Reina the Warlock - Pt. 6

REINA THE WARLOCK - PART 6 : So Very Sorry

Reina sighed heavily as she gazed upon the disaster laying before her on the worktable. It was a catastrophe. A complete and utter botch. As good as her new assistant Idina's intentions were, the girl was useless when it came to translation of old texts. The girl was hardly dumb, but words were not her strong suite. Reina really had to get Telitha back.

It had now been three weeks since she had banished her old assistant, a punishment for having played around with Beleeza behind her back. At the time it had seemed prudent. Necessary, even. But now she wondered exactly who was being punished the most.

She went to the kitchen and made herself some sweet abarran tea, spiced with calming rootdust. Then, she took the steaming little cup and ventured up on the roof, where she sat down to gaze out over the city. It was an unusually calm evening, without any wind to disturb the sand and the dust. Night was slowly falling and the alleyways were lighting up with lanterns and candles, turning them into great glowing veins that sprawled towards the beating heart of the city. The petrified eye that hung in the sky far above Robeka was silent and dark. Sleeping peacefully, for once. Even this arid, hostile place had its moments of beauty.

There, under the waking stars, she sat and pondered. Much had changed lately, and she had not taken the time to truly feel - to really try and understand what was happening inside her. She had always been a bit of a recluse, burying herself in work and duties. Had used it as a shield to keep people at arm's length. But lately she had felt like something had changed. It was more than just Beleeza's Daemonic influence, however. It was the woman herself. If you could call her that. Reina felt emotions stirring inside her that she had never expected. Emotions that really weren't supposed to have a place in a diligent scholar's life, especially towards what most Warlocks would consider a subordinate. Or even a slave. But there the feelings were. A smoldering, aching tangle of emotions that whispered only one name. Had she really been angry at Telitha for breaking the rules, or was it because the girl had intruded upon a deeper bond? After all, Reina had forgiven Beleeza quickly enough. Was it simply jealousy that had stung so deeply? Had the boundaries she had laid down been fair? All this and more she pondered as she drank her tea in solitude while the moons began their dance among the stars. Finally, she whispered the name that her heart called out for.

Beleeza.

Only a few moments passed before footsteps could be heard coming up the creaking stairs leading to the roof. A pale phantom appeared in the door, naked as only those completely devoid of shame could be. Beleeza wore her raven-haired human form voluntarily for once. Even she knew that a Daemon on a midnight roof would cause a bit of a stir. For a moment, Reina could only gaze at her bondmate with warmth, drinking in the generous yet elegant curves. Then, she patted the ground next to her and the Daemon came to sit with her without uttering a single word. They sat in silence for a while, simply looking out over the city, before Reina finally spoke.

"I think I'm going to take Telitha back."

"Oh?" There was a genuine mixture of surprise and curiosity in Beleeza's voice. "You have forgiven her, then?"

Reina though about it for a moment. Was there really something to forgive? In the end, Beleeza was a Daemon of the House of Flesh. It was her very nature to act the way she had. And Telitha was only human. Would she herself have been able to resist such temptation if she had been left alone as an apprentice with something like Beleeza? Probably not. Still, it had hurt. It had wounded her.

"I... suppose I have." Reina finally said. "I'm still not happy with what happened behind my back, but... This can't really be treated like a relationship between humans, I suppose." She waited for a quip from Beleeza that never came. The Daemon only sat and listened. Reina wasn't the only one who was changing.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is... It wasn't just that she broke a rule. I think I didn't like the thought of Telitha having had that moment with you because it felt like she intruded on something where she didn't belong." Reina gave Beleeza an unsure glance. If opening your heart to another human was difficult, it was nothing compared to opening it to a Daemon. "It felt like... she was taking something away from me."

"You mean to say I'm a toy that can be taken away then?" Beleeza couldn't keep her silence any more, feigning shock and insult with a dramatic gasp.

"No! I just-"

"I know what you meant, pet," Beleeza said with a teasing smile. " You meant that she wounded your heart more than your sense of professionalism, no?"

"I... Yeah, I suppose so." Reina admitted.

"It did not wound you when I played with Omala?"

"That was different though. I was... with you then. A part of it."

"Mm..." Beleeza purred. "A delicious part. I enjoyed watching the moon ghost play with you too."

Reina jabbed her bondmate in the side, and tried to stifle a blushing smile. "Shush you. I'm serious."

"So tell me then, bondmate. What do you want?"

The Warlock pondered. This wasn't exactly something she had studied as an apprentice. No one schooled you on emotional relationships with your Daemon.

"I guess... I wanted someone from the House of Flesh, so then I can't very well ask you to act against that nature. Nor do I want to."

"I should hope not," Beleeza purred and bit Reina's ear lightly.

"But I... I can't deny that you've become special to me. I want you to be... You. With all that it entails. But the thought of you doing what you do to me with someone else hurts. Even though it shouldn't."

Beleeza sat quiet with a quizzical look on her face. This was a new conversation for her as well.

Reina sighed heavily and continued. "I'm not... ordering you, or even asking you to do anything. I'm just telling you how I feel."

For a while, Beleeza held her silence, her face an impassive mask that may as well have been made of stone. Finally, she spoke. "Very well. Then I will not play with anyone else, if you are not present."

Reina stared in shock at her Daemon. Whatever answer she had expected, it was not that. She fought a lump in her throat as she pulled Beleeza tightly against her. They held each other in silence, both trying to understand exactly what they were feeling. Reina wanted to give words to so many things, but did not know how. She could only hold her Daemon, feeling her warmth and breathing in her scent.

"Does that mean other Daemons too..?" Beleeza finally mumbled, with something that almost approached apprehension in her voice.

Reina let out a relieved laugh. "No, dummy. You can fuck as many Daemons as you want whenever you want."

"Oh thank the depths," Beleeza sighed. "That might have been the end of me."

Reina gently pushed her bondmate to the ground and kissed her deeply. Beaneath the sea of stars they embraced each other, confessing their emotions without any clumsy words.

* * * * *

The next day, Reina was laying out material in her workshop as Beleeza watched from the corner. Telitha was due to arrive at any moment after more than three weeks in exile. Reina really needed the assistant to get back to work as soon as possible, but she couldn't help giving the girl one last little punishment before that.

"You are sure you want to do this?" Beleeza asked.

"Yes," Reina said with an dark smile. "It will be a suitable punishment for playing with fire."

"Very well, pet," the Daemon purred. "Punished she will be. How should I dress then?"

"I trust your creativity, Something that will make her mad with lust."

The Daemon let out a laugh. "You seem to become more and more in tune our House every day, human though you are."

Reina simply pointed her tongue at Beleeza. Half mocking, half inviting. "I blame your influence."

Beeleza stood up and stretched, still in her human frame. But then, with loud cracks and groans, she started changing shape. Her frame grew almost two heads taller than Reina, taking on a dark brown tone of skin, clad in an intricate weave of red tattoos. Her horns sprouted thick and strong, and her black hair grew wild and untamed. She kept herself to two arms, though exactly what one should call the thick thing that grew between her legs was open to interpretation. For a moment, Reina looked at her beastly mate, and considered that perhaps she should simply ask Telitha to come back another day. Just looking at Beleeza's strong body and the thick cock that was waiting to be played with made her heart beat faster.

"I believe that should be a good start," Beleeza purred as she flexed and stretched.

"If it doesn't do the job, then Telitha has certainly learned her lesson," Reina added with a smirk.

