Title: Judas Unchained - Hilda and Kana: The Heart of Dominion
Author: Judas Unchained
Keywords: FM, FF, MF, Oral, NC, MC, Violence
Summary: A night of whoring leaves the warrior women Hilda and Kana low on 
coin. When an anticipated contract payment falls through their situation 
turns even direr, and they are left with no choice but to risk their lives 
to acquire a powerful magical artefact: one of the mythical Hearts of 
Dominion.

Copyright  2014  Judas Unchained.

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                                    ~~~                                    

   So, yeah, I slapped the whore around a bit, because, well, if you're 
going to blow most of your coin on this kind of service you might as well 
make the most of it. He looked up at me with his wide blue eyes and red 
glowing cheeks, and it was all I could do not to orgasm right then. As it 
was I pushed my cunt onto his talented tongue and gripped his sandy curly 
hair in my fists.

   "Yes," I moaned as I forced his tongue deeper, "right there you little 
whore."

   Okay, perhaps whore was a little unfair. He was an initiate of the 
Unbridled Lady and a sacred prostitute at her temple. He didn't get to see 
any of the coin I was paying.

   "Please, no!"

   I turned to the other bed where my partner, Kana, was shoving her fist 
into her prostitute's cunt. Kana's a giant of a woman from one of those la-
di-da city-states up near the Neck of Salt. That means she's black as 
midnight, of course, but it also means she's more than a little crazy. At 
the drop of a hat she'll lecture you on civic governance, banking and trade
fucking whatevers - all that shit they care about up that way. She's better
than most of her kind, otherwise she wouldn't be hanging about with me, but
she's got too much city on the brain.

   Anyway, I watched with a large smile as she worked her fist into the 
slut's cunt. The cunt-flesh stretched and turned white around the intruder,
but Kana just kept on pushing, and the slut just kept on screaming, 
drumming her fits and kicking her legs.

   My whore bucked under me too. Ha! As if he could save her. We'd paid 
extra for a matching set - brother and sister, twins in fact - so I suppose
it's reasonable he would try. I lifted my cunt and dragged his head up a 
few inches.

   "Don't even try it," I growled and gave him a stinging slap across the 
cheek. Tears gathered around his eyes, but that wasn't the worst of his 
problems. His makeup was a complete mess by this point - the red lipstick 
ruined, his once delicate eye shadow blurred, the blush on his cheeks 
smeared just about everywhere and of course my cunt-cream giving him an all
-over glisten. He'd been such a pretty whore too.

   He blubbered something, perhaps a plea for his sister, perhaps a promise
for good behaviour. Honestly, I didn't care.

   "Back to work, unless you want to be next." And don't you know it, he 
did so with gusto. He ate my cunt with energy I hardly thought possible. 
Just goes to show, a little fear will do wonders for a whore.

   Splotch.

   I turned and laughed. Kana had succeeded in sinking her entire fist into
its tight new home. The slut was screaming of course, because, come on, 
Kana's a big girl and the slut's a flop of a thing, but that only made it 
funnier.

   Kana grinned, showing wide perfect teeth. "Look, no hands."

   I laughed again despite it not being at all funny. Perhaps it made 
better sense in Kana's native language? She began punching her hand in and 
out, and the slut didn't like that at all!

   "Please," she begged. "Please. Just."

   The muscles on Kana's arm rippled, and anything else the slut had to say
disappeared into a gargling screech.

   My neck was getting a kink from twisting around, so I shifted position 
to better watch the action - still sitting on my whore's tongue but now 
facing his feet. Fuck this place is awesome. They even rouged up his nips. 
I gripped and twisted. That got a reaction... A scream right into my cunt! 
Ha. Licking's great and all, but a girl's got to have a little variety you 
know?

   Kana pumped in and out for a few minutes, and despite the repetition I 
enjoyed myself. The whore kept licking, and I got a nice buzz going in my 
clit. A few minutes more of this and I'd really cream the whore's face.

   To forestall my cum and make the whore suffer a little (or a lot, ha) 
more, I shifted forward.

   "You've had the pink; now have the stink!"

