Initially Flame feared he wasn’t going to act on her desperate pleas, not until he had her shifted to better suit his own advance onto her dripping depths. At once her legs folded about his upper back, flanking his face with the raw bounty of succulent toned thighs while the grand prize had been laid out before him. She was filled from behind the entire time, eliciting pleasure stricken gasps and moans alike, but as soon as his tongue came into play there was little doubt what the busty woman wanted from him all along.

Roc pushed in, nearly forcing her to cum on the spot, but against all odds Flame went on to defy that natural reaction just a bit longer. His discovery had been confirmed by the sudden jolt searing through her body, how each deliciously moist velvet fold clenched and relaxed about the meaty intruder in their midst which merely heightened the pressure of his tongue against that sensitive bundle of nerves. She tugged on the gargoyle’s grip, hoping to bring one of her hands to the back of his head. It was more of a reflex now that he found that precious sweet spot, encouraging even her toes to curl up as her own pleasure had been escalated at once.

“Yesss! There! There!” Flame moaned the words more than she spoke as her hips began to grind against his face with a mind of their own. With each thrust her body rocked back and forth in a rhythmic dance, enhancing the movements their stony companion would’ve forced the voluptous young sorceress to go through in the first place. Crimson eyes flickered to Stratos, then back down below though her delectable breasts continued to bounce and ripple with movement given their ample nature, a visual treat for even the most reserved audience. Soon after, her breathing quickened in a rush of sensations she’d amassed throughout the duration of their lovemaking.

She was on the verge of cumming and tossed her head back with an equally lewd and desperate cry, feeling her quivering netherlips set ablaze every waking moment. Would he let her cum? Was he going to keep toying with her senses until that sole thrust she owed was going to send her over the edge? Flame’s hands clenched into fists as Roc could feel the onset of that high with every deft lick against her ecstatically shuddering inner muscles.

Things didn’t look up quite as much in the scene playing out before her inner eye. Seconds stretched on to minutes and beyond as they were leaving the village and whatever assistance coming her way behind. She felt her heart drop given how close she was to regaining her freedom, but it just wasn’t meant to be.

The following journey told her a great deal about what was going to happen as more and more women and lowly creatures joined them, but not so much about the ‘why’. Countless eyes drank her in and the goblins took every opportunity to diminish what little decency the buxom woman had left. It nearly got her to retch, but their deeds were hardly the worst she could imagine. She had every reason to be afraid, but at least they hadn’t assaulted her yet as the ogre moved her along. When they reached what Flame believed to be their destination, the group had been split up. She writhed and tried to defy her captor as panic flared up in her mind, thinking the monster would take her to a lair of its own while the other captives received their share of attention.

After ending up in a more civilized tent structure, her struggle came to an end. She saw the maps and the man tending to them, at least catching a glimpse of them for now. Circled areas, one of them crossed out. No wonder there were various groups. They had to be looking for something. That realization didn’t help her much when the young man looked up. She carried the beast’s odor along with the scent of sex thanks to the lesser goblins who soiled her body. In spite of all that, there was no mistaking her beauty for even in her current form the busty, hippy woman had an ample degree of sex appeal.

Flame would’ve done anything to hide her charms once the man walked around his desk, to wrap an arm about that soft squishy bosom while another dipped to her exposed crotch, but unless the ogre had vanished upon dropping her off, there was nothing she could do. His question hardly changed her situation for the better.

If his repulsive lackeys found a woman matching her description, which they most certainly did when scanning the smooth, glossy-skinned red head that was brought before him, how much of a chance at deception did Flame really have? Success begged the question just what kind of response could she expect? She knew what happened to the other women as they were of next to no importance to the vile creatures outside and whatever purpose they served now made her reluctant to risk being lumped together with them anytime soon. She escaped their fate thus far. Even though she was utterly humiliated in the process, her purity remained intact. Pretending to be someone else wasn’t likely to get her much farther than the others.

She wasn’t much of an actress as Spencer would discover in the future, but even now Flame had little choice in what came next. Submit now or lie and end up as a cheap toy for the common brutes in the camp. In case of somehow winding up in the latter she’d have to endure until there was no more oil drenching her skin, but she feared the way there as much as any virgin would. Surrounded by ogres and goblins until such a time arises had her seriously question the feasibility of this particular course of action, not to mention some of them poured oil on her in the first place. If they survived, they were bound to recognize her. When that happened, whether they fucked her or brought her to the man before her, she didn’t know what was going to happen. Maybe they’d break her long before they got careless and didn’t bind her powers in some fashion.

In the end she had to give him something and let her eyes wander about the room, taking it in before fixating on him. “What if I am?” She’d be a fool to admit it outright and while he might’ve seen right through her, watching her fellow women taken away for who knows how many rounds of fun would’ve forced any sane woman to consider the alternative. She could be playing a role and had an equally shocked and uneasy demeanor to back it up. “What would you want with me?”

As it were conferring commands would be nigh impossible now. Thus the gargoyle came at her in the instructions of the last given commands and to deny her release by stopping himself meant stopping the gargoyle as well. Possible but it took some effort on his part … unless, she realized he set something up in advance with the gargoyle.

She grasped the creature. It was cool and smooth but the stone-like texture was unmistakable. Her cries seemed to spurn it on a bit quicker though it remained shackled by the commands set in place and thus did not increase it's speed all that much.

Pinning her down, fucking her into oblivion or until it was whisked back from whence it came had been the things on it's mind. But Roc kept it in check just as he kept her body in check with that tongue of his. Tasting her, hitting those right spots he kept her weight against his shoulders as he pressed into her feasting on her young body.

From the start she was close and his tongue saw that she remained that way. She managed to hold back initially. One of his hands seized an ass cheek preventing her from bouncing back and forth as much. It did no good against preventing either from exploiting her wars but it made him more accurate as the target of those strikes became easier to hit.

