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Aeneas leaned down and wiped his sword on one of the dead priests' black robes, careful not to let his unkept, golden-brown hair dangle in the dark red blood staining the cobblestones. Finally, after wandering through miles of caverns and fighting disgusting perversions of nature, they had reached their goal. Just across the room lay the Stone of Awether, that legendary enchanted rock which he and his partner, Mishel, were looking for. He didn't know exactly what she wanted it for, his interests lay elsewhere, but she kept talking about how it would give her power and knowledge.
Sheathing his sword, he dabbed at a small cut on his muscular arm. Those priests weren't much without their magic, but they could still use their daggers to good effect. He glanced down at a small crystal rod dangling from his belt. It had turned from crimson red to a brilliant emerald green. This meant the anti-magic cloud Mishel had sprayed into the room before him was finally gone. If the lovely Mishel, his longtime ally and occasional lover, hadn't known to take the precaution, they would both have been cut down immediately by the sorcerous arts of the evil priests.
Wiping the blood and dirt off his tanned body, hard with well-developed muscles, he slowly walked over to the entrance. Opening the heavy ironbound oak door easily, he grinned and motioned to the lovely seductress waiting outside.
Looking slightly fatigued from the effort of casting such a difficult spell, Mishel gracefully swept into the room past Aeneas. In contrast to his heavy boots and simple loincloth, she wore small slippers woven of silver and black metals and her pale white skin was covered by a long, gem-encrusted black dress. Her neckline was cut low to display her impressive endowments and it had a slit up the side to display her long graceful legs nearly to her waist. It was an effort to keep such impractical clothing from being damaged while exploring damp caves and fighting unearthly demons, but her vanity would accept no less. Swinging her silken black hair to keep it from catching on the enchanted silver belt around her waist, she stroked Aeneas' strong arm with her slender fingers and whispered sensuously in his ear, "Have you found the Stone, my hero?"
Aeneas motioned towards the sacrificial altar on the opposite side of the room, grunting in affirmation. As she passed the body of the dead high priest, still pinned to the wall by the heavy spear Aeneas had liberated from a twelve-foot tall lizard-man, she glanced at the undamaged chest and paused. With great care, she put her hands through the jagged hole left in the priest's abdomen and cut the heart out of his chest cavity with a small elaborately carved ebony dagger she kept in her belt. After studying the heart intently, she placed it in a small sack, fashioned from the hide of the deadly gryphon. For a moment she absorbed herself in the obvious pleasure of licking the blood from her hands and knife. Then she turned to Aeneas, caressed his bulging groin, and said, "You always save me the most wonderful things, my love!" Killing great numbers of people and the scent and taste of blood had always made her extremely aroused, so she was looking forward to the acrobatics he would be performing with her later.
The rest of the way to the Stone, she envisioned the slick, erotic feel of blood and gore plastering her body as Aeneas filled her with sexual pleasures. When she reached the Stone atop its altar, she dipped her hand into a trench filled with the blood of sacrificial victims and traced mystical symbols on the Stone with the thick liquid. Staring intently at the surface of the Stone, she suddenly gasped in surprise. Looking curiously over her white alabaster shoulder, Aeneas saw that it showed the constantly changing picture of a cloaked man sitting at a plain desk. On the desk were some strange white instruments, one of which his fingers were manipulating, and another with a flat surface which flickered, showing signs in a strange language.
Studying the scene intently, Mishel read the signs on the surface softly aloud, "Having gained the Stone of Awether for their own, the two adventurers retired for the night, each wondering from whence their next adventure might come. THE END." At that moment, the surface of the stone became dark as slate.
Mishel looked up from the stone. "Aeneas, do you know what this means?"
"We finally get to fuck?"
"No, you single-minded oaf." She affectionately patted his muscle-bound arm. "Although, now that you mention it, we'll probably get around to that too. All this work has gotten me horny.
"What this means is that what that old beggar at Colchis was rambling about is true. We really are living inside a book, and this Awether is the writer."
