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Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

The room you fall into is clearly not abandoned, though its purpose isn't instantly clear. A few people lounge about the room, naked or dressed in the sort of clothes that are more naked than nothing at all. All of them are attractive, at least by someone's standards, and all of them are in one provocative pose or another. Glasses and bottles of liquor are common, and more than one of those present has a glazed look that suggests more drugs than just alcohol are working on them.

The room itself is relatively opulent, with plush carpets and heavy draperies. The ceiling, some twenty feet overhead, is set with stained glass windows depicting men and women in every sort of sexual congress; currently the windows are backlit by torches, very nearly as bright as in full daylight.

That's about all that Emilia manages to see before her vision is obscured with fur. The hellhounds fall on her in a single wave, eager and hungry. Before she can push herself to her feet two of them are on her, slamming her back down onto her back as they thrust into her pussy. The other two circle around to her head and squeeze themselves between her lips before she can so much as utter a word.

The people around the room watch with obvious interest, some of them openly stroking themselves or fondling each other. One elven woman comes up and begins petting one of the hounds as it thrusts; after a few moments she stands astride you to let the hound at her crotch, moaning as it licks her eagerly.
 
She didn't even have time to cry out, but the gasp as the hounds instantly forced themselves into her wet and eager pussy was all the invitation the other two needed to ram into her mouth. For the briefest instant she thinks the woman coming to her side is going to save her, but her eyes go wide as she pets the hellhounds and then offers her own pussy to them. Who would do something like that?! She can't possibly enjoy it! Emilia thinks hypocritically ignoring the burning sensation between her legs, the lubrication her own body was giving the duo in her cunt, even her own tongue, voraciously slipping around and