Soon enough there was a knock on the door and Reina went to answer it. As expected, it was Telitha, stiff as a statue, with a terribly awkward look on her face. The assistant bowed deeply, clutching her materials close to her chest. Her black hair, usually messy, was now cut neatly at the shoulders and impeccably groomed. Even her wild and defiant eyes were unusually timid.

"Thank you so much for letting me back into your service, Adept," she said humbly, still keeping her head bowed. "I am yours to command."

"It's nice to see you again Telitha," Reina replied gently. She had used to be so into the formality of it all. Now she just stood leaned against the door frame, leisurely in a way that would make any higher Warlock sneer. "Come in and put your books down."

They went inside together, and Reina watched with great amusement as Telitha went stiff at the sight of Beleeza. The Daemon simply waved seductively from her corner, blowing a small kiss to Telitha. The poor girl had no idea what she was walking into.

"So!" Reina began as Telitha put her material down on the prepared worktable. "Let's get the obvious out of the way first. Your little mess-up with Beleeza is forgotten and forgiven. Water under the bridge."

"It will never happen again," the assistant said curtly, eyes locked to the floor. "I am truly sorry for my transgression, M'am."

"I hope so," Reina said with a smile. "You're here to assist my work, not to get busy with my bondmate. I hope I don't have to tell you what the consequences would be if it where to happen again."

"Absolutely. Your word is my law, M'am." Telitha was laying it on thick, but seemed to mean every word.

Beleeza just sat in her corner, admirably silent.

"Good. Now, I have two matters for you: one is the translation of a text. Some work has been put into it, but I think you're better off doing it from the start. The other is a puzzle box that I believe is connected to the text, though its cryptic nature makes it hard to be sure."

Reina took an odd little dodecahedron from a shelf and put it down on the table. It was a strange little thing, about as big as a melon, painted in red and black with bronze sigils adorning all twelve sides. She had found it by pure chance in a bazaar. It was impossible to say whether there really was something of value inside, but she recognized the symbols as being derived from an old tradition of cryptology. The kind that wasn't wasted on trivial things. Even if the contents proved to be worthless, the box itself could be sold for a decent sum. If it could be opened.

"Is the cryptology familiar to you?" Reina asked as she handed the dodecahedron to Telitha.

"Vaguely," the assistant said as she turned the box in her hands. "I think they are related to constellations, corresponding to lesser Gods. At least, that's what I would guess at a glance."

Reina couldn't help but smile. In less than a minute, Telitha had shed more light upon the matter than Idina had managed to do in a week. She almost felt bad about what was about to happen. Almost.

"Sounds like you have a good place to start then. Put your materials in their place and get get to it, I will continue with my own project in the meanwhile. It trust you haven't forgotten your way around the workshop." There was the slightest hint of mockery in Reina's voice, but if Telitha caught it, she didn't show it.

Telitha simply bowed without a word and set to her work. As her assistant made herself busy, Reina got back to her own projects, pretending to be busy. But her focus remained elsewhere. While she made a show of burying herself in grimoires, she kept watching both Beleeza and Telitha in their opposite corners of the workshop. The Daemon kept glancing in the direction of the assistant, but received no attention in return. Telitha kept her mind on her translation with an admirable discipline. Determined to show that she had learned her lesson.

Reina was almost a little disappointed. She had been hoping for a little more chemistry. Sparks. Defiant lust, barely tied down and controlled. But no. Telitha had completely descended into her own little world. As much as she wanted to see the work completed, Reina found herself wishing the assistant had been just a little less regretful. Soon, she too found herself more and more focused on her work, absorbed by accounts of the Nether rather than thoughts of teasing and play. Even when she left the room to fetch tea or books, it seemed as if Telitha refused to waver. Beleeza's little looks went completely unanswered. And so, the hours of quiet, dutiful work passed. Finally, Reina decided that it was time for drastic measures.

"I believe it is time for food soon," she said, breaking the long silence. "I think I'll go to the bazaar and get some cliffhare for us."

Telitha's focus finally broke as she looked up at Reina. Her eyes darted to and away from the Daemon in a flash.

"You'll be alright here while I'm out?" Reina asked, barely able to hide a smile.

"I-uh, I can go to the bazaar for you," Telitha tried. Her voice betrayed her sudden nervousness.

"Oh no, just keep working," Reina said and gave her assistant a dismissive wave. "I need some fresh air anyway. I won't be very long."

"Are... Are you sure?" Telitha really didn't seem to want to be left alone with Beleeza.

"Absolutely, no need to break your focus." Reina, on the other hand, absolutely wanted the two to be alone now.

"Oh, um... Yes, Adept."

Reina took great pleasure in seeing Telitha so flustered all of a sudden. As she took her sandcloak, she gave Beleeza a subtle little wink, and the Daemon smiled and nodded in understanding. Telitha had no idea what kind of trap she was about to find herself in.

"No messing around now, okay?" Reina said to the two with a dry smile.

As the Mistress of the house went out and shut the door behind her, a tense silence settled in the workshop. One so absolute that you could almost hear the dust settle, had it not been for the thumping of the young assistant's heart. Telitha had no idea what to make of it all. After what had happened, how could Reina just leave the two of them alone? Surely this must be a test of her resolve? That had never been Reina's way of doing things, but what other explanation could there be? She decided that this must be the case and took a deep breath to regain her focus. As long as she kept her mind on the work, things would be fine. As long as she didn't - without even thinking she glanced over at Beleeza for but a second. But even that was more than enough.

The Daemon sat in the corner, watching her with a satisfied smile and eyes that smoldered with wicked intentions. Not a single word was exchanged, but whole books could have been born from the flash of energy that rippled through the air between them. Telitha forced her eyes downwards and with shaky hands and a throbbing pulse she tried to regain her composure. The translation work had been going so well, but now the scribbles and glyphs were just a jumble of lines, devoid of any meaning. She read and re-read her notes, over and over, anxious to find her way forward again. It wasn't enough to show she could resist temptation - she had to exceed any and all expectation. She imagined the shock in Reina's eyes upon returning as she handed over the solved cryptogram, used it to fuel her ambition. And it worked. Finally, the scribbled started making sense again, her breath was calming and-

"I kept it, you know..." Beleeza purred from her corner.

Telitha was caught off guard and looked up. The Daemon sat with her legs spread, her large shaft standing almost completely erect. In her hands she held the big obsidian cock that Telitha had shaped on the night of her banishment, gently caressing it with suggestive motions. The young warlock nearly forgot to breathe.

"It has been very good company during dark nights," Beleeza continued, with a sensual lick along the abyssal shaft, her long tongue coiling and writhing around the stone cock. "One wonders what those hands of yours could conjure in less of a rush."

Then, with a deep moan, the Daemon took the beastly thing almost entirely into her mouth, shivering in delight as she showed off. Telitha's heart nearly stopped, and she couldn't help staring at the Daemon's performance, watching like transfixed as Beleeza fucked her own mouth with the toy, her own dark cock throbbing and pulsating in delight. All of a sudden the young assistant realized how soaking wet she was already, how she ached and burned deep inside. Her cheeks burned like unholy fire and a sweet mist was starting to cloud her thoughts. She bit her lip hard until searing pain and the taste of blood brought her back to her senses. She could not - must not falter. She had been weak once, but not again! She would not fail this test, even if it killed her.

"Please," she muttered darkly, her eyes once more locked on the paper before her. "Keep it down. I'm trying to work." There was no reply other than another deep, satisfied moan.

Telitha set her mind to repeating the names of the lesser gods of this land, like a spell to keep the lust and tempting sounds at bay. Orhomal the twice killed. Bugolam the heretic son. The glyphs corresponded. There was an order to things, a hidden hierarchy among forgotten dogmas. Tohrokash born of flame. The divine work of metallurgy and the heresy of bronze. Ylgaleth the-

"Mmmm, I need it inside me again..." the Daemon purred, once more challenging Telitha's focus.

