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Machinations
Aftermath 3
by PJ


It was a hot day, with the sun beating down from a clear sky and a warm breeze
swaying the endless fields of yellow grass.  The elf lord, Mythas, sat hunched
in his saddle as he slowly rode southwest, towards the last remaining forest
called Elfin Wood.  Mythas' younger sister, Laurana, trailed after her brother
and a string of pack horses laden with trade goods.  The duo rode silently for
some time until Mythas raised his head and peered into the distance.

"What is it?" shouted Laurana from the back of the baggage train.

Mythas didn't reply, he snapped his horse's reins, galloping swiftly towards
something only he could see.  Laurana shouted after her brother, then cursed
before riding in pursuit.  The elf girl pounded after Mythas, her mare churning
up loose earth until she reached the edge of an immense 
blast site.  The grass for almost a league was seared away, leaving only a dry,
scorched circle upon the ground.  Laurana slowed her mount, her senses tingling
from some unknown source of magick ahead.  She watched as her brother
dismounted ahead of her and knelt down on the ground, examining something
carefully.  Laurana finally caught up with Mythas, then hopped off her saddle,
hesitantly drawing closer to her entranced sibling.

"Look!  See how it burns with magick!" murmured Mythas reverently, his slanted
eyes locked on an obsidian orb the size of a small melon.  The surface of the
orb writhed and shifted, like warm oil.  

"It feels bad."

"Nonsense, it has the aura of power, great power," whispered Mythas
covetously.  

"Leave it here.  It will bring death to whoever tries to use it."

"No, I want it.  With this I can restore Elfish dominion, we can rule this
whole country again."

"Even if hundreds of thousands have to die to accomplish it?"

"No matter," replied Mythas before he gently reached out and picked up the
black orb.  Eldritch life poured into the elf lord's body, making him feel
strong and supremely confident.  Mythas smiled blissfully, then placed the orb
into a large leather pouch hanging from his belt.

"Tell no one of this, sister.  I must explore the powers of the Dragon's Eye
before I use it to save our people."

"I won't tell anyone, brother," agreed Laurana, her bright eyes narrowed with
concern.


"I have slain King Flannar, Lord Modran," reported the black garbed assassin
from the far side of the noble's desk.  "I used a very strong poison to kill
him as he slept."

"Excellent.  Now I shall pay you what we agreed," replied Modran before he
nodded briefly.  Rachel appeared from the shadows near the study's closed door,
her fangs bared just before she seized the assassin's shoulders and ripped
deeply into the man's neck.  The assassin gasped briefly, then became limp as
the vampire fed on him.  Modran smiled with satisfaction, watching Rachel suck
the life blood from his foolish pawn.  Rachel let the dead man fall to the
floor, then she cast a spell that incinerated the corpse, leaving the rich
carpeting untouched.

"The throne is yours now."

"Yes, finally."

"I require your help with a matter.  I want you to send soldiers after Rodger
Starblade and his whore to have them arrested."

"On what charge?"

"Make one up, I just want them in the royal dungeon."

"Why not just kill them?  It's simpler and cleaner."

"No, I want him helpless in front of me before I drain him dry of life, after
I make him watch his bitch die."

"Very well, I'll send a detachment of Royal Guard after him after I'm anointed
King," smiled Modran malevolently.

"Thank you, your majesty," replied Rachel with a mocking bow.


Hophena lay against the stone wall, her arms throbbing from the manacles that
held them above her head.  She blinked her eyes wearily, sleep deserting her. 
The pain that ached across every inch of her body returned with full force,
making her groan softly.  She blinked her eyes again when she beheld the
interior of the cavern.  The desolate, filthy cave that was once Dark Dragon's
lair was gone, now a richly appointed bed chamber lay before her.  White and
pink silk drapes covered every wall except the one she lay upon.  Ornate
tapestries covered the cold stone floor, along with several piles of soft
cushions.  Gold and silver braziers stood at intervals around the cavern,
radiating heat and a cloy incense.  Temptress sat at a vanity dresser, combing
out her new red-gold locks.  She ran a carved, golden comb through her long,
thick tresses, humming softly to herself.  The elemental noticed that Hophena
was awake, she halted her combing to face the bound princess.



"You like the new decor?  I got bored after you passed out, so I went hunting.
Emperor Darkblade certainly has some rich caravans within his empire.  I found
all kinds of pretty things,"
smiled Temptress with a graceful wave of her right arm.

"Won't he miss them and come here to investigate?"

"Possibly, but I have a plan for the dear Emperor.  He must be awfully lonely
now that his sister is dead.  I think I can cheer him up," giggled Temptress as
she stood up, her lithe body draped with sleek, nearly transparent pink silk. 
She danced briefly in soft white shoes, swaying close to the pain-wracked young
girl.

