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From: pjurado@aol.com (PJurado)
Subject: Nagash Saga:  The Way Home  Chp. 5  by PJ  (Rape, M/F)

Nagash Saga:  The Way Home
by PJ
http://members.aol.com/PJurado/index.html

warning.  adult content.

Chapter 5

	Gwen, Elita, and Sirrion stood near the bow of the merchant
galley, gazing in dread fascination as unknown forces assaulted the
fortress city of Antoch.  Imperial cannons roared from the city's
parapets, hurling great chunks of earth and smoke into the scream-filled
air with each impact of shot.  Several fires raged within the city, the
result of the occasional fireball that hurled over the battlements and
plunged into the vulnerable townhouses and shops below.  As the trio
looked on, a swift corvette emerged from the interior of the Bay of Medes,
cutting agilely through the water as it made its way towards the advancing
galleon.

	"Slow us down," ordered Lord Sirrion as he turned to face the
ship's captain.  "I'll handle this."

	"Will they let us inside?" asked Gwen as she eyed the warship
warily.

	"Probably not, but I'll try to persuade them," replied Sirrion
with a dour frown.

	The Elf Lord separated from the two young women, walking boldly
across the deck to wait for the patrol ship by the port railing.  The two
girls turned back to watch the battle, gasping slightly as a large,
boiling, green fireball splashed against a cannon emplacement, destroying
the weapon and igniting its powder supply.  Sirrion argued with the
warship captain for almost an hour as the battle for Antoch continued.  As
Sirrion threw up his hands in disgust and stomped away from the warship
commander, a loud, reverberating clang emanated from the far side of the
fortress city.  Several plumes of fresh smoke rose into the air as
explosions rocked the city's walls, followed by a torrent of panicked
screams.

	"Damn, the Lizardmen broke through the main gate," swore Sirrion
as he rejoined his companions, glaring acidly at the burning city before
him.

	"I take it the port authority refused our request for docking,"
remarked Elita wryly.

	"Yes, they're refusing all ships that enter the Bay," replied
Sirrion tersely.

	"Now what?" asked Gwen.

	"I may be able to Teleport us inside the city's walls," suggested
Elita.

	"That's dangerous, isn't it?  You've never been to Antoch before,"
retorted Sirrion.

	"I can see much of the city from here.  I can do a direct-sight
Teleport with a good degree of safety," said Elita.

	"We don't have much choice, Sirrion," replied Gwen nervously. 
"The Lizardmen may beat us to the Staff of Jade as it is."

	"Alright, let's try it," agreed Sirrion as he clutched the pommel
of his sword tensely.

	"Take my hands," commanded Elita while she extended her palms
toward her companions.  As the Elves complied, the mage girl began
chanting Words of Power, invoking the world's mana to energize her magick.
 With the speed of thought, a vortex of blue energy engulfed the trio,
transporting them through Chaos until they re-emerged within a
rubble-choked avenue.  As the companions attempted to gain their bearings,
a squad of Saurus charged into the street, focusing their cold, reptilian
eyes on the adventurers.

	"Go!  I'll take care of these lizards!" shouted Elita as she
turned to face the slowly advancing group of warriors.

	"We'll stay and help!" argued Gwen as Sirrion drew his silver
blade and crouched into a fighting stance.

	"You have to reach the Staff of Jade before the Slann do.  Hurry!"
urged Elita before she hurled a cluster of Mana Bolts into the reptilian
mob, killing two Saurus who fell with smoking holes within their scaly
chests.

	Biting her lower lip, Gwen smacked Sirrion's arm, then began
sprinting down the opposite end of the street.  Elita chanted loudly, her
voice smooth and clear as she threw a bright, red fireball into the Saurus
infantry, the explosion sending wet chunks of lizard flesh splashing
against the walls of nearby buildings.  The Saurus roared with pain and
rage, hurling several spears at Elita that bounced harmlessly against a
Shield that she quickly summoned for her defense.  A Skink at the back of
the war band reached into one of his pouches, withdrawing a yellow egg
that he threw over the heads of the Saurus towards the dangerous female
mammal.  The egg shattered against Elita's Shield, releasing a thick,
heavy cloud of yellow gas that engulfed the mage girl where she stood.
Elita coughed loudly, hacking within the churning fog as a Saurus twirled
bolos over his head and flung them at her.  With her concentration gone,
her Shield failed as the bolos flew towards her, wrapping tightly around
her arms, pinning her limbs against her sides.  The remaining Saurus
charged forward, seizing Elita's bound body and carrying her out of the
fog into the clear air.  The purple-haired girl continued to cough as the
yellow vapors seared her lungs, making it very difficult for her to
breathe.  The Saurus slammed her body onto the hard, cobbled street, the
impact sending waves of pain across her back and shoulders.