But the warlock refused to waver. She uttered not a word, not a breath in response. Ylgaleth the pale wanderer. Jhoghoton everlaughing. The layers of history and interpretations must be torn away or the meanings would be false. The order of symbols told a story. A modern eye would see a story of triumph and glory. Life conquering death. But an old eye saw another, a story of a dark fate. The whisper of a curse. Old myths, buried among the scorching sands.

"Ahhh, it almost feels bigger than before-" Beleeza gasped with a heat that nearly lit the curtains on fire. This time Telitha wavered. Her eyes betrayed her at just the moment when the Daemon, straddling the big stone toy, let it push deep up inside until it was almost completely gone. Beleeza let out a moan of otherworldly delight, grabbing hold of her hard cock which already glistened with precum. Muscles rippled as she started working her body up and down the black shaft, dripping wet with Daemonic juices.

It took all of Telithas willpower not to give in and shout orders. Something in her desperately wanted to make the Daemon obey, to force Beleeza into submission. But she knew that she couldn't, for a hundred different reasons. Images from her night of banishment surged back, the way Beleeza had fucked herself for the young warlock's amusement, how the Daemon had come all over her own body at Telitha's order. She wanted it all again and so much more. By now she was so wet and delirious that she would have but needed to touch herself to come. But no. No. No. No no no. She grit her teeth and clenched the seat of her chair until cramping pain drowned out the searing heat between her legs. She grabbed the part of her that wanted to abandon it all for just a few moments of being filled to the brim with Beleeza's massive cock, kicked it into the deepest chamber of her soul, and shut the door with all the remaining willpower that she had.

Orhomal the twice killed. Bugolam the heretic son. Tohrokash born of flame. Ylgaleth the pale wanderer. Jhoghoton everlaughing. The slick sounds of Daemon flesh around obsidian and deep moans threatened to set her aflame. But the pattern was becoming clear. As if her mind had broken and left her possessed by something otherworldly she connected the dots without thinking. Among scattered tomes and papers the truth was revealed. As Beleeza's moans became more and more ecstatic, she felt herself cracking at the seams. Time became a blur where she had no idea whether she was actually in control of herself anymore. Her hands scribbled things she barely comprehended, things that were beyond both words and explanations. Suddenly, a ripple of heat cut through her as Beleeza cried out, and in a delirium Telitha looked up without thinking. The room was drowned in a red, pulsating haze that flickered in tune with Beleeza's movements. And as the Daemon's cry reached a crescendo it almost seemed as if everything came ablaze and she came in thick, hot spurts all over herself, covering her breasts and abdomen in ropes of cum that seemed as if they would never stop. Telitha watched in stunned silence, no longer in control of herself. Her entire body screamed in desire, begging for release that she wasn't capable of giving. She had lost her grip on reality. Her hand kept writing even as she didn't watch. Instead her eyes were locked on Beleeza who sighed in pleasure, slid out the obsidian toy, stood up, and walked with a tempting sway of the hips towards her. The Daemon's cock hung half-erect, ready to be put to use with little work, and thick cum ran down her body as she walked. Then, she bent over the table in front of Telitha and leaned forward to whisper.

"Come now pet... won't you play with me...?" the Daemon purred as she put a tempting finger to Telitha's lower lip and caressed her.

"I... I'm working." Telitha mumbled without even thinking. She could barely feel her own body anymore. Her eyes returned to the papers and suddenly felt as she if had been plunged into deep water. Beleeza said something, far, far away. Words from another world. Her fingers bled as she wrote and her eyes seared with pain as she looked upon her own writing. She knew something was terribly wrong - that she had fallen into deep, dangerous magic. But she no longer had any control. She was lost. Dying. Dead. About to-

The door to the workshop closed with a slam. Telitha looked around in a daze, unsure if she could trust her senses. The light was the dim amber of early desert afternoon again. Reina was dusting off her sand cloak with a pair of cliffhares in one hand, while Beleeza sat with a cryptic smile in her corner. There was no trace of her play. Suddenly Telitha was acutely aware of the agonizing heat between her legs again. Every little movement in her chair sent sparks of pleasure rippling through her abdomen. Never had she needed to come as badly as she did right now. She looked down on the papers before her, half expecting to see nothing more than insane scribbles. But to her amazement, the absurd hoard of notes made some arcane sense. And there, at the very end, a clear sequence of sigils, matching those on the puzzle box. Cold tendrils of some unknown fear wrapped around her heart and wondered whether opening it would not be a grave mistake.

"Telitha?"

Suddenly, she realized that Reina was speaking to her, and stared back with bleary eyes.

"I said, are you alright?" Reina asked again, now with some concern.

Telitha simply nodded slightly, gathered up her papers, and handed them over. Then, she stood up on shaky legs, and with an even shakier voice, said:

"Please excuse me."

Then, she made her way to the privacy room without another word.

Reina had no idea what to make of it. Her assistant looked as if she had been working for seven years straight, and the notes she had given would have needed days, if not weeks of work. She had been gone less than an hour, but it certainly felt like more. She looked over at Beleeza, who just sat in her corner and smiled. But there was something hidden beyond her smile, a look in her eye that Reina hadn't seen before. The Daemon almost looked worried.

"What happened?" Reina finally asked, "Did she actually do all this work while I was away?"

"Oh yes, she certainly did. Quite a ferocious worker that one," the Daemon said, arching her eyebrows.

"Did you...?"

"Oh, I did. But she didn't buckle." Beleeza feigned a look of hurt. Though Reina guessed that there was some actual disappointment there, deep inside.

"Do you think she's alright?"

Beleeza didn't answer at first, and simply stared towards the privacy room as if she was looking through the walls.

"I'm no sure what came over her. All of a sudden she simply... Phased out. Stopped responding and wrote like mad." Then the Daemon turned to face her bondmate with a lecherous smile. "But I wouldn't worry too much. Right now she's in there, covering her mouth so as not to scream as she fingers herself to madness. I can feel her heat all the way from here..."

Reina suffocated a giggle, but could help feel just a little bit excited herself. Telitha had more than paid for her transgression by now.

* * *

Just like Beleeza said, Telitha had locked herself in, torn off her clothing and was now lying spread eagle, fingering herself like possessed. She had never been this wet before, so scorching hot that she felt like she was going to melt away. Her fingers were almost numb from her frantic work but she was so incredibly close to release. She wanted to scream, to cry, to just roar out the orgasm but managed nothing more than desperate whimpers and moans as she worked her most sensitive places.

Then, finally, she felt the tide rising violently inside her. With the last ounce of her strength, she rubbed herself more and more roughly, felt as her hips rose by themselves and her whole body became tense as a bowstring. For a moment, the world froze and the air was forced out of her lungs. Everything stood still. And then, in an explosion of rippling pleasure and shuddering muscles, she came in a wet gush, spasming over and over as her pussy erupted in delight. She lost herself in that delirium, unable to do anything but hold on to herself as the waves ebbed out. Exhausted beyond words, she couldn't help laughing to herself with tears in her eyes. She had passed the test. She wasn't sure she hadn't gone a bit mad in the process, but she had passed.

