, an upturn in the corner of her mouth that read to Dan a bit more of mischief than he was expected from her. Jane returned, and they set out, back toward the dining room.
The trouble began when they reached the stairs. Where the previous night there had been a single broad flight of steps along the wall curling around a bare central chamber, the morning brought them to a seemingly endless spiral of stairs around a central shaft that disappeared into a black abyss. Stopping at the top, the siblings debated their options, and then, with exhausted reluctance, Dan gave Jane the all clear to retrieve the axe from her room. The girl ran off and then trotted back, the giant steel-and-wood monstrosity propped on her shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tina bite her lower lip and grin at the girl. Whatever that look meant, Dan had never seen it on his big sister before. Jane did look fairly ridiculous with the massive weapon, but somehow she carried it with a practiced ease.
“Can I see your new toy?” he asked, and Jane shrugged, offering it to him one-handed. When he took it, his back nearly broke. “What he hell?!”
“Heavy, isn’t it?” Tina said.
Dan hefted it level, but still found himself struggling with it. “It’s massive!” After a moment, he gave it back to his little sister, who propped it on her shoulder as she would a mop.
“She leveled up again last night,” Tina said. “Fending off that … thing.”
“I’ll say!” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Did you get any other perks with it, other than a massive strength boost?”
Now he knew something was going on with his sisters. The way they looked at each other when he asked about perks told him they had spent the night dealing with more than just a werewolf attack. What it was, though, was a mystery. What could possibly have happened? Did it have anything to do with the blast wave that had rocked the castle? He would have to keep his eyes open.
Jane volunteered to take the lead, but Dan objected. Tina rebutted with an esoteric argument about putting their tank out front, whatever that meant, and Dan rebutted her rebuttal by gesturing repeatedly at his little sister and her small stature. Both girls rolled their eyes at him, and he settled with taking the rear, so long as he could call the shots, navigationally speaking. So down they went: one flight, two, three, ten, twenty. Watching his sisters, Dan felt like they seemed off, somehow. Or maybe just different. Closer? Voices lowered, they chatted enthusiastically, occasionally giggling. They never chatted—or giggled. Not with each other, at any rate. What, he thought, was going on? They smelled different, too, which he was surprised to find. Instead of solely smelling like individuals, they smelled like one person, someone wholly new. He had never before used this olfactory sense so extensively, but he found it quite illuminating.
After descending twenty-five flights of identical stairs, Dan called a halt. “This is getting us nowhere,” he said. Jane leaned her axe against the wall, and sat on the steps. And then he said, “You smell that?”
Tina gave him a funny look at first, but then perked up. “I do!” she said. Then, looking up and down the abyssal stairwell, she took the bottom most button on her flannel shirt and tore it off. Holding up the little plastic disc to get her siblings’ attention, she stretched her arm over the railing and let go. The white speck dropped out of view, and after a few seconds a faint ticking sounded as it struck something, bounced, bounced again, and came to rest on something solid.
Dan ran to the edge and looked down, but saw only blackness. Still, his sister was right. He had smelled something. Baking bread, roasting meat, bubbling soups wafted up on the gentle air current that rose through the shaft. Jane grabbed up her axe and prepared to lead, but this time her brother put his arm out, barring her way. “Let me go first this time,” he said. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” Jane looked at her sister, who just shrugged.
One more, two more, three more flights, and then they found at their feet a dense black fog. Dan tried to wave it away, but it remained. He tried to stick his arm down into it, but when his elbow disappeared into it, his hand rose through it a few feet away. He yelped and leapt back, his arm coming with him, and for a moment he sat on the steps flexing his hand and wiggling his fingers to make sure they were all accounted for.
“Cool!” Jane said. “Let me try that!” She leaned her axe against the wall and stuck her hand into the fog. Just as had happened with her brother, when her arm was in deep enough, her hand reemerged some distance away. “Hey, Dan!” Her brother looked up and saw his sister’s hand protruding up through the fog, balled up except for the middle finger, which extended proudly.
“Charming,” he groused.
“Hold on, guys,” Tina said, pointing to her shirt button, which had come to rest on the fog just out of reach. “Hey, Jane, give me the end of your axe.” Jane extended the base of her pole axe to her sister, who grabbed the pommel and positioned her feet on the steps at the point where the fog met it. “Now, slowly, lower me down.” Jane grabbed the axe where the blades met the haft and began lowering her sister, but realized quickly that she still weighed the same, despite her new strength. Tina plummeted toward the fog, but stopped just before impact when Dan grabbed Jane’s waist and sat back on the steps.
“I gotcha!” he said.
“Thanks!” Tina said. “That was close. Now just give me a sec and I’ll grab the button.” She reached for the little plastic disc, but when her hand neared the fog the blue aura returned to her hand, crackling and popping with electric intensity. There was a little pain, but the unexpectedness made it seem a hundred times worse. “Pull me up!” she cried. “Pull me up!” Jane and Dan pulled the axe toward them, bringing their sister with it until she collapsed onto the stairs.
“What the hell was that?” Dan said.
“I don’t know,” Tina said, examining her hand. “I thought it was just a fluke.”
“Fluke from what?”
“Last night,” Tina said. “Uh, right. So Jane and I, we found this book of spells.
“It was you!” Dan said, feeling some measure of relief. If the chaos in the mansion had been his sisters’ doing, he could handle that. He was used to that kind of chaos—knew how to deal with it. “That blast. The light.”
“Oh!” Tina clapped her hands to her mouth. “That blast was bigger than I thought. I think I must have absorbed some of it. But why didn’t you?” she asked, turning to Jane. “You did half the spell, right?”
“Hey,” her sister said. “Don’t look at me. I just work here.”
Tina scrunched up her face in thought, and then said, “Ok, guys, stand back.” As her siblings backed up a few steps, she closed her eyes and focused on the feelings she’d had the previous night. Memories of electric energy, fear, curiosity, lust, bliss, and orgasm coursed through her. She slid her hands up her body, tracing her own contours and feeling nervous excitement.
“Uh, Tina?” Dan said, watching his sister move with a sensuality he had not known the girl possessed.
“Shh!” Jane hissed in a hushed voice. “It’s working. Look.” Indeed, Tina’s hands began to glow again. Luckily for Dan, her hands stopped just below her breasts. Jane, however, let out a disappointed little sigh, which he noted and stored away. When Tina opened her eyes, they blazed with blue flame that left the rest of her face unburned. “Aw, wicked!” Jane said.
Tina took a deep breath, held it, and then blew. The black fog burned away, revealing that they only had one more flight of stairs to go. When she was done, the flames receded back into her eyes, and then purple flames engulfed her, dispersing in sparks. “Guys,” she said. “Did I level up?” Dan, mute in stupor, just nodded.
“Fuck yeah!” Jane cheered and high-fived her sister. “That was awesome! How do you feel?”
Tina grinned. “Check this out,” she said and clicked her fingers. Her hands came alive in flame, and once again her eyes burned, blue flames licking her forehead. She clicked her fingers again, and the flames puffed out of existence.
“Duuuuuude,” Jane said.
“Yeah,” Dan said, flatly. “What could possibly go wrong?”
“You’re just just jealous ‘cause you haven’t leveled up yet,” Jane said, sticking her tongue out and blowing a raspberry.
“Maybe not,” he said. “I don’t know.”
“What?” his sisters said in unison.
“I got knocked out for a bit last night,” he said, and then proceeded to tell them the account from the previous night.
“So he’s storing people in jars?” Jane said.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“Not people,” Tina said. “Souls.” Her siblings stared at her. “I can sort of see them now. Yours, I mean—just like you described them, a universe of stars. But yours looks different somehow,” she said to Dan. “I don’t know how to describe it.”
“Wow,” he said. “That makes me feel better.”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” Jane said mockingly. “Maybe you leveled up when you were knocked out. Think positive!”
Dan just turned away and started down the stairs. Sometimes his little sister was such a pain in the ass. As he neared the open doorway that led away from the stairwell, the smells of baked goods became even stronger. Dan’s stomach grumbled, but he pushed the feeling aside and peered around the edge of the opening. A long hallway extended for about a hundred feet, but beyond that, he couldn’t tell with any certainty what lay waiting for them. “Wait here,” he said, and moved quickly and silently down the hall toward the first door.
Light spilled from the crack in the open door, and from within, he heard clinking of pots and pans, staccato thumping of a knife chopping vegetables, and the bubbling of a tureen of soup. The smell made his stomach grumble, and he moved closer. “No!” a growling deep voice complained from within. “This one meat. This one no meat.”
“Er, sorry,” said a second similarly gravelly voice.
“You want to be turned into toad again?”
“Toad delicious.”
The resonant gong of an iron pan against thick skull, and then, “Then maybe I put you in soup next time. Now go get more meat.”
Heavy footsteps approached the door, and Dan flattened himself low against the wall, hand on the handle of his knife, ready to spring. What came out the door was something Dan had only imagined. Immense enough that it needed to stoop to pass through the doorway came an—Dan blinked to make sure he wasn’t dreaming—an orc. Rough greenish gray skin covering a frame the size of a compact car was offset by the creature’s apparel: chef whites, checkered pants, black clogs and a squat white toque. “Put me in soup?” it groused under its breath. “Put you in soup. One day, I head chef.” To his relief, it turned away from him, headed farther down the hall, grumbling all the way, and turned the corner and was gone, though, Dan knew, not for long.
Moving past the doorway, he snuck a peek at the head chef, who had busied himself with tasting a sauce. Like the underling, this orc towered above his station. It held the tablespoon between two fingers the size of sausages and sipped the sauce with a gentleness and grace Dan wouldn’t have expected. “Hrmm,” it grumbled. “It need more salt.” The orc turned, and Dan slipped from the doorway and continued down the hall.
He made it past two more doors, both closed, when he heard the heavy footsteps returning from the meat locker. There was nowhere to run, so he tried the door closest to him. Locked. Not enough time to pick the lock, either. He backpedaled and tried the door closest to the kitchen. Success. Silently, he entered the room, a small wine cellar by the look of it. But something behind the shelves moved. One of the magister’s servants poked its head out from behind a rack of dusty wine bottles. Dan found a stack of barrels and made himself as small as he could. The servant must have heard him, and moved toward the barrels. Dan began to freak out, and put his hand on his knife. Still, he got as low as he could. His heart thumped in his chest, and he felt an odd sensation, but the servant peered behind the barrels. He tried to unsheathe his knife, but found it wasn’t there. The servant reached down, but to his surprise reached over his head. Dan looked and saw the servant coming up with his knife. No! he thought, and lunged at the masked man, who reeled, tripped over a wooden chest, and splatted onto the stone. He grabbed his knife back and swiped at the man’s face. The white, semi-glossy faceplate skittered across the stone. Staring back at Dan were two blazing yellow eyes ringed by dead darkness. Dan leapt up, retreated, but fell over the same chest that had tripped the servant. “Zombie!” he screamed, and his knife fell from between his teeth. In that moment, as the zombie servant rose to its feet, hissing, he realized he was completely naked. He scanned for his clothes and found them behind the barrels where he had hid. He gathered everything up as quickly as he could, snagged a bottle of wine from the nearest shelf, and fled.
Just as he was making for the door, the orc, on his way back from the meat locker had heard the commotion and opened the door. A naked human hurtled toward him, and had the orc not been so surprised, he might have stopped the intruder, who instead caromed off the giant gray-green frame and made off down the hallway. The zombie came at him, but the orc simply grabbed the top of its head, lifted it off the ground, and tossed it aside like a bag of flour. Down the hall, the chef poked his head out of the kitchen just as the naked human sprinted past. “What d’ hell?” it said.
Jane saw the orcs and rushed to save her brother. As she charged, she felt a sexual charge rush through her body. When she was done here, she was going to jump her sister’s bones again, whether or not their brother was present. She was horny, and the closer violence came, the hornier she got. Dan ran past the charging Jane, who grinned admiring his body. Maybe she would try to get him to stay for the festivities. As this thought wormed its way through her mind, the chef orc stepped out into the hallway and put his giant hand out, stopping his fellow orc from pursuit.
“Why you stop me?!” it roared.
“Small naked human man no threat,” the chef said. “Where meat?” And just as he asked, the solid pommel of Jane’s pole axe smashed into his head, knocking him out. She tried to swing it at the second orc, but the blade caught on the narrow hallway’s wall, sparking. In her moment of hesitation, the second orc caught her by the neck, lifted her off the ground.
“Silly human,” it growled. “Night, night.” He moved his fingers in front of her face and flicked her in the forehead. Lights out.
“Jane!” Tina cried from the hallway entrance. She tried to advance on the orc, but her brother stopped her.
“No!” he said. “Run!”
“No!” Tina said, shaking him off, but the zombie servant appeared in the hallway behind the orc. From farther down, more white masks appeared from the darkness.
“Tina, they’re zombies!” he said. “We’re not strong enough. She’ll be ok. Look.” The orc set down Jane’s limp form and turned on the approaching horde. “We need to regroup and come back with a plan. Come on.”
“Fine,” Tina said, tears of rage in her eyes. “But we’re coming back, and we’re wiping them all out.”
“Of course,” Dan said, surprised and uneasy at her sister’s dark turn. “Of course. I’m with you.” With that, they ran for the stairs and began the long trek back to their quarters.
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When Jane awoke, the first thing she noticed was her lack of clothes. The dungeon was a bit chilly, and she shivered. The second thing she noticed was that she was bound, arms above her and legs slightly apart, by heavy iron shackles attached to equally heavy chains. She struggled, but was clearly going nowhere.
A jangling of chains from outside the thick wooden cell door drew her attention just in time to see it open long enough for the former orc underling to kick his former boss into the cell and shut the door. “Why you do this?” the chef said, clearly still dazed.
“You treat Hurg bad,” the captor said through the small barred opening. “Now Hurg cook. Maybe Hurg put you in soup.”
“Hey!” Jane shouted. “What about me?”
“You try chop Hurg,” he said. “Bad try. You time out.”
“Can I at least have my clothes back?”
“No,” he said, and then laughed. “Maybe Grum keep you warm. Heh heh.” With that, the shutter to the barred opening slid closed.
“Worth a try,” Jane said to herself.
Her new cellmate, she noticed, was free of restraints, and when he stood, still clad in his kitchen whites, his muscles rippled below greenish skin. He would have been more than a match for this Hurg character had she not knocked him cold. “This is major bummer,” he said.
“Great,” Jane muttered. “And now I’m stuck here with a big dumb orc.”
“Hey,” the orc said, offended. “I not dumb. I graduate from O.U.”
“Orc University?”
“You hear of it?” the orc said. “It small school, but prestigious in own way.”
“Uh-huh,” Jane said. The sexual energy she had built up in battle was not stuck with nowhere to go, and idle chatter frustrated her. Still, at least her cellmate wasn’t intent on savaging her prone body—though as horny as she was, the thought did almost appeal to her. “What’d you major in? Smashing?”
“No,” he said. “Smashing intramural sport. Grum major in art history. Minor in philosophy.”
“And yet here you are,” Jane said, instantly angry at herself for doing so. Why would she want to aggravate the orc? She took a deep breath and prepared for the worst, but it didn’t come.