   Kana laughed out loud and did something inside her slut. Said slut 
started screaming again, half in panic, half in pain. Perhaps Kana was 
crushing her ovaries? She certainly had enough of her arm in there. Served 
the slut right.

   My whore started licking, toying around the edges of my asshole. Fuck, 
it felt nice. Not as good as a skilled cunt lapping, of course, but you 
needed diversity.

   My new position gave me a good view of the whore's junk, and boy did I 
make the right choice. He was clearly one of nature's lickers because his 
cock was nothing to cry about. It was small, thin and certainly no woman 
pleaser - not even one of those cocks you think is going to feel great but 
end up sucking something awful. I mean, I'm sure some pretty noble princess
visiting the Unbridled Lady with her heart all a flutter would enjoy it, 
but I'm an experienced woman.

   Still...

   I took it in my hand and gave it a few pumps. It was hard enough all 
right which just went to show, the whore deserved everything I gave him.

   "You going to cum for me?" I said and gave my ass a grind. "Cum while 
you lick my ass?"

   He bucked his hips, which I took to mean, "Yes please sexually torture 
me while I lick your ass." Hey, it was a very expressive movement.

   Pleasure is fun to give, but pain and pleasure together... That's 
something else. I started pumping with one hand and used the nails of the 
other to scratch the head. It was a fat little mushroom and so red I had to
wonder if they'd coloured it too. My nails left white trails which quickly 
turned brooding purple.

   Smack.

   I looked up. Kana had removed her hand from the slut's now gaping cunt 
and changed her focus. She now sat astride the slut's waist, her focus on 
the tits offered up like overripe fruit. The slut clearly wasn't enjoying 
the experience given the new set of tears ruining her makeup and the large,
red handprint spreading across her milky white left breast.

   "Say it," said Kana, her teeth showing.

   "Please," wailed the slut, and, well, you can guess what happened next. 
Kana has less tolerance for nonsense than most. Probably a stuck up city 
thing.

   "Ahh!" screamed the slut as red spread across her other breast. "I'll 
say it. I'll say it!"

   She lay there panting for long seconds. Finally, Kana had enough and 
raised her hand again.

   That got things moving! "Thank you," the slut babbled. "Thank you for 
ruining my useless cunt! Thank you for shoving your fist up my cunt."

   "See," said Kana, "was that so hard?" Of course the slut didn't get off 
that easy. Just as she began to look hopeful, Kana started up a good solid 
tit beating. No more games now, just smack, smack, smack. Before long the 
slut's tits were more red than white!

   I turned back to my whore just as he erupted in my hand, cum going 
everywhere. Yuck. I shook my hand, sending droplets flying, and grabbed his
balls. "Don't ever do that again," I said, squeezing.

   He made the strangest yipping sound into my ass. I decided to be 
magnanimous and take that as the required promise. The game was getting 
boring anyway.

   I shifted back around and sunk my cunt onto his face. His panicked eyes 
looked up at me, and I smiled. "No more games. I want to cum."

   Fuck, the Unbridled Lady trained her whores well. He started munching on
my fat cunt-lips and diddling my clit with his talented tongue. It sent a 
shiver through my body like electric rain, and my orgasm started to build 
again.

   Kana clearly felt the same way because she'd shoved her slut off the bed
and was busy finger-fucking her snatch for all she was worth. Why not use 
the readily available tongue? Don't ask me. It's some part of that weird 
mixed up city logic of hers. It's fine to torture a whore but be pleasured 
by them? No, no, just not done. City-shit through and through.

   Luckily I had no such inhibitions.

   "That's it whore," I said as I pulled him deep, my fingers locked into 
his curly hair. "Eat up. I'm getting close. Almost there." I started to 
roll my hips back and forth across his face. It couldn't have been pleasant
for him, but, fuck, what did I care?

   And then I exploded.

   My cunt spasmed around his tongue, and I humped his face all the harder.
My vision whited out, and I let out a deep rumpling groan that lasted for 
five long seconds.