* * *

Once Telitha rejoined them again, Reina had almost finished preparing the cliff hares. Beleeza, while not a skilled cook by any measure, certainly had a knack for chopping things. No one said anything, though some rather ill-disguised smiles were exchanged. Once again, Reina realized how much she had missed Telitha's presence in the house. Even though the assistant hadn't been gone long, the mood had shifted considerably without her. One could only hope that she and Idina would get along. It was rare for a Warlock of Reina's status to have two assistants, but most were hesitant to challenge her. Her bond to Beleeza had given her a certain status among the other Warlocks in the city. And if it became a problem, she would choose Telitha any day. She would have to find more suitable work for the less experienced Idina however. The girl was useless at most research. She pondered this as the clinking of pots and the smell of food filled the little house.

When they finally got down to eating, Reina was relieved to see her assistant regain some life and strength. As entertaining as Beleezas temptations were, she felt like there was something else that had taken a toll on the girl. Telitha was no stranger to hard work and long hours of research, and it really seemed like those mere minutes had severely worn her out. But at least now she was chatting nicely, filling them in on what she had done work during her absence. Still a bit nervous about her place in the house, but far less tense than before. Whatever hesitations Reina had had about letting her back had withered away, and in its place was a gentle joy that their bond had survived.

* * *

"So, this sequence should open the box?"

Reina was examining the notes Telitha had produced and considered the puzzle box before her. There was something menacing about all this, some unpleasant unknown that scratched at her awareness.

"As best as I can tell - yes," Telitha said, not without apprehension. "Though I'm not sure whether what is inside is worth the risk. There is something... Eerie about it."

"What do you think?" Reina asked, with a glance at Beleeza who leaned across the table in a pose that offered her ample cleavage to Telitha.

"I can't feel anything bad from the box, if that is what you are asking. It could be empty - or it could have some sort of containment. Hard to say until you open it up," the Daemon added with a smirk.

Reina considered her options. Beleeza was right - it was impossible to say for certain what they were dealing with until they opened it. More research might yield an answer but that might mean days, weeks, months of basically aimless searching. Searching which might not yield any results at all.

"Damn it," she finally sighed. "Here goes."

One by one, she pressed the bronze sigils corresponding to old constellations and dead gods. Lithe musical twangs sang out as the markings clicked into place. When there was but one sigil left to press, Reina looked at the others with a nervous smile.

"Ready for anything?"

Beleeza smirked and stepped behind her bond mate. Telitha nodded, but took cover behind a book shelf, just to be safe. With a deep breath, Reina readied herself. Then, she pressed the last sigil. Another sweet twang rang out, followed by a short alien melody as the box unfolded itself in her hands. She could hardly believe the craftsmanship at play before her eyes, twisting and turning like a flower opening itself to the sun. That's when she saw what the box had hid. She recognized it immediately.

"Oh shit," she muttered under her breath.

"Now that is a heap of trouble if I ever saw one," Beleeza added with little of her usual mirth.

Telitha dared out from her hiding place to look. Within the box was a sickly green-black thing, about as big as a fist. At first it looked like little more than a molten piece of rock or warped piece of metal. But the closer you looked, the more its grotesque designs appeared - jagged forms swirling around a black jewel, making it appear like a grisly eye plucked from some nightmarish beast. It was impossible to say what its purpose was, but whatever it was it looked plenty sinister. Just looking at the thing put the mind slightly askew.

"Of course it would be Enutian," Reina sighed. "We need to get rid of this immediately or the Bluebloods will sniff it out." She closed the box again, hoping that the box would conceal its prize well enough for them to get rid of it.

"Care to fill me in a bit?" Telitha tried. "I've only ever heard the name, but never-"

"Later. First we get this out of here," Reina said absentmindedly before turning to Beleeza. "Any bright ideas?"

"I could bring it to the Nethers easily," Beleeza said, fiddling with the box. "But then you never know if the House of Paradoxes will come looking. They can be quite an unpredictable bunch of miserable fun-haters."

"I think I'd rather avoid that." Reina's brow furrowed with concern. This was far more than she had bargained for.

"But how about that old coot with the knick-knack obsession?"

Reina was blank for a moment before her face lit up. "Of course! That sour dog will gladly take it, and we might even get something valuable in return!"

Telitha felt unusually lost, and simply watched as her instructor took the puzzle box and once more got out her sandcloak.

"Come on! I think it's time you meet the last living Artificer in Robeka."

* * *

A little while later the three of them were stalking the depths of the southern part of the city - a tangled web of back streets and alleys where mostly beggars and poor people made their homes. If you could call them homes. Bundled up in cloaks and covering their faces, they did their best not to attract attention. The Wizard's Guard and the Bluebloods was one thing, but even a common mugger or sickly beggars could be troublesome. While Beleeza could certainly deal with most problems, having her shift out of human form would just bring about other, worse problems.

For almost an hour they trekked back and forth, trying to discern which of all the anonymous stone houses was the right one. Finally, they ended up in front of a shadowclad wall that had no features besides an old wooden door, scarred by decades of sandstorms. Not a single mark hinted that there was anything special inside, yet Reina and Beleeza shared a confident nod. As soon as they were sure that no one had followed them, Reina went up to the door, performed a rhythmic five-step knock, and waited. Waited. Waited. She had just raised her hand to try again, when suddenly there was another rhythmic knock from the other side of the door. Before the sequence had even finished, Reina walked away and around a corner into an alley, with Beleeza closely behind and Telitha trailing after. From the alley they went down into what was little more than a crevice, veiled in darkness, and then down a steep set of stairs that might as well have been a death trap for would-be intruders. At the bottom of the stairs waited another door, just as worn as the first one. But this one had two small openings, covered in metal. They positioned themselves outside, and waited. Finally, Telitha couldn't keep all her questions inside anymore.

"So... This man has a temper I take it?" she asked in a low voice, still keeping her face covered.

"Something of the sort," Reina replied without letting her eyes off the door. "Something about Artificers makes them into hermits. Paranoid. Though this guy has his reasons - the Bluebloods really have it in for him, and would probably do just about anything to get their hands on his creations."

"I'm not quite sure what to make of this..." Telitha knew many things, but only now did she realize how sheltered her studies had made her. There was a great many things she didn't understand about this city yet.

Just then, the lower hatch in the door slid open and out came a strange brass device made up of layered plates with strange little icons. Reina hesitated - suddenly not fully sure of the sequence. But before she could try her hand, Beleeza stepped up and rotated the plates with nimble fingers until she was satisfied. Reina arched an eyebrow at her bond mate, who only winked playfully in return. The device was pulled back inside, and mere moments later the other hatch slid open to reveal a pair of deeply set brown eyes that stared out suspiciously. Reina pulled down her covers to show her face.

"I hope you remember me, Podresh," she said with a smile. "I have something that might catch even your interest."

A low grunt could be heard from the other side of the door. "We'll see about that. You're the apprentice of that stuck up Warlock aren't you? The one with the lust beast? Who are the other two?"

Reina gave signal to the other two to reveal themselves.

"This is my own assistant, Telitha, and-"

"The lust beast," Beleeza filled in with a grin.

The man on the other side of the door scoffed. "And just why should I let you in with someone I have no reason to trust? What could you possibly have that is worth the risk?"

Reina suffocated a sigh. Everything always had to be a negotiation with this man.

"Because the longer this thing is not in capable hands, the bigger the risk that the Bluebloods will sniff it out instead."

That caught the Artificer's attention, and his eyes twitched involuntarily. The hatch slammed shut, followed by the sound of locks and mechanisms being undone. Then, the door slowly opened to reveal the way into a shady cellar. After a final look behind them to be safe, Reina led the way inside.