At this revelation Aeneas finally became well and truly confused. His brow furrowed, his gaze took on a blank look, and his growing erection started to subside. This was no mean feat--once he got started, he was nearly impossible to stop.
Mishel saw his distress and paused. "Don't worry, darling, I'll explain it all tomorrow morning. Right now we'll have some fun. Just let me set the wards."
Mishel stepped away from the altar and walked to the door. Stepping outside the door, she looked down the corridor in each direction to make sure she wasn't being observed, then went through the rituals to set up a series of wards just outside the door. The spells she cast would stop all but the most powerful creatures from coming to the door; most would pass without realizing there was a door there. Next, she went back inside the room and laid wards around the perimeter. These would alert her if any creatures managed to come through the walls, through whatever means. She had run into enough hidden corridors and stone-walkers to be justly wary of this.
After laying the wards, she came back to the altar and bent over Aeneas, who was idly playing with his loincloth while waiting for her to finish. "Ready for me now, lover?" she asked him, smiling and caressing her visibly hard nipples through the silky fabric of her dress.
As she unwrapped her dress, unfastened her belt and laid them to the side of the altar, he grinned and rose, his erection once more tenting his loincloth. Sitting on the edge of the altar, her pure white skin vivid against the black granite of the rock, she dabbled her finger once more in the blood in the trench. As he unbuckled his swordbelt and dropped his loincloth, she pooled some blood in her hand and stirred a pinch of white powder into it. Grabbing Aeneas' penis with her free hand, she said, "We're going to use the arousal potion tonight, lover. I'm in the mood for something special."
Lowering her head to the tip of his penis, she lightly kissed the knob and slowly caressed it with her tongue. Pouring the blood in her hand over his penis, she massaged it with her hands, working the magic solution into his throbbing veins. When his cock was fully covered, she leaned back, grabbed another handful of blood from the trench and raised it to her lips. "Fill me up-it won't stay small much longer!"
As she drank the blood in her hand, she leaned back on the altar and spread her legs wide. Aeneas grabbed his penis, which was already visibly starting to grow beyond his erect state, and quickly guided it into her. Ecstatic with pleasure, Mishel grabbed some outcroppings on the altar for handles and pushed herself onto him. Aeneas started rocking back and forth, pushing his rod in and out of her hungry body. Within a couple of minutes, his penis was too large to move in and out of her, so Mishel's bare white ass scraped against the hard rock of the altar. Mishel leaned her head back and groaned in pleasure. She seldom had the chance to do this, so she relished it when she could. Clenching her muscles rhythmically, she quickly brought Aeneas to a shuddering climax. With a groan, he emptied the contents of his testicles into her.
The magic spent, his penis started to shrink back down to normal. As he pulled his blood and semen-coated member out of her wet hole, Mishel rolled off of the altar onto the floor. She rolled playfully in the pulverized bodies of the slain priests and grabbed an intact thighbone. Swabbing the knobby end of the bone in the pool of blood on the floor, she started working it in and out of her vagina. Moaning like an animal, she lay there rubbing blood and mutilated body organs all over her immaculate body.
As Aeneas watched her masturbate with the blood-encrusted leg bone, his member started to get hard again. He knelt down next to Mishel and started caressing her hard nipples, slick with the blood of the priests. As he lowered his mouth to her erect nipples and nibbled them gently, tasting the metallic blood, she arched her back and her vaginal muscles clenched around the bone still in her as she stiffened in an orgasm. Rolling onto her hands and knees, she presented Aeneas with her ass, still sore from being rubbed on the stone of the altar.
Grabbing fistfuls of blood and smearing them onto his penis for lubrication, Aeneas grabbed Mishel's nether cheeks and spread them apart. Holding them apart with one of his massive hands, he slowly guided his cock into her rear hole. She gasped as his knob slipped past her sphincter, and she started groaning in pleasure and slipping on the slick blood-covered floor as she tried to push herself back onto him. Holding her body firmly, he set a slow rhythm rocking in and out of her rear passage. Soon Aeneas' penis, stimulated by the knob of the bone still deep in Mishel's vagina, quickly rose to orgasm, emptying a gush of semen into her.