   Down below the whore was choking and spluttering on my juices. The 
nerve. I gush when I cum, so fucking what. Some people take it as a 
compliment. If I wasn't time limited, I'd have shown him exactly why he 
should have been more respectful of my gift. As it was I just rolled to one
side and kicked him off the bed. He landed on the ground next to his still 
sobbing slut of a sister. They clutched at each other, both snivelling, 
both trying to comfort each other. That emotional incest shit makes me 
sick.

   I looked over to find Kana coming down from her own orgasm, her black 
body glistening with sweat and muscles twitching at random under her skin. 
She cums weird. Probably another city thing.

   We spent a few minutes more basking in our respective afterglows, but 
our time really was limited. The temples of the Unbridled Lady promised any
desires fulfilled, but only ever for a hefty price and limited time. Kana 
gave one last contemptuous look at the whore and the slut and left the 
room. I followed after.

                                    ~~~                                    

   We crashed at the local inn, sharing a single bed to save coin. I'm not 
one for penny pinching, but even I knew we didn't have much cash. Our visit
to the temple of the Unbridled Lady had wiped out most of our ready supply,
but that shouldn't be a problem. We were due a large payday come the 
morning.

   The sun woke me the following morning, sneaking in through the window 
like a back alley rapist. I rolled over and began the process of 
disentangling myself from the sheets and Kana's sprawled limbs. That woke 
her up, which thankfully stopped her snoring. She snores something fierce 
but always denies it.

   We both stank of sex so I found a maid and growled at her until she 
produced hot water. It shook in her hands, and she shot worried looks 
between Kana and I. She had nothing to worry about - fat, ugly and nothing 
worth stealing meant she was worthless to me

   I set to scrubbing down with a rag. It felt good to work some of the 
grime from my skin. It's amazing the places it gets after a week on the 
road and a dead monster or two.

   "Look at this," I said, holding a huge stone I'd found between my toes. 
Okay, perhaps it was fairly small, but it felt bigger. Like a cock in the 
ass.

   Kana looked up from working a rag through her hairless crotch and 
snorted.

   After I was clean, I set to dressing. None of that stupid-ass gown shit 
for me. I have one mode of dress and don't change for anyone.

   First came a set of loose cotton trousers, then the breasts straps and 
my cotton shift. On top of that I strapped my leathers, making sure the 
buckles were fast. Finally I secured the armour onto the leathers. It 
weighed a fair bit, but I'm a strong woman and only stupid whores wear 
less. Once ready I hefted my two handed great sword and rested it against 
the padded patch on my shoulder, in the carry position.

   Kana dressed in her own armour - a long shirt of silver scale, held in 
place by a thick belt, and an armoured skirt. She had her own weapons too, 
a circular shield in her right hand and a light sabre in her left. Less 
direct than mine but that's city-shit for you.

   We left the room without trashing the place for once and headed out to 
the town.

   Korre's a small town, hugging an old stone bridge like a horrible 
pulsating parasite. You know, one of those but-ugly leaches they have in 
the Zembi swamps. I found a giant one sucking on my crotch once. Took 
forever to pry loose. Buildings lined both sides of the river but were most
numerous around the bridge. They were made from brick, mud, stone, wood and
everything in between. I hate cities. Give me hot water, hot food and a hot
squealing whore and I'm happy. Anything more is useless.

   We stalked along the main road, gathering looks from the slack jawed 
inbred idiots who lived in the town. The women pointed and whispered. The 
men stared. None of either seemed worth a fuck.

   Kana, who's better at city-shit than me, led us straight to the town 
hall. It was a large building, built from white stone opposite the bridge. 
You know the type, compensatory columns and stupid-ass arches and shit. We 
went inside, and she dealt with the clerks, officials and other idiots.

   Soon we reached the mayor's office. She mouldered behind her desk, a 
wrinkled up prune of a crone, with three inch long lacquered fingernails 
and hair forced into a tight bun.

   "Greetings your ladyship," said Kana. "I am Kana of Malat, and this is 
my companion Hilda of the Beterci tribes."

   Kana gave a half bow, and I scowled.

   "We have completed your contract," continued Kana. "The hell-mother 
south of your town is dead."

   The mayor's eyes narrowed. I hated her already - a good stab you in the 
face hate, possibly with a side order of piss on the corpse.