“Economy tough,” he said. “Grum take night classes at culinary school. Get job. Pay bills.”
“Your parents must be proud.”
“Don’t know,” he said. “Grum kill father. Don’t know mother.”
“Dude,” Jane said. “That sucks. I’m sorry.”
“No worry. Just orc way.”
A moment of silence passed between them. Jane felt her eyes undressing the orc, tried to shake it off, but only felt hornier for the effort. “So, what now?” she said.
“Don’t know,” he had. “Maybe just wait for end.”
“Hey!” Jane said. “That’s no way to talk. You can’t give up yet.”
“What Grum to do? Not strong enough to kick down door. Pretty naked lady strong, too, but chained.”
“You think I’m pretty?
“Is wrong?”
“No!” Jane blurted. “No, just … you know … I thought orcs would just stick their giant dicks in anything.”
“That stereotype,” Grum said.
“Which part?”
“Former,” Grum said. “Grum average size.”
“But you’ll stick it anywhere?”
“Grum no comment,” he said. After a weird moment he added, “Does not mean Grum not appreciate beauty.” The orc moved toward her, and she tensed.
“What are you going to do to me?” she said, her voice quaking in a confusion of fear and lust. His hand moved toward her, but only to check the strength of the chains holding her hands up. He yanked, and with a crack-thump the stones that anchored the chains crashed to the floor in front of Jane.
“Not what Grum expected,” he said. “Hoped chain snap.” Jane thought for a moment about her new strength, and tried to lift the stones, but doing so was awkward and she couldn’t get any footing. Grum knelt and inspected the chains at her feet. He tried gripping them and pulling, but the masonry on the floor was much more sound, and all he did was pinch Jane’s ankles in their shackles.
“Yeeow!” she yelped.
“Sorry,” he said, placing his hand on her hip as an apology. Jane had expected his skin to be as rough as it looked, but it was actually smooth—tough, but smooth. And it was warm, a welcome sensation in the drafty dungeon cell. She took in a small breath, and he drew his hand back. “Oh, sorry.”
“It’s ok,” Jane found herself saying. “The warmth was nice.”
“Pretty human cold?”
“Jane,” she said. “Call me Jane, ok?”
“Ok. Grum name Grum.”
“I got that.” After a moment, she said, “Are you going to put your hand back or not?” Grum put his hand back on her hip. Even on his knees he was a head taller than she was, and she had to look up to meet his eyes, which, it turned out, were a pleasant shade of green.
“Better?” he asked.
“Better,” Jane said. Though she couldn’t move her feet much, the relative unbinding of her hands left her some degree of mobility, and she rotated as much as she could of herself to face him. When she did, his large hand slid around to her stomach. The warmth and sensation of touch made Jane shiver with relief and desire.
“Jane still cold?” Grum said, and she nodded. He slid his hand back to her hip, but brought his other hand up to caress the other side. The touch was light for such a large creature, and Jane saw a gentle awkwardness in his smile.
“First time?” she said.
Grum nodded. “With human.”
“My first time was last night,” Jane said, “so I know how you feel.” She placed her shackled hands over his and urged them upward until his fingers rippled over her nipples. She sighed in pleasure, and Grum became more adventurous, caressing and gently kneading Jane’s young breasts. “Mmm,” she moaned softly. “That feels great.” Temptation became too much for her, and she unbuttoned the front of his shirt. Muscle moved under greenish skin, and when she touched his chest the skin prickled and she heard his breathing turn briefly ragged. She smiled at him, he smiled back, and then she kissed him.
It was a strange kiss, yes, but his breath was pleasant, almost naturally minty, and his lips were surprisingly soft, given the toughness of the rest of his skin. They kissed again, and Grum’s hands slid around to her back, pressing her into him. Her breasts pressed against his strong chest, she felt herself melt into him, surrendering to his caresses. His hands moved up and down her back, moving ever closer to her butt, and she pressed her face into his chest and sighed with lust when they finally found their marks.
“Jane like?” Grum said, massaging her buttocks.
“Jane like,” she said, pressing against his hands.
“Jane want more?”
“Jane want more,” she moaned, as his fingers, due solely to the size of his hands, came dangerously close to her smooth labia and tight little anus. “Just be gentle with me. It’s my first time with a man.”
“Grum thought first time was last night.”
“It was with a woman,” Jane said. Grum’s eyes lit up, and she said, “Long story. Tell you later, ok?”
“Grum look forward,” he said with a mischievous grin. After a bit more teasing, he moved one hand around front, and slid his middle finger along her slit. Jane gasped and saw stars. Grum brought his finger up, moist with her juices. Like a fine sauce, he tasted her, and then grunted.
“Everything ok?” Jane said, almost offended.
Grum let out a quaking breath. “Grum always hear human female juice aphrodisiac, but not believe. Now believe.”
Jane giggled, but then stopped short when Grum eased his finger into her soaking pussy. “Ah, fuck!” she moaned. His digit slipped farther into her, and then ran against her hymen, causing her to yelp. “Jane ok?”
“It’s my …” she started, but trailed off in a muddle of pain and pleasure. His finger was so big, it might as well have been a cock.
“Oh,” Grum said, backing his finger out until just the first knuckle was inside her.
“Just do it quickly,” she said. He nodded and rammed his finger into her, filling her virginal canal. Jane hugged him tight around the neck and squeaked in pain from behind clenched teeth. But as he began to move his finger in and out of her, the pain turned to pleasure. Soon enough, Jane was panting, and then moaning, and then grinding her hungry pussy against his finger. “Oh yeah…” she moaned.
Before she could come, Grum slid his finger from her and tried to lift her up, but was reminded in short order that she was anchored to the floor. He roared in frustration, and Jane froze in terror as she saw the full extent of an orc’s rage. This time, when he yanked on her leg chains, the metal snapped as if made of yarn. Jane stumbled backward and fell over, and Grum stood over her, his chest rising and falling with inhuman passion. He crouched and looked as if he were going to pounce, and Jane scooted away, but her hands were still anchored to the floor by the stones from the ceiling. Grum grabbed her ankles, spread her legs open, and then fell upon her, face first between her legs.
Jane’s mind careened in confusion, and then did a sharp U-turn when she felt Grum’s tongue, hot and wet against her sex. The orc, on his knees and elbows, shifted his hands up to her butt, holding it up off the ground and kneading it as his tongue explored every inch of the girl’s juicy pussy. “Fuck!” she gasped as his tongue, ran circles around her clit. He slid a finger back into her, and she bucked and wrapped her creamy legs around his head. “Oh fuck!” Orgasm smashed into her like a truck, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Grum continued to lick her until she went slack, twitching every so often.
When she regained her wits, Grum sat next to her, smiling. “Jane happy?”
“Jane happy,” she nodded.
“Want leave now?”
Jane crawled over to him and tasted herself on his lips. “What, when we have the room to ourselves?” She pushed him down to the floor and kissed him again, her legs straddling his chest. Moving down, she kissed and licked the strong chest and belly, until she reached the waistband of his pants. She took a breath, undid the front, and slid them down, revealing the orc’s large cock. “Jeez, man, I thought you said you were average size!”
“For orc,” he corrected. The cock before her was almost a foot long and as big around as the haft of her axe. It was slightly knobbed, too, which made it look even more alien. “Understand if too big for tiny human.”
“Who you calling tiny?” Jane said, and then placed her hand around his mighty shaft. When she leaned in and licked from the base to just under the head, he growled, “Tongue so soft. So good.” Encouraged, Jane licked again. She thought it would be weird, or that she would feel differently, this large, strange cock being her first, but she found herself comfortable with it. More than that, she wanted it. She wanted to taste it—wanted it inside her. She had wondered if she might only like girls after the night with her sister, but every cell in her body cried out for sex, not just with her, but with anyone and anything that would have her. She knew it was the mansion filling her with desire, but at the moment, she couldn’t possibly care less.
Jane’s lips rippled as they ran up the side of Grum’s knobby cock. One side, and then the other, she coated his hot member in her saliva, until, reaching the head, she opened her mouth as wide as it would go and felt his hot meat pulsing against her tongue. She took as much of him as she could, but it was scarcely half. He growled in pleasure and slid a hand down her back, over her firm round ass, and then dipped a finger into her pussy. Jane moaned, and the vibration made Grum growl louder. Jane sped up her bobbing, lost in ecstasy, and felt the orc’s cock become slick with her spit.
Suddenly, Grum pulled her mouth from his cock, and she saw a primal glint in his eyes. He pushed her back, flipped her over so her ass was in the air, and placed the tip of his throbbing member against her drooling opening. Jane felt the thick head spreading her labia, and grunted as they stretched to maximum. “Grum!” she squealed. “Go slow. It’s so big.” The orc slowed his push, but not by much. He was losing control, and just as Jane thought he would tear her in two, the head popped into her. Relief for a moment, and then his advance stretched her again. Two more inches, two more, one more, and then he bottomed out. He tried to press further into her, but she screamed as he jammed his cock against her cervix. The pain was blinding, and she tried to pull away, but Grum held her fast. He did back off a bit though, and she gasped as the pain receded.
“Jane hurt?”
Jane nodded furiously. “No more room,” she panted, beginning to feel pleasure as the stretching of her pussy mashed her clit firmly against his cock. He backed out a bit, pushed forward, backed out more, and pressed forward, always stopping just short of her cervix. She gripped the chains that anchored her hands to the stone blocks Grum had torn form the ceiling. How had she not done this before? There were a few boys at school who struck her fancy, and now she wondered how they would feel inside her. Certainly not the same as Grum, his knobby length filling her up in ecstatic rhythm.
But it wasn’t the filling up that shot electricity through her—it was the emptying. Every time Grum’s cock drew back, Jane shuddered with delight, eyes rolling back into her head, mouth agape in a silent scream. Warmth flooded her body, and she came. Her muscles locked down on the orc’s thick meat, and Grum roared in orgasm. Jane felt pressure inside her as hot cum filled what little space was left inside her. “Oh, shit!” she cried out, as the pulsing sensation made her climax again. When Grum grunted and pulled out, Jane felt a torrent of seed spill from her pussy and drip down her legs.
She collapsed forward, seeing stars and only able to make throaty gurgling sounds. The cold stone against her face and breasts hardly registered. Panting and woozy, she lay there for some time until Grum turned her over. “Wazzit, Grummmm?” she slurred.
“Grum make sure you not dead,” he said. “Been known to happen.”
“Oh, thaz nize’v you,” she said, barely able to feel, let alone control her lips. After a minute, she said, “You’re not sleepy?”
“Orc not sleep after sex,” he said. “But ok if Jane sleep. Grum can wait.”
Jane, slowly feeling her senses return, rolled over and got to her knees. One last glob of cum plopped out of her, making her shiver. “No,” she said, seating herself on one of the fallen stones. “No, we should probably get out of here.”
When Jane finally stood, purple fire once again engulfed her. “Ooh!” Grum said. “Jane level up.”
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END OF PART 1
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2017 Incest sex stories: The Curse of Magic Mansion – Part 2.1 : The Lair of the Spider Queen by BDLong
The Wilder siblings find themselves caught in the web of Arachnetta, Queen of the Spiders
The Curse of Magic Mansion, Part 2: The Lair of the Spider Queen
Genres: Fantasy, Anal, Bestiality, Bi-sexual, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Female / Girl, Girls / Female, Hardcore, Incest, Lesbian, Male / Female Teens, Male/Teen Female, Monster, Non-consensual sex, Oral Sex, Threesome, Virginity, Written by women
When Tina had seen her little sister incapacitated, ice had filled her veins. Cold fire had covered her hands and bled from her eyes, and she had felt the urge to destroy. But her brother had urged her back. He had been right: she had just discovered magic, but didn’t know if she could control it, let alone fight an untold number of zombies. So they had fled, not up thirty flights of stairs, but just one. When they reached the top, they looked down and saw that the atrium now led to the sitting room, just as it had the night before. If they wanted to reach Jane, they would have to find another way.
Now, Tina sat on the edge of her brother’s bed, fuming in regret, anger, and fear. “But you stopped to grab a bottle of wine?” she hissed at him as he slipped his pants back on.
“I wasn’t in my right mind,” he said. “I think I became invisible. But I felt different, too—out of control, primal. Maybe I lost all corporeal form and became a spirit.”
Dan’s even tone, his emotional detachment from the situation made Tina furious, and it took all her effort to keep the dangerous magic part of her at bay. “Don’t make excuses, coward! You’re just jealous!”
Dan had never seen his sister like this. Sure, he’d seen her angry—mostly at Jane—but not like this. He could see something in her eyes that scared him. “What’s gotten into you?” he said. “Ever since you started using magic, you’ve been … well, you’ve not been yourself. And what is this about jealousy? What are you talking about?”
“I—” Tina started, and then noticed how Dan was looking at her. He was afraid of her, but that was only a small part. Something behind his eyes seemed to be watching her. Whatever it was created a huge magical ripple that made the hairs on her arms stand up. “Nothing. Forget it,” she said, sincerely hoping he would. “You’re right. This magic, whatever it is, it picks up on emotions, feeds off them—and amplifies them, I guess.”
“Just be careful, ok?” Dan said. “You went to a really dark place, and I don’t want to lose you to it.” Tina nodded, but the now dissipating anger had held back the agony of defeat and the fear of losing her sister, which came rushing in. Tears came to her eyes, and Dan sat next to her, giving her a shoulder on which to rest her head.
“I’m sorry,” she said, fighting the urge to cry. “This is all a little too much, y’know.”
“I sure do,” he said. “The world’s completely changed around us. Or maybe it hasn’t. It’s scary, thinking it’s been like this the whole time and we just didn’t know.” He picked the wine bottle off the bed. It had no label, and the cork stuck a half inch out, enough for Dan to grip. He popped it out and sniffed. “One thing hasn’t changed, though: wine.”
Tina couldn’t help but smile. Dan always had a weird way of cheering her up. “So, what, we get drunk and go rescue Jane?”
“It’s the last thing they’d expect,” Dan said, winking. He took a swig of the wine and passed it to Tina, who drank and coughed. She’d had wine at dinner, but only a little. Never before had she been drunk, and the thought of being so scared her a little, particularly because the magic that made it hard to control her emotions would almost certainly flare out of control as her inhibitions loosened.
“So,” she said, taking another gulp and passing the bottle back. “I meant to ask: how did you change into a spirit or whatever?”
“No idea,” he said. “The servant was about to find me, and all I could of was getting small. Honestly, I didn’t even think it worked until I realized I was naked.”
“Can you try to change now?”
“Right this instant?”
“Sure,” she said. “If we’re going to try and rescue Jane, we might as well practice.”
Dan chuckled a bit. “Ok,” he said. “Sure.” He stood and went to the middle of the room. Tina sat, wine bottle in hand, grinning at him. “Stand back,” he said, and then took a deep breath. Suddenly, he was on the floor, curled in the fetal position. After a moment, he untucked his body and looked around.
“I don’t think it took,” Tina laughed. Dan smiled sheepishly and stood again.
“It would seem so,” he said. He took another deep breath, let it out, and then threw all his concentration in to thinking small. Small. Small! SMALL! And then he heard Tina giggling. “What’s so funny?”
Between gasps of laughter, she said, “Dan, you look like you’re trying to fart.”