As he drew his spent penis out of her nether hole, Mishel felt a tingle at the base of her neck. Something was near the wards around the walls! Suddenly alert, Mishel's gaze swept the walls, stopping where her cryptic markings were glowing red.
Aeneas followed her gaze, and they both started when a girl, maybe 17 years of age, tumbled out of a hidden door. Rising to her feet, she started to look around, but stopped, shocked, at the scene of carnage that lay in front of her. Before she could bolt back up the passage, the naked, blood-streaked form of Aeneas rushed up and grabbed her.
"You no get away now," he asserted.
"Cover her mouth!" Mishel cried. "She might know some magic!"
Hastily, Aeneas slapped his hand over her mouth, just as was starting to form some words.
Pulling the knob of bone from her vagina, Mishel grabbed a handful of intestines from the floor. Knotting them into a fist-sized ball, she came up to where Aeneas was holding the girl. After motioning to Aeneas to take his hand from the girl's mouth, Mishel shoved the ball into her mouth as she tried to speak again. Grabbing another length of intestine from the floor, she wrapped it around the girl's head before she could spit the ball out. Now the girl was well gagged.
Mishel stepped back and looked the girl over. Dressed much like the dead priests, she was probably one of the younger priestesses. She was most likely a messenger of some sort to the priests here in the Awether room. Once her colleagues found that she didn't return, they would come looking for her, but that wouldn't be for a while, at least. Mishel licked her lips as she ran her hands over the girl's young curves. Yes, there was plenty of time for fun.
Mishel then motioned for Aeneas to force the girl to her knees. Walking back to the altar, Mishel drew Aeneas' sword from his scabbard. Drawing some leather straps from a pocket in her belt, she inserted the handle of the sword into her vagina. She then fastened the sword to her body with the leather straps. Now she stood with a bladed phallus sticking straight out from her crotch.
Mishel then walked back towards the girl and Aeneas. As she realized what was going to happen, the girl's eyes widened in terror. When Aeneas looked up from fingering the girl's crotch underneath her dress, he leered evilly. Turning her struggling form around on the slick floor, he pointed her head away from Mishel. When Mishel reached her, Aeneas flipped her onto her back and ripped her elaborate dress off. Kneeling, Mishel positioned the tip of the sword at the girl's crotch. She started twisting and struggling, but Aeneas held her fast.
"Oh come now," Mishel scolded. "If you struggle, it will only hurt worse. If you don't, you might even like it." The girl's face, streaked with tears and blood from the ground, calmed. She was clearly bracing herself for the ordeal. Mishel smiled, knowing the girl wouldn't be this composed for long. As she began to sheath the sword in the girl's body, Mishel said, "Aeneas, rip that gag off of her, I want to hear her scream."
Aeneas tore the cord of intestines holding the gag into the girl's mouth and ripped out the gag. Instead of screaming, though, the girl shouted out three short syllables.
"Oh, fuck," Mishel swore as the straps holding the sword to her glowed and tightened up. The girl had shouted out a spell of binding. Now only she would be able to get the sword off of Mishel. The spell would wear off eventually, but it was going to be a terrible nuisance until then, and she doubted the girl was inclined to be friendly and undo the spell. Enraged, she slid forward, pushing the sword fully up through the girl's body. The grating of the tip of the sword against the girl's spine traveled through the grip into Mishel's cunt, stimulating her to orgasm. The girl's body jerked a couple of times, then lay still.
After pulling her new phallus out of the now lifeless body, Mishel knelt and drew some figures in the blood on the ground, being careful of the sword strapped onto her. After she spoke a couple short syllables, the girl's corpse rose and climbed into the hidden door from which she had tumbled. "Her colleagues will know that something's wrong eventually. Maybe this will get them to rush here without preparing adequately."