   "And you have proof?" she asked.

   Kana placed the mark-stone on the table. It's a small blue thing, for 
those who've never ripped one from the still beating heart of a horrible 
monster.

   The mayor reached forward and plucked the stone from the table. She held
it up to the light and gazed at the internal patterns. At least she wasn't 
so stupid she didn't know how to tell the real thing from glass.

   "This appears in order," she said and drummed her long fingernails on 
the table. The sound made me want to rip them from the nailbed.

   "Our money?" asked Kana.

   "I'm afraid," said the mayor after a moment's pause, "that the town is 
unable to fund your contract in full at this time."

   "Mayor," said Kana, "I really must insist. Your town lawfully advertised
the contract, and you are now bound to repay."

   City-shit, city-shit, city-shit. I knew someone trying to rip us off 
when I see it. Fuck it, I was going to cut the bat's head off! Maybe I'd 
find our money in her shrivelled up cunt. I swung my sword but stopped at 
the last moment when Kana shot me a look. Instead I diverted the swing and 
almost bisected the desk instead. "Give us our money!" I growled in her 
face.

   "While Hilda may be a little forceful," said Kana with a brilliant white
smile, "I must echo the sentiment. Your town was founded by charter of the 
Temple of the Prudent Father. You have certain obligations under canon law 
that go beyond your authority. If needed, I can summon a knight-assessor to
adjudicate our dispute, and when he rules against you, your town will have 
far greater difficulties than just paying our coin. He could even dissolve 
your charter."

   Again with the tapping! "There is no money," said the mayor, finally. 
"There was when we issued the contract, but that was months ago. Our 
charter also charges us with maintaining the bridge, and we needed to 
undertake repairs after last month's storm."

   "That," said Kana, "is your problem not mine. Issue a special tax. Hold 
someone upside down and shake them until the coins come out. I really don't
care."

   "I could offer you information instead," she said, "valuable 
information."

   "We need coin," I said, "and lots of it. I don't kill shit for free, 
unless that shit really annoys me first." I grinned, showing my teeth, and 
yanked my sword from the splintered table.

   She grimaced. "This information could lead to lots of coin, more than 
the contract was worth."

   "If it's so valuable why don't you exploit it?" asked Kana.

   "Because doing so will require a certain skill set, one you ladies seem 
to possess. How would you like to know the location of a semi-active Heart 
of Dominion?"

   I froze at that because, fuck, a Heart of Dominion isn't just worth 
serious money, it's worth king's ransom money, and I've stolen more than my
fair share of petite kings. They let you master a place, utterly, totally, 
and more fundamentally than even the most ancient royal lines. You could 
command monsters, reinforce magic of earth and preservation, rule subjects,
and be obeyed. And semi-active meant its protections would be weak, only 
the least of its powers yet active.

   "How do we know your information is accurate?" said Kana.

   "Caravan reports at first. I noticed a pattern and sent scouts to 
investigate. They confirmed what I suspected. You're free to read them if 
you wish. Do we have an arrangement? This information for payment of the 
contract?"

   We did. We really needed the coin.

                                    ~~~                                    

   Kana and I left that same day, stopping only to spend the last of our 
coin on supplies. Following the mayor's directions we crossed the river and
travelled on the road for four leagues. At the fourth league stone, we 
branched off north. It was wild ground - broken hills, forest and 
scrubland. We didn't get far before we broke for the night, but I am well 
practised at camping in the wild. It was good to leave the city-shit 
behind.

   The following day we resumed our journey. Off road travel is always 
harder and slower, even if you're skilled in forest and hill craft. By my 
count we managed only a little over two and a half leagues. Still, I 
noticed the landmarks I needed and knew we were on the right track.

   The third day we made better progress, and on the fourth I spied our 
target.

   "There," I hissed, pointing ahead. We stood crouched on a ridge, at a 
broken valley of jagged rocks and ragged chasms.

   Two guards stood at the entrance to the valley. Or rather fucked. The 
man - a large naked tribesman with wiry black hair - had his companion bent
over a rock. He thrust in and out of her with bestial grunts. She was a 
slut, moaning, howling and moving into the thrusts. Her breasts were small 
and rubbed red from scraping against the rock.