	"What we do with warm-blood?" snarled a Saurus.

	"Tear her flesh, feast on her meat," drooled a second.

	"No, sense magick in her," hissed the Skink who threw the gas bomb
as he ducked under the towering Saurian warriors and moved close to
examine the struggling sorceress.

	"Let me go!" shouted Elita as she writhed in the tight confines of
the bolo bonds.

	"Must gag witch before she cast nasty magick," muttered the Skink
as he reached into another pouch, then retracted a metal-studded, leather
mouth gag which he fastened firmly across Elita's protesting mouth.

	"Warm-blood is pretty," growled the Saurus leader as he ran a claw
up her left thigh.

	"We no kill witch, take her to Slann masters," ordered the Skink
firmly.

	"Play with warm-blood first," retorted the large, muscular Saurus
while he tore off Elita's robes, revealing her bare breasts and panties.

	"If you must," replied the Skink with exasperation as he backed
away, allowing two more burly Saurus to push forward and surround the
panicked mage girl.  Elita screamed into her tight gag as the Saurus
leader knelt down on the street, prying her legs apart before he reached
forward with a sharp claw and shredded her white panties.  All of the
Saurus crowded around Elita's prone body, their tongues probing the air,
tasting the scent of her fear as she watched the leader lean forward to
ravish her pussy.  The two Saurus at her sides knelt down next to her,
then sliced the bolo bonds from her arms.
Before she could use her freedom, the reptiles grabbed her wrists and
extended her arms 
upwards, pinning them to the cold stone.  The two Saurus hissed with
pleasure as they ran their agile tongues over her heaving tits, coating
her pale flesh with warm saliva as they caressed her melons, then tickled
her nipples until they were erect with arousal.  The Saurus leader slid
his tongue across the folds of her labia, tasting the warm, moist flesh of
her cunt, then nuzzling inside her vagina with his snout.  Elita moaned
weakly, her arms and legs held down by irresistibly strong arms as she
struggled futilely against her assailants.  The leader continued his pussy
licking, his slurps loud and obscene as he ran his rough tongue up and
down her quivering slit.  The two lizards licking her breasts hungered for
more, fastening their fanged mouths over her ripe tits, sucking lewdly on
her sweet flesh until Elita was glistening with sweat.

	"Hold her up," ordered the Saurus leader as he rose to his feet,
unfastening his loincloth to reveal a huge, scaly cock.

	The two reptiles sucking Elita's tits pulled away, leaving the
girl's naked torso drenched in sticky saliva.  They grabbed the naked
girl's arms, holding them behind her back as they suspended her in the air
for their lord.  The leader moved back in-between Elita's slim legs,
rubbing the head of his tool across her wet cunt.  As the young sorceress
watched with wide, helpless eyes, the leader shoved his cock into her
tight pussy, ramming his cold meat deep into her belly, filling her
fuckhole with a thick, abrasive, scaly probe.  Elita moaned loudly into
her gag as the Saurus began pumping in and out of her vagina, his crotch
thumping against hers as he thrust his pole into her womb.  As Elita's
thrown back head bobbed with each erotic thrust, the leader cupped her
firm ass, scratching her delicate skin, leaving small, bloody tracks
across the curvature of her buttocks.

	A fourth Saurus, overcome with lust from watching his leader fuck
the warm-blood female, pushed away from the drooling throng and moved to
stand near Elita's dangling head.  Removing his loincloth, the lizard
warrior tore away the mage girl's gag, then stuffed her mouth with his
engorged cock.  Elita groaned as she felt the reptile's tool slide deep
into her throat, making her gag as wet fluid dripped from the tip of his
member.  The mage girl lay helplessly in the grip of the Lizardmen as the
leader pumped her cunt and a warrior fucked her mouth with his member. 
The reptiles violated Elita's orifices for a score of minutes, then
orgasmed with loud roars, releasing floods of excrement into her vagina
and mouth, so much that the sticky fluid overflowed to stain her inner
thighs and face.

	"Do not damage!" admonished the Skink as the sated Saurus rested
Elita's nude body on the street.  Moving quickly, the little reptile
re-fastened the mouth gag, then turned the limp girl onto her stomach so
that he could place her arms behind her back and lash her wrists together
with a strip of dry leather.

	"We join Masters," ordered the Skink before he helped Elita to her
feet, then pushed her ahead of the squad, green goo dripping from her chin
onto her naked tits.