"Try not to miss me, I'll be back soon," cooed Temptress before she
disappeared in a flash of red flame.  Hophena struggled within her wrist
manacles briefly, then accepting that they were inescapable, she reclined back
against the rough stone wall and waited for her lovely captor to return.


Emperor Blackheart Darkblade sat silently on his obsidian throne, his bearded
chin resting on a black gauntleted fist.  The throne room was dark and quiet,
no torches had been lit for weeks.
Blackheart stank with neglect, his body armor was dull and cracking with rust. 
Blackheart's long, black hair stuck to his armored back in greasy strands, as
lifeless as the man himself.  The Emperor's eyes stared forward into the
darkness, vacant, empty.  Blackheart didn't respond at first when a short
pillar of flame appeared, disgorging a gorgeous young woman with shining
red-gold hair.  The Emperor grunted roughly, then slowly sat up in within his
throne.

"Who are you?" inquired Darkblade, his voice cracking from disuse.

"I am known as Temptress, my lord," bowed the elemental respectfully, granting
Blackheart a generous view of her smooth cleavage.  Blackheart blinked in
wonder, then lifted his eyes to meet the young woman's.

"What manner of creature are you that can appear from a column of fire?"

"I am a simple woman with some small skill with magick.  Your sister succeeded
in her quest, she restored magick to our world."

"Gema," moaned Blackheart softly, his shoulders becoming slack with renewed
grief.

"My lord, I have come to comfort you, to help you heal from the loss of your
beloved sister," said Temptress as she climbed the throne's dais and knelt next
to Darkblade.  "Do I not bear a slight resemblance to your dear sibling?"

Temptress used her magick to alter her features, her face now a mixture of
Gema and herself.


"Yes!  You do resemble my sister!  The nose, the chin, the red hair!"
exclaimed Blackheart, his face brightening with joy.

"Let me love you as your sister loved you.  Let me be your eternal companion."

"Yes, you will be my consort," growled Darkblade before he grabbed Temptress'
shoulders firmly and crushed his mouth against hers.  Temptress grew limp in
Darkblade's hands, she surrendered her lush body to the desperate Emperor.  He
ripped open her silk garments, then fastened his mouth on her right breast.  He
sucked loudly, tweaking Temptress' nipple wetly with his tongue.  Temptress sat
on Darkblade's left leg, moaning with pleasure while Blackheart moved from her
right breast to the left.  She ran her hands through Darkblade's dirty hair,
pressing her tits against his ravenous face.  Darkblade wrapped his arms around
Temptress' narrow waist, holding her firmly to his armored torso.  He licked up
the woman's creamy throat, then kissed her desperately on the mouth, probing
her jaws with his tongue.  Temptress returned the Emperor's embrace, matching
his passion with her own.  She wrapped her arms around Darkblade's neck,
caressing his lips with her own full, red painted flesh.

"You smell like her," groaned Darkblade before he nibbled down her bare
shoulder then between her heaving tits.  Temptress smiled as she fed on
Darkblade's lust, she squeezed her breasts against Darkblade's cheeks, then
rubbed his face up and down the valley in between her ripe melons.  She kissed
the Emperor's neck and mouth while she reached down to unfasten his cod piece. 
She discarded the piece of black metal, then wrapped her hands around his cock.
Darkblade groaned with pleasure as Temptress fondled his rod, making it hard
with desire while she nibbled lustfully on his neck and shoulder joint. 
Darkblade ripped the lower part of her dress away, then started rubbing her red
bush of pubic hair.

"Yes, my lord!" gasped Temptress, her pussy growing wet from the Emperor's
attentions.
Darkblade smiled as he inserted a metal encased finger into the moaning woman's
cunt, sliding it deep into her quivering vagina.

"Beg for it, like Gema used to," ordered Darkblade, his finger slipping in and
out of Temptress' dripping pussy.

"Fuck me, my lord!  Shove your hard cock inside me!" shouted Temptress, her
breasts thrust out, her nipples hard as rock.

Darkblade removed his cock from Temptress' sensual ministrations, then slowly
slid it inside the panting woman's pussy.  Temptress pressed her hands against
Darkblade's shoulders before she began to pump over Darkblade's member, shoving
it deep into her warm belly.  Darkblade groaned with ecstasy, he watched the
naked woman's tits bob up and down as she rode his cock, milked it with her
clenching cunt lips.  The female elemental's ass rose and fell rhythmically as
she fucked the entranced Emperor, her pussy melting with her dripping juices,
Darkblade's tool sliding easily in and out of her tight fuck hole.  Temptress
rammed her pussy over Darkblade's cock endlessly until he shot his load,
filling her stomach with his hot seed.  She continued to fuck Darkblade until
his pole became limp, then she slid off his lap to clean his shaft with her red
lips and agile tongue.  The Emperor caressed the top of Temptress' head,
watching the red-gold strands glow for his pleasure.

"You will stay with me?" 

"Yes, my lord.  For the rest of your life," replied Temptress with a secret
grin.
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