   "Taker wasps," whispered Kana.

   I looked closer and saw the blood matted at the back of both heads. 
Taker wasps, they broke a hole in your skull and crawled inside. Nasty 
things. Once there, they took control of your brain. They should have burnt
Bergin's Wart. Taker wasps couldn't stand the smoke.

   "The Heart of Dominion is here," I said. "Taker wasps don't set guards 
like this."

   Kana nodded.

   Being as silent as I could, I circled around to the entrance of the 
valley. Stunted trees and shrubs gave some cover but the rocks gave far 
more. Great slabs stabbed out from the earth, forced upwards as if a god 
had smashed the ground with his fist. We reached sprint distance to the 
guards, and I motioned at the man with my head. Kana nodded and indicated 
she'd take the woman.

   This close I could see his erect and bulging cock, the skin rubbed red 
by friction. He grunted as he slammed into her cunt, which was half hidden 
by bloody cunt foam. He screeched as he came.

   Well, that seemed a good omen. I thundered forward, sword dropping from 
carry to attack position. I swept it down in an arc and took the man's head
off at the neck. He fell, twitching, his cock shooting cum into the air. 
Kana leapt upon the woman in the same moment, attacking first with a shield
bash to the face to knock her off balance and then a sabre slash across the
neck.

   The taker wasp crawled from the crack in the man's head. It was a huge 
thing, as long as my longest finger, and covered in yellow and red stripes.
I didn't give it a chance to recover. With a grunt I stabbed straight 
through it, my sword sinking a good foot into the ground. It twitched and 
lay still. Kana dispatched her wasp with a flick of her sword.

   I let out a breath and gave the man a good kick to the ribs. He didn't 
move. No nasty surprises there.

   We crept forward, into the valley proper. The stone slabs grew in number
and size, like a petrified forest. Luminous eyes stared down at us from the
highest peaks, but if they were guards set against us, there wasn't much we
could do.

   Rocks shifted behind me, and I spun, sword dropping into guard. A giant 
serpent leapt. It had burning black eyes and long red feathers growing from
its head. I blocked with the flat of my sword just in time, knocking it to 
the side.

   It hit the ground, twitched, hissed and struck again. This time I was 
ready. I dodged at the last moment and slashed, opening a gash down its 
side.

   It roiled as it flew through the air and struck the ground near Kana. A 
better blow might have killed it, but it was a powerful creature and I'd 
only managed a flesh wound. It coiled and jumped, the shock of feathers on 
its head flashing up and down. I moved to block, but it wasn't aimed at me.
Kana saw the threat in time and blocked with her shield. The impact sounded
like a donkey punched maid - you know, the fat squealing type you want to 
hurt more than fuck.

   Now normally I'd have moved to help - we fight best as a team - but 
something else caught my attention. That something approached from deeper 
in the valley - very large and a very very male. Cum dripped from his 
gigantic cock which bobbed before him. His muscles bulged like a bull ox 
stuffed in human skin. He towered over me, easily nine feet tall, and if 
he'd once been human, there was little enough sign of it any more. His eyes
fixed on me and showed only hungry lust.

   I screamed and charged, sword ready to strike. He swung a fist like a 
battering ram, but I ducked under and slashed up with the full force of my 
charge. My sword ripped a line of flesh from the monster, feet long. 
Normally that's when an opponent reals back in pain. Normally that's when I
take a split second to recover, return my sword to the guard position and 
get ready to strike again. That's not what happened.

   His second meaty hand came down, grabbed me around the shoulders and 
threw me into a nearby rock. My brain dribbled out my ears. I felt like I'd
been helmet-banged - you know, when military camp whores have an oversized 
helmet placed on their head and the whole squad takes turns ringing the 
improvised bell with leather straps. Funny as hell if you're on the right 
side. Less if you're the stupid slut who gets banged. I remember we did it 
to a turned-up lordling while sieging Yith before gang banging him. Good 
times.