Had she looked she would have seen that Stratos was aroused, enjoying the show, though he did not interfered at all. Her attention was brought back to Roc who touched a finger against her clit. He rocked it back and forth a little but did not stop, not even when his tongue got to sample that sweet nectar. Not a second time either and depending on how frequent they were he stopped at four unless they rushed forth in quick succession where he would milk even more out of her before his lips parted from her and he untangled her legs so she was standing on the floor.

When he got up he kissed her deeply before instructing the gargoyle to move her to the bed. Yet all the while it had not stopped thrusting into her. Even now as it picked her up at the waste and carried her to the bed it kept pumping into her before setting her down on the bed. A mere moment later and Roc was presenting his erect member to her lips …





The ogre remained just in case. The man had circled her, studying her and trying to evaluate her appearance further given all that oil. He could smell the faint aroma of sex mixed in with the oil that masked the repugnant odor of the goblins better though from what he witnessed she didn't have many scraps and scratches unless hidden by the oil.

Her answer had neither confirmed or denied matters. He sighed and shook his head. “If you're not then we've wasted our time here and you have no interest to me. If that is so then the goblins may carry on with you. But if you are the one I have been sent after then it is up to me to safeguard you, at least until I pass you on to that witch. I am assuming that you are the one covered in oil as you are but the goblins are a superstitious bunch and I wouldn't place it past them to jump to the wrong conclusions. But your fate is your own. Pretending will only delay the matter, once the truth comes to light and it will Tori will have you killed or worse. Hide your identity and so many will die in a fruitless search for you, you might be able to escape but not without revealing that you are Flame. In that case so many innocent lives will be lost and you won't do that, you wouldn't be an Elemental Master if that was the case, not the one we seek any way.”

The Elemental Spirits can only be manifested by one elemental practitioner of each kind and only those true of heart so were they after the Flame Serpent and not her? The only means of summoning it would be through her.

The whole scenario was maddening in all the right ways as they’d be fortunate enough if none outside the room heard her desperate cries and moans, but then again they were Fae and probably wouldn’t care as much as they’d like to join in. Stratos had received a glance, allowing her to pick up on his arousal, but Roc was keeping her attention on him at all times. She hardly wasted a thought on much else as her body was torn from this world, driven to ever greater heights of bliss until release finally struck like lightning. "Yes! Ahh! I-I'm cumming!" His tongue speared into her quivering depths and Flame embraced the effects as they were melting her body and senses into putty.

"Auuugghh!" She came again and again, each release back to back as her every muscle convulsed uncontrollably. Flame lost count how many times that heavenly surge of bliss sent her mind reeling, but ultimately Roc exhausted her resources a great deal. Her entire body was beaded with sweat, caked in a single glistening gossamer film of moisture. She couldn’t stop trembling. All the while her lungs were sucking in air, hoping to recover what was lost.

Constant thrusts trapped her senses in a clouded state as she was moved to the bed. She then inhaled the promising smell of Roc’s manhood as her glassy eyes began to fixate on the swollen tip. It’d be a pleasure to show her appreciation for driving her to bliss as much as he did. When her deliciously plump lips began to part, he could feel her warm breath wash over the crown of that rigid phallus. Saliva coated the inside of her mouth, a mere hint as to the extent of her appetite as she was hoping to draw him in with each thrust sending her body forward. Flame hardly had the means to move much on her own though the young woman would try given how much pleasure he’d cast upon her before.



Some powerful witch wanted her specifically, and she had to be quite powerful considering the raw might of the Flame Serpent. It had to be what she was looking for as well. Aside from exceptional abilities, Tori could’ve chosen any other great fire elementalist as they all pursued the same magic. Somehow, being selected conjured a discomforting feeling her guts. Part of her wanted to retch out of pure panic as her heart beat began to escalate. To burn entire villages searching for her, raping and pillaging, that took some nerve.

As much as Flame tried to hide it, he had her cornered. She tended to be as chaotic as her chosen element, but even then there were ways to tame fire in its own way. Tossing her to the goblins to have their way with fresh meat wasn’t having as much of an effect as the idea of letting people die for her own stubborn nature. It pained her too much to think what would happen if she kept this up. Soon thereafter, it became quite clear she had nothing to gain by pretending to be someone else whatsoever, other than perhaps delaying the witch in her plans with the Flame Serpent. But what did that matter when so many were going to suffer for it?

Narrowed crimson eyes flickered up at the young man. “Call off the search. You’ve already found me. I’m Flame, the one and only.” Uttering these words filled her with regret, but it had to be done for the sake of others. She wasn’t going to run away. “If I wasn’t covered in oil, I’d be more than happy to prove it to you.”

Surely he knew she wouldn’t do that either. She had no doubt he’d be of little consequence to that particular prospect of freedom, but there were other motives at play here which urged the gorgeous sorceress to stay. Innocent lives were at stake the moment she escaped for the search had to start all over again. Incinerating each and every goblin and ogre alike wouldn’t be that easy considering how they’d rendered her helpless in the first place, but that’s what needed to be done if Flame hoped to delay Tori’s operations. They wouldn’t stop, especially since they were after her specifically, but gathering more search teams was going to take some time.

Thus Flame chose to confess her true nature and wait for the outcome. She didn’t want to be responsible for so many lost lives. Whether they chose to kill her after their business had been concluded hardly mattered. At least Flame had the pleasure to embrace death with a clean conscience.

A rumbling groan, it was as if Roc was seeking to hold back the sea at the feel of her succulent lips against him. She had assessed that most would not care if they had heard them, Flame had been correct about that and even her lack of energy had been supplemented by the gargoyle behind her as she was forced forward at a leisurely pace.

When Roc realized she had been having some difficulties here he set a hand at the back of her head and the other on a shoulder. First he sought to keep her in place the hand on her shoulder pushed her back offering some resistance. At first it may have seemed that he was both pushing her away and holding her close but it made greater sense once he uttered those incomprehensible words to the gargoyle causing it to speed up and drive into her at greater speed.

The hand halted her from being pushed ahead too much stiffening that resistance before she took him too deep so suddenly. But he was always doing such little things.