“Oh, come on, Tina! That’s not helping,” he said, her laughter infecting him. “How do you guys do your things?” Tina suddenly became quiet. “What is it?”
“It’s just that my power…” she sighed and hid her face. How could she tell him? Could she? She took another swig from the bottle. “So you remember that itch, right? Last night?” He nodded. “Like the, uh, sex things we saw?”
“Oh,” he said. “Oh boy. Hey, is it suddenly really hot in here?”
“Yeah,” she said. “So, that’s kind of it for me. I mean, that’s how I get it started, but I kind of have a hard time shutting it off. The feeling, I mean. It lasts after the magic is gone.”
Dan raised an eyebrow. “So you’re having those feelings?” he said, having a hard time looking at his sister. “Right now?” Tina blushed and nodded. Dan felt his stomach sink. “Look,” he said. “Maybe this isn’t the best idea.”
“Your visions were of us,” Tina said. “Me and Jane, I mean.” His silence was confirmation enough. “It’s ok,” she said.
“What do you mean?” he said. “It’s definitely not ok. I mean, you’re my sister. Jane is my sister.”
“Jane’s my sister, too,” Tina said, the wine having unlocked the doors behind which she had tried to hide that little secret.
Dan looked as if he were going to pass out. “You mean…?”
“Sex?” Tina said, hiding her face in her hands.
“I…” Dan started, then looked at his hands as if there was a different answer written on them. “But … how … there was that blast … and then this morning … she was so nice this morning!” Tina nodded, coaxing his train of thought forward. “Mom and dad will lose their minds. You know that, right?”
“No shit, Dan. This is weird…”
“But?”
“But,” Tina said reluctantly, “I love her.”
“So do I,” he said.
“You know what I mean,” she said.
“I do,” he said irritably, and then reached out his hand for the bottle. “Gimme that.” After a long drink, some pacing, another long drink, and more pacing, he looked at Tina. “How was it?”
She laughed in disbelief. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” But he was silent. “She helped me feel sexy for the first time in, well, ever. How’s that?”
“I see,” he said, suddenly eyeing the skin on her belly, revealed by the missing button she’d used to detect the black fog. Tina saw his eyes fixate, and remembered how Jane had given her a similar look. She shifted herself so more skin and her bellybutton showed, and watched Dan try not to look. “I mean,” he said, “it’s not like you weren’t before.”
“Was I now,” she said, unbuttoning the next button, beginning to take a perverse pleasure in teasing her brother.
“I … uh … yeah,” he said. “Sure.”
“It doesn’t sound like you’re too sure about that,” she said, unbuttoning even further up.
Dan shifted uncomfortably, clearly trying to hide what was quickly becoming a rock-hard boner. “I mean yes,” he said. “Of course you were.”
Tina unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, letting it fall way from her breasts. “So why did you never say anything?”
“You’re my sister,” he said. “I mean, who says something like that to their sister?”
Tina let her shirt fall off, and unhooked her bra, setting her firm young breasts free. “I do,” she said. “It sounds like you just didn’t want to help me.”
Dan couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and moreover, couldn’t believe how horny he had become. Despite being normally even keel, he was just as horny as any other teenage guy, but he began to feel something primal stirring inside him. “I did—I do! It’s just…”
“I know,” she placated him. “I’m your sister.” She got off the bed and approached him, feeling more strongly that hungry, savage force just below his skin. But she couldn’t help herself. “If you want to help me,” she said, “the zipper on my skirt is stuck.” She turned her hip to him, and he just swallowed and nodded. The zipper was not stuck, and her skirt fell from her.
“Oh, god,” Dan said, seeing that his sister wasn’t wearing panties, and was now completely naked in front of him.
“Like what you see?” she said.
“No!”
“No!?”
“It’s happening!” he grunted and bent as if cramped. “I can’t control it!”
“Let it come,” Tina said, stroking his head.
“No! You don’t understand!” Dan groaned. “Run! Get away!” But Tina didn’t run, and watched her brother change before her eyes. When he was done, his clothes lay on the floor, and a werewolf stood on top of the tattered remains. This wasn’t some cuddly Teen Wolf version of her brother, but an actual werewolf crouched forward, resting on its knuckles.
“Dan?” she said, now feeling quite vulnerable. The Wolf only looked back at her with glowing yellow eyes. “Danny?” The manimal advanced, and Tina froze. Maybe if she stood still, it would just leave her alone, but instead of moving on, the Wolf circled her once and then stuck its nose a fraction of an inch from her smooth, moist crotch.
Tina shuddered as she felt hot breath on her sex. Instinctively, she started to step away, but a low rumbling from deep within the beast froze her solid again. Sharp white teeth revealed themselves, and Tina said, “Ok. Not going anywhere. Sniff all you want.” The Wolf sniffed more, and then circled behind her. Tina thought that was the end of it, but she felt hot breath on her again. Then, something soft and wet slid between her legs. No! she thought. No, no, no, no, no. She resisted not because there was an monster lapping at her pussy, but because it felt really, really good. She desperately wanted to get away from this beast, but fear and pleasure kept her feet planted. To her great surprise, she even widened her stance, allowing the Wolf greater access. The long tongue licked from her clit all the way to her tight anus, and she shivered. No one had touched her asshole in this way, not even herself, and the soft wetness there made her tremble with nervous energy—but only for a moment.
No, she thought again. This had gone far enough. “Dan,” she said, turning to the man-beast. “Enough.” But the yellow glowing eyes were not those of her brother. The Wolf didn’t understand, and growled again, its teeth bared. This time, though, Tina had positioned herself between the beast and the door, and decided to make a break for it. Sexual tension and fear brought magic bubbling to the surface, and in one clean movement, she ignited her hands and blasted the Wolf with cold fire. The beast staggered back, and Tina ran, but only made it halfway to the door, before the Wolf was on her.
Tina, hands and knees on the floor, felt teeth around her neck, and closed her eyes, waiting for the end, but it never came. Instead, when she was still, the Wolf released her. Tina dared not move, even when she felt hot breath on her butt. The tongue licked at her again, but she was too terrified to feel pleasure. “Oh, god,” she said, voice shaking. “What are you doing? Danny, help me!” But it was no use, the Wolf’s tongue continued to lap at her drooling snatch, its tongue slipping between her labia and brushing against her clit. “Damn it,” she groaned, feeling her body betray her mind. The wetter she became, the more intense the werewolf’s lapping became, which, despite her fear, only made her wetter. She felt herself part her legs more, allowing the intruding tongue full access to her hot young sex, and felt guilt and shame descend. “Oh, god. What am I doing?” But those thoughts and words were quickly lost in the sounds of her own panting and moaning. The Wolf lapped at her without restriction, its long tongue sweeping over her throbbing clit, digging into her moist opening, and sliding across her soft, tight anus. Her arms began to shake, and she lowered herself to her elbows. This put her young pussy in prime position.
Tina felt as if she could come at any moment, but then the licking stopped. She had almost dared to turn around when the Wolf’s powerful hands gripped her waist. Claws dug into her soft flesh and she yelped. But that pain dropped into the background when she felt something hard, hot and wet stab a few times around her aching entrance. She craned her head around to confirm her suspicions. “Oh, wait! No no no—” but her terrified protest ended in what would have been a blood curdling scream, had it not lodged in her throat, as the werewolf found its mark, and its cock plunged into her slick pussy. There was no gentleness, no warmth to this bestial fucking, and Tina’s eyes shot open as wide as they would go. Mouth still agape in silent scream, Tina felt pain radiating out from her formerly virginal sex, as if someone were jackhammering a red-hot bowling pin into her. The man-beast’s cock was huge, and, knowing she would never successfully escape, she did her best to maneuver herself to accommodate as much of it as she could.
Tina tried to say, “Please stop! I can’t take it anymore!” Unfortunately, what came out was, “Ugh! Uhn! Nnng!” Of course, the werewolf heeded none of this, anyway, driven as it was by primal instinct, and continued to hammer into her hot pussy until, in its energetic fucking, it threw itself off balance and fell off of her for a moment. “AAAH!” Tina cried out, feeling the cock slip from her. “Fuck!” In too much shock to collapse one way or the other, she could only droop her head, looking past her firm, dangling breasts and out from between her still spread legs. The werewolf paced back and forth behind her, frustrated, its hard red cock bobbing with the manimal’s movements. “Holy shit,” Tina groaned, panting. “Holy shit.” Okay, she thought, it wasn’t nearly as big as a bowling pin, but it was pretty damn big. She felt her pussy twitch and drool, and after several deep breaths, the pain receded. As if the Wolf could sense the girl’s terror ebbing, it approached her again. “Oh, come on!” she complained. “At least give me a minute.” The werewolf gripped her again, and she felt her body tense up, but as the stiff red cock jabbed at her again and again, trying to find its target, Tina resigned herself to what was coming next.
When the Wolf’s cock did finally find her slick love tunnel, ramming it home the only way it knew how, Tina gasped. The pain was almost a memory, and quickly replacing it was ecstasy. Lightning coursed through her body, and warmth filled her belly as the werewolf plowed into her repeatedly. Wet sloshing and slapping sounds filled the room, and Tina moaned a long “Nnnnnh!” followed by a silent, mouthed, “Fuck!” She clenched her eyes and saw stars as she came hard around the Wolf’s pounding cock. Her back arched and toes curled, and shivering warmth coursed through her veins. The Wolf did not stop, though, and Tina felt her strength evaporate under the relentless dicking. Her arms slid out in front of her, and the side of her face came to rest on the stone floor.
Every nerve in her body felt as if it were on fire, and whimpering, she bit her lower lip. She had never thought she would have lost her virginity this way, or that this was even a thing that happened. She had come across one or two erotic stories with monsters like orcs and giant spiders, but had skipped those parts because the idea seemed repulsive and degrading. She made a mental note to go back and read those parts when she got out of here. Her breathing quickened again as warmth flooded into her head again, and electricity tingled on her fingers. “Shit!” she moaned as she squirmed and came again.
This time, the Wolf growled and thrust deep into her, causing her to grunt. When it pulled back to ram her again, she found that it was stuck inside her. Tina felt swelling just inside her quivering pussy, and then the Wolf’s cock unleashed a hot torrent. She tried to move, but a sharp pain discouraged her. “What the hell?” she groaned, feeling fuller than she ever imagined was possible. But through the involuntary movements of the locked lovers, the werewolf’s knot ground against her g-spot and stretched her pussy so that her clit was plastered to the throbbing mass of monster meat. “Oh!” she yelped in surprise as waves of pleasure pulsed out from her sex and washed over her body and mind. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came again, silently twitching, save a few guttural, throaty noises.
Suddenly, the door swung open. “What the fuck?!”
Tina shot onto her hands, and the werewolf growled. Jane stood in the doorway, clad in a wrap of some sort. There was someone else with her, but Tina couldn’t see who it was from her position. “I—” she shuddered with pleasure.
“Dude,” Jane said. “What. The. Fuck.”
“This is … is …” Tina tried. “Oh, god, Jane. This is exactly what it looks like.” She tried to move, but again stopped short when the werewolf’s knot stretched her to the limit. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure: Tina’s head swam in a stew of lust, relief, fear and embarrassment.
“I don’t even know what to say,” Jane said, and then noticed that Tina’s eyelids were at half mast. Her big sister was barely holding onto her wits. “Does it hurt?”
Tina panted, “Only … when I move around.”
“Can I see?”
Tina nodded. “Who’s that?” she asked.
The orc stepped into the doorway, following Jane, but skirting as far as it could away from the dangerous looking werewolf. “This is Grum. He’s the head chef. Grum, this is my sister, Tina.”
“Maybe Grum come back later,” the orc said. “Seem like not good time.”
“Nonsense,” Jane said.
As they entered, the Wolf panted and eyed the newcomers. It was bipedal like a man, but certain parts of its anatomy were clearly lupine. While Jane sat next to her sister, the orc scooted past, trying not to upset the delicate balance with his bulky frame. Normally, like any other person, Tina would have been mortified, but between the wine, the vigorous fucking, and now the knot that throbbed against her clit, she had no energy left to register anything but the sensations around her. Pulsing, electric ecstasy radiated from between her legs. There was werewolf’s belly and legs against her butt and thighs back, impossibly strong, but soft, fuzzy and warm. There was the cool stone floor beneath her hands and knees. And then there was the delicate warmth of a hand caressing her cheek. It was only after her sister brought the hand away, glistening from tears, that Tina said defensively, “He took me by surprise.”
“No worries,” Jane said, lifting her sister’s chin and kissing her lips. “So, uh, how long are you going to be like this?”
“No idea,” Tina said, tension in her voice.
“What’s wrong?” Jane said, worried.
“Nothing,” Tina grunted, eyes clenched. “I’m coming … again.” She lowered herself back down to her elbows as another orgasm tore through her. When the waves receded, she sucked in air. “Fuck. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Whoa,” Jane said in awe. “That’s intense.” She’d felt the tremor of orgasm in the older girl’s body, and felt tingling dampness between her own legs. She dropped her hand to Tina’s breast, and let it fill her palm. Ribbing her fingers over the brunette’s hard, tender nipple, she said, “How’d this happen, anyway?” Tina shivered from her sister’s touch, and tried to speak, but only managed a panted mumble. Jane snickered, and gently kneaded Tina’s breast. “It’s okay,” she said. “Fill me in later.”
“Grum not seen this kind of thing before,” the orc said.
“Neither have I, big guy,” Jane said, sliding her hand down her sister’s taut belly.
“Jane okay with it?”
“Honestly, man, I don’t know,” she said, her hand reaching the nexus of beast and human, her sister gasping as her fingers slid over slick, distended labia. “But she seems to be enjoying it, so yeah, I guess I am okay with it.” Jane ran her fingers, now slippery with her sister’s juices and excess wolf cum, over Tina’s clit, causing the older girl to squeal and shudder.
“Please,” she mumbled. “I can’t.”
“Sure you can,” Jane said devilishly, fingers picking up speed in their circular stroking.
“Uhn,” Tina said. “Fckkk … plzzz … nnnnno.”
“Just one more?” Jane pleaded with a sinister grin. “One more for me?” Tina felt time dilate, and once again slipped all the way to the floor, her back end sticking up, impaled by the panting werewolf. She swore and moaned, and orgasm thundered in her ears again. And when she came to, Jane lay on her side next to her, stroking the Wolf’s fur. “That’s a good boy!” the younger girl said. “You fucked her good.” For whatever reason, the werewolf seemed to accept the stroking.
“Oh, god,” Tina groaned in relief, feeling the wolf’s knot deflating. “Oh, fuck. He’s finally done.” Jane sat up to watch as, little by little, the werewolf’s knot began to ease from her sister’s well-fucked pussy. A squirt here and there as pressurized semen slipped past the knot, and then the Wolf’s thick member plopped from Tina’s sex, followed by a torrent of cum. “Aaah!” Tina yelled as one last blast of pain, pleasure, and relief crashed into her brain.
The werewolf squatted on the stones and howled a long “OOOOoooooooOOOO!” that seemed to pierce the fiber of reality. Violet flames engulfed it, and it stood, rising until it was about a head shorter than the orc. When the flames puffed out, Dan stood there, naked and dazed.