As the door closed behind them, Telitha could finally get a good look at their strange host. He was a man who might as well have been forty summers as he might have been sixty. Black, greystreaked hair and a unkempt beard emphasized the creases in his face, and Telitha was unsure whether they were marks of age or stress. He wore sturdy yet simple clothes, laden with pouches and pockets, with uncountable tools dangling from belts and straps. Silently, she remarked to herself that it looked like he'd worn the clothes so long he had become fused with them. Only then did she really catch sight of their surroundings - a massive workshop quite unlike any she had seen before. Shelves and tables groaned from the weight of thousands, if not millions of parts and pieces made of every material imaginable. It was impossible to tell what was finished and what was half-finished, and even the ceiling was so full of hanging relics it was a small wonder they hadn't pulled the entire house down.

"Well then, let's not dilly-dally," Podresh said, seating himself at a table that was just a little less cluttered than the others. "Show me."

Reina brought out the old canvas bag they had hid the puzzle box in, and placed both the puzzle box and Telitha's notes on the table.

"I do hope that this box is not the most interesting thing?" the old man grumbled, though he looked at the notes with some interest.

"No, I decided it was best to keep the thing inside the box, as it seems to be built to conceal whatever is hidden inside. My assistant managed to solve the code, and we found something of Enutian origin inside."

Podresh nodded absentmindedly. "Perhaps you're not as wet behind the ears as I thought. But let's see if this thing is actually of such dark origin." He picked up the stack of notes and rifled through them, brows furrowing as he read. "You solved this cryptogram?" he finally said, looking at Telitha with incredulous eyes.

"I did," Telitha replied with slight uncertainty. She wasn't actually sure exactly how she had solved it, or whether it even had been she that had done the solving.

"She's a great translator," Reina filled in with some pride. "I wish I had her knack for seeing patterns."

"Hmmm-mm," was the only reply from the old man.

He put down the notes and slowly started opening the puzzle box. He considered every sigil carefully, examining the box with meticulous precision along every step, until finally, he pressed the last sigil and the box did its melodic opening dance just as it had before. Once more, the grim thing at its heart revealed itself. Podresh paused to consider the relic for a moment. Then, with utmost care, he picked it up.

"It is indeed Enutian," he mumbled, turning the thing over in his hands. "It's been a while since I came across one so undamaged, let alone so potent."

"Potent?" Reina asked, stepping a bit closer to look.

"You should not think of it in terms of ordinary magical potency. Enutian things have a quite unique potency. Something like the opposite pole of a magnet. I can only guess at what such a thing might have been used for."

"I take it you want to keep it then?" Reina prodded. She had no desire to keep the thing herself, but she had no intention of leaving empty-handed either.

The old man gave her a grim stare. "Trust me, this thing would only bring you misfortune. Not to mention the rancid curse that is the Bluebloods' attention.", Then, he caught Reina's drift. "Ah. You want something in exchange. Some reward for your find, is that it?"

"Fair is fair, after all."

"Rooting out these things from the world is an act of survival, not some mere business transaction," Podresh spat out. "This isn't just some little trinket, but a malice that is just waiting to be exploited by the wrong hands."

"You say that as if you don't find some use of your own in breaking them down," Reina countered with a chilly smile.

The old man got quiet. Finally, he put down the relic and sneered. "Fine. There is a shelf in the back with things you may choose from. Take your pick and have it be done with."

Reina and Beleeza set to the task with ill-concealed enthusiasm while Telitha watched. She was still full of questions, and she was not one to let them remain unanswered. So she turned to the Artificer, who was simply waiting in exasperation, eager to be left alone again.

"Forgive me for asking, but what exactly is the origin of Enutian things?"

Podresh threw her a tired look. "Do I look like your teacher?"

Telitha brushed it off. She had tangled with more than one snobby instructor in her days. "Well, if these things turn up out of nowhere, then it's better to understand them, right? And if they are as dangerous as you say, shouldn't I ask one who has solid working knowledge rather than antiquated books?"

The old man blinked a few times, slightly taken off guard. Then he muttered some suspicion about what the Warlocks feed the young to turn their tongues so slick and went to fetch a large piece of canvas from a shelf. Upon returning, he folded it out on the table, revealing it to be an old map. Telitha felt like she recognized coastlines, but all the places that were now covered by the Eternal Desert showed as emerald green on this map, dotted with towns and cities that had ceased to exist.

"The Enutians is what we call a long-gone civilization of people who used to inhabit this land countless generations ago. They were not just one people, but as we can't make any real distinctions between heritage, they are simply called the Enutians. This map shows one of their great cities and its surroundings. About five days of marching east-south-east from Robeka, as far as I can tell."

"I've never heard of such a place," Telitha mumbled as she looked over the map. "What happened?"

"The idiots blew themselves up. Tore their cities and themselves to pieces with their grotesque excuse for magic."

"How did they achieve something so powerful?"

"By combining extraordinarily powerful things with extraordinary sloppiness. If you ask me."

Beleeza let out a small laugh from the other side of the room.

"Don't forget a good dose of Paradoxal magic," she quipped before sticking her head through a metal ring that made it disappear completely to the human eye.

"Some kind of pact with one of the Houses of the Nether?" Telitha asked, looking at the Artificer.

"That is one theory. I've heard many in my day and each one is as likely as the next. Personally, I'm not interested in reproducing their work, but rather making sure it's all forgotten and destroyed."

"I take it the Bluebloods are of a different mind...?"

"What exactly do they teach you? The Bluebloods are one of the most influential groups in the city, and you don't know the most basic thing about them?"

"There are many things to learn in this city, Podresh," Reina interrupted. "And you'll find that what is considered important to know varies wildly depending on who you ask."

"Bah! Foolish notions and dalliances while dangers grow right under our noses," the Artificer exclaimed before turning to Telitha with a ferocious look in his eye. "Listen to this, and listen well youngling. The Bluebloods have enough influence and resources to be as reckless as they want, and that is what makes them dangerous. They want to use any and every Enutian finding they can get their hands on to delve deeper into their deranged ideas about manipulating the world around them."

Telitha swallowed with slight nervousness, but she wasn't going to back down now. "And what exactly is it that they are hoping to accomplish?"

The Artificer sighed heavily. "They are, for lack of a better term, anti-mages. They don't wield a power that changes and adds things to the world, but one that subtracts. This is why they follow the Enutian footsteps like a fool follows a con-man: they want to use the same core power to remove things from the world until it is to their liking, when any one with even a shred of sanity can see that it all hangs together. You can't remove one brick without destabilizing the whole damn house!"

By now, Telitha had no idea what to say. If this was so, why was none of this talked about among the Warlocks? Did they not know? Were they too busy building their own power to care?

Suddenly, Reina broke the tenseness. "What manner of thing is this?" She held a brass contraption that looked almost like an astrological model, centered around a crystal sphere with metal rings rotating around it.

"It is something akin to a compass for magic power," the Artificer grunted, still hot with anger at the thought of the anti-mages. "It can detect distance, potency, illusions and all manner of other things."

"Huh. Such a thing could come quite in handy. I think-"

"Hey," Beleeza whispered suddenly. She held a small rod that glowed with a pale white light, about as long as a hand and three fingers wide. "This thing feels nice and warm, and look! I can shape it nicely with my hands. I think we could have all sorts of fun-"

"Beleeza!" Reina hushed.

"Oh for- Take the things and get out!" the Artificer cried, finally having had enough of the home invasion. "Just take it so I don't have to think about it!"

The three invaders gathered their things with ill-concealed smirks, though Beleeza hardly even tried to hide her glee. The old man ushered them to the door and out into the hot, dusty afternoon as quickly as possible. But before he slammed the door shut, he fastened his eyes on Reina.