A gargoyle by habit was a sadistic creature though the summoned elemental had been chained by Roc's orders. Those claws did not draw blood because no such order was given though it did not prevent it from further building upon the moment.

Claws scratched across those hips with care not leaving so much as a mark but adding a new element to things. She would feel stony teeth set in against her shoulder, soft nips that wanted so much to rip apart the soft flesh but failed to do so offering a bit of restraint.

Before long Roc's hips began to move as he worked with the gargoyle in establishing an even tempo, his groans growing even louder as she continued.

“Oh, that's it … mmm …. do you want this load in your mouth?”


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“That won't be necessary,” a demonstration wasn't in order, he took her word for it though he did return to the map and draw a slash through one of the circles. Only three of the five remained though she didn't get a good look at the map itself she did recognize it as one of this Shadow. One of those circles surrounded a portion of Fae territory though she didn't get a good look of the other two.

He then moved toward her standing an arm's length from her her chanted something and touched her forehead. After doing so he rubbed his thumb against the oily residue on his index finger. He looked at the mess, wiped his hand in a rag then turned to the ogre. “Clean her up. Do not touch her and return her here afterward.”

It was unknown what he did, she didn't feel any different. Nor had she recognized the spell that was cast. Suffice it to say she was hauled off and the ogre bellowed for goblins to join them. She was taken to a river and while the ogre did not touch her goblin hands scrubbed her down and cleaned her off. Naked but devoid of the oil it was her best chance to do anything but lives other than her own had been on the line.

When she was returned to the tent the man had provided simple attire for her. “You can stay here,” as if he was giving her a choice in the matter. “Or wander the camp but I cannot guarantee the behavior of the goblins, they are an unruly bunch further, they are stupid too and while they can learn it usually entails another being punished first so they know what not to do. Your choice.”

Though really it was not much of a choice, a mild threat was more like it.

Of all things she became fond of, the gargoyle’s endurance had to be almost on top of the entire list. Whether that was all him or merely Roc’s doing, Flame was starting to get winded from their continuous sexual workout. She felt how it built on the moment as sharp claws scraped along the curvatures of her hips, enhancing the experience with her masochistic tendencies already in place. His soft nips were worse in the sense they got her angelical moans to sound all the more divine to their ears. It was intoxicating despite the fact he’d likely tear into her if given the chance. Even the sorceress had limits and thus far she was enjoying herself.

She began to love being driven that far, even with an audience whose desire had been almost as apparent as everyone else’s. A deeper thrust into her mouth then took her breath away as though Roc slipped, causing her excitement to peak before the man and his summoned aide continued to make her head spin in other ways.

His groans were encouraging beyond reason. They joined hers as they came with every shudder inducing thrust into her stretched rear, each hot and ripe with pleasant vibrations as her own voice reverberated off the engorged phallus at the pace of their movements. Again and again she breathed in lungfuls of his thick male musk, turning her on even more as Roc finally began to partake.

Lust ladened red eyes flickered up to meet his in their half lidded state of sheer want for the things to come. She drank in the sight of his own, unable to break contact as he’d driven himself to that point and offered her a special treat from his loins. Since a barrage of orgasmic heights sent her mind reeling, fewer inhibitions played their role and now the prospect of filling her mouth made her give up on them almost entirely.

"Give it to me .." Flame’s sucks were ferocious. Warm saliva caked him in a newfound layer of bliss with each hungry lick of her tongue as the euphoric sorceress gobbled his throbbing rod right up. She had no control over their movements other than the attention being cast unto his manhood, but Roc offered to have her choose where that sublime Dwarven Ale went to which her sensual lips could only ride his shaft with greater enthusiasm. Her moans became ecstatic whimpers as muffled words of worship met the spire of hot meat working its way into her mouth, a place ever so inviting as warmth, pleasure and a most beguiling tongue sought to make him burst.

They were speaking in jest about taking a liking to his supreme vintage, but there was little doubt Flame grew quite fond of it. Her every thought began to swim at the mere notion of receiving another load though the constant waves of pleasure rising from the stony elemental in the back added to her current state of mind. She wanted it bad. She wanted that mighty rod cumming between her lips and did everything in her power to encourage it.

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From one moment to the next, their attack turned her world upside down and not even the map managed to clear things up all that much. Five circles, two marked off with her being the second. Maybe she was one out of five. Or they searched five places total and only two search parties returned thus far, one of them being in Fae territory. She hadn’t know what the point was, but was forced to comply for the time being in order to save innocent lives.

Flame acquiesced to their demands as she was taken to a river, fuming over current circumstances but reluctantly compliant in the short run. She had no intention to flee. Scorching the band of goblins had been a far more appealing scenario once all that oil was taken care of, but even then Flame refrained from stepping out of line. Thus far they had no reason to do anything worse than taking her captive as well as humiliating her on the way here and there was little doubt she could endure a far more horrible fate if they were given permission.

She had the pleasure to dress at the very least even though having that many pairs of eyes staring at her both outside the tent and within chipped away at her threshold for anger, little by little. In hindsight ending up here had to be the preferable outcome. Quite some time had passed since she last laid eyes on the other women of the group and being among them, surrounded by goblins and ogres, had to be a fate worse than death. She couldn’t do anything about that now unless freeing them became an option, which it did not considering their enemies had greater numbers here than the ones required to douse her body in oil the first time around.

Hence Flame saw little point in actually walking around outside. With the oil gone, magic certainly became an option, but there were more to fight than before. She felt safer in here, especially without chains to bind her. As much as she was a prisoner in her own right, neither man nor monster decided to bind her in some way.

“I’ll stay for now.” Not that there was much of a choice as she took a few steps around the tent. “I’ve no intention to cause any trouble. It’s for the best. Fewer lives will be at stake that way.” They knew exactly where she was and wouldn’t have to bother with additional parties being sent out. As much as it went against her every instinct to stay, she had to pull through this.