“Wow,” Jane said. “Now I’ve seen it all.”
Tina collapsed to the side, panting and half conscious. “Seen wha—” Dan said, stopping short. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh, god. What did I do?!”
“What the fuck?!” Jane yelped.
“What the fuck?!” shrieked Dan.
“What fuck?!” Even the orc stumbled backward from the naked human male.
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For a moment, the room filled with shouts of confusion, all building on each other until, soft as a feather, but as if spoken through a giant megaphone, Tina’s voice came though: “Please stop yelling.” And just like that, the room fell silent and all eyes went to the naked girl curled on the floor, werewolf cum still oozing from her pussy, and violet flames sinking back into her skin. “Thank you,” she said.
“Oh my god,” Dan said sitting heavily on the bed, burying his face in his hands. “I’m so, so sorry. I couldn’t … I tried to, but I couldn’t control it.” He shook with shame and embarrassment, adding, “All I could do was watch.”
Jane found herself more concerned by Dan’s reaction than by the events that had just unfolded in front of her. Her brother was normally unflappable, and seeing him lose his cool like this was beginning to chip away at her certainty that everything would turn out okay. “Hey, man,” she said. “You’re seriously starting to bum me out. Knock it off.”
“But I just … just …” Dan could barely form the words. “I just raped my sister!” he hissed. “And I wasn’t even human.”
“Dan,” came a weary voice from the floor. Tina was finally bringing herself up to a sitting position and extended a hand to him. A moment passed before he took it, and she lifted herself up onto the bed next to him. “It’s okay.”
“But,” he said. Tina put a finger over his lips.
“It’s okay, really,” she said. “It was scary, and it kind of hurt, and maybe it wasn’t what I would have chosen for my first time … uh, with a man, anyway. But you know what? I actually kinda liked it.”
Jane snorted. “I don’t think there’s any ‘kinda’ about it,” she said. “You were loving it.”
Tina blushed and loosened her grip on her brother’s hand, but the twinkle in her eyes gave her away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, unable to suppress a slight grin. “Say, what the hell are those?”
All eyes went to the large stone blocks, and then followed the chains up to the shackles on Jane’s wrists. “That’s kind of a long story,” the younger sister said, looking up at Grum.
“Don’t look at Grum,” the orc said. “Grum not good storyteller. Terrible narrative cohesion.”
“Decent vocabulary, though,” Tina noted.
The orc looked away with pursed lips, “Not know what you talk about.”
“Alright, alright, you coy bastard,” Jane said, punching him lightly on the arm. For the next few minutes, Jane recounted in graphic detail her adventure in the cell. She noticed Dan’s cock twitch, and lingered on the details longer and longer until he was fully erect and shifted uncomfortably. “You look like you could go again,” she said with a devious grin.
“No!” he almost shouted, covering himself with the bed sheet. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What wrong with me?” Jane said. “What’s wrong with you? Can’t you enjoy this just a little?”
“No, I can’t,” he said. “Can’t you see how fucked up this is? It’s mind control, and you know it. Why let it control you?”
Tina’s voice came softly from her spot on the floor. “Did you resist?”
“Of course I did!”
“And you caved anyway,” she said and waited a moment for the words to sink in. “You caved like we caved, and the only difference is that you hate yourself for it. When we go up against d’X, well, he’s a wizard. Do you honestly think he’s not going to use that against you?”
Dan stood, pulled clothes from his bag, and started dressing. “I don’t care,” he said. “You guys have fun. Maybe you’ll end up working in the kitchen forever like that thing there.”
“Keep Grum out of family squabble,” the orc said.
“Then keep out of my sister,” Dan said.
“Sister warm and tight. Grum not want keep out.”
Dan made a disgusted noise, and then grabbed his knife and slipped it into the sheath on his belt. “I’m going to go find mom and dad, and then I’m going to end this. If you want to come home, find me when I’m done.” And then he left, slamming the door behind him.
Silence filled the room.
“You know, I still haven’t eaten,” Jane said. “Who’s hungry?”
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An hour later, the sisters sat in the kitchen munching on delightful little cakes that Grum had made. When he went back to the walk-in freezer to put away a few items, the other orc stood in the doorway like a statue.
“I think you froze him, dude,” Jane said.
“It okay,” Grum assured them. “No go to waste.”
“Oh, that’s awful!” Tina said, covering her mouth.
“Just no eat chicken casserole for a while,” he said, and then dropped his voice to a whisper. “It not chicken.”
“Thanks, big guy,” Jane said, mouth half full of a cake that smelled like oranges, but tasted like strawberries.
“Not problem,” Grum said. “So, uh, brother ok? Seem mad.”
Tina licked jam from her fingers. “He’ll be fine,” she said. “He’s always been like that. Such a guy, you know? All stoic on the outside, but a hot mess on the inside.”
“Sound like orc female,” Grum said glumly.
“You don’t like the orc ladies?” Jane asked.
“Oh, Grum like,” he said, eye going glassy. “Grum like.” There was a weird silence, and then Grum shook off the trance. “Grum have wife.”
“You’re married?!” Jane said, nearly spitting out her food.
“You little home wrecker,” Tina needled playfully.
“Hey,” the orc said. “It okay. It okay. No worry. Human ladies no count. Wife have human man in basement. Grum no complain. Sometimes we have threesome.”
“Wow,” Tina said. “That’s—”
“It just okay,” Grum shrugged and then grinned. “Man use teeth sometime.”
Jane clapped her hands together, stood up, and said to no one in particular, “Well, I guess you learn something new every day, dontcha?”
Tina laughed, but then looked at her sister. With a curious tinge to her voice she said, “And Jane doesn’t?”
The orc shook his head. “Surprise Grum, too. Such tiny mouth.” His eyes narrowed. “Hot and tight. Just think make Grum hard.”
Tina’s eyes dropped to the orc’s checkered pants, tented by what was obviously a massive rod of hard flesh. She licked her lower lip. “I see,” she said softly.
“Hey!” Jane complained. “I found him first!”
“Grum not object,” the orc said. “Grum own orc. Belong to no one.” But then, with a slight change of tone, he added, “Okay if pretty sister see?”
Jane sighed away a wave of jealousy. “Fine,” she said. With that, the orc slipped down his pants, freeing a massive erect cock. Tina’s eyes became tea saucers, and a slight shiver of lust went down her spine.
“That’s—but—how?—and you?—so big,” Tina said, as if staring into the sun. She shook it off, and said. “You took that whole thing?”
Grum laughed, and Jane blushed. “No, stupid,” the younger sister said. “But, I dunno. Grum?” The orc placed the blade of his hand on his cock. “I guess a little more than half,” she said. “Jeez. I did better than I thought.”
“Jane do great,” Grum said. “For human girl.”
“You’re getting that look again,” Jane said, noticing that the orc’s eyes were narrowing again.
“Grum smell human girl,” he said. “Not Grum fault.”
“What’s that mean?” Tina asked. Grum stepped forward, closing on them like a spiked wall in an adventure movie. “Oh,” she said. “Oh, I don’t know about this. I mean, I’m still sore from—” she stopped when the orc’s cock bumped into her nose. The smell of the orc’s sex took the breath from her.
“One lick won’t hurt,” Jane said, scooting close. “I mean, if I could do it, so can you.”
“I suppose,” Tina said, and then stuck out her tongue and licked the bulbous head. Like Jane, she was surprised by the softness of the skin. When the creature attached to the monster cock groaned in delight, she moved on, licking down the knobby shaft all the way to the biggest pair of balls she had ever seen. She felt Jane’s hand on her shoulder, and put a hand of her own on the orc’s member. It was hot, and she could feel it vibrate ever so slightly as blood coursed through its length and girth. “It’s really something,” she said.
Jane’s breath came hot on her ear, and she felt her insides tingle. “You don’t sound convinced,” the little firebrand said.
Tina ran her fingertips over the top of the shaft, and Grum growled happily. “I am,” she said. “It’s just that, well, after all that’s happened, I kind of feel like I’m not being faithful.”
“To who?” Jane said with a genuine curiosity.
“Whom,” Tina said. Jane punched her arm. “Uh, to you. And I feel a little jealous, honestly. You with this, uh, Grum.”
Jane stroked her hair and cooed, “Oh, that’s sweet! Isn’t that sweet, Grum?”
Grum grumbled, visibly irritated that the tonguing had stopped. “Orc not care for loyalty. Care for strength,” he said. “Red hair girl strong. Good sexy time. Sister tongue hot. Sister gentle. Grum no want gentle. Grum want rough. All Grum know right now.”
Jane took Tina’s face and kissed her deeply, feeling the older girl relax. “Don’t be jealous,” she said. “Just have fun.”
Tina nodded. “Aright,” she said, and turned to face the giant cock again. When she did, however, Grum gripped her head and jammed his meat against her lips. The head slipped in, and a few inches more, but then Tina braced herself against the orc with a stiff arm. She shrieked, but the orc’s cock muffled her.
“Grum!” Jane yelled. “What’re you doing?”
“Tease too much, suck too little,” the orc said. “Grum need sister mouth now.”
“No,” Jane snarled. “Go easy, man!”
“Cannot!” he roared, slapping Tina’s thin arm away. With his giant hand on the back of her head, he pushed his cock deep into Tina’s mouth, and the older girl gagged. Jane tried to push Grum away, but the orc only became angry and slapped her away like a gnat, sending her flying into a wooden spice cabinet, which splintered around her.
Dazed, Jane saw Grum’s cock disappear to the hilt inside her sister’s mouth, distending her throat. Far past gagging, Tina now fought for air, tearing ineffectually at the orc’s clothing. When Grum did finally pull out, his cock dripping with thick saliva, Tina whooped in air and coughed. Her face was a tear-streaked mess, and she had begun to double over, but Grum grabbed her head and forced himself into her again, his cock slowly disappearing until it was gone. This time, however, he began fucking the older girl’s mouth, growling with monstrous pleasure. Tina’s eyes went to her sister, and Jane picked herself up from the pieces of the shattered spice cabinet. The room filled with the sounds of gagging, wet suction and a low growling, and Tina’s face turned red, then purple, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Consciousness threatened to leave the older sister, but it came back in a roaring shower of splinters. Grum’s cock popped from her mouth as he reeled away from her. She gagged and coughed, almost completely oblivious to her sister standing tall in front of the staggering orc, the frayed handle of a shattered pizza paddle in her hands.
“Grrraaah!” Grum roared. “Tiny human cock block!” He lunged at Jane, but Jane hit him with the paddle handle, splintering it further. The orc staggered, and Jane grabbed a cast iron pan, but she was too short and had trouble getting it off the hook. In the time it took her to free the pan, Grum was on her, and backhanded her across the room. Jane crumpled against the stone wall, and was only able to watch in horror as the orc approached. “Grum fuck tiny human ass,” he snarled. “Fuck tiny human until dead.”
“Grum,” Jane said, her head ringing. “No. This isn’t you. You’re a nice guy, I know it. Just calm down.”
Grum grinned an evil grin. “Grum nice,” he said. “Grum have mercy. Grum not break tiny human bones first.”
“Shit,” Jane cursed as the orc reached down to seal the deal. But just as he was about to grab her, a burst of flame sent him flying, smashing him into a wall and causing some of the masonry to pile on top of him.
Tina stood, hands aflame, eyes burning blue. “Get your hands off my sister!” she thundered, her voice shaking the walls.
Grum tried to rise, and got so far as clearing the masonry from his body, but Tina hit him with another burst. “Ow!” he mumbled.
Jane shook herself off and regained her feet. “Tina!”
“What?” Tina said, sounding a bit surprised.
“What d’you mean ‘what’?” Jane said. “That was awesome! Hold on. Hold that thought.” She scrambled off and rummaged through a pile of pots and pans until she found a copper soup cauldron. She brought it back, and held it up so Tina could see her reflection in the polished metal.
“Is—is that me?” Tina said.
“It totally is,” Jane said, discarding the heavy cauldron with a whimsical gesture. She leaned in and kissed the girl with the flaming blue eyes. “So hot.”
“Really?” Tina said, reverting to her usual mousy self.
“Yes! Really!” Jane said, pushing her away. The sides of her toga were scorched through. “Put out your hands next time!”
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The path Dan had chosen was a dangerous one, he knew. His sisters, bonkers as they were, had always kept him centered, and now that he had separated himself from them, he could feel the magic of the mansion creeping up on him. But they had gone too far and become too enamored of the fantastic elements, and it was up to him to inject a little sanity into the whole situation. Storming down the main hall, past servants and paintings of depravity, he found the master’s chambers. It was not hard to suss out which one it was; the wooden door was a massive bas relief, split down the middle and fitted with two thorny iron handles. Dan couldn’t explain how, but the carved scene appeared to change, not consciously, but in increments outside his area of focus. He saw a scene of them arriving and standing by the station wagon, and then, after he glanced away for a moment to the depiction of the previous night’s dinner, the magister had come out to greet the family. His eye also went to the carving of the girls making love that first night, and then shifted to the wolf balls deep in his older sister. Was that really him? Had he done that? The notion of shapeshifting seemed absurd, and he wanted desperately to try and laugh it off, but it terrified him. Still, the look of ecstasy and agony on Tina’s face made his chest tremble with lust, which he tried somewhat successfully to convert back into anger. But he had lingered too long, and the door opened before he could knock.
“Ah, Daniel,” the magister said in a way that drove snakes up Dan’s spine. “I trust all is well.”
“No,” he said. “All is not well, and you know it.”
“Whatever do you mean, young master?”
“I mean,” Dan said. “I mean the things we’ve done. The things you made us do. It’s sick, and I’m here to put an end to it.”
“I assure you,” d’X said. “I have been here in this room without interruption since last night. But, by all means, please tell me: even if I were somehow responsible for your family’s transgressive behavior, how would you go about stopping me?”
Dan tapped the knife of his hip. “I’m sure even a wizard isn’t immune to a blade,” he said.
The magister chuckled. “My boy, I can assure you that I am no wizard.”
“No?” Dan said.
“Certainly not,” said d’X. “The word ‘wizard’ is far too weak. So, before you pull that blade of yours, you might question the wisdom of doing so.”
Dan gripped the handle at his hip and said, “What, are you going to turn it into a snake?”
“How are you certain it wasn’t always a snake?” d’X said.
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With that, Dan felt his belt constrict around his waist. The handle of his knife wriggled in his grasp, and he looked down to find a snake coiled through his belt loops. It hissed at him, and he shrieked and tried to keep it away from him, but the reptile was strong. Dan grasped it near the head so it couldn’t bite him, but the snake’s tail wound down his legs and tripped him, and he took one hand off the snake to regain his balance. That was all the leeway the reptile needed. In a flash, it thrashed free of his grip and bit him on the thigh before retreating into a corner.
Dan felt a familiar sensation welling up inside him. “No!” he yelped. “Not this! Please!”
The magister approached as the boy collapsed into a panting, grunting heap. “The poison is quick,” d’X said. “Soon you will be a beast again and free of your human constraints. You will also be mine to command. Remember this, boy: you could have had a life of pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and all you had to do was indulge in those bestial, incestuous fantasies that you buried so deeply in here.” He tapped Dan’s forehead with a finger, and the boy flinched. “Now you will serve me, Wolf. Your sisters are escaping the mansion. You will find them and bring them back. When you do this, Wolf, I may allow you to revert to your human form.”
