Lemuria

Chapter 7

Monolithic Achievements

Melusine, Goddess's Embrace Inn

The first, glowing beams of light crept across the horizon as Anise stared out over the occupied Melusine from her luxurious prison. The finest room in the city's finest inn. The fires from the initial assault had long subsided, and aside from the chorus of grunts and moans that rang through the air, courtesy of Marlow's new drone army, the port city looked almost normal.

After the initial orgiastic spectacle, the sorcerer had ordered most of his creatures to encircle the city and simply cordon off the unconverted citizens who had been unable to flee. In fact, those who had survived that initial day unchanged were now allowed to go about their business unmolested, so long as they made no attempt to flee or interfere with the occupying drones. If only I could count myself among their number.

Now that the shock of her horrific assault and ensuing metamorphosis had worn off, Anise was able to spend some time acclimating to her new body. Marlow had claimed her to be the "perfect combination of the essences of two deities" after examining her. In some ways, Anise couldn't help but agree.

The princess's lithe new figure possessed strength and endurance far beyond her original, sickly body, and her skin, while as fair as always, now seemed just as durable as that of the drones shambling about the streets below. That proved to be a very important boon, as Anise's sense of touch had grown exponentially as well.

The princess quickly discovered, to her horror, that merely wearing clothes was far too sensorially overwhelming to be a viable option anymore. She thanked the Goddess she wasn't as burdened by prudishness as her elder sister. Although, Anise thought, looking down at the massive, partially erect member positioned unfamiliarly between her thighs, the stares this body gets would be even more intense than those bestowed upon your typical nude princess wandering the streets.

As if responding to her thoughts, the wretched thing twitched hungrily. A vastly increased libido seemed to be another unwelcome side effect of her new state of being, and her new member demanded pleasure. A gentle patter of pre-cum was swiftly accompanied by her more familiar feminine secretions. Time for another fuck, I guess.

Anise was busy contemplating which option would be best for dealing with her current state of arousal when a gentle knock at her door reminded her of the most infuriating drawback to her transformation.

Marlow stepped gingerly into the resplendently-decorated suite. "Am I interrupting anything?" He did an admirable job of maintaining eye contact as the nude princess turned away from the balcony and strode toward him. "Nothing of note. What do you want now?" She snapped.

Her captor held up his hands disarmingly. "I just wanted to let you know that I am leaving this fine city for the time being. There is no need to accompany me yet, but I do have to insist that you stay peacefully in this room until I instruct you to do otherwise. My drones will bring you meals, bedding, and whatever items you desire. However, you are not to even attempt to communicate with any other...human."

A shiver ran down Anise's spine as the order took root in her very being. She began to speak but was quickly cut off. "No, I am not about to inform you of my destination or plans. To be frank, they don't really concern you. Not anymore, anyways. You are off the proverbial board until I have need of you. Or until I decide to dispose of you." He turned slightly to include the room's third, silent occupant in the one-sided conversation. "That goes for both of you. So, while you wait, I suggest you enjoy your time here together while you still have it."

Verity muttered weakly from where she lay, chained spread-eagled atop the lavish bed. Ignoring her, Marlow left the mutated princess and her demonic servant to their own devices. Or, rather, to Anise's devices.

The princess had spent much of her captivity so far both taking out her anger upon and sating her lust with the unwillingly obedient demoness. Verity's pale blue body was now patterned heavily with dark blue bruises, courtesy of Anise's furious punches, slaps, and a few well-placed bites.

The bedsheets, which had regrettably been left unchanged for days now, were soaked through with various fluids. The stains were a mixture of Anise's copious loads of semen and the succubus's own extensive lustful secretions. Her lower holes both yawned with what Verity feared was a permanent gape, allowing the freshest spunk deposits to slowly drip out on to the mattress below.

Even if Verity had been allowed to speak (Anise had explicitly forbidden it), the massive cock-shaped gag currently filling her mouth rendered her unintelligible. A matching protuberance sprouted outward from the gag, allowing Anise to sate her feminine lusts as well. The vigorous facefucks had the unfortunate (for Verity) side effect of positively filling the demoness's nostrils with the princess's musk each time she rode Verity's face to a hateful climax.