As Mishel stumbled over to her belongings, trying to keep the erotic vibrations from the sword dragging on the ground from distracting her too much, she started talking to Aeneas. "That girl shouldn't have been able to do that, her pain and fear were too intense. The story must still be going on-only Awether could have made an exception like that happen."
Aeneas didn't really understand what she was talking about, but he followed her anyway. She usually knew what was going on, and he hadn't gotten killed yet in the years he'd been with her. Well, there was that one time with the dragon, but she went down to the underworld and got him back then.
Still talking aloud, Mishel continued, "Since Awether did that, he must still be keeping tabs on us, which means the Stone must still be active." She climbed to the altar and started pounding on the Stone, "Come out, you bastard, I want to have words with you."
Suddenly, a head appeared in the blackness of the stone and a loud voice said, "You haven't a prayer, you know. Those priestesses will be coming here in force any minute now."
"Oh shut up," Mishel snapped. "I've handled worse than them before, and you know it-you're written about it. Now what I need is for this fucking sword to get out of my cunt, and only you can do that."
"Patience, my dear, I'll take care of it in my own time. Right now, I rather like the look of you trying to keep from tripping over that nice big schlong of yours."
Mishel's face started to get red. She looked like she was about to explode, but then straightened and said coldly, "Fine, be that way." She stormed away from the Stone.
Walking to the heavy door of the room, she had Aeneas open it, and, leaving the room momentarily, dispelled the wards protecting the room. She then walked around the floor of the room just inside the door, setting latent wards, which she would activate later. Exhausted by the effort, she walked back behind the altar, digging a potion from her belt to give to Aeneas. "Here," she said, "when the priestesses come through that door, swallow it. Then stand in front of the altar and don't move until I tell you to." She certainly hoped this would work, she didn't have another of those potions. As a final preparation, she used a last spell to make sure no one would notice her hiding behind the altar.
Just as she hoped, it wasn't very long before the priestesses arrived. A good thing too, for Aeneas was getting antsy standing in one place for so long. The priestesses filed in the door, gathering in an arc against the far wall so that they faced the barbarian figure of Aeneas, streaked with the blood of the priests and a mocking smile on his face.
On a motion from their leader, all of the priestesses started firing off spells at Aeneas at the same time. In moments, he was hidden from view by a globe of multicoloured fire. After the visual effects of the spells died away, he still stood there, untouched because of the invulnerability potion Mishel had given him.
Still crouched behind the altar, watching the spectacle, Mishel saw the disbelief on the face of the head priestess change to determination. She motioned to her fellows, and they all set their faces in concentration. Feeling the energy build, Mishel waited until the last moment before yelling out, "Now, my hero!"
Just as Aeneas leaped to the side, a cyan blast of energy erupted from the head priestess's cupped hands. As Mishel leapt from the platform, she murmured the syllables to activate the wards she had placed inside the doorway. At the that very moment, the Stone of Awether burst in two from the blast of pure energy and the latent wards at the far end of the room activated. The resulting heat caused the stone the priestesses were standing on to burst into flame so intense that their flesh disintegrated into ashes before they started to sink into the molten rock.
Crawling to the largest piece of the Stone near to her, Mishel gazed into the blackness. A fuzzy head soon appeared, and she heard a faint voice in her head, "Very well, you've outsmarted me with my own weapons. Since you've been such a good sport, I'll remove that nuisance. It really is too bad, I was intending for it to be a central theme in your next quest." The straps around her hips fell to the ground, and the sword dropped with a heavy clang.
As she dropped to the ground in exhaustion, she thought she heard the voice even fainter, "I do love a girl with spunk."
Getting up from where his awkward leap had deposited him, Aeneas walked over to Mishel and picked her up from the jagged stone, gazing sadly at her cuts. He turned his head, surveying the destruction before him, found an area clear of shards of rock, and set her down. Carefully picking a stable slab of rock from the destroyed altar, he sat down with a clear view of the door. While he waited for Mishel to wake up, he picked up his sword and started polishing it, looking forward to their journey back out through the catacombs.