Yet there was something Flame had been pondering for a while now. “Still, I’m curious about one thing. What was that incantation for? Back when you touched my forehead?” She didn’t feel any different. Whatever he’d done was obviously directed at her and she doubted he could be bothered to cast some sort of protection on his target. Should he have obstructed her powers in some fashion, Flame would confirm it as she was attempting to conjure a small dancing flame in her palm.

Roc groaned intensely. Her choice made clear with the frantic nature of her lips sealed against him. His hips working harder against her lips as things grew a bit rougher. The gargoyle seemed to sense something or picked up the growing groans of their union and thus his claws went a bit deeper drawing a bit of blood as did his teeth.

There was a tight hand at the back of her head, Roc's, finally letting go she felt the pulse of that member as it swelled then exploded delivering that seed straight down the back of her throat. He let out a loud groan as he came, more a roar, but he held himself there, each throb brought more of his essence from him encouraging her to suck more for that additional treat.

His hand brushed the back of her head as they slowed after a hard final thrust from the gargoyle before it vanished returned back from whence he had been summoned. Her lips and tongue had been pleasant,his member twitching further though he had been in no hurry for her to finish.

When he had released his hold on the back of her head and drawn from her she would see that he was still firm but clean. He lifted up her chin, kissed her though as he drew away from her he was saying something. It had been a low whisper though as he straightened up she would feel her arms being seized.

Creatures of stone, elementals this time had drawn her away from him laying her back against the bed. Both held an arm down with a firm grasp and both leaned down to consume a breast each. The elementals were not large though about the size of goblins. There had been a third though a bit larger. He was about the size of Roc and brought a finger against her slit collecting her own moisture before rubbing her clit in slow circles.

Though Roc had not been finished with her. After tucking himself back into his pants he moved to stand at the foot of the bed. Taking her ankles her ankles he spread her legs apart using his tongue against her again. He was taking a break, catching his breath so that he did not cum when easing inside her. At the same time though he sought to slowly build that tension, build it just short of release and if he timed it just right he could get her to release upon that single thrust. It may or may not work out though it would not be for lack of trying.



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“Oh that?” He grinned leaving his desk to approach. His eyes slid over her in the way she came to suspect from men though this was less sexual … more of a curiosity really now that the oil had been removed from her. At least it did not seem to contain that same primal hunger, it was tempered as if he liked what he saw but refrained from partaking of the pleasures of the flesh for whatever reason. Celibate? Keeping her safe for another purpose? It was tough to say with any certainty.

“A mere locator spell. Should you flee,” his eyes dipped to the small flame that circled her palm confirming that her power had still been intact.

“Kill me if you wish, you probably could. No doubt you would cause great chaos among the goblins and ogres present but if I am no longer alive then you will eventually have to deal with them. You may do a great deal of damage but I don't have any doubts that they would secure you in the end or Tori would come once I failed to check in and she would piece together the clues, all the fire damage unless you think you could kill me and escape without igniting anything or leaving any charred bodies.”

He shrugged. “Maybe you can. I have been told that you are very powerful though just mediocre outside of magic not involving flames.”

He didn't think she would try to escape though but he made her aware that killing him wasn't the best idea unless she was sure about her plans. “Now can I interest you in something to eat? To drink? I have my own cooks so you need not worry about it being goblin swill.”

Shallow cuts merely added to her excitement whereas the rougher pace of his hips nearly had her swooning in a sea of bliss. She loved that lack of control, his dominance which strenghtened her enjoyment throughout all this and before long the fabled sorceress received what her body had been asking for. Ruby red eyes fell shut at the first eruption, if only to conceal her blissed out features a bit better as a moan had been drowned out by the rush of thick seed splashing against the back of her throat.

He was in too deep to let Flame taste it, but her tongue reached for what it could, coaxing more from him with every encouraging flick of that eager muscle against the underside of his cock. She swallowed all the same, teasing him with the crushing tightness which barely enveloped the crown of his shaft until he had no more left to give. When he finally decided to draw back, her mouth took what remained with a suction that could rival even the most passion driven goddesses.

Their kiss had been a token of his admiration to the young woman beneath him. She was bound, but he found the time to sneak these loving affections in every now and then, even in front of an audience though once again it wasn’t meant to last. He brought forth other assistants to replace the gargoyle and guided his lover into another position as her engorged mammaries were treated to a set of suckling mouths. By the time her clit was seen to by a third elemental, her body couldn’t stop trembling until Roc himself gave her womanhood a reason to make her buck and shudder all the more ecstatically.

Sublime samples of her fiery bedroom voice escaped Flame in a husky voice, each coming hard and fast as he tormented her senses. Again, there was no sign of relief to be found. Slow and calculated were his movements as they drove the voluptuous sorceress to the edge of her sanity. She nearly feared he was going to drive her up against the wall, then relinquish the nature of his touches as to calm the tension before driving her crazy again. Short of granting her release, however, he made his move on her dripping sex.

Amid boiling desire and backed up physical tension, Flame came once Roc eased into her body. Juicy folds sheathed him in a blessed membrane of convulsing warm flesh. Her release met his sole dedicated thrust with a rush of liquid passion, bathing him in the essence of success as her clenching inner muscles did the same to the precious girth of his shaft. She was cumming again after having endured so many rounds before. The girl twitched and shuddered, taking one step further toward exhaustion. Sweat caked her body in a layer of gleaming eye candy, accentuating her many curvatures greatly as the swell of her shiny breasts heaved excitedly with every breath she took in the aftermaths of yet another mind numbing orgasmic height.

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“You’ve already made your point. More of you would just come looking for me again .. and I know what that means for everyone else in your way.” Running would’ve been foolish, even without his subtle threats about setting a foot into camp. High numbers of ogres and goblins would have their way with her as her powers were nothing short of impressive, but eventually they would’ve gotten the drop on her as they did with the oil back in the village. With the man before her dead, nothing kept them from breaking her body and mind. She didn’t dare think about it though he earned himself quite a glare when he questioned her abilities.