Dan howled in agony as the poison forcefully transformed him into the Wolf. His hunger grew, and his senses sharpened. The world became awash with smells and sounds. In a final excruciating moment, Dan felt his conscious mind and free will stripped away. When the Wolf crouched on the stone floor obediently awaiting his master’s command, the magister chuckled.
“Now go, Wolf,” d’X said. “Hunt, ravish if you will, and return.”
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A long tunnel had led the sisters Tina and Jane through a dark dungeon. The doors, all windowless and thick wood reinforced with iron bands, were shut and locked, but the noises that came from within the cells were those of ecstasy. Every door was covered with the kind of rust that accumulates with lack of use. At one point, however, Jane stopped at a door that was clean.
“You hear that?” she said.
Tina put her ear up to the wood and listened. “Someone seems to be in distress, or… extreme pleasure?”
“Yeah, but there’s something about that sound,” Jane said. After a minute, the moaning subsided, and the girl shrugged her shoulders. “Guess it was nothing.”
“Nothing is nothing here. Whatever magical realm we’ve entered into, we can’t discount anything as irrelevant,” Tina said, eliciting a crude, bucktoothed imitation of Jerry Lewis from the redhead, who went even so far as to push invisible spectacles up the bridge of her nose. The older girl, used to the antics, ignored the taunt and ignited her hand. Pressing her palm onto the wood, she was disappointed when the door did not turn to ash at her touch. “I guess I’m not strong enough yet,” she said.
“Hey,” Jane said, nodding toward the handprint scorched into the wood. “It’s not a total loss. We know where to come back.”
They moved on.
The dungeon corridor wound on for what seemed like miles until it finally dead-ended into a metal gate beyond which was a short stone staircase leading to a nondescript cellar door. Hung on pegs near the gate were several hooded cloaks. Jane tried one on, but ended up swimming in rough fabric. These were obviously tailored for orc dimensions.
Tina pinched the sleeves where Jane’s wrists were, and then had her sister pull her arms close to her body. A flash of blue fire provided decent, if scorched, hem line. Tina did the same for the bottom, where the cloak dragged on the floor, and then hemmed her own cloak.
She was about to remove the door with fire, but Jane tapped her on the shoulder. “Wait,” the redhead said. “I’ve got this.” She lined herself up with the lock, and kicked. Iron squealed and gave way, and the gate swung open, banging against the stone wall on the other side. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she said with a satisfied little smile.
When they were through and the gate was shut, she bent the lock plate so it obstructed the swing of the door.
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Fortunately, no angry orcs had come looking for them. The Wolf stalked through the kitchen, claws clicking on the stone. The scent of girls had been strong here, where the semi-conscious orc mumbled apologies from under a pile of rubble. This creature, however, wasn’t its quarry, so the Wolf moved on.
The scent led the Wolf deeper into the dungeon, where its sharp ears picked up sounds that made it salivate with animal lust. But the magister’s command was overwhelming, and the beast never strayed from its mission except once, when the scent led it to a door. Its quarry had stopped here briefly. The noise on the other side of the door had a familiar ring to it, and there was something about the smell that oozed out from under the wood that reminded it of its prey, but the Wolf couldn’t place either.
A handprint on the door smelled like the older girl. “What was her name?” a part of the boy that was locked away tried to remember. But it was no use. All the Wolf could remember was mating with the screaming young human. All it desired was to bury its knot in the girl again, and the younger one, too. And to bring them back to his master. That was most important. But if the Wolf was determined to mate with its quarry first.
This objective was frustrated when the Wolf came to a locked gate. It tried gripping the bars with its powerful hands, but it was jammed shut. With a deep growl, the beast turned and loped back toward the mansion and its main exit. There was little time to waste.
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Tina and Jane had emerged in the woods. The cellar door had opened up at the base of a giant oak tree, the leaves of which had long ago disappeared and would likely never return. How it still lived was a mystery. Tina would have liked to stay and solve it, but there were more pressing concerns, such as the spider webs high in the branches of the trees that surrounded them. They had remembered the looming danger of the giant spiders from their arrival, and knew they had to seek shelter as soon as possible.
To their great fortune, they spotted the lights of a village on a hill. It was a long and dangerous hike, but they had so far managed to avoid any arachnid encounters. Now, they could see the glow of lanterns just above them. It appeared that the villagers had cleared a swath of land around the village’s walls. It was only a few hundred yards to the open field, and the girls sighed in relief.
But behind them came a clicking noise. Jane looked back, but could see little in the darkness.
Another clicking. “Who’s there?” called Jane.
Another clicking. And another.
Tina set her hands ablaze, illuminating the forest, and immediately wished she had not. Above them, descending from the treetops were dozens of giant spiders, some as small as housecats, some as large as small horses. All were smooth with bulbous abdomens and long spindly legs.
“Run!” Jane cried.
Tina loosed a panicked volley of fire at the encroaching arachnids, but the attack only seemed to piss the creatures off. “Shit shit shit,” she yelped as she sprinted toward the tree line, hot on Jane’s heels.
The lanterns grew brighter as the girls neared the edge of the forest. Jane had a good lead on her sister due to her increased strength, but Tina, through desperation, had learned to use her magic to catapult her over the large roots and rocks that stood in her path.
“Yes!” Jane panted as she entered the last hundred yards to the field. “Yes!” And then. “Tina! Problems!”
From the trees in front of them, dropped two giant spiders, each with a body the size of a black bear. Tina launched a fireball at the closest one to her, but it splashed harmlessly against the now enraged creature. “Damn it!” she cursed, remembering that spiders were traditionally resistant to magic.
The spider closest to Jane crouched low, ready to pounce when its prey hesitated, but the girl didn’t show it the fear to which it was accustomed. Instead, the redhead roared and charged. When she reached the spider, the creature began to rear up, but it was too late. Jane planted her foot on its head and used its upward motion to vault over the hissing arachnid. For a moment, cloak and toga fluttering as she soared through the cool night air, she felt like a superhero.
A tree branch put an end to that particular fantasy.
“Oof!” Jane felt the wind knocked out of her. The world span as she tumbled to the ground, hitting several other branches on her way down. She hit the dirt, bounced, and coughed, trying to suck in air. As she recovered, she could only watch as the spider drew closer.
Tina, for her part, saw her sister’s failed flight and redirected her path toward the fallen girl. The spider nearest her gave chase. Jane’s spider had reared up, fangs ready. Near to it was a tree with a thin trunk. Tina slashed at it with a blade of flame. The gamble paid off, and the tree fell into the shrieking arachnid.
Jane was staggering to her feet, and Tina grabbed her wrist on the run. Together they began the final fifty yards to the field, but they had lost too much distance on the main horde of spiders. Something brought Tina’s left foot out from under her, and she hit the dirt. Jane tripped over her and sprawled.
Looking down at her foot, Tina saw it was snagged on a sticky ropey mass of silk attached to a spider that had anchored itself to a tree. A blast of flame freed her, but another ropey mass of silk caught her wrist. She burned that off, too. Ropes of spider silk came in ever increasing volleys from the darkness, and Tina burned them all off, watching the horde approach in the flash of each fire burst.
A small spider skittered toward Jane, and she kicked it, sending it flying back into the darkness. Another one, larger, jumped at her, and she punched it so hard it exploded into a shower of goo. Yet another leapt at her from behind, and she caught its legs, span around several times, and hammer-tossed it into the bear-sized spider that had been more cautious in its approach since the demise of its partner.
More silky ropes attached to Tina, eventually immobilizing her. Jane felt panic take hold, but then her sister came fully aflame, burning away the cloak and the clothes she’d changed into after her encounter with her brother. The ropes burned away, too, and the blaze appeared to give the encroaching spiders pause.
“Bring it, freaks!” Though Tina spoke without raising her voice, Jane trembled at the sound as if it would shake her in twain. The spiders were still unaffected. Some of the smaller ones stayed clear, but the larger ones kept closing the circle.
Jane punched as many as she could, but the larger they were, the thicker and harder their carapaces had grown. By the time the wolf-sized spiders made their way to the front lines, Jane was unable to cripple the beasts. The continued assault of a clawed appendages and fangs had reduced the younger sister’s cloak and makeshift toga to ribbons. So far, she had also been able to tear away the silken ropes the spiders had attached to her, but eventually she found she was becoming bogged down. A little too much resistance on one arm made her miss a critical hit, and a spider, immune to Tina’s fire, reared back and sunk its fangs into her shoulder.
Tina shrieked. There wasn’t much blood, but the poison the spider carried had done all the work. Tina’s flames sputtered, reignited, sputtered again, and then went out. The only light was that from the village walls, now seemingly lightyears away and obscured by the arachnid horde. Tina felt silk ropes bind her as she fell, woozy from the spider toxin.
Jane flailed about in the darkness, feeling several times the satisfying crunch of collapsing carapace, but the fight was not hers. A rotation to fend off one shadowy fiend opened her to the fangs of another, and she felt her strength leaving her. She lashed out at the next shadow to appear, but when she connected with it, she feared she had broken her fingers. Silken ropes bound her, too, and she hollered for help before an additional strand of webbing gagged her. As the poison took her consciousness, she felt her body being dragged away from the light of the village and back into the forest.
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The Wolf hadn’t needed to do anything except approach the mansion’s grand foyer. Silently, one of the magister’s faceless servants appeared and opened the great wooden door, shutting and latching it behind the half-man-half-wolf as it lurched out onto the cobblestones.
The air was thick with odors of rot and swamp, but from somewhere in the trees, the werewolf heard a distant scuffle. On a hill, just inside the tree line, flashes of flame interrupted the dark. The Wolf sniffed the air. This was most definitely its quarry. At full tilt, it bolted into the forest, its gleaming eyes and heightened senses locked onto the battle.
By the time the Wolf arrived, there was only a scorched patch of earth and a handful of mangled spiders. Drag marks led deep into the forest, and, nose to the ground, the beast followed the scent embedded in them. The farther it prowled, the more it got the sense that eyes were watching. The smell of arachnids grew steadily, but nothing descended from the trees to challenge the Wolf, even when it approached the sealed entrance to the spiders’ lair.
The Wolf sniffed around the great flat stone that sealed the spider cave, but eventually gave up trying to find a way in. Patience would work in its favor. Where there were spiders, there would inevitably be humans that knew how to hunt them. The Wolf turned back toward the village. There, it knew it could wait in the shadows, listening, watching, and waiting.
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The village’s name was, on the official register, Oxcart. It wasn’t a particularly imaginative name—any Oxcartian would tell you that. Nor was the name particularly accurate. No one in living memory could remember the town having an ox. There were a few horses, cows, chickens, and hogs, but no oxen.
Still, the villagers stuck to the name out of sheer stubbornness. Theirs may have been the only town for fifty miles, but they were a proud people. Yes, orcs and spiders alike occasionally carried off the townsfolk, and yes, there was the creepy mansion on the other side of the forest, but if they were going to be subjected to the whims of fate, they would be remembered as Oxcartians. Unlike those in many of the other towns, they had gone so far as to give themselves names. Some of the other villages had been raided by orcs and pillaged by goblins so many times that, to soften the blow of losing friends, they had taken names such as Male Villager and Female Villager.
But Oxcart was different. Oxcart had a champion. Granted, the hero of their city was a rogue and a thief, but what was a few missing items here and there compared to safety and security? Plus, she was an elf. She was the only elf anyone knew of, and Oxcrtians had learned from experience never to look a gift horse in the mouth, as sometimes they were merely hollowed out wooden shells filled with rapacious gnomes. And the elf had driven the gnomes from the village, so she couldn’t be too bad.
Nirella, champion of Oxcart, defeater of gnomes, finished her ale at her usual table in a shadowy corner of the Dented Flagon. Her green hair, cut into an alluring bob, complimented her skin, a dark reddish brown the color of strong tea, under which were lithe sinewy muscles. Her grass-green eyes watched the young barmaid approach.
“Another, milady?” the barmaid asked, reaching for the champion’s empty flagon.
“Nirella,” the elf said, touching the girl’s hand. “Please.”
The barmaid blushed. “Another? Lady Nirella.”
Nirella ran her long, nimble fingers along the soft inside of the barmaid’s wrist. “Just Nirella,” she said. “What’s your name sweetie?”
The barmaid turned even pinker, and said, “Candace.”
“Well, Candace—”
“Hey!” roared the innkeeper. “You keep your mitts offa her! You can’t be satisfied seducing one of my daughters? You gotta take both?”
“Charisma isn’t a junk stat, old man!” Nirella shot back, rising from her bench. She wasn’t tall, but she wasn’t short, either. Her elven thinness and lack of armor, save a pair of leather bracers and greaves and a leather harness that held her two razor sharp daggers, made her appear fragile, but everyone in the inn knew that was a trap worth avoiding.
“You’re a junk stat!” the innkeeper roared back. The bard stopped playing his lute, and a shocked gasp went through the tavern.
“Father!” Candace said.
Just then, a junior guardsman burst in, the top of his helmet clipping the doorframe with a loud thunk. “Champion! Come quickly! Giant spiders! A battle in the woods to the south!”
All eyes went to Nirella.
The elf kissed the barmaid. “Wish me luck,” she said.
“Good luck, milady,” Candace said. With a satisfied smile and her nose in the air, she turned and walked through the tavern, past her father, and into her private chambers, the soles of her shoes resounding crisply on the wooden floor in the stunned silence.
When the chamber door shut, the guardsman said, “Champion, we don’t have time for this! Anon!”
And with that, the roguish elf strode out into the night.
When the guardsman led the champion to the tall but modest stone wall that kept the horrors of the forest at bay, they were met by the guard captain. He wasn’t really a captain, as there were only three guards for the village, but all the other towns had guard captains. Why shouldn’t Oxcart have one? And besides, he had been the only one left after the orc raid a year ago. Someone had to keep order.
“You just missed it, milady,” the captain said, pointing out to a spot along the tree line. “Giant spiders, at least fifty by all the commotion. And a wizard, maybe two. Novices.”
Nirella sighed. She hated fighting giant spiders. Their guts had a way of staining clothes, and soda water was nearly impossible to find. “Fireballs?” she asked.
“Aye,” the captain said nodding. “A shame, too. They almost made the field.”
Nirella didn’t know why she bothered, but asked anyway: “And you didn’t think to mount a rescue?”
“Cap’n sent me,” the junior guard said. “Said, ‘Go get the champion,’ so I got you.”
“Aye,” the captain said. “That you did. Good lad.”
Nirella sighed again. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll go get my cloak.”
The junior guardsman extended his right arm, thrusting her midnight cloak at her.
“And my potions.”
The guardsman’s left arm thrust her satchel of potions at her.
“I didn’t see you carrying anything,” she said irritably. “Where were you hiding those?”
The guard shrugged.
“Fine,” she said. She threw her satchel across her shoulder and donned her cloak. “Lock the gates until I return.”
“BAR THE GATES!” the captain bellowed to the guardsman manning the village’s large wooden gate. Nirella jumped, startled. The captain turned to her and said, “Good hunting, milady.”