Given her limited options, most of Verity's efforts had been focused on the one tool she had left: utilizing her pheromones to ensure Anise's sexual desires overpowered her vengeful urges. It was still too early to tell if she had succeeded. Right now, the succubus was fairly sure that only Marlow's direct orders were keeping her alive.

Well, that and the princess's ridiculous libido. While succubus pheromones were powerful, there was a feral hunger behind Anise's eyes that spoke of a lust far beyond their capabilities. If she were a betting demon, Verity would have put her money on the drone parasite's inherently lewd nature merging and melding with the unacted-upon perverse curiosities of the second princess.

A soft thump and a sudden shifting of the mattress brought the succubus out of her reverie. Turning her head toward the source of the movement, she was shocked to find a melancholic Anise laying next to her, staring past the absurd rubber phallus erupting from the succubus's face and into her eyes.

"They warned me not to trust you, you know? Mother and Clee and Ori. They told me that, given the chance, you'd betray me the moment it suited you. Did it? Suit you, that is. Was THIS really what you wanted?" Tears welled up in the princess's eyes as she finally abandoned the facade of strength and anger she had so diligently maintained over the past days.

"Why did you do it? We could have ran, or hidden, or...thrown ourselves in the ocean! Was getting back into Marlow's good graces, which, I will remind you, DIDN'T HAPPEN, worth making me into a twisted sex monster?" Anise's exclamations, which had risen from sorrow to fury, halted when she saw the look in Verity's eyes. A plea for understanding. For trust.

"Fine." Deflating, Anise slumped forward, entwining her limbs around the helpless demon in a twisted pantomime of a loving embrace. One hand idly toyed with Verity's nipple ring while the princess's member throbbed gently against the succubus's hip.

The princess's voice took on gentler tone. "I'm still not going to ungag you or let you talk. I wouldn't trust anything you'd have to say anyways. But I'll wait. And I'll hope that you can make this all up to me some day. After all, you haven't left me with any other choice." And with that, she buried her head into the demon's shoulder and wept.

The Melusine-Ephira Trail

Maybe I'll let Verity rip Anise limb from limb when I'm done with her. The thought gave Marlow a small amount of grim comfort. "Why Anise?" He pondered aloud. Kaya (or, rather, Clittycat), following at the end of a leash on her bound, stump-like limbs, let out a moan that could easily be misconstrued as an inquiry rather than an expression of discomfort.

She had spent the last week or so either marching alongside her hated new master, being fucked relentlessly by the rest of her new "pack," and being paraded through each newly-occupied town in a humiliating spectacle. The ordeal had certainly taken its toll. Long gone was the proud, short-tempered Scout General. The bitch-suited cat didn't even bother to put up a token fight whenever Vraka or one of his hounds decided to mount her anymore.

The journey north had been a straightforward one. It was a straight shot from Melusine to Ephira, after all. Marlow hadn't bothered to properly conquer the intervening towns on the way. He did want at least SOME human subjects in his new kingdom, after all. A token force of a few drones, with instructions to convert any citizens who acted up, was more than enough to keep his most recent territorial acquisitions in check. Besides, he was so close now. So close to absolution.

Marlow turned to his dispirited feline companion. A false conversation was better than none, after all. "Anise meant nothing, really. To me or my plans. Look at her. The sickly, frail sister? Her essence meant she could have served as a useful experimental subject for a while, sure, but ultimately she was only good for drone food."

Anger rising, he continued. "But then that demon bitch had the gall to have MY creations convert her, and she turns into...that!? Something so close to perfection, so close to..." He blushed slightly as his thoughts turned to Cleome. That stuck-up whore.

"Anise wasn't meant for perfection. She wasn't meant for me." He sighed. Once Ephira was conquered, and he was completely sure she would not be of any use, he would have the spare princess removed from the picture. History would remember HIS plan executed as intended. Not the desperate machinations of my demon pet and her feeble royal slut trying to overshadow MY aptitude for reshaping life.

Marlow and his forces crested a hill, revealing the Royal City of Ephira below and, at its centre, the royal palace. Ignoring the dispirited Clittycat, currently trying to both regain her breath and avoid Vraka's lecherous eye, he turned to the rest of his retinue. Looking back at the assembled forces, his spirits rose, Anise and Verity forgotten.

The bulk of the Ephiran military was still rushing back from its positions far in the field, abandoning its advances to return to its suddenly vulnerable capital. The first troops would arrive in a week. The city won't last a day.