“I don’t doubt escape will be difficult, but if I really wanted to, I could probably do it.” It was more pride than reason which got her to think that way. Again, they had the numbers. She might’ve disposed of him without flames, but then what? Sneak out of camp undetected? It’d only work during the night and even then she was no expert at doing this sort of thing. Besides, he might’ve told her his enchantment was nothing more than a locator spell, but it could’ve been anything.

She was left guessing in that regard. Seeing how the words and effects were equally unknown, he had every opportunity to lie. Yet there was little doubt she’d take him on if it came to a fight. Flame was a young adult and his subordinates took her captive. Among humiliation and sexual assault, the nubile young sorceress had every right to be angry with them. Him, for working with the others, and them for doing the vile things they did along the way. Just thinking about her less fortunate female companions turned her stomach. They deserved punishment, but for the moment Flame had to contain herself lest they’d show her much worse than they had thus far.

“I’m good, thanks ..” She declined the meal without a second thought. At first, anyway. Since their arrival in camp she was treated well, but that didn’t mean much. She crossed her arms in front of her concealed bust, accentuating her luscious breasts all too well as the added pressure brought them to even greater prominence. A lone finger of hers toyed with streaks of shiny red hair which entwined in each other as the seconds passed by, giving her time to think.

Subconsciously, she ended up biting her tongue as she turned away for a moment, gazing about the tent. Such rash decisions wouldn’t do her any good. Surely they’d be staying here for a little while at least and her strength may come into play further down the line. Then again they might mess with the food. She didn’t know what to make of his offer, but decided to commence their conversation. “How much longer are we going to be here?” Whether that question invited him to treat her to a small meal nonetheless was left open to interpretation.

“If it’s more than a few hours, the least you could do is tell me who you are.” She turned back towards him, stealing glances at the young man. A curious figure, really. What made him special enough to lead this field operation? That’s one mistery she had ample time for as she was more or less staying here until something happened. “You might as well leave me in the dark about it. I want to get this over with and a name would give me all the more reason to seek you out once it’s all over.”

It had worked to his liking. Cool stone mouths feasted on her heavy tits while her clit was played with. All this just added to the sensation of his member pressed against her. She was warm and calling to him. Tight folds parted for him as he made his way forth.

Roc had been nice and slow with that thrust making it last. Gradually filling her, feeling her come alive around him as she burst. He may have too not imagining that the feel of her would be so great but he had managed to keep it all in check.

The elementals had been in the way in part but he worked around them as best as he could eventually the heads of two of them ended up beneath his chest pressing down firmly against her breasts but he was able to do as he wished and that was to connect their mouths.

He drank from her deeply allowing his tongue to entangle with hers though all the while he remained firmly inside her, that warm pulse radiating inside her. Even as that kiss broke and he lifted up a bit to give the elementals more freedom he remained inside her simply basking in that sensation. He did not more and kept to their word, a single thrust, but neither really said how quickly he needed to depart either.

Roc searched for any signs of her wishing for him to depart. Yet if none came other orders would be issued in the Terran language. The elementals would break away from her breasts. Each taking an arm and lifting her up while Roc drew back while holding onto her hips.

He simply rearranged them on the bed with her above him. Though the one that had been playing with her clit climbed up on the bed behind her. Soon she felt a rocky member against her backside. Roc still grasping her hips as he gazed up at her. Her arms were released as her tits were fondled again.

The one at her backdoor had not advanced nor had Roc moved any more than necessary. He was not thrusting away but now it seemed as if he had been waiting on the go ahead to continue or the elemental seemed to be waiting at least …



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“Suit yourself,” the man stated in regards to her taking a meal or not. He didn't seem offended though he gazed at her as she played with a strand of her hair. She cleaned up nicely though his wandering thoughts went to answering her question.

“Hard to say, two days at most though as soon as tomorrow.” They may have been waiting for other groups to rendezvous with the camp. Their objective had been achieved according to the map she saw earlier the other marks had been distant from here so she could assume that they were just waiting on groups in the area.

Her next comment had been answered though. He did not hesitate, clearly unconcerned about her ire or the future. He had already revealed that she could probably do him in. Either confident that she could not get at him or a fool had been up to her to decide.

“Ric,” a nice and simple name that would have meant little to her. Yet he continued and clarification soon followed. “I am Tori's son,” she had heard him mention that name before and could conclude that Tori was the one in charge. He got this position because he was family most likely. If merit there were better beings to be in charge off other then goblins and ogres but there had to be something that generated enough fear or power to keep them all in line. It could have been a fear of his mother but goblins and ogres were simple and a future threat less effective then an immediate one.

The memory would begin to fade though … it was a transition one to being locked away. Other memories seemed to be creeping in. Some were connected, others still had gaps and others she could make more sense out of inferring what came before. It was like a jigsaw puzzle being assembled in her mind. Slowly a picture was forming in her head.

From opening her eyes for the first time, her first steps which were clumsy like a newborn faun to complex magical concepts of fire magic … she was remembering a lot of things that she had no clue as having had known in the first place had been all coming back as that puzzle pieces continued to fall steadily into place.

As their tongues entwined she was feeling the continued assault on her tingling hot breasts. Her nipples pulsed beneath the attention they were showered in while Flame did her best to not let the aftermaths of her climax slip away. She drank in the moment to the fullest though her thoughts began to evaporate into nothing as she was hoping to catch her breath yet exert it in their passionate kiss all the same, causing her vision to swim.

She’d spent a great deal of energy on those releases as they came in rapid succession and now he was stealing her breath away once again, not that she minded as Roc remained in control of the situation and shifted her yet again. Flame never asked him to depart. His pulsating warmth cast pleasant shudders unto her, a feeling she’d rather not let go of as her breaths came in the form of soft, weak gasps now.

Stratos lost whatever focus might’ve been on him before as Roc became her one and only center of attention that night. She’d been on top of him now and that glorious shaft stayed where it was. When her arms were released they began to swoop down while her body bent forward slightly from the waist up, running her soft hands against his more calloused ones, taking them away from her hips as her fingers intertwined with his in mid air. They were there to balance the buxom red head, her own weight heavier as strength began to leave her, but she wanted to use what little freedom of movement she was given now.