   I staggered to my feet only to see the monster charging again. Sword, 
sword, sword, I needed my sword, but it was yards away. I threw myself 
towards it, and the monster hit the rock with an almighty crack. Stone 
broke. He didn't.

   Moving more on instinct than conscious thought I grabbed up my sword 
from the ground and ran, away from the monster and deeper into the valley. 
The monster let loose a horny howl of lust denied. I dodged around the 
nearest rock and hid, ears straining, heart hammering. The monster's 
echoing footsteps followed me, as did the slug, slug, slug of his immense 
penis. My gut said he hunted for someone to fuck, eat and kill, probably in
no particular order.

   His engorged cock rounded the rock slab, followed a moment later by his 
gormless face. I slashed down and cut his cock right off. It hit the ground
with a meaty thud and flopped like a fish. I've been raped a time or two. 
Any fucker who's got the stones to make me submit deserves it, and I 
normally get a few cums out of it. But no fucking way was I letting this 
monster take me.

   He screamed and roared and struck out wildly. Rock shattered, and I 
backed up, sword held at guard. He saw me through bloodshot, pain wrecked 
eyes and charged. I watched him with a swordswoman's training and saw his 
guard drop, forgotten in his blind rage.

   I set my body, set my sword and let him run himself through. He died 
with a gurgling whimper, and I fell to my knees panting.

   "I see you killed my goliath," said a wheezing male voice.

   I looked up. A spectral figure stood before me and inside his 
translucent chest hung the Heart of Dominion - the magical artefact we were
here to steal. It looked like a cut diamond and around the centre spun a 
double crown of black, one set of spikes pointing up, the other down. Blue-
white sparks shot from the Heart into the spectre, making his flesh seem 
realer than any other angry ghosts I'd seen.

   Hidden words and burning herbs wouldn't drive this reverent away. It 
would have to be cold steel. Fuck.

   I wrenched my sword free and rose to my feet. Fetid blood smeared its 
length, and it felt heavy in my hands. I pointed it at the spectre all the 
same.

   "Listen you decrepit ghost," I snarled as best I could. "Give me the 
Heart and I won't shove this so far up your ass you'll die again."

   "Temper, temper," he said. "Kneel." His command hit me like an 
avalanche, and I dropped to my knees, an immense weight on my back.

   "I am Caseus of the Wise." He glided forward. "And you are..."

   "Hilda," I said from between clenched teeth, the same magic which forced
me to kneel forcing me to speak, "of the Beterci tribes."

   "My my, a long way from home, little tribeswench. And you're here to 
steal my Heart? I'm afraid I can't give it to you. As you can see, it's 
currently keeping me slightly less than totally dead. And I really don't 
wish to die. Again."

   His spectral eyes shone with the ghosts of murdered colours. "You have 
killed several of my guards, tribeswench. They were keeping me safe while I
activated the Heart of Dominion. What am I going to do now? Will you 
replace them?" He laughed, a sound like leaves in wind. "No, I think I have
a better use for you."

   He ghosted closer still and ran a hand through my short cropped copper 
hair. It felt like wind - not quite insubstantial but not entirely there 
either. "Pretty in a wild way. And it's been so long since I suckled on the
flesh of womankind. My apprentice killed me, you know, and it has quite 
soured me on men." His ghostly robes shifted, and he produced a spectral 
penis - normal length but thicker than most. "Suck." The command hit me - 
his ghostly magic combining with the Heart of Dominion to make disobedience
impossible.

   My mouth opened in an 'o' and I leaned forward. I screamed at myself to 
stop, fought for every inch, but could do nothing but obey. The cock 
entered my mouth and ghosted along my tongue. It felt like sucking off a 
lightning bolt.

   Using every inch of my will, I bit down as hard as I could and tried to 
rip his cock off. Of course, being a ghost it didn't do much apart from 
make my teeth buzz.

   "This isn't working is it?" said Caseus. Lightning flickered through his
spectral flesh. "I know, let's put some of your slaughter to good use." He 
flicked out a hand, and the severed cock of the nine foot tall monster flew
to him. He set it over his own spectral penis and worked a secret magic. 
Energy flowed from the Heart of Dominion, and life returned to the severed 
organ.