Royal City of Ephira, Central Square

The defenders managed to hold out for five days. Under Oriana's command, they had harried the horde at every step of its advance. They toppled buildings, rigged up alchemical explosives using magical techniques forbidden by law, enchanted blades to cut clean through drone and host alike, and utilized every other trick the High General could muster from her decades in the field. But, ultimately, it was all for naught. The relentless tide of drones was able to replenish its numbers by infesting the very people she had sworn to protect.

Much of the city's remaining populace had fled to Ephira's massive central square, home to a great marble monolith erected to honor the site at which the Goddess had first stepped into Lemuria. Here, surrounded on all sides, and with the magically-shielded and high-walled palace behind them the only remaining defensible point in the city, Oriana had surrendered.

To her shock, Marlow had agreed to her terms without comment. The remaining citizens would be left unaccosted. More shockingly, Oriana's request that she and her surviving soldiers were not to be killed or converted into drones had also been approved. Her envoy told her that Marlow was even prepared to sign her written terms as a binding, magically-enforced contract.

You can always count on the stupidity of youth. Right now, Oriana's sole priority was ensuring the safety of her remaining forces. Queen Isabelle and Princess Cleome remained safe in the palace, with plentiful supplies and protected by wards the likes of which Marlow could never hope to penetrate, even with all his newfound power. Oriana had already sent word to the Ephiran army to circle the capital once it arrived. In a matter of days its assembled forces would turn the tables, trapping Marlow in the city. Then, they would end his ambitions once and for all.

And so, she and her hundred or so remaining soldiers, mages, and militia volunteers waited calmly at the foot of the monolith, surrounded by thousands of confused, frightened, tired civilians. On the perimeter of the square, Marlow's creations formed a solid black wall of moaning flesh, ensuring that flight was not an option.

A hush fell over the assembled masses as Marlow, flanked by his twisted vanguard of monstrous, wolflike beastkin, passed through the drone perimeter and approached the monolith. Ephiran civilians parted in fear as he approached.

The thought of trying to strike him down briefly crossed the veteran general's mind, but she quickly dismissed it. A failed assassination attempt would lead to untold carnage should the sorcerer set his forces upon the assembled crowd. Besides, she thought, looking at the miserably bound Kaya meekly hobbling along behind the leader of the hounds, assassination attempts already seem to have fared poorly.

Oriana grimaced slightly, the dark skin of her hawing drawing taut. She had never been fond of the impulsive Scout General, but she had at least respected Kaya's spirit. To see her reduced to...this? She was suddenly even more thankful that Princess Cleome was secured well away from the square.

Marlow observed the statuesque general as he approached. While Oriana's best years were behind her, she still possessed much of the cold, chiseled beauty she had been known for in her youth. The general's deep brown eyes, a match for her dusky skin, contemplated him warily.

The sorcerer smiled disarmingly. "I believe you have terms for me to sign?" Silently, the High General held out a single sheet of parchment. After taking a moment to confirm that the wily soldier had not altered the document, he retrieved a quill from among his many pockets, pricked his finger, and, with a flourish, signed in blood. Oriana curtly and efficiently did the same. A brief green glow sealed the contract. The general breathed a sigh of relief. Her meagre forces had done what they could, and the binding document would ensure that--

A sharp scream, abruptly cut off by an unearthly squelching sound, pulled Oriana's attention to the monolith behind her. To her horror, its marble surface rippled like a pond on a windy day, quivering before unleashing a furious cascade of pale, ivory-white tentacles into her forces. Screaming, soldier after soldier was plucked off their feet and dragged into the massive stone rectangle, sinking into its surface and vanishing from sight.

With a snarl, Oriana rounded on the treacherous Marlow, unsheathing her sword and swinging for his neck with a fury born of desperation. However, the moment her blade approached the traitor's neck, her entire body froze.

"For shame!" Marlow waggled a finger in a show of mock offense. "Trying to break the terms of our agreement. You surrendered, so you cannot take up arms against me." Her reply was swift and enraged. "You bastard! You already broke the terms yourself!"

Marlow smiled sadistically at that. "I did no such thing. You and your forces are not being turned into drones, and I haven't killed a single one of you. It isn't my fault you didn't specify any how and where you were to be imprisoned."