Amorous red eyes beamed down at his as they connected in this manner. Warm passion fuelled breaths washed over his face at the first glimpse of fire in her every motion. She lost herself to the situation at hand and was driven more by desire than rational thought as her body neared its limit with each small step they took.

Whether he awaited permission of some sort hadn’t mattered to Flame. She knew he would’ve taken more than that single thrust if he had the chance and once he got it her body felt inclined to agree to the idea. Although another rocky member had been waiting for the privilege to invade her, her favorite was beyond clear as her insides grasped him tightly.

Stony hands manipulated her marvelous breasts once again as she was taking deep breaths to collect a bit of composure before her lips parted with more than delighted sounds to address Roc personally. “I trust you with this ..” Slowly, these luscious wide hips began to rise and the friction spilling over his member along with it. Her waning strength limited the pace, but perhaps that was for the better as her hips flushed back down against his own with visible shudders racing through her body. Flame barely had the capacity to move on her own anymore, but wanted to grant him this for at least a short while. She knew he wouldn’t break that trust, he couldn’t and if he was just short of giving in he was going to have the strength to stop her and himself before it happened.

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It’d be stubborn to pass on a meal when they had the night and as such Flame would ask again in the near future, but that seemed to be beside the point as the memory dragged on. His identity had been uncovered, stealing a gasp from the crimson topped sorceress in the real world although how much that information could actually be of use to her, she did not know.

Though there was something about him commanding a bunch of goblins and ogres, Flame couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Tori might’ve taught him magic powerful enough to conquer her own, but then why would he imply that she could take him on, maybe even escape the camp? Perhaps there was nothing to it at all. Maybe Tori hadn’t taught him anything in the first place, maybe she didn’t even care much about him although with him being responsible for her capture, Flame had her doubt about that. At worst, they may have someone else in their way of ending Tori while they may have use for him at best. She didn’t think he’d be much of a game changer, but a potential one nonetheless.

In the morning, perhaps, when they headed back to the others would she have a chance to tell everyone about it. Much like the Zephyr who came to her in a memory found in Cain’s home, she didn’t have much of an idea on how to put these matters to good use quite yet, but in due time she hoped it’d come to her. When the memory finally faded, Flame found herself treated to another set as they began to uncover further truths about her past.

“Good morning father …” She spoke when her eyes opened for the first time, uttering the same words that terrified her when she first laid eyes on the Golem language all that time ago. She couldn’t be, didn’t want to be a construct, no matter how sentient out of fear of rejection. With Abdul being the first person in her life, Flame lacked the very same mindset of terror and confusion. She was far too innocent back then, no doubt. There was no reason for concern for that’s what she was at the core, nor was there any confusion as to what she really was. In a way, coming to life without knowledge of the world felt so pleasant then. She loved to learn and, all too recently, learned to love.

It amused her to watch as her steps were as uncertain as they could be, even though these sensations were drowned amid a sea of pleasure from the events happening all around her. Still, she had the chance to drink it all in. Unlike children, Flame never had to develop in the physical sense. She’s always had this mature body which certainly added to her amusement. Living a sheltered life became the natural result of being cast into such an erotic form as well and her fascination with the world as well as naivety might’ve subjected her to one or two men looking to take advantage of her, and nothing more.

Those days felt distant now. A name, a talent, a life of free will, they were all hers to claim now. The memories went on, one by one instilling vivid images of past events in her mind. In spite of how simple some seemed to be, her thoughts were becoming clouded by her own carnal activities. She wondered how much longer Stratos had to unlock memories while she retained consciousness, for a mix of the two sensations filled her with unparalleled joy that could barely be contained. At long last, she was starting to remember more and more about her true self and how it all came to be.

Hands entwined with one another he cooed feeling the slow movement of her body against his. Roc was not Fae, he was not restrained by bargains as they were and could break them if he had need or want. It wasn't very honorable but she broke it and so he did not have to keep to that restriction of just a single thrust. Though it was clear that he still had to remain in control here.

He liked that arrangement, liked the feel of her as she slowly moved against him and he nodded in answer to her as she chose to trust him with this. It was a good thing she moved slowly for their own mutual pleasure though as it allowed him to keep a grip on things easier.

Even so he did not trust himself fully. He knew that he may require assistance especially with Flame atop him so he sputtered out more commands and the elemental behind her gripped her waist. It pressed into her just as slowly as the others contended with touching her with rough hands, her breasts had been their main targets. One even spanked her on occasion but the hands of the one behind her had been in the way so the strikes did not occur all too often nor too hard despite a slab of stone coming down upon her as it judged just how much force it used quite well.

Roc half sat up kissing her again. When her strength waned he took over lifting her up. His pace was nice and slow enjoying each second. The stony member rocked into her from behind nice and slow too though it was not restricted if it were too quick that stony member rubbing up against Roc's might have caused him to rupture as if he were coming at her with the same pace.

Roc was able to keep it together for a while. She knew when he was getting close by those increased groans or the squeezes against her hands. When he shouted out something though she was lifted straight off him by the elemental that was still lodged inside her ass. Her inside lower thigh nearest the knee felt the thick spray of Roc's warm seed and she could see him laying on the bed, breathing heavily as his cock twitched, cum sprayed against his lower chest.

A quick series of thrusts followed as her ass was pounded for a minute or so longer before she was drawn away and laid beside Roc who touched her. A moment later the elementals vanished though Stratos silently remained still working on her memories …



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“You look just like your mother,” Abdul kissed her forehead. He was please, this feeling of birth had been a pleasant one and she even got a grip on her limbs and balance soon enough. Abdul and Cain laughed a bit. Her name … the two called her different names but Veronica seemed to stick. Abdul often called her daughter any way and Meringue and Cain had called her Veronica.