   The head was fat and the colour of a whore's chest a day after a good 
tit beating. Thick veins lined the shaft and through them flowed spectral 
blood. If the cock wasn't quite as big as before, it was still 
intimidating.

   "Let's try this again," said Caseus, "suck and no biting this time."

   The command sunk into my brain, and I lunged forward like the most 
desperate and debased whore. In that moment I was no temple prostitute, 
undertaking a sacred act before my god. I was a gutter wench. Almost sub-
human.

   The cock strained my jaw, but I forced it inside. It filled me totally 
and tasted of rancid sick. Still I sucked, giving my best blowjob. Back and
forth. Tongue. Suction. The whole deal. I'd had plenty of practise over the
years.

   "Ahh, I've missed this," said Caseus, voice swirling about my ears. 
"You're a good whore aren't you? Sold yourself a few time's I'll bet."

   I wanted to kill him; I would kill him. Of course I'd sold my cunt and 
mouth a time or two. Who hadn't? Still, I could do nothing. Just suck and 
bob back and forth. And plot Caseus's bloody death.

   "You like this," he said and my blood chilled as the command sunk into 
my brain.

   He wasn't mocking me. He was changing me. My cunt churned between my 
legs, growing hot, and I moaned onto the cock.

   "Total whore for cock sucking," he said, and the need settled into me. A
hollow tore open inside me like the cruellest rape. It was a terrible need,
temporarily sated but still there. I needed cocks. I couldn't go a moment 
without cocks. Big, small, whore, god, it didn't matter. Cocks, cocks, 
cocks.

   Despite myself I put passion into my blowjob. My cunt heated to boiling 
point, and my juices drained down my thighs, staining my trousers with 
shame. My clit buzzed as if licked by the best cunt-sucker money could buy.
I swirled my tongue. If I sucked cock better I knew, just knew, my own 
pleasure would increase.

   "I think I'll keep you," he said. "Chain you up in a cave. Whenever I 
feel the need I'll give you my cock. And you know what, you'll thank me for
it. You'll beg me."

   I was barely listening by that point. His cock filled my world. It was 
everything. It was all. Cock, cock, cock.

   With a jerk he came. Spectral cum shot across my tongue and down my 
throat. It tasted of lightning.

   That didn't matter. I wanted more.

   His cock wilted between my lips, and I sucked it desperately. It must 
get hard. I needed cock. Whore for cock. Whore for cock.

   He laughed, and I didn't care.

   Cock, cock, cock. Cock, cock, cock. Cock, cock, cock.

   And that's when Kana knocked the Heart of Dominion out of Caseus's chest
with a swipe of her sabre.

   "Oh," he said, the word a breath of wind. Then he dissolved into mist.

   "No," I cried, utter panic filling my world. The wonderful, perfect, 
world-filling cock fell to the stony ground and shrivelled. I dove for it. 
The power keeping me kneeling vanished, but the changes he'd worked on my 
mind remained. If anything, in that moment they seemed stronger.

   "What a mess you've got yourself into," said Kana. Blood covered her 
silver scale, splatters from a dozen battles with as many monsters. She 
bent and picked up the Heart of Dominion. It sat silent and lifeless in her
midnight hand.

   "Cock," I moaned and cradled the severed member in my hands. It remained
dead, wilted and lifeless. I turned and dived for her armoured skirt, 
scrabbling for what my burning-need said might be there even if my head 
knew otherwise.

   "Stop that," she said and knocked my hands aside. "Here." She held out a
finger, and I leaped on it, sucking it and licking like it was the greatest
cock ever. But it wasn't. It blunted my burning need only slightly. "Come 
on. We have to go. There are still monsters about."

   "Cocks," I moaned around the finger.

   "Yes, cocks. Cocks are this way." She led me towards the valley mouth 
using only her finger, and I followed happily.

   As we walked she talked. "We'll sell the Heart in Zee. That's not too 
far away, and with the coin we'll bring in, I'm sure we'll find someone to 
break this spell. And if we need a little extra coin, I'm sure you'll think
of a way."

   Cocks. An entire city full of cocks. My cunt started to heat up at just 
the thought.