“Uh huh,” Nirella said, and then leapt from the wall, cloak fluttering in the night air.
Above, on the wall, the Wolf heard the junior guardsman ask, “Do you think she’ll come back?”
“How the hell should I know?” the captain said. “Let’s go get an ale.”
The Wolf grumbled in irritation. It had slipped into the village shortly before the gates had slammed shut, and now it was trapped. Slinking off into the inky darkness, it found a place to hide. At least, it knew, all it had to do now was wait for the quarry to return to the village. The Wolf, as well as Nirella, did not relish the thought of fighting spiders.
Nirella dashed silently through the forest, her midnight cloak making her a shadow among shadows. The drag marks were easy to track, and were not out of place, but the wolf tracks concerned her. It appeared, when she arrived at the entrance to the spiders’ lair, that the wolf had come and gone—back toward the village. At least the gates were barred, she thought.
The giant stone that sealed the cave was too heavy even for a team of spiders to move. Lairs like this always had a switch or secret lever that would open the main door. Urunga, Viceroy of the Gorilla People, had kept the key to his Super Secret Tree Castle (No Girls Allowed) under the doormat. Mobtar, Overlord of the Centaur Confederacy, had kept the key to his Stables of Debauchery in a fake rock. Nirella thought back on the stables and shuddered as memories triggered a warm, tingling feeling in her belly. She ran a hand up her sides, but stopped herself. Now was not the time for indulging in past adventures. Obviously, spiders had no opposable thumbs, so a key was unlikely. Nirella felt along the rocks bordering the giant entrance boulder.
Aha! She put her weight on a loose stone and felt it give. A rumbling shook the ground, and the boulder rolled back, exposing a dimly lit tunnel that led deep into the earth. A deep breath to calm the nerves was all she needed to get started.
Nirella moved through the winding spider tunnels like a ghost. Spiders were focused, voracious creatures, but they were easily fooled, and the roguish elf was able to slip past the guards with no trouble at all. As she moved past the obligatory frontline security, she became concerned about the lack of spiders in the spider cave until she heard a roaring chorus of clicks from farther down the tunnel. Urgency pushed her forward, and she continued until she came across multiple doors in a ring, all leading into some kind of central atrium. Spiders packed the area past the doorways, and she couldn’t see beyond them. Traveling around the ring, she located a small access tunnel.
Climbing into it, she found that it led upward and into the earthen rafters of a large arena of some sort. It reminded her of a subterranean version of the ancient elven coliseum at Llewllingatiwn. Dangling from the ceiling were two bound figures.
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Nirella’s heart skipped a beat. Damsels in distress! Oh, happy day!
But the question remained: how does one rescue distressed damsels from a spider horde?
The elf’s musing was interrupted when a figure in a long, form fitting, lacy black gown entered the arena onto a raised platform at one end. The roar of clicking intensified, and then went silent as the figure, a humanoid figure, raised its arms and began its monologue.
“My children!” the woman on the platform began. “I, Arachnetta, your queen, bring you my blessings!”
The spiders, crowded into five stories of stadium seating, went wild with their clicking and stomping.
Jane awoke to find the world upside down—all, that was, except her sister. Bound tightly in spider silk, Tina’s hair seemed to stick straight up. The older girl had been awake for quite some time, and had a look of terror on her face. Spying the Spider Queen on the platform below, Jane realized that she was hanging from the ceiling, and, like her sister, was bound. She struggled, but found that her super strength had left her. All the wriggling only caused her to sway back and forth like a pendulum.
“Your brothers and sisters in the forest went on a great hunt,” continued the Spider Queen, “and they have brought back not one prize, but two!” The crowd went wild again. “And so, it is with great pleasure that I present them to you!” At her gesture, the silk threads that held the sisters aloft slackened, lowering the girls toward the Queen’s platform until they were eye to eye with her.
Jane noticed that the gown the Queen wore was a black lacy spider silk mesh so thin that it left nothing to the imagination. The redhead had to admit, though: the woman, if that’s what she was, had an exquisite body with curves and lines that made her the perfect image of an arch-villainess. The gown’s large, disk-like collar rose above the Queen’s head, darkening everything behind it and accentuating the woman’s sharp pale facial features.
“I give you…” The Spider Queen announced to the crowd and then leaned in until her face was less than an inch from Jane’s. In sotto voce, she asked, “What’s your name, my dear?”
“Screw you,” Jane said, struggling and swaying more.
The Queen held her hands up to Jane’s face, and from her fingernails extended into razor-sharp claws. Jane flinched, and the Queen caressed the girl’s face with her palms to stop the swaying, and then drew back, her fingers trailing so lightly that the claws, sharp as they were, didn’t make a mark. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m afraid I didn’t catch that over all the noise. Would you be so kind as to repeat you name for me?”
“J-Jane,” the redhead managed.
“Jane!” the Queen announced. “And…” she leaned toward Tina.
“Tina,” the older girl blurted, not wanting to aggravate the razor-clawed villainess.
The Queen’s claws retracted, and she brushed Tina’s cheek with her fingers. “That’s a good girl,” she said, sotto again, before announcing to the crowd, “Tina!”
The spiders went wild again.
When there was a lull in the roar of the crowd, the Queen continued, “You, my children, have captured the wicked magister’s minions.”
“Hey,” Jane said, still wriggling against her bonds. “Hey, we don’t even know that asshole! We were just trying to escape!”
“Lies!” screeched the Spider Queen. “The dark forces of Chateau d’X have poisoned the forest and driven you into these dank caves. You have fallen for such treachery in the past. Would you believe their lies now?” The crowd hissed.
“I don’t like the direction this is going,” Tina said meekly.
“I’m telling the truth!” Jane said. She had begun purposefully swinging toward the Queen. “D’X captured us and did something with our parents. We’re just looking for them.”
When Jane swung close, the Spider Queen gripped her with a strength that didn’t seem to belong to such a spindly frame. The Queen’s black eyes searched Jane’s, and eventually released her. “Shall we believe them, my children, these interlopers who killed your brothers and sisters?” the Queen asked the crowd. Again, the crowd hissed. The regent’s wicked grin said it all.
“Trial by combat!” Tina blurted.
The Spider Queen’s grin deflated like a whoopee cushion. “What?!”
“Tina,” Jane whispered. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up. I know what I’m doing,” Tina whispered back. “Trial by combat!” Tina hollered loud enough for the crowd to hear. “I demand trial by combat!”
Nirella, tucked away in an alcove in the rafters, almost gave herself away by laughing. Trial by combat? This Tina was clearly out of her mind. Still, the girl had moxie. Nirella liked that in a girl. She also liked the sister’s blistering defiance. When it came time, she wasn’t sure which one she wanted to rescue more.
“Trial by combat?” the Spider queen mused aloud to the crowd. “An odd request from such a small and,” a thin finger traced over the girl’s curves, “delicate creature.” The coliseum was silent for a moment. “I’LL ALLOW IT!” the Spider Queen bellowed to the crowd. The stomping and chittering was thunderous.
The time was nearing and Nirella prepared herself. Spider poison was a powerful enough attribute blocker that even the strongest, most belligerent orc could be made manageable with enough of the stuff. One of the potions in her satchel was an antidote. It was expensive stuff, and the alchemist who made it was a perverted old man, but it had always worked as advertised. And anyway, if this Tina girl was a wizard, Nirella would need her talents to escape. She didn’t know what the redhead’s talents were, but if they’d held their own against an arachnid hunting party for as long as they had, the elf wanted her at her best, too.
As the rogue in the rafters began soaking her darts in the antidote, the Spider Queen gestured. The girls were lowered not-so-gently to the arena floor. When the ropes went slack, their bonds loosened, and the girls struggled free.
“Let the games begin!” the Queen cheered.
The crowd roared.
Tina scrambled to her feet. All around her, the spiders in the stands chittered and stomped their spindly appendages. Some were even waving what appeared to be flags. She even spotted what she assumed was a popcorn vendor.
Now that she was as oriented as she would be, she noticed that the arena was oblong in shape, Queen’s platform situated in the middle of one of the longer sides. To either side of the platform was a large iron gate. Tina knew that if they were to escape this place, it would be through one of these gates, but that doing so would not be a simple matter.
To wit: the gate to the left of the platform rose with the ratcheting clanking of gears and chains, and from the dark tunnel beyond emerged a spider not half as large as the one in the forest that Tina had crushed with the tree, but armored in scaled steel that shined from a recent polishing. A red banner draped over its bulbous abdomen. Clearly, this was the Queen’s champion.
“That’s not fair!” Jane said, backing toward Tina.
To the right of the platform, the gate there ratcheted open, and from within strutted an identical spider, armored again in polished steel scales, but with a blue banner draped over its abdomen. When both champions were inside the arena, the gates slammed shut. The champions raised their forelegs, and the crowd thundered its enthusiasm.
“Oh, come on!” Jane shouted at the Spider Queen on her throne high above them.
With an amused gesture, the Queen waved her hand. Two spiders tossed from the platform a sword and shield and a large war hammer, the head of which was the size of the air-conditioning unit Jane had in her bedroom window back home. The weapons landed a few meters from the girls.
The Queen’s champions began their advance, and the sisters sprinted toward the weapons. Jane went immediately for the war hammer, but found she couldn’t budge it. She had forgotten about the poison.
“Damn it!” the redhead hissed.
Tina was already to the shield, but it was solid metal, and she had trouble lifting it with one arm. “Jane! Here!” she called, offering her sister the handle of the sword, the tip of which dragged in the dust.
Jane hefted the sword up, but felt awkward and clumsy. “Ok,” she said, her heart thumping in her chest. “What now?”
Tina hoisted the shield up. “I block, you slash,” she said as the armored spiders approached. “Get behind me!” No sooner had Jane ducked behind the shield than an armored spider leg swished through the air where she had just been.
Tina did her best to keep the spiders in front of her, backing up toward the edge of the arena. When they were against the wall, the spider in red reared up and smashed its legs into Tina’s shield. The edge of the giant engraved steel saucer bit into the area floor, but she managed to hang onto it.
While the shield was down, Jane hopped forward and swung the sword in an arc over her head that crashed into the spider’s eight-eyed helmet with a resounding gong, but did not penetrate the metal. “Yeah! Take that!” she cheered.
“Jane, look out!” Tina called, but it was too late.
The spider in blue swiped Jane aside like a bug, and the girl flew several meters, hit the ground, and rolled into a coughing, gasping heap. Somehow, she had managed to hold onto the sword. Tina scrambled away from the spiders and to her sister’s side.
“Jane!” she shook her sister back to her senses.
“Ow…” Jane grumbled. By the time she got to her feet, however, the red spider had rejoined the fray. “Tina!”
Tina turned just in time to block a devastating swipe, but the blow staggered her back and away from her sister. Now, the blue spider closed on Jane, who thrust it desperately at a patch of unarmored underbelly. It glanced off the creature’s exoskeleton, but the spider hissed and retreated a few steps.
“That’s right, creep! Stay back!” Jane snarled at the creature, keeping the pointy end of the sword between herself and the angry arachnid.
A short distance away, Tina was having her own difficulties. The red spider hissed and approached, and Tina backed up until she came into contact with the area wall. The spider swiped at her, she ducked, and the armored leg took a chunk of hard dirt out of the wall. Charging forward in a frenzy of fear, she smashed the shield into the spider’s face. The arachnid reeled back, screeched in rage, and gripped the metal disc with its forelegs. Tina tried to hold onto it, but the spider ripped it from her grasp and flung it through the air. For a moment, both combatants watched the glimmering saucer arc through the air. When it gonged against the arena floor, rolled like a wheel, and clanged into far wall. The champion in red returned its attention to Tina. If a spider could grin, that’s what this one was doing.
“Help!” Tina shrieked, and bolted.
The scene had even held the attention of Jane and the spider in blue. As the lithe brunette sprinted away, arms and legs pumping wildly, the red spider hot on her heels, Jane slapped her palm to her forehead. The champion in blue cocked its head. “I can’t believe we’re related,” Jane groaned. Did the spider laugh? Jane didn’t know if they could laugh.
What it certainly did do, however, was swipe a leg at the flat side of her sword, knocking it to the side. Certainly, it could have swiped it away, but it felt to Jane more like a love tap. She brought the blade back to center again, and the spider knocked it aside again. And again Jane brought it back between them. As the champion in red pursued Tina around the arena, Jane’s spider began moving toward her, batting her sword aside whenever the sharp end came back to point in its direction. Jane’s shoulders began to burn, and she realized then that the clever arachnid was toying with her. When she could no longer lift the steel blade, the creature would make its move. Jane had to act.
Hollering a piercing war cry, the redhead charged, swinging and thrusting wildly. The blade clanged off the spider’s armor, and for a moment, she had the creature on the defensive. But it was only for a moment. When Jane swung down, the spider dodged, and the blade lodged in the arena floor. With a great backhanded swipe, armor first, the creature hit the blade, shattering it and leaving a shocked Jane holding the handle and a stub of mangled steel. On the bright side, the sword was now much lighter.
“You’re an asshole. You know that, right?” she said. This time she was sure the spider laughed. Tossing the useless blade aside, she bolted toward the gate. Maybe, just maybe she could climb the latticed iron and reach the Queen. It was an incomplete plan, but it was a plan.
But it was not to be.
Streaking in at a forty-five-degree angle came her sister. The girls collided and sprawled in the dust. Jane scrambled toward Tina, but the champion in blue was on her in a flash, flattening her onto her belly. “Oof!” she grunted, feeling the weight of the spider and its armor crushing her into the ground. She craned her neck back to see if there was some kind of wiggle room under the spider that she could slip through, but saw something that took her breath away.
From the spider’s underside, a long appendage had begun to extend. The end was tipped in a blunt point, but the shaft was heavily ribbed, and the whole thing dripped what appeared to be a quite viscous substance. “Uh oh…” she groaned.
In front of her, Tina was on her back, pinned under the red champion, who also had begun to sprout a large, ribbed appendage. Tina lifted her head from the dirt and saw this. “Oh, no no no!” she yelled. Jane could understand why, too. The spider’s tool was significantly larger than the wolf’s. It wasn’t as big as Grum’s had been, which relieved her in a way, but the prospect of being violated by a spider gave her pause. Not that it mattered much. Jane felt a pair of legs lift her butt off the floor while another kept her shoulders pinned.
Across from her, Tina felt her spider slide its legs under the small of her back and angle her toward its dripping erection. “No no no no,” she pleaded with the creature, clawing at its exoskeleton to no effect. Slowly, it pressed the tip of its erection against her tight young pussy, the slick viscous liquid making entry as smooth as silk. When the first of the bulbous ribs stretched her, she hollered.
The crowd cheered.
Jane grasped Tina’s hand, and her sister’s eyes opened. “I’m here, Tina,” she said. “Just focus on me.”
Tina did, and when the next of the bulbous ribs slipped into her, she gritted her teeth, but kept her eyes locked on her sister’s loving gaze. But eventually her eyes strayed to the giant tool angling toward Jane’s raised butt.