	Sirrion and Gwen moved quickly and silently, as only Elves can do,
while they made their way to the main castle of Antoch.  The main streets
were choked with fleeing soldiers and civilians, people fleeing the
advancing Lizardmen horde that marched relentlessly towards the central
keep.  Sirrion cloaked the two of them with a simple Misdirection spell,
allowing them to pass virtually unmolested through a maze of side streets
and garbage-filled alleys.  As the afternoon wore on, the duo finally
reached the west wall of the castle, the area abandoned as the remaining
defenders prepared to make a last stand at the keep's main gate.

	"Grab on," said Sirrion as he began chanting the words of
Levitation.

	The slim Elf girl wrapped her arms around Sirrion's waist,
squeezing him affectionately before they both rose into the air, sailing
up the surface of the smooth stone fortification, then agilely climbing
over the battlements onto a small ledge.

	"Stay alert," cautioned Sirrion as he held his blade lightly,
crouching low as he traversed the length of the wall until he reached a
staircase descending to a courtyard.  Gwen followed her Elven lover, her
own short sword held ready as Sirrion crossed the open area, then found a
service entrance into the main castle.  Placing a pointed ear on the
wooden portal, Sirrion frowned with concentration, then motioned to Gwen.

	"There are guards beyond this door.  I shall try to negate them
with magick, but be ready to use blades if necessary."

	"I understand," nodded Gwen.

	Mumbling to himself, Sirrion prepared a spell, then flung the door
open swiftly.  Four men- at-arms sat at a table, drinking wine and
whispering darkly about the approaching reptilian army.  Flinging out his
right hand, Sirrion invoked his spell, sending a wave of glittering,
golden light into the astonished guards.  Three of the men fell
unconscious onto the table, but one resisted the Elven magick, drawing a
sword and charging the intruder.  Sirrion quickly switched his blade from
left to right hand, then met the guard's initial lunges and swipes.  The
Elf Lord pushed the guard back, advancing further into the chamber and
allowing Gwen room to enter.  The Elf girl crouched low, sliding forward
to stab the soldier lightly in the side.  As the guard grimaced with pain
and turned to slash Gwen, Sirrion lunged with the pommel of his sword,
smashing the soldier's face and hurling him senseless to the floor.

	"Thanks," smiled Sirrion as he walked over the sleeping guards and
carefully opened a door leading into an empty passageway.  Moving
stealthily, the Elves traveled deep into the castle's interior, until they
found two tall, double doors guarded by two men in ornate platemail.

	"This will be the main audience hall.  Lord Pierre d' Antoch
should be inside with the Staff of Jade.  The Staff is a symbol of his
authority so he won't be without it at a desperate time like this.  Stay
close," said Sirrion before he charged forward.  The guards discovered
Sirrion quickly, unsheathing blades just as the Elf cast a Light spell at
their heads.  The orb of light flared brightly, blinding both men as
Sirrion smacked one guard with the flat of his blade, knocking the man to
the floor.  Gwen kicked the second guard in the crotch, then performed a
sweep kick to his face, rendering him unconscious as well.  Panting softly
with a pleased grin on her face, Gwen followed Sirrion while he pushed one
of the double doors open, then slowly walked inside.

	The audience hall was vast, held up by impressive marble pillars
that ran the length of the banner-adorned chamber.  Lord Pierre sat on a
large, padded, stone throne, the Staff of Jade held tightly in his right
hand.

	"Who are you?" asked the handsome warrior lord, regarding the two
Elves coldly.

	"My name is Lord Sirrion of Ulthuan, and this is the Lady Gwen, of
Earth," replied Sirrion with a low bow.

	"Earth?  I have not heard of this realm.  Where is it?" inquired
the lord with a tilt of his head.

	"It's hard to explain, my lord," replied Gwen.  "Just trust me
when I say it is very far away."

	"You should go there now, the Lizardmen filth have breeched my
walls and will soon come here to loot and slay.  I grant you leave to go,"
declared Pierre with a tilt of the Staff.

	"We will leave, my lord," said Sirrion.  "But first we require
that you give us the Staff of Jade."

	"The Staff?  It is mine.  I took it from the savage lands of the
west," retorted Pierre as he held the object vicelike with both hands.

	"Not exactly accurate, Lord Pierre," argued Sirrion.  "The Staff
belongs to the Slann, and they have come to reclaim it.  That artifact is
vital to their effort to seal the Chaos Gate."

	"Seal the Chaos Gate?  That is impossible.  The reptilian scum are
not advanced enough to wield such powerful magick.  You lie," snarled
Pierre.