There were some memories of early life that were coming back, about being taught simple things or they were simple at the time. She was awakened and mastered movement in such a brief amount of time. She spoke straight away and the forces that made her up seemed to make it easier for her to learn as if able to tab into them for inspiration at times.

Even unconscious Stratos was able to work. As long as he was present he could and did touch her mind. Little memories, big ones … Zephyr was shaping up to be a rival of sorts though on in a healthy way.

And then their was a huge memory, one that had been inferred but made some of the stuff with Ric make more sense. She saw the same map though only on region had been circled. It was where the Blue Shrine was.

Cain told her about it. The vault where there was forbidden magic locked away. And there were four keys … she had not yet been the master of her element at that stage but she recalled being told about the place. No one knew what was there or if the location was even accurate but it was something Cain was planning on checking into.

If he had and she had been aware of it that memory was not back yet but from Ric's map the same area was circled. Where the others marking the location of the keys? When Ric grabbed her she was the Mistress of Flame. Perhaps the other that had been marked off had been Typhoon … it made a little more sense the one in the Fae lands had to be Gale so the other Roc. If memory served Typhoon was imprisoned before her … but she was getting a lot of information back so not everything was making complete sense but it was all starting to come together.

Flame felt that surge of excitement with rapture emerging from her very core when his liquid love hit her lower thigh. She’d wished to drive him far enough to grant release and succeeded, but her every sliver of strength had long since evaporated, her grasp weak about his as the elemental more or less maintained her position on the bed. Having to face two advancing members at once set the ecstatic sorceress off once again, but in the end she was inevitably down for the count.

When these chaotic thrusts finally came to a halt, her tired lungs pushed out a deep, content sigh. If not for the change in posture, Flame would’ve collapsed in a heap of shuddering, sweat stained flesh immediately. Their hands untangled before long as she was brought down to the covers. She glistened in the light while her ample breasts heaved amid weak yet staggered breaths. His touch felt that subtle moisture when he met the natural blessings of her body as they rested side by side, each curvy charm of hers a treasure to behold and explore although there was little doubt she could stay up much longer.

She barely managed to pierce the blissful haze he’d cast unto her, but when she did Flame had nothing but praise for his work thus far. “A-Amazing ..” Even now, her nethers continued to twitch. The aftermaths of their lovemaking were just that potent. Her every limb felt numb and unable to reach out for him in the same way he explored her now.

Thankfully, none of that mattered much. They’d gotten everything they wanted out of tonight and more as Flame had to wonder how much longer Stratos could unlock memories, whether giving in to her urge to rest cancelled his progress or not. Then again, he’d already given her the most valuable thing. Hope. She could claim those memories once again. While Nicodemus was willing to restore them, she never actually knew if he could do such a thing, or if he would when the truth of her nature had been disclosed to him. She was pleased to have found someone who could help in the here and now, not in the future, although her physical strength ended up waning quite a bit in little time.

It’d be difficult to get moving again even if she wanted to. She wished to remain awake, but by now that proved far more challenging than defeating a demon all over again. The exhaustion coupled with a pleasant buzz and tore at her consciousness. She offered her companion one last smile before the battle against her own limits was lost. In whatever fashion Roc and Stratos decided to handle matters from now on, she wouldn’t be around to notice much as her mind finally drifted off to slumber.

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Veronica. She thought about going back to that name already, but it seemed her title stuck to some and as such she didn’t think too much about asking others to call her that anytime soon. Still, memories of her early life had to be some of the most enjoyable ones, especially when Abdul’s precious child got around to paint for the first time. She never once thought an Efreeti would look good in blue, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. A more mischievous side of his child came to the light of day, perhaps thanks to the Fae she happened to be around whenever they visited Cain although upsetting her father made her abandon the idea of doing it again.

Things moved on relentlessly as Stratos took care of whatever seal suppressed her memories. She never really understood what Zephyr meant when he spoke to her for the first time, but that might’ve just been her innocence on quite a few matters. Young, naive and bursting with fiery temperament, there was little doubt it all came down to lacking wisdom in her early years. She could’ve been no older than a teen although her perpetual beauty had been in a different league altogether. It was a pleasant surprise to find he was shaping up to be more of a rival than villain, especially in a healthy way. Looking back at life with the truth in mind made her feel a fair bit better about herself.

The map certainly struck her as odd, now that more and more details were coming up. Something similar, or maybe even the exact same one came up quite a few years back though not all the specifics came back to her quite yet. At least she knew about the Blue Shrine for a while, that much became clear although the source of that information left her wondering about a few things when Cain was the one who brought it up.

Was Cain involved in any way? He couldn’t be, but the maps of the area matched up. That much could be true, or false depending on how much she got right by the end of it all. Someone must’ve had the same information about the Blue Shrine’s location which had yet to be confirmed by Cain, but even then there seemed to be preparations in place to open it. The four keys, four elemental masters, it made sense now they’d been out looking for the likes of Flame if they believed the four had whatever it took to reach the magic therein.

Flame had no chance to filter everything hence a lot of information came back at once without proper connections being set up prior to forcing it all on her which forced the loose assembly of a general picture as matters had been moved along. Though in time there were bound to be next to no gaps anymore, starting off with such a rush certainly proved overwhelming to the woman’s mind at first.

Memories continued to come back as she slept. These would make little sense in her dreams though she would be able to sort them out for the most part when she woke. Surprisingly there would be few gaps in her memories and she could recall most things. Where it was foggy it was as if she had been attempting to recall something that had occurred years in the past.

But unlike human memory where she would miss remember something there were gaps that she could not quite recall. But most of it was back she felt though she could not be sure and there were things she knew she was missing. Chances were that Cain needed more time.

There was one memory in a dream that made sense. Images were so jumbled in her dreams that this was pretty straight forward. When Abdul relinquished his position proud of her accomplishments in such a short time. The elemental spirit within her making it easier for her to harness the element of fire it seemed. It was the day she took his title … the day she selected Flame as her title. There were numerous names she could have taken, probably a few that she could have invented though all the names dealt with fire or heat in some manner. Flame was one of the simplest but suited her well.