Jane saw her sister’s gaze shift and knew her turn was coming. Indeed, the spider penetrated her tight young pussy and she grunted at the size. Watching her sister get impaled on the red spider’s cock, she knew that the burning, stretching sensation was coming from the large bulbous ribs in the shaft as they squeezed inside her, one by one. She hated to admit it, but she loved the way each one ground against her little clit and sent hot chills through her body. When the spider was fully in her, she let out a breath she didn’t known she had been holding.
“There,” she said, her breath ragged. “That’s not so bad, is it?”
With that, the spiders began to pull back, their ribbed cocks playing against the sisters’ clits. Tina’s eyes went wide and her cheeks blushed. “Whoa!” she said. “Whoa-oh-oh!” She gripped her spider’s armored leg, and gasped.
Jane, too, experienced a rush of ecstasy as the spider began to push back into her. The sensation of expanding and contracting, expanding and contracting was something she had never thought possible, and she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy it. “Uhhh god…” she moaned.
“Jane?” Tina squeaked. “What’s wrong?”
“Nnh!”Jane grunted as the spider began fucking her in earnest. “N-nothing!”
Tina examined her sister’s face and found not pain, but a growing savage lust. Nor was there embarrassment. Even in front of such a crowd, Jane seemed unaware of anything but the base pleasure these monsters were inflicting. Tina’s spider began steadily pumping its cock in and out of her young pussy, and she tried to hold onto her outrage, but felt her body betray her. What is wrong with me? she wondered. A few days ago, she had been worrying about exams and hiding her body under sweaters, and now she was naked in a stadium with a monster spider’s cock buried in her.
And she was beginning to enjoy it. Really enjoy it.
“Fuck!” she moaned as the spider sped up it fucking, the ribs of its cock beating a slick staccato rhythm against her clit. “Oh fuck!”
Jane saw her sister arch her back in ecstasy, and moaned. The wet heat of orgasm began to build in her as the spider fucked her. She gripped her sister’s hand tighter, and made eye contact again. “Kiss me, Tina,” she panted.
Tina angled her face toward her sister’s, and when Jane’s lips met hers, she moaned and surrendered.
The crowd went wild.
With each thrust, Tina began to push back onto the spider’s cock. Jane, too, began arching her back, allowing the spider deeper access to her youthful depths. Sensing victory, the arachnid champions no longer felt the need to pin their prey to the ground, and removed their weight from the girls’ bodies. With greater freedom of movement, Jane propped herself up on her hands and began rocking back against the spider’s fucking. Tina, too, was able to better thrust her young sex up onto the large ribbed appendage.
This drove the spiders into a frenzy of piston pumping, and the girls came simultaneously, screaming. The spiders, too, stiffened and filled the girls with their seed. Jane felt hot liquid pouring into her and squirting out past the creature’s twitching tool. “Fuck yes!” she hollered.
And then Tina grunted, “Ow!”
Nirella could hardly believe her eyes.
These human girls were truly something special. Each of the soft young things were writhing and bucking under the spiders’ assault as if possessed. Truly, she wondered, would these girls thank her for rescuing them? And then she wondered about all the others who had disappeared into the spiders’ lair. If they had been treated similarly, she could understand why none had returned. Nevertheless, she had made a promise to rescue the damsels, and that’s what she would do.
From under her cloak, she raised the tiny crossbow that she had attached to her leather bracer. Loading in an antidote-soaked dart, she took aim and fired once at the brunette. The dart struck home in Tina’s hip, and she saw the girl flinch. The redhead lifted her head and seemed to notice the dart. Jane turned her head toward the dart’s origin, and Nirella was worried her cover was blown, but the girl played it off as a wild writhing. She bent her head down to her sister, and seemed to whisper something to Tina who let the spider’s clock slip from her, letting what seemed like a quart of spider cum pour from her. Turning over onto her hands and knees, the older girl seamlessly plucked the dart from her hip.
The rogue loaded another dart, aimed, and fired, hitting Jane in the leg. The girl scowled, and laid flat, allowing her own spider’s cock to slip from her and spray the remainder of its cum over her back. Rolling out from under the creature, the girl plucked the dart from her leg and buried it in the dirt.
Backing away from the blue champion, Jane appeared for a moment to be retreating. Good, Nirella thought, the potion was kicking in.
But instead of running or fighting, the fiery little redhead backed herself against the arena wall and beckoned her spider forward. When it reared up, it placed its forelegs on either side of the girl. Its ribbed appendage extended again, and Jane gripped the scales on its armor as it began thrusting into her again.
Tina, too, wiggled her butt at the red champion, offering herself to it again. Nirella gasped and felt warm wetness creep into her nethers. Crouched in the rafters, she squeezed her thighs together. Once should have been more than enough for anyone. These humans were indeed heroic. Oh, heavens, she thought. She couldn’t rescue these girls. She wanted them to rescue her. She needed them to rescue her. Oh, yes, she thought deviously. They were definitely going to rescue her.
The arena echoed with the roar of the assembled spider horde and, above it all, the moans and cries of ecstasy. Tina was surprised at herself, but the spider’s cock was just too good. She felt it stretching her, filling her up, and ribbing against her clit in hot rhythm. Looking over at her sister, pinned against the arena wall and taking her spider’s cock into her hungry young snatch with such gusto, she felt herself coming yet again. The spider also came again, flooding her with its hot seed, though this time there was significantly less of it. Was it getting tired?
In an answer to that question, the champion backed away. Could a spider pant and sweat? Whatever the equivalent was, Tina saw it now. But she wanted more. She stepped toward the spider, and it backed away. Another step, and the spider retreated even more. Tina gestured a come-hither curled finger at it. “I thought you were a champion,” she taunted. “Are you finished with me so soon?”
It nodded.
“Oh, come now,” she said. “We were just getting started.” Out of the corner of her eye, she peered up at the Queen, who had risen from her throne.
“Champions!” the Spider Queen bellowed above the chittering and stomping. “Fulfill your duty to your Queen! I command it!”
The spider in red chittered something low so as to be inaudible to its mistress. Its body language read to Tina of fear and uncertainty. It advanced shakily at first, and then more confidently as Tina retreated. So, she thought, the spider liked the hunt. Very well.
Jane saw Tina backing away from her spider, which seemed to have a renewed vigor. She looked at her own blue champion, its body swaying in exhaustion. Subtly, she tapped her shoulder. The spider chittered an interrogative, and Jane nodded. The spider swiped at her, not so much swatting her as scooping and tossing her into the dirt.
Jane rolled and regained her feet. “You can do better than that,” she taunted.
The spider’s second wind seemed to be returning, and the girl saw the Queen sit back down. The blue champion advanced, and swiped at her again. This time, she blocked the leg and struck the creature’s steel helm with a closed fist. The gonging sound silenced the crowd, and the Queen leaned forward. Though there was a dent in the metal and the spider seemed dazed, Jane grabbed her fist and made a show.
“Owww!” she cried out, hoping she wasn’t overselling it. The spider advanced more quickly this time. Swatting her harder this time, Jane rolled across the arena floor.
Tina saw her sister’s strength return, and leered at her own spider. Igniting her hands, she lobbed a slow, arcing fireball toward the Queen. The red champion leaped into the air and caught the softball on its armor plating. When it landed, it started toward Tina, who lobbed more fire at it. Unaffected, the spider charged at her. She took off running again, but the champion leapt onto her back, driving her into the dirt. Faster than she thought, the spider rammed its giant ribbed tool into her, and she screamed as pleasure and pain returned all at once. Mercilessly, the spider began to ravage her tight young pussy. Tina hollered as the savage fucking lit a fire that burned inside her, driving her quickly toward orgasm.
Jane, too, had fought with her spider, but its strong legs pinned her arms to her sides as it began plunging its hard tool into her. She squealed in protest, but her wetness gave her away to the champion. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she grunted and panted. With each thrust, she moaned in soft guttural tones only loud enough for her champion to hear, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
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Nirella watched from the rafters, waiting for her moment to be rescued. Seeing the girls bait the spiders into fucking them even more savagely had made the elf incredibly wet, and she slipped a hand inside her midnight cloak and along the mithril chainmail that girded her loins.
But there was no time to indulge in self pleasure. Her moment was at hand. From under each of the spiders came a telltale purple glow.
Tina had only just begun to come down from her orgasm when, in the middle of the arena there came a flash of light and puff of smoke the billowed up toward the ceiling. When the smoke cleared, a cloaked figure stood facing the Queen’s platform. With a dramatic flourish, the figure threw back its hood. It was a woman!
“Arachnetta!” the woman called up to the throne, pointing menacingly. “Your reign of debauchery is at an end!”
The Spider Queen stood and hissed. “Nirella! Thief! How dare you enter … The Lair of the Spider Queen!”
“More easily than you’d think,” Nirella said with bravado. “You should invest in a better lock.”
Tina groaned unhappily as her spider’s cock slipped from her. Jane, too, groaned as her spider dropped her and turned to face the intruder.
“Your reputation precedes you, elf,” the Queen said with a sneer. “If you think to steal my newest prize, I’m afraid I must disappoint you.” The champions, red and blue, hissed.
“Ha!” Nirella laughed.
Tina had heard the word “elf,” and her eyes had gone to the woman’s electric green hair and pointed ears. Her dark skin, the color of strong Earl Grey tea, smooth and tight covered lithe muscle that seemed to make up most of the woman’s body. Lean, thin, and tall, this Nirella was a beauty unlike any Tina had beheld. Of course, she had read about such creatures in books, but they were just stories. Some of them were incredibly sexy stories. Some were outright porn. But that wasn’t the point. Now, in front of the bookish brunette, stood the woman she had dreamed about so often.
“That’s what you think,” the elf continued. From inside her cloak, she flourished two gleaming, razor sharp daggers.
“Rogue!” the Queen hissed. “I shall make you my pet, miscreant!”
“I’d like to see you try!” Nirella shot back. From behind her, the red champion had approached quietly and now swiped at her with a long, armored leg. But the elf was no longer there. Like a ghost, she glided through the air, arcing in an aerial somersault, and landing light as a lily on the armored back of the offending spider. “Is that the best you can offer?” With that, sticky ropes of spider silk shot out toward the rogue, catching her at the elbows. A flick of her wrists, and her daggers sliced away the would-be snares.
“Thief!” the Queen called down from her platform. “You fight a losing battle! And you fight the wrong battle!”
“Says the great Arachnetta?” the elf called back, bravado still infusing her voice.
“These are agents of the Chateau d’X, fool!” the Spider Queen said. “Poisoners of the forest! They come direct from the magister himself! Would you deny me my rightful prize?”
From her perch atop the confused and irritated champion spider, Nirella leapt to Tina, who was excited at the proximity until the woman grabbed her roughly from behind and put a gleaming dagger to her throat.
“Ask them yourself,” the Queen chided. “When you’re finished, leave them with me, and I may let you leave with your dignity intact.”
“Is it true?” the elf demanded.
“No!” Tina blurted.
“Don’t lie to me!” the elf hissed.
“Eep!” Tina squeaked. “No! I swear! We were supposed to be on this stupid road trip and stupid dad got all weird then stupid mom got all weird and they decided to stop at this spooky mansion which was obviously haunted and I told them it was obviously haunted but he ignored me and now I’m a wizard and my sister’s super strong and my brother’s a wolf and our parents are missing and … and …”
“Jeez!” Nirella said. “All right, all right, I get it. Take a breath.”
Tina gasped in a breath and then said, “Are you really an elf?”
“Yeah,” Nirella said.
The girl seemed to make a sustained high-pitched squee-ing sound, and looked at the woman with big doe eyes. “You smell good” she said.
“Thanks,” Nirella said. And then added in a whisper, “Are you ready to fight?”
“With what?” Tina said. “All I can cast is fire.”
“You just leveled up,” the elf said. “Are you sure?”
“I can try,” Tina said.
Nirella released her and pushed her forward with a hearty slap on the ass and an “Atta girl.”
“Well?” the Spider Queen demanded.
“Fiend!” the elf seemed to pick up her bravado where she’d left it. “These are innocent girls.”
“It matters not, of course,” chuckled the queen. “You were never leaving here, anyway. You shall be a special treat. Release the Arachnor!”
The gate to the right of the platform ratcheted open and from the tunnel emerged a spider the size of an elephant. Armored in plate lined with spikes, the beast was the first of the Queen’s to actually make the elf question the wisdom of intervening. Still, she put on a brave face. “Do your worst!” she called up to the queen.
The crowd roared.
Jane and Tina’s spiders closed on them once again. Jane fended hers off with a series of blows that further dented its armor and knocked it senseless. “Sorry!” she whispered at it.
Tina’s spider closed on her, and now she felt a chill rising in her. Just as the spider prepared to lunge at her, she cast a blast of frost that froze its foot to the arena floor. It chipped away at the ice, but Tina froze its remaining feet. When it was immobile, it chittered irritably at her, but she just grimaced and backed away, mouthing an apology.
Turning to locate their rescuer, Tina found the elf under assault from ropes of silk that continued to shoot from the rafters. Her daggers cut at them, but the strands had begun to restrict her movement. Eventually, the rogue had been rendered immobile, and thrashed about at the Arachnor approached.
Tina encased one of the giant beast’s feet in ice, but the monstrous spider simply lifted up its leg, bringing the foot, ice, and a chunk of the arena floor with it. It reared back on its hind legs and shrieked with rage. From underneath it, a truly humongous cock extended. While the champions’ tools had been large, the Arachnor’s would surely split the thief in two.
“Whoa!” Nirella said, struggled as she found herself unable to retreat from the Arachnor.
Tina tried burning away the ropes that attached the elf to the arena ceiling and walls, but there were too many. She wanted to burn the webbing directly off of the green-haired woman, but doubted that elves were naturally fireproof.
“Hurry!” Nirella pleaded.
“There’s too many!” Tina said.
And then, from the left came a blur. A tremendous gonging sound shook the stadium, drowning out all other noise. The Arachnor staggered and a huge dent appeared in its thick armor. Next to where it had stood was Jane, war hammer in her hands. The Arachnor turned on her, but she swung at it again, shattering the armor on one of the beast’s legs. “Go!” she called over her shoulder. “Get the elf! I’ve got this!”
“Wow!” Nirella marveled in genuine awe. “She’s really something.”
“Yep,” Tina said, burning off the remaining silk ropes. None replaced them. “That’s my sister.”
“Your sister?” Nirella said, remembering how the girls had kissed.
“Long story,” Tina said over the gonging in the background. “Can you walk?”
Nirella was free of the ropes, but the webbing still impeded her movement. “Yeah,” she said. “I think so.”
Jane had backed the Arachnor against the Queen’s platform, and the monster retreated up the vertical to hide behind its master. “You coward!” hissed the Spider Queen.
No sooner had she scolded her pet than the redhead smashed her hammer into the base of the platform. The Queen shrieked as the ground gave way underneath her, but her pet snatched her up and perched on the wall, digging its feet into the earth. Jane advanced, but turned when Tina called out to her.
“Jane!” Tina called, helping the elf toward the gate. “I think you’ve made your point. Let’s get out of here!”
Jane headed for the gate and smashed it down with the hammer.
As the party escaped through the tunnel, they heard the regent’s sharp voice echoing after them. “You’ve won this time, but no one escapes the wrath of the Spider Queen! No one!”
The tunnel emptied into a clearing, and the warriors stopped to catch their breath.