"Make no mistake Warlock - no matter how well concealed that thing was in its box or how short a time you kept it outside, something or someone might have taken notice. There is no telling what kind of trouble that thing might have attracted. Watch your back."

With that, the door closed with a bang, and suddenly Reina didn't feel quite as joyful anymore.

* * *

Soon enough the three of them were back in the workshop in Reina's house. All things considered, it had been quite a productive first day of having Telitha back in the house. Reina even felt a bit bad about the trick they had played on her assistant earlier, especially as she suspected that the relic had had some strange effect. There was little else that could explain exactly what had happened while she was away. But she knew exactly what to do to make up for it.

"Well," Telitha sighed, "Do you need anything more from me today? I still have some work to finish off for Master Wothas before I can focus fully on your assignments."

"There is actually one thing..." Reina saw how Beleeza perked up, as if she had read Reina's thoughts.

"I'm yours to command, Adept." Telitha tried her best to sound sincere, but heard the weariness in her own voice.

"It's actually less of a command and more like a reward," Reina said coyly. Beleeza smiled widely, already changing back into her more natural, half-Daemonic form in anticipation.

"I'm... Not sure I understand?"

"Well, it's not just your good work today, or the fact that you were so diligent in resisting Beleeza earlier."

"So disciplined," Beleeza interjected, and bent down to kiss Telitha on the cheek.

The young assistant was now beet red in the face, and didn't quite know what to do with herself. "What is going on..?" she mumbled, sensing that there was something afoot.

"I also realized that I was too hard on you earlier, so I figured there should be something to make up for it," Reina said gently. "And I think I know just the thing."

"Really, it's not necessary..." Telitha couldn't even look either of them in the eye.

Reina smiled widely, unable to resist taking some glee in her assistant's embarassment. "So you don't want to play with Beleeza again?"

Telitha's mind went blank. Empty, as if someone had whacked her with a mallet and all the thoughts had flown away. Was this another test? Surely Reina wasn't actually serious about allowing such freedom after having banished her for three weeks? Suddenly she felt Beleeza's lips brush against her ear and fingers caress her throat

"Come now pet," the Daemon purred, "Don't you want to tell me what to do again?"

Immediately, a mighty fire roared to life inside the young Warlock, burning so hot it almost made her dizzy. She really, really wanted to take charge again. Never had she known that such desires lay buried inside her, but after she had gotten a taste for it she desperately wanted more. Something about the thought of ordering around such a powerful creature for her own pleasure drove her absolutely crazy. Several nights during her banishment she had awoken feverish, burning with lust from the memories of that evening. No matter how ashamed she was of her transgression, she couldn't deny the terrible fire that it had stoked inside her. Already she felt the deep throb between her legs, her breaths getting shorter and the haze of desire clouding her judgment.

When she finally managed to turn her gaze up, her eyes were so smoldering with desire that Reina felt a cold shiver run down her spine. The girl almost looked possessed. Half lust-Daemon herself.

"Is it really alright? No trick or test? I can order her around?" Telitha almost whispered, her breaths short and shallow.

For a moment Reina hesitated. Was this actually alright? Could they even keep working together after this? But she too felt the rising desire, pulled along by the growing tension in the room. Telitha was like a taut bow, ready to go off at any second, and a part of Reina really wanted to see what would happen when she did.

"As long as Beleeza is alright with it," she finally said, and swallowed. She knew damn well that Beleeza's limits were far beyond ordinary human ingenuity. Or endurance.

"Do your worst, pet," the Daemon hissed in temptation.

That's when Telitha snapped.

"Undress me. Slowly." She stood up calmly and held out her arms. There was neither hesitation nor warmth in her voice, only stern cold command.

Beleeza smirked at Reina, who did her best to just blend into the background. Perhaps it would have been best to give the two their space, but she couldn't deny that she had a burning curiosity about what was about to unfold. The whole situation was starting to turn her on something crazy, no matter how much her disciplined side insisted that it was wrong to watch your assistant fuck her Daemon. Maybe that was exactly why it turned her on so much.

Telitha herself was barely aware of her instructor anymore. All she knew was the pounding of her heart and the maddening heat between her legs. Whatever embers had been left from earlier that day had now become a hellfire, and she intended to make Beleeza pay for her teasing. The Daemon slowly started disrobing her new Mistress, with an almost ritualistic elegance. She certainly knew how to play along when she wanted to.

Reina watched with growing anticipation as her assistant was relieved of her clothing, piece by piece. Telitha's simple robe hit the floor, revealing a thin shirt and a knee-length brown skirt. Reina quietly noted that neither did much to flatter the young girl's figure. But quickly enough, the shirt came off to reveal perky, round breasts with cute little pink nipples. Beleeza was just about to help herself to a playful touch, when Telitha swatted her away, quick as a cobra.

"Did I tell you to touch me, beast?" she asked, voice dripping with contempt.

Beleeza almost seemed taken aback for a moment by the sheer audacity, but she quickly regained her senses and smiled coolly.

"No, little Mistress... Forgive me."

"Mistress, beast. Now finish undressing me."

"Yes, Mistress."

Reina had to admit it was rather amusing, though when Telithas skirt hit the floor and she saw her assistant standing stark naked, her thoughts quickly shifted to other matters. Suddenly she had an overwhelming urge to join in. But no, this was Telitha's playtime, no matter how tempting the thought was.

"What does the Mistress desire now?" Beleeza purred, dancing ever so close around Telitha, without touching her.

"On your knees." The young assistant wasted no words.

The Daemon obeyed. Even when kneeling in front of Telitha her face was still in level with the girl's breasts. Reina watched the whole thing like mesmerized. Just a few weeks ago, this would probably have made her furious. Now it just made her raging wet. Ever so silently, she tiptoed to a chair in a dark corner, sat down, and let her hand slip inside her trousers.

Telitha looked at the Daemon with a steely gaze, assessing her borrowed slave. Without a word, she walked over to a table, grabbed a sturdy chain, and proceeded to wrap it around Beleeza's throat. For the first time, the Daemon actually seemed a bit stunned, looking at her Mistress in disbelief. Then, her face twisted in lecherous glee.

"My, my, I never thought-"

That's as far as she got before Telitha silenced her with a slap. Immediately, a tense silence fell, where neither Reina nor Beleeza knew what to do. Was this okay? Could she actually do that? Suddenly it seemed as if Telitha had, with one swift strike, assumed complete control.

"Do not speak unless I tell you to or to say 'Yes, Mistress,'" she growled. "Understand?"

Beleeza was quiet. Blinking in disbelief. Then, she lowered her gaze.

"Yes, Mistress."

Reina could hardly believe it. Never had she seen Beleeza this cowed. Perhaps - quite likely - it was just play, but even then it was so far from her usual cockiness. Suddenly she realized just how excited she was becoming while watching the display. She couldn't resist. As guilty as it made her watching this, she just couldn't turn away. With suffocated sighs and moans, she started touching herself, fingers exploring her wet, sensitive places.

"Good," Telitha stated coldly. Then, with absolute confidence, she put her leg up on a chair and exposed her womanhood, glistening with excitement. A tug of the chain forced Beleeza forward. "Get to work, beast."

The Daemon obeyed without any gruff, crawling over to Telitha like a domesticated cat. Then, she opened her mouth and reached out her long, pointy tongue, running along the young assistant's wet slit. Telitha did not have patience for teasing however, and forced the Daemon's mouth to her pussy with a deep, satisfied sigh.