When she came too Roc was already awake. It was small nudges that stirred her awake though not strong enough to wake her, she seemed to wake on her own with the dwarf sponging her off. He was more or less finished and simply using the sponge bath as an excuse to touch her in some fashion.

“Oh, your awake. Good, roll over.” He got to work on her back and she had the time to assemble some of her memories. She felt stronger now, not just as far as her elemental magic went or the utility magic she had but in actual knowledge.

Stratos, Roc explained, had already gotten started though he remained here most of the night. She was told that she still needed a little work, Stratos left that message for her but it was possible that the missing elements might return on their own now since she had other memories that were related to them.

There had been clothes for her too. Roc had to have gotten them while she was asleep. “Breakfast then back to the others? Stratos is already working on the Paraelementals. He can Shadow Walk and can use that as a short cut to get just about anywhere on this Shadow or even leave it if that is necessary.”

If that was indeed the case Stratos may have most if not all the Paraelementals dealt with they could hope. By the time that got to the Blue Shrine at the latest.

Subtle moisture helped rouse the voluptuous beauty from slumber when dawn finally came around. "Mmm .. You're up early today .." She was groomed for the day to come although Flame hardly moved any when she realized what was going on, the sponge giving her a light shimmer in its passing. Solely when Roc instructed her to roll over did she do as she was told, rejuvenating these tired muscles by giving them a good stretch right before his eyes. It was a mere tease she didn’t plan on, but in the nude there were only so many things she could’ve done to not be alluring.

Stratos had already departed, but progress was definitely being made. She was no longer blinded from the truths which had always kept her guessing as to what might’ve been in the past. What few gaps existed were likely going to be filled in over time or required another visit, but even then she recovered a great deal. Sadly, there was no chance to thank him before he went away, especially since he helped without payment, but coming back in the future was always an option worth considering.

When Roc finished up Flame began to get dressed, keeping the allure of her performance to a minimum since they’d get stuck in the room otherwise and there was only so much they could hope to mask about their nocturnal activities. Surely no one really suspected anything, but staying away longer than necessary wasn’t much of an option.

Still, breakfast sounded nice. She exhausted plenty of reserves the night before and could use the strength to which the young sorceress offered the Dwarf an affirming nod, along with a warm smile once the final piece of her attire fell into place. “Sounds good to me. I could use a bite or two.”

When she looked him over, there was that shred of doubt popping up in the back of her mind again. Whether it was right to be here tonight, to share the same room, the same pleasures. She wished to be loyal, but that profound desire was constantly gnawing away at her. Maybe, just maybe that’d change once she and the Angel were in each other’s company again. Heading back involved filling Nicodemus in on what she truly was because sooner or later he had to find out. It had to be Flame who told him as well, out of mere necessity. There was a measure of trust between the two which she didn’t want to fall away completely regardless of what she and her travelling companion had done.

Despite all that, they were certainly getting closer to their goal now. With Stratos helping them out, Flame figured they had a much better chance at making sure there was at least some sort of delay in the witch’s plans.

Her stretching had been pleasing to watch and he had even considered giving her a massage but knew that was a slippery slope and they would have never gotten out of here. He nodded as to her comment about being up early.

“Stratos woke me before he left. The fae do not sleep, they meditate for a few ours a night so they can work for longer periods.”

Breakfast had been filling and before long they were on their way back to rejoin the others. Their travels were bland though it was a shame that she couldn't use some of her new found abilities. The others had not moved out yet waiting on them.

“I'll brief the others. You can speak with Nic if that is your wish,” Roc may have been inside her head earlier or had realized that she barely had any time with Nicodemus after they recovered his feather. He seemed willing to explain what they had Stratos doing for them.

Roc did not force her into it or pressure her in any way he had opened the door for her if that was her wish. He had been interested in their game plan as far as what they were going to do about the Blue Shrine if Stratos pulled off his assistance.

Some time to think on the way back had been quite useful. She tended to get rather nervous at the mere thought of coming back to Nick, not because she feared he knew what they were up to, but rather due to how chaotic her thoughts became when they were close. Yet, other concerns resided on her mind. Spencer hadn’t been back in a while, but then again he might still be busy on Sirocco. She had no idea what he might’ve been up to recently, but at least they were making progress somewhere.

Crimson eyes flickered to Roc on the way back. Part of her worried about him, too, although there probably wasn’t any need to feel that way about him. She trusted him to keep their nocturnal activities a secret, but at the same time she couldn’t help but wonder whether she was going too far with him.

Was he envious of their relationship? Despite having spent quite a bit of time with him, she could never truly tell whether seeing them together pained him or not. He seemed fond of her. They shared a bed before, then again the other night. Surely there was great interest there, but he didn’t wish to get in the way of things as they were. In a way, she was thankful for it, making matters less complicated than they had to be. Still, she wouldn’t have asked to speak with him in private unless Roc mentioned it. She owed him that much for the good times they had.

Since they had a short breather with Stratos being seen to, Flame wished to see him again without feeling as much of a rush as she did once they recovered the Angel’s feather. It seemed best to spend some time with him now, especially since there were a few things she wanted to confess, more or less, but didn’t have the courage to thus far.

She didn’t have much more than she did back then, but hiding the truth until he found out himself was only ever going to backfire when it hurt most. Losing Nicodemus over a secret wasn’t worth it. Having to give up on him at all wasn’t either, but at least she’d have a clear conscience.

“Yes, I’d like to speak with him.” Flame noted and followed in his wake as they approached. She was hoping Roc would cover for her, but even the truth about simply wishing to talk to him would do. Speaking with him now might arouse some suspicion as to her dealings with him either way, but the young sorceress hardly cared about that now even though her heart began to beat much faster the closer they got to the others. Once again, it was beating for no one but Nick. She might’ve rushed things back on Carrion, confessing her love not too long after they’d claimed their freedom, but her feelings and reactions were far more telling than anything else. They were apart for a short while yet again and while sated in a sense, she wanted to have him close.