“Thanks for the rescue!” Nirella said. “I thought I was going to be the one rescuing you.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Tina said, her nimble fingers resting on the elf’s strong arm.
“So,” Jane said, propping the war hammer up on her shoulder. “Who are you, anyway?”
“Oh, me?” the elf said, picking at the spider silk that still clung to her. “Name’s Nirella: thief, rogue-for-hire, and champion of Oxcart.”
“Well, I’m Jane, and the one giving you doe eyes is my sister Tina,” Jane said. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything to wear, would you?”
The elf removed her midnight cloak and tossed it to the redhead. “I have more in Oxcart,” she said. “Can you share this one for now?” Jane threw the large dark cloak over herself, and Tina joined her under it.
“What’s Oxcart?” the older girl asked.
“It’s a village,” Nirella said, pointing to lights on a nearby hill. “It’s not far. Come, I owe you for rescuing me.”
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“Open the gates!” Nirella bellowed up to the guard captain.
“Who goes there?” the captain called down.
“It’s me, Nirella, with the charges I rescued from … The Lair of the Spider Queen!” she called up. The gate creaked open, and allowed the rogue and her guests to pass.
Oxcart wasn’t much to look at, but the roguish elf had secured herself a nice cottage atop the hill. Lighting the lanterns, she ushered the girls in and closed the door behind them. As Jane propped her hammer up against the wall, remaining under the cloak, the elf disappeared into the adjoining rooms to light candles and go about her business.
Standing awkwardly in the entranceway, the girls heard running water in the next room. Nirella poked her head through the open doorway. “Hey, girls,” she said. “I’m going to get all this spider junk washed off. Why don’t you join me?”
Moving as one, still under the cloak, the sisters entered the washroom to find the elf peeling off her bracers, which, stuck to her as they were, made the sound of duct tape as she hissed in discomfort. When the first one was off, she turned her head and noticed them.
“Don’t be shy,” she said. “I did watch you get the fucking of a lifetime, after all. I doubt there’s much left to hide.”
“Oh, right,” Tina said. Timidly, she slipped out from under the cloak. In the middle of the washroom was a large square stone bath. Steaming water poured into it from a hole on one edge.
Nirella saw the girl watching the tub. “The benefits of building near a hot spring,” she said.
Tina dipped a foot in and found the water to be perfect, neither too hot nor too cool. Stepping in, and feeling her muscles relax, she nodded to Jane, who let the cloak drop. The older girl saw the elf eying the young redhead’s smooth curves, and felt a tinge of jealousy.
Jane stepped into the tub and let herself submerge to the neck. “Ahhhh,” she sighed. Finally, something was going right in this weird magical world. Seating herself across from her sister, she leaned her head back on the stones and closed her eyes.
Nirella continue to undress, and noticed that the bookish older sister was not-so-subtly watching her every move. When she bent over to unfasten her greaves, Tina’s got an eyeful of her lean dark curves. The elf smiled to herself. This was going to be fun.
“They’re mithril,” Nirella said, peeling off her other greave. “A gift from the Dwarf King. A reward for rescuing his daughter from the Lizard People of Vz’kurth.”
“Ah,” Tina said, suddenly feigning disinterest and moving her eyes from the elf’s shapely ass.
The spider silk had wound its way into the clasps that held the undergarment in place. She tried the matching bra and found that it, too, was stuck. This was why she hated fighting spiders. Still, she thought, this didn’t have to be a setback. “Damn spiders,” she said, making a show of fiddling with the clasps. “Their silk sticks like crazy. I guess I’ll just have to soak it off.” Stepping into the bath and submerging herself to the neck, she saw concern on Tina’s face. Jane hadn’t moved.
“Won’t they rust?” Tina said.
“Hardly,” Nirella chuckled. “The fastenings are adamantium, and the fabric is woven mithril. You could set me on fire, and all that’d be left are these.” The elf stood and then sat on the edge of the tub next to the girl. In the relatively cool air, Nirella’s nipples puckered, making hard lumps in the brilliant silver fabric. Taking the girl’s hand, she placed it on her breast. “It’s the smoothest fabric in existence. A second skin, really.”
Now Jane lifted her head. She hadn’t thought it would, but seeing Tina’s pale hand caressing the woman’s breast made her jealous. Nirella saw the girl watching her, and beckoned her over. Jane stayed neck deep in the tub, but waded over. When she sat on the step on the other side of the elf, Nirella took her hand and put it on the strip of mithril between her long dark legs. Indeed, the material and everything underneath was supernaturally smooth.
Jane ran her finger down the rogue’s armored slit. “Mmm,” Nirella cooed. “Smooth, isn’t it?”
The redhead nodded, her hair hanging in wet crimson ropes. She was quite enjoying the feel of the elf against her fingers, but Nirella slipped back into the bath, completely submerging herself and emerging again, her green hair slicked back.
Offering her back to Tina, Nirella said, “Hey sweetie, would you see if that spider gunk is out of the clasp yet?”
Tina stood and looked at the clasp. It was definitely clear of webbing, and she fingered the hooks, popping them loose. The bra slid off the elf’s chest revealing two perfect teardrop-shaped breasts that looked as if they were carved from wood. Dark pink nipples stood erect in the middle of each. Nirella turned toward Tina, offering her back to Jane.
“I forgot,” the elf said leaning into the pale brunette. “I meant to thank you for the rescue.”
“Oh,” Tina blushed. “It was nothing really. I mean you rescued us, really, and well…”
Nirella gripped the girl by her chin and kissed her. The teenage human had such soft lips, and the elf loved the way they quivered with nervous energy. Behind her, she felt fingers at her hipline working the clasp on the bottom undergarment. When they were loose, Nirella reached down, removed them, and turned back toward Jane.
“How could I not thank the brave warrior who beat back that terrible beast?” she said before leaning in to kiss the young redhead. Jane immediately kissed the elf back, and the woman purred as she felt the youth’s passion. Reaching down with her long arms, she gripped Jane’s round little ass and lifted her up until she felt the girl wrap those strong legs around her waist. Picking Jane up, she set the girl on the warm stones at the lip of the bath. She sat next to the girl, and then beckoned Tina to join them. The older girl climbed out of the water and sat on the other side of the elf.
Nirella had dark nimble fingers that were used to slipping into purses and finding items of value. And so it was, too, when her long arms curled around the girls’ waists, and her long fingers stole into each of the sisters’ insatiable young love tunnels. Oh, how she relished the pleasured gasps of young human girls! They were nothing like the elves back home, always obsessed with the past, unable to take pleasure in anything that didn’t involve some ancient, half-forgotten history. These girls, whose slick warm vaginas contracted around her fingers, were making history. They had defeated the vile Arachnetta, and were about to go up against the most powerful sorcerer the land had ever seen. They deserved some gentle loving. Even though “gentle” wasn’t exactly her middle name, she would do her best to provide. [Editor’s Note: Nirella’s middle name was, in point of fact, “Gontle,” an elven word meaning “the tree upon the hill that is avoided by snakes due to the large number of predatory birds living in its branches”; wood elves are famous for having as many words for “tree” as there are trees. Author’s Note: In elven culture, this is considered the backhanded compliment of middle names; Nirella does not use it on her tax documents; Nirella also does not pay her taxes. -BD]
Tina felt looked down and saw the long dark fingers buried in her pussy, and couldn’t believe the sensations she was experiencing. So this is what it was like to be with an experienced woman. Her sister had been a quick learner, but the elf, twisting and wriggling her digits, stimulating her g-spot and other places within her depths she hadn’t thought to name, had her panting in no time at all.
Jane was realizing this, as well, and felt the tide of orgasm swelling to a crescendo. It was a small climax when it hit, but the young redhead felt herself shaking all the same. “Fuck, That was good!” she breathed.
Nirella grinned. “Oh, I’m sure it was,” she said. “But that was just an appetizer. I’m not done with you yet.” To emphasize the point, she kept her fingers twisting and pumping in the girl’s wet pussies.
Tina turned in toward the elf and began kissing the woman’s smooth skin, lips traveling down until they met the hard nipple on her perfect breast. The woman sighed in pleasure, and then let out a moan when Jane copied her sister and began flicking and teasing the right nipple with her tongue.
Nirella felt hot pleasure radiating from her chest, and closed her eyes as the girls licked and sucked her breasts. Unfortunately, as they had twisted toward her, she could no longer reach between their legs. It was then, in a moment of roguishness that she thought of another use for her nimble fingers.
Tina felt the elf’s hand slide up her hip and down over her ass, and then fingers teasing her pussy lips from the rear. She moaned into the woman’s breast, thinking, “Why, yes, thank you, ma’am. I’ll have some more of that,” and opened her legs enough to allow those slender digits better access. And she wasn’t disappointed. Once again, she felt the expert twisting and teasing driving her toward another orgasm. Before she could get there, however, her eyes shot open. “Whoa!” she blurted. Jane had a similar expression, though, Tina noticed, not as concerned as her own.
Nirella’s thumb, coated in pussy juice slid against the teenage wizard’s anus, massaging and teasing. Tina was tense at first, but after a while, the slick movement became a sensation that was certainly not unpleasant. Across from her, Jane’s blushing cheeks told her that the younger girl was thoroughly enjoying the anal attention. Somehow, knowing this made Tina relax even more and enjoy the elf’s audacious digit.
When the girls’ faces had lost all trace of trepidation, Nirella began pressing the tips of her thumbs into each of their virgin assholes. They were tight, and the going was slow, but Nirella found that fact even more enticing.
Jane could see on her sister’s face that the elf’s intruding thumb was a new and not-wholly-appreciated sensation. Tina had paled a bit, and her mouth hung slightly open as a groan came from her throat. Jane, on the other hand, loved the feeling of the Nirella’s thumb pushing into her tight puckered hole. There had been a little discomfort at first, of course, but that had disappeared as soon as she had relaxed. She wanted to help Tina find the pleasure she had discovered, so she took her mouth off the elf’s breast, leaned in and kissed her sister.
Feeling Jane’s soft young lips against hers was just what Tina needed. It wasn’t just the familiar pleasure, either. Somewhere deep down, Tina had been in Concerned Big Sister mode. She’d assumed that the discomfort and uncertainty she felt had been shared, and that it was her duty to protect Jane from it. But now, through the girl’s lips, she could feel her sister’s passion, and she almost laughed. Of course, she thought. Jane had always been the fearless one.
This realization was solidified in Tina’s mind when Jane parted from their kiss to push back on Nirella’s fingers. When the elf’s thumb could go no further into her ass, the curvy redhead moaned, “Fuck … yeah!”
Hearing her sister in the throes of ecstasy made Tina hot, and more importantly, it relaxed her. Nirella’s thumb slid into her far more readily now, and she moaned as she found the pleasure her sister had begun to revel in.
“Oh … god,” Tina moaned as she felt the elf’s fingers inside her, working their magic. Her breathing had become ragged, and she again became aware of the warm, slow build-up to orgasm. “Ah! … I wish I’d known … how good this … could feel,” she panted, pushing back against Nirella’s fingers.
“Didn’t you … ahh … ever read about it … mmm … in one of your books … nnnh! … dork?” Jane said. Her face was almost as red as her hair, and Tina could tell she was about to come.
“I did, you … ungh! … brat,” she said. “But … oh! … it always seemed like it was something … ahhh … other people did.”
“Ah! … other people? … (oh, shit) … like who?” Jane said.
“I dunno … nnh! … perverts?” Tina said.
Jane bucked against Nirella’s fingers and came, not screaming, but biting her lip with a long, high-pitched whine. Her round little breasts jiggled as spasms rocked her body. Panting, gasping breaths hissed in and out of her cute upturned nose, and purple flames danced along her back.
Seeing her sister level up while coming on the elf’s fingers drove Tina quickly toward her own orgasm, but before she could reach it, Nirella’s fingers slid out of her. She made a pathetic whimpering noise, but only for a moment. Jane scooted around to sit behind her, and Nirella slipped into the bath. Tina, sitting on the edge looked down in a haze of frustrated lust to see the elf’s dark hands on her pale knees, spreading her thighs. When the green-haired beauty leaned in and Tina felt hot breath on her aching sex, she leaned back into her sister.
Jane leaned back a little, but propped them both up with one supernaturally strong arm. Her other hand reached around to tease and squeeze her sister’s breast. Looking down over her older sister’s shoulder, she saw Nirella lean in and put her lips at the apex between those slim creamy thighs.
“Ahh!” Tina cried out, feeling the elf’s tongue stroke up and down her slit before dipping inside her. Between her sisterly teasing at her breasts and the elven attention between her legs, she knew she wouldn’t last very long at all. The ecstasy was too much for her body to handle, and she leaned her body fully into Jane.
Nirella was in heaven. The human girl tasted heavenly, and with every flick of tongue against clitoris, more of those juices flowed. When Tina leaned back farther, Nirella took the opportunity to press her long index finger into the girl’s tight ass. Tina squealed and bucked against her as the first and then second knuckles disappeared into the hot gripping hole. When the last of her finger slid into Tina’s ass, the girl came with a scream that threatened to shatter the stones around them.
Tina felt fire in every breath as orgasm wracked her body. The combination of sensations drove her over the edge, and then some. Arching her back, prickles of ecstasy turned to purple fire, but she hardly noticed over the blinding flash of real flames.
As the young wizard belched flames from deep within, Nirella shrieked and ducked under the surface of the water, glad to have such a deep bath. Jane shielded herself with Tina’s body, rightly assuming that her sister would be immune to her own fire.
As Tina came to, she saw a nasty blackened blast mark on the ceiling of the elf’s washroom. Still woozy with pleasure, she sat up. Nirella, submerged except for the top half of her head, peered up at her with curious concern. Behind her, Jane sat up, blinking away the flash.
“Well, that was new,” Jane said, patting her sister on the back, and instantly regretting it.
Tina felt a rumbling from within, and her eyes went large. Nirella ducked back under the water just in time to dodge the searing heat from an incendiary belch. Jane turned away to shield her eyes.
“Urp!” she burped one last time, blowing a dainty little fireball. “Excuse me!”
“What was that?!” Jane asked, urging her sister into the bath and following her in.
“That,” Nirella said, finally allowing herself to fully resurface, “was dragon breath.”
“What,” Jane said, “like actual dragon breath?”
The elf nodded. “I’ve seen it a few times,” she said. “Not many see it and live, but I…”
“Rescued some king’s daughter from dragons?” Jane said with a smirk.
Nirella’s dark complexion took on a crimson hue as she blushed. “The other way around,” she said with a coy little grin.
“Oh, my god!” Tina said, covering her mouth. “I am so sorry!” Jane and the elf followed her gaze up to the ugly scorch mark on the ceiling.
“Did you ever hear the story of the Three Goblins and the Dragon?” Nirella said. The girls shook their heads. “One goblin built its house out of orc leather. Another built its house out of hair stolen from sleeping children. But this little goblin,” she said, pointing to herself, “built her house out of stone.”
From inside the house, the Wolf could hear giggling and splashing. The cottage’s thick wooden door was locked, and smashing it down to confront three powerful warriors on the other side would be a mistake. Its instincts told it to wait. “Soon,” it thought, waiting in the night shadows.
Soon….