"Now use that tongue," she growled, grinding her hips against Beleeza's face. When the Daemon's tongue slithered into her wetness, she let out a deep moan, shivering with delight as the slick thing explored her. She took hold of Beleeza's hair with one hand, guiding and steering so that not one inch was left unattended to. Then, she pushed the Daemon away, dragged her over to one of the worktables, hopped up, and spread her legs wide.

"Time to show what you can do, beast. Don't disappoint me."

"Mmm, yes Mistress," the Daemon purred, before descending on the young assistant.

As confident as Telitha was, she wasn't prepared for the full assault of Beleeza's tongue and hands. Almost as soon as the Daemon got to work, Telitha was writhing and moaning on the table, shivering in delight as her clit was caressed and large, skillful fingers stroked sensitive places deep inside her. She didn't know what turned her on more - to be so in charge of such a powerful creature, or said creature's magnificent skill at servicing her. Whichever it was, it had lit a fire inside her unlike any she had ever felt before. She threw herself into the ecstasy with careless abandon, pulling at the chains and grinding her hips against Beleeza's face, growling with animal lust as her body rippled with pleasure. Clawing at her own body, Telitha felt as if she was being consumed by crackling heat, melting down as a deep orgasm was building up inside her.

On the other side of the room, Reina was getting well into the mood as well. Watching Beleeza pleasure her assistant was surprisingly hot, and by now she was completely soaked. She sighed with satisfaction as she let her fingers slide over her clit and down her slick lips. The last few days she had played around with the Moonchild's gift - heightening and numbing her body's sensitivity at will. It had taken a lot of practice, with some rather bizarre experiences along the way. But she had gotten the hang of it - kinda. As long as she took it really nice and slow, she could make herself so sensitive that she barely had to touch her clit to bring on a subtle, but extremely pleasant little orgasm. That was how she touched herself now, every so lightly, slowly making herself more and more sensitive. Every nerve ending was tingling like touched by magic as her fingertips brushed against her wet folds. Trembling and quivering, responsive to even the slightest touch. She could feel her own juices overflow and her trousers getting damp as her excitement grew beyond control.

After a good while of getting her pussy treated with stellar service, Telitha was ready for more. She pulled back Beleezas head, admiring just how wet with juices the Daemon's face was.

"Not too bad, beast," she said coolly, patting Beleeza's cheek. "Now get up on the table and lie down."

The Daemon obeyed without a word. She crawled up on the table and laid down on her back, with her big, dark cock fully erect against her stomach. Without hesitation, Telitha straddled Beleeza, and gripped the Daemon's cock tightly.

"Time to try out this little thing," she growled, stroking it appreciatively. "Don't you dare come without permission, beast."

"Yes, Mistress," the Daemon purred back with a barely hidden grin.

Without warning, Telitha bent down and took the head of the massive cock in her mouth. With great eagerness she licked and sucked, making the thick shaft slick with spit and precum. Beleeza sighed heavily, visibly straining to not assume control as the young assistant worked her cock. But Telitha wasn't in the mood for being generous, and soon got up again to kneel on top of the Daemon, guiding her plaything towards her wet, expectant lips. At first she simply teased, looking down on the Daemon with a steely gaze as she rubbed the swollen head against her opening, as if daring Beleeza to try and take control. Incredibly, the Daemon managed to resist, even as her cock became slick with Telitha's juices.

Finally, the young assistant had had enough of the teasing, and with a satisfied moan she lowered herself down slowly. Her face twisted in pleasure as she felt the thick, warm cock fill her up, twitching and pulsating as it plunged deeper and deeper. Halfway she paused, catching her breath and getting used to the throbbing heat inside her. Telitha was hardly inexperienced, even if her studies kept her shut in. But even the most battle-hardened would hesitate on top of such a shaft. Then, with a deep breath, she lowered herself down until the entirety of Beleeza's obsidian cock was buried inside her, stretching her ever so nicely. With slow movements she started going up and down, barely breathing as she was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure. It was like she could feel every twitch and shiver inside her, and the cock was almost unbearably hot, smoldering like hot iron. Her movements got steadily braver, moving with more force every time she descended, mewling like a wildcat in heat and clawing at Beleezas rippling abs. The Daemon seemed to enjoy it just as much, grunting with delight as the young assistant rode her swollen cock.

Reina watched the whole scene as mesmerized, kind of amazed how well Telitha handled it - never mind how brazenly the young assistant ordered Beleeza around. For a moment she questioned whether Telitha even comprehended just how powerful the Daemon was. There were no wards or protections in play here, just pure submission. She wondered whether Beleeza would just take whatever Telitha threw at her, or if she would just turn the tables and take charge in the blink of an eye. The tension was palpable, and it excited her to no end. By now she was so sensitive that even just sliding a slippery finger gently up and down her wet lips kept her atop a small orgasmic wave that made her toes curl and her skin shiver with magic sparks. A soundless, gentle climax that just kept getting longer and longer until she started seeing stars, almost going cross-eyed as she watched her assistant and her Daemon fuck.

Telitha was working herself into an animal frenzy, riding and grinding harder and harder atop the Daemon. Beleeza, in turn, was panting heavily and visibly straining to keep herself from orgasming as the young girl rode her. Telitha saw it clearly, but did not care at all. Anytime the Daemon attempted to grab her or move, she was quick to discipline with a swat and a furious glare. This would happen her way, and her way only. The feeling of riding that thick, throbbing cock and how it spread her open was quickly driving Telitha towards a climax. But she didn't want it yet - not so soon.

So she leaned back, braced herself against Beleeza's legs and slowed down, breathing deep as she eased herself onto the big shaft. It rubbed against that incredible spot inside her every time she took it in, and it made her tremble with delight, legs shaking as she rode. It was so thick inside her - so warm and pulsating it felt like it could melt her from the inside. She had needed this so much, and now she didn't know if she'd be able to live without it. Though she did not know it yet, this moment would forever alter her path. But she was too deep in pleasure to understand it, too close to the edge of the mountain. Finally, she couldn't resist the coming climax anymore. Her moves became rougher and rougher, and she reached down with one hand to touch herself, flicking her fingers nimbly over her swollen clit.

"Ohhh fuuuck!" Telitha groaned as she felt the explosion building inside her, like a massive wave about to crash down. Every muscle in her body tensed, and with the last ounces of her strength she forced Beleeza's big cock deep inside, hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. So close now. Rough, desperate thrusts. Just a little more. So big and hard. Almost there. And then, she exploded.

With an animal cry so loud it made the windows rattle, Telitha erupted in the orgasm of her life. Shaking and cramping around Beleeza's throbbing shaft, she gushed all over the Daemon, covering her with warm juices. Finally, the Daemon could place her hands on Telithas hips, and forced the young girl up and down, every thrust prolonging the massive climax, fucking her until she was little more than a shuddering, leaking wreck. Completely out of breath and with tears of exhaustion in her eyes, Telitha made Beleeza let her go. Shaking, she sat down to catch her breath beside the Daemon, who looked more than a bit miffed not to have gotten relief of her own yet.

Reina had watched in utter delight as the two fucked, and now she was quite the tired mess herself, fingers sticky with her own juices and cheeks rosy from pleasure. It had been quite a show, and considering Beleeza had not had her fill yet, there had to be more to come. But then Telitha got up. On shaky legs she picked up her clothes and faced Reina with a short bow.

"If it is alright with you, Adept," Telitha panted, eyes bleary with exhaustion. "I would like to retire for the night and return to your service tomorrow."

The look of utter disbelief in Beleeza's eyes was something to behold.

"I-uh... That'll be fine," Reina mumbled as she slipped her wet hand out of her pants, suddenly a all too aware of their master-apprentice relationship.