The general's eyes widened in terror as a marble tendril slowly wrapped around her paralyzed waist before abruptly yanking her off her feet, sending her careening into the stony embrace of the monolith. As she sunk into its surface, her last sight was that of Marlow giving her a mocking salute.

The gathered Ephiran civilians had watched in stunned silence as their sacred monolith plucked up and consumed the entirety of Oriana's forces. Marlow could feel their panic beginning to rise. Best head that off before it turns messy. For their own good. A quick incantation and his voice boomed out across the square.

"People of Ephira, be at ease. I swore that none of you were to be accosted in any way, and I will keep to my word. Any who wish to return home may now do so. My forces will not attack you."

He gestured at the monolith, which had retracted its stony limbs and was now pulsing slightly. "Oriana and her rebels have been judged by the Goddess herself for the crime of defying her will! For, you see, I am the true heir to her legacy, not those pretenders who sit on the Ephiran throne!" A blatant lie, but enough to placate the drooling masses. Symbolism means everything to these fools.

It had taken him years of study to craft the transmogrification spell he had placed upon the monolith so very long ago, in anticipation of this very day. The results were well worth the effort. It had been all too easy to herd the city's defenders to the square, but Oriana's forces sheltering right next to the monolith had been a convenient stroke of luck. It made for much more impressive of a display than having his drones toss the Ephiran soldiers into the monolith one by one.

Marlow continued his declaration. "Fear not, though. Soon I will remove the usurpers, take my rightful throne, and you will see an era of peace and prosperity like none other!" He switched to a more comforting tone. "In the mean time, the Goddess has decided on a suitable punishment for the so-called High General and her thugs."

He gestured at he monolith once again, and fleshy shapes began to emerge from its surface. Parts of nude bodies, with the rest of each victim still submerged in the stone prison, now dotted its surface in an obscene spectacle.

Some of the inured soldiers were now laid out in a row of protruding asses, fully displaying their pussies and cocks to the surrounding crowd. Others remained even more completely covered by the marble structure, the only hint of their presence a circular hole from which their drooling tongues dangled. Their very being had been reduced to a single, cock-sucking orifice.

Elsewhere, a row of phalluses sprouted proudly erect, testicles resting against the monolith's marble surface. Still other soldiers had been reduced to pairs of tits erupting from the monolith's surface, thrust out invitingly to be toyed with in whichever manner a passerby could envision.

The one common trait among all of the monolith's victims was that not a single eye, ear, or nose could be seen. Touch and taste were the only senses by which they would ever interact with the world again.

"Do not fear, good citizens! These miscreants cannot harm you anymore! For their crimes, they have been sentenced to serve the people of Ephira! Use them to sate any lusts you may have! Let their suffering bring you comfort as they atone for the war they brought to your doorstep!" There was a stunned silence as the crowd took in the blasphemous sight before them. The one time Verity and her pheromones would have been useful...

"For the Goddess!" A bedraggled man yelled, running at Marlow. Vraka tensed, preparing to pounce at the perceived threat, but the sorcerer gestured for his hound to back down. The man reached Marlow but continued on, nearly crashing into the monolith in his haste. Within moments, the Ephiran's pants were laying discarded on the ground as he furiously fucked one of the protruding asses.

Another beat passed, and then, the ice now broken, dozens more Ephirans descended on the monolith to vent their frustrations and satisfy their urges. One man plunged his dick into a waiting mouth-hole while grabbing two cocks, conveniently placed at head height, to provide leverage while he trust bodily in and out. Next to him, another man cruelly twisted and kneaded a pair of breasts as he ravaged a helpless pussy sticking out of the stone below. A weary-looking woman let out a sigh of both relief and pleasure as she mounted an available cock, idly slapping at the defenceless balls dangling below another as she slowly rocked herself to an orgasm.

Report

Most of the Ephirans took the opening to flee and return to their homes. But hundreds more opted to stay, already forming lines as they waited for an available hole to open up.

Marlow wasn't sure whether to be impressed or disgusted. He had thought it would take days, if not weeks, for people to make use of his new monolith. He shrugged. Perhaps after being exposed to so much depravity during the assault on the city, they simply wanted a chance to dole it out themselves. Human nature. Always such a mystery.

End of Chapter 7