	"I do not.  You must give me the Staff.  If you do, I can halt
this attack and save your people," replied Sirrion.

	"Never.  I shall never yield to reptilian spawn or Elvish rabble
such as you," swore Pierre as he rose to his feet, the Staff slowly
glowing with eldritch life.  "Guards!  Kill these intruders!"

	Six guards in full plate emerged from niches in the hall's sides,
drawing enchanted blades with easy skill.  Sirrion re-drew his own sword,
then moved close to Gwen, who positioned herself to guard his flank.  The
soldiers charged with blood-thirsty screams, slashing down with their
rune-inscribed blades which were knocked aside by quick parries.  Gwen
impaled a guard with a swift lunge, then blocked a second slash before
launching a series of blows of her own.  Sirrion kicked one of his
attackers in the leg, then sliced up with his sword, catching the bent
over soldier in the neck.  Blood splattered on armor and on the stone
floor as the two Elves held off the guards, Sirrion dispatching another
soldier, then pushing his last foe into one of Gwen's, allowing her an
opportunity to stab another in the belly below his breastplate.  With one
enemy apiece, Sirrion held his left hand open before the guards, the palm
spewing a stream of smoke that briefly blinded the men.  The Elves moved
with snakelike grace, slashing open both guards' throats and sending them
choking to the blood-drenched floor.

	"This cannot be!" said Pierre as he stood upon the dais of his
throne, the Staff burning with jade fire as its true masters drew closer.

	Sirrion and Gwen cleaned their blades upon the surcoats of their
fallen opponents, then walked forward until they stood at the foot of the
throne's dais.

	"One last time, give me the Staff," ordered Sirrion in a frosty
tone.

	"No!  I will not!" shouted Pierre as he staggered back, clutching
the Staff to his chest like a mother with her child.

	Before Sirrion could ascend the dais, four arrows sprouted in
Pierre's chest, blood staining his pure, white surcoat as he fell limply
into his throne chair.  The Elves spun around, surprised as several Skink
archers spread out into the chamber, their bows aimed at the duo as huge
Saurus pounded into the room with sharp obsidian swords and plumed
headgear.  Sirrion quickly climbed the short staircase to the throne,
pulling the glowing Staff from the clenched, dead fingers of Lord Pierre
d' Antoch.  The Skinks pulled back their bow strings, preparing to
pincushion Sirrion with a score of deadly shafts.

	"Halt!" croaked a deep, reverberating voice as a quartet of Saurus
bearers carried an ornate palanquin into the long hall.  A fat, squat,
frog-like creature sat upon the palanquin, his slimy head adorned with
colorful feathers and gold jewelry.  Two Saurus walked behind the bearers,
fanning the obese toad with wide-bladed fronds.  As more and more
Lizardmen filed into the room, Gwen gasped as she discovered Elita being
led into the chamber bound and naked, a leash fastened to a collar around
her neck, the leash held by a short Skink who stayed close to the Slann
and his entourage.

	"Give me Staff," croaked the Slann impatiently.

	"First we barter," replied Sirrion as he stood upon the throne,
Gwen standing next to him as Skink archers ringed the base of the dais.

	"Give Staff, we do not kill," retorted the Slann with a wave of
his fat hand.

	"No.  I want you to open a Portal.  My friend desires to return to
her home world, Earth," said Sirrion as he pointed to the blonde Elf girl.

	"Return Staff.  Must have it to close Chaos Gate.  If we fail,
whole world will die," replied the Slann.

	"Nevertheless, you will open a Portal for her, or I break the
Staff right now," said Sirrion as he positioned the artifact lengthwise
and moved his right knee beneath it.

	The Skink archers drew their bows back even more, arrowheads
glinting in candlelight as Saurus warriors cocked spears back in their
claws.  The Slann smiled darkly, amusement shining in its small, black
eyes.

	"Give Staff.  We open Portal to send warm-blood home," agreed the
Slann with a short nod.

	Nodding in return, Sirrion descended the dais, Gwen very close
behind, then he crossed the warrior-filled hall until he stood before the
sitting Slann.  The Elf Lord extended the Staff forward, raising it until
the Slann grasped it in its pudgy hand and caressed the Jade artifact
reverently.  Emitting a series of harsh croaks, the Slann invoked the
Staff's magick, creating an expanding sphere of green light that engulfed
the inhabitants of the room and whisked them across the face of the
planet.


	Ilse stood at the mouth of an alley, her green hair tied into two
cute braids that dangled behind her small shoulders.  Townsmen walked past
the young girl, some glancing her, admiring her youthful beauty and
glowing innocence.  A muscled sailor with a chin of dark stubble and
alcohol-laced breath approached the girl, looming over her as he stared at
her with lust-filled eyes.

	"What'cha doing here, little girl?  It's dangerous for pretty
little birds like you to stay in this part of Marienburg."

	"I'm looking for a big, strong man like you to fuck my brains
out," replied Ilse brazenly.

	The sailor blinked at Ilse's words, surprise plain on his rough
features.  Then, the man smiled slowly, his eyes taking on a dangerous
glint as he looked the girl over, past her tight leggings, loose, red
blouse, and hard, shiny, black boots.

	"You looking for a good fuck, I'll give you one, little girl,"
slurred the sailor before he grasped Ilse's thin arm painfully, then
dragged her into the dark, steamy alleyway behind her.

	"You scream, I cut your throat open," hissed the sailor as he tore
open Ilse's blouse, releasing her small, growing breasts to the humid air.
 He crudely fondled and grasped Ilse's tits as he lavished sloppy kisses
over her beautiful face and mouth.  Ilse tried to turn her head away, but
the sailor forced his affections on her, grasping her chin with his hand,
then pressing his wine-stained lips against her own full, red lips.

	"Oh, you're making me so horny," moaned Ilse as she rubbed her
assailant's crotch with her small, right hand.

	"You're unbelievable, bitch," gasped the sailor as he nuzzled
Ilse's rich, sweetly-scented hair, then licked her left cheek and bare
neck.

	The aroused sailor spun Ilse around, then pushed her against the
wall of a nearby building, crushing her face and breasts against it before
he reached down and pulled down her leggings.  Drooling with lust, the
sailor fondled Ilse's young, firm ass, running his fingers up her crack,
then slapping her bare flesh until it burned cherry-red.

	"Oh, yeah!  That feels so good!" groaned Ilse as she ran her pink
tongue across her red lips, her fangs beginning to extend as the drunken
sailor pawed her.

	"Yeah?  This will feel even better, slut!" replied the man as he
pried Ilse's bare legs apart, then released his hardened cock to caress
her naked ass.

	"Oooo, yes!  Push your meat into my tight, little hole," begged
Ilse while her eyes took on a hot, golden sheen.

	"Take it, whore!" slobbered the sailor as he thrust his cock into
the young girl's shaved pussy, the engorged rod punching deep into her
grasping vagina.  Ilse moaned with pleasure as the burly, drunk man fucked
her cunt, his large cock spreading her cunt painfully apart as he pumped
his crotch lewdly against her round ass.

	"Shit, your pussy feels good," groaned the sailor as he shoved his
tool into the horny girl's slit, filling her small, flat belly with his
pillar of manmeat. 

	"Harder!  Fuck me harder!" demanded Ilse as she thrust out her
buttocks, forcing the man's cock even deeper into her empty womb.  The
sailor grabbed Ilse's braids, holding them like reins as he rode the
short, pretty, little filly before him.  He crushed Ilse against the wall,
his own hands pressed against the stone as he rammed his manhood again and
again into the young girl's ravenous cunt.  With a muffled gasp, the
sailor shot his load into Ilse's belly, filling her void with his trickle
of seed.  As he pulled out of the girl's wet pussy, Ilse turned around to
face him, her fangs bared and her eyes gleaming like a wolf's.

	"You were so good," whispered Ilse huskily before she launched
herself upon her filthy lover, tearing his throat open before burying her
face in the wound and gorging herself on the sailor's hot blood.


	"Crude, but acceptable," remarked the vampire lord as he watched
Ilse fly up from the alley and join him on the roof of one of the nearby
buildings.

	"Thank you, master," acknowledged Ilse as she wiped blood from her
mouth and chin.

	"It's time for us to separate.  Your prey is in the west, while
mine travels north," said the vampire lord coolly.

	"I shall miss you, Master LaCroix," replied Ilse with tears
glistening in her wide eyes.  "I won't fail you."

	"I know you won't.  You have the heart of a hunter within your
breast.  Always stay true to your nature, and you shall never know defeat
or pain," advised LaCroix with a tinge of bitterness.

	"I will," whispered Ilse before she fluttered up to the vampire
lord's face and kissed him tenderly on the lips.  "Good-bye."

	As LaCroix watched, the young vampire girl shot away into the
clear night, heading west towards the foreign land of Lustria.

	"And now the final act begins," whispered Lacroix before he also
took to the air, to the north, to the Chaos Gate.     
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