Telitha didn't answer, except with another curt bow. She dressed herself quickly, though sloppily, as Reina watched in awkward silence. Beleeza glowered on the other side of the room, raised on her elbows. Still wet with Telitha's juices. It was impossible to say if she was furious, impressed, confused, or an unholy mix of all three. But Reina guessed that she'd soon find out. When Telitha finished dressing, she wobbled to the door and put on her sand cloak. Then, just as she was about the leave, she turned to Beleeza with a scalpel smile.

"Now we're even, beast." Then, she opened the door and left.

Beleeza slowly turned towards Reina, eyes burning with indignation.

"I blame you for this travesty," the Daemon growled, jaws tightly clenched.

Reina simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders. In the blink of an eye, Beleeza charged at her, and she shrieked with delight as the Daemon hoisted her up and carried her to the bedroom. Her clothes came off it three seconds flat and in another two she was lying on her back in the bed, legs spread wide as Beleeza loomed over her. The Daemon's thick cock was hard as iron, still slick from playing with Telitha.

"Did she get you all worked up...?" Reina said with mocking playfulness, letting a lone finger trace along the throbbing shaft. Then she noticed that Beleeza was holding the little glowing rod they had procured from the Artificer. "And... just what are you going to do with that?"

Beleeza said nothing. Instead, she took the entire rod into her mouth as if it were something completely different. With her long, slick tongue she shaped it into what almost looked like a cock, nicely tapered with a groove near the flared base. Wet and ready to be put to use.

"Nice trick..." Reina murmured, slightly apprehensive about where this might go.

"Turn over," Beleeza whispered with a wicked smile and flipped Reina over on her stomach before she could even react.

"W-what are you doing, Beleeza..?" Reina mumbled, both nervous and turned on by the treatment.

"I know you've been hesitant to try, pet," the Daemon said as she gave Reina a light slap across her ass, "But I think this will change your mind. And after that little ordeal, I deserve a bit of extra fun..."

Reina was about to say something but suddenly she felt Beleeza's warm, wet tongue against her tight back hole and whimpered from the sensation. Despite all they had done so far, Reina hadn't allowed her bondmate this kind of play before, being just a bit too embarrassed for it. Even now, it felt incredibly strange - but not entirely unpleasant. And the more Beleeza caressed her with that warm tongue, the better it felt. Soon she couldn't help moaning and whimpering, her body tingling in a way it had never done before. No sooner had she started to enjoy the sensation before she could feel something hard and warm press against her hole, demanding entry. She took a deep breath and bit her lip, ripping at the bed sheets as she felt the heat spread her more and more. There was a slight pain, a gentle burning sensation as Beleeza pushed the little toy inside, slowly but firmly. It felt so big, and Reina couldn't help groaning, both from pleasure and pain as it filled her up. Just as she thought that she couldn't take anymore, the last length of the toy slipped into place, and she moaned as it lodged itself firmly inside her. It was a strange sensation, feeling so full in that way. It still hurt a bit, but the hurt was mingled with a warm, throbbing pleasure that turned her on something fierce.

"Mmm, you took it all, pet... Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Beleeza mumbled, utterly pleased with the whole thing. Gently, she pushed at the toy, making Reina sigh and whimper.

"Uhm... Just... Just take me you beast," Reina groaned, overcome with lust now that the initial worry had subsided and the warmth spread to her already-soaked pussy.

Beleeza didn't hesitate to oblige. She tossed Reina over on her back again, spread her legs wide, and pierced the young warlock with her cock with a firm thrust, plunging all the way inside. Reina cried out as she felt the Daemon's thick shaft spread her roughly without resistance. She was still extremely sensitive, and the mixture of the hard cock skewering her and the warm toy up her ass almost made her come immediately. It was almost an almost overwhelming sensation, and she could feel every muscle twitch and squeeze in anticipation of what was to come. Once Beleeza started thrusting with a feral roar, she could do nothing but hold on, clawing and scratching as the Daemon ravaged her. Every plunge pinned her to the bed, made her tight pussy quiver from the force as the big shaft stretched her open all the way inside. Beleeza was merciless, putting all the might of her strong hips into her moves, slamming into Reina so hard that the walls shook. As if the playtime with Telitha hadn't driven her wild enough, the little new little toy was making things even more pleasurable, rubbing up with delightful heat against her cock as she thrust into her Warlock.

Reina tried to hold on as best she could, but the relentless fucking made her mind melt and her eyes roll back into her head as a massive orgasm approached. She fought to breathe, not managing more than pathetic whimpers as Beleeza nearly drove her insane. The Daemon was so big and hot inside her, thrusting into her wet pussy without any mercy. She could barely feel her lower body anymore, it was just one big blur of molten pleasure about to reach critical mass. And when she came it was a massive, rumbling orgasm that shook her to the core, sending arcs of lightning pleasure through her straining limbs. But Beleeza didn't stop, and the deep rumble of pleasure just kept going as Reina cramped and spasmed, unable to even hear her own cries as she came. She didn't even hear the Daemon's groan, barely registered the flood of heat as her wet pussy was filled with hot cum. All she knew was that all-encompassing rumble that threatened to tear her apart.

Finally, she got a few seconds to breathe as Beleeza flipped her over again. But she had barely registered what was happening before she was completely filled up again. And though the crescendo had passed, she was quickly overwhelmed again as the Daemon pinned her with rough, deep thrusts. She clawed and mewled, unable to do anything but take the savage fucking as she struggled to catch her breath. Desperately she tried to regain her senses enough so that she could numb herself, but it was too much, too intense. Soon enough she couldn't tell where one quaking orgasm ended and where another one began. All she knew was Beleeza's weight on top of her, and the slamming of their hips. Finally, she felt another searing hot flood inside her as Beleeza came with thick spurts, groaning with otherworldly relief, muscles taut and tense as she emptied herself in the young warlock. The big Daemon collapsed, and together they laid panting in a sweaty pile of delirious pleasure. Reina still couldn't feel her lower body, other than as a hot, pulsating blob, dripping with Beleeza's warm seed.

It wasn't until several minutes had passed that they could move enough to kiss each other deeply, and Beleeza cradled the young Warlock in her strong arms.

"Do you still think it was clever to let her back?" the Daemon whispered with a giggle - or as close as she could manage to a giggle at least.

"I don't know if she'll come back tomorrow..." Reina whispered back with a tired laugh. "But it was so hot to watch the two of you..." she added, stroking Beleeza gently as she recalled the afternoon.

"I don't know whether to pity whatever Daemon joins up with that little hellcat..."

The remark made Reina pause. She probably should have a serious talk with Telitha about her intentions for the future. While a confident attitude was necessary for dealing with Daemons, it could certainly backfire if you got too cocky. But Telitha could certainly make for an attractive bondmate. Not to mention that she would be a powerful ally as she rose through the ranks. She might even end up outranking Reina herself one day.

"What, do you have someone to recommend?" Reina finally said with a joking smile.

Beleeza didn't laugh though. Instead, she only looked thoughtfully into the void, stroking the young Warlock absentmindedly. "Do you want me to suggest names to your assistant...?"

Hesitating, Reina looked at her Daemon. It was not a bad idea. But there would need to be a long discussion with Telitha before that. She knew better than most how much a bond could change a Warlock.

"Let's cross that bridge when we get to it," she whispered softly and rested her head against Beleeza's chest. Telitha was back where she belonged, and order - though a slightly depraved one, perhaps - was restored. Tomorrow they could deal with more serious matters, but for now she could rest easily. Held, loved, and filled by her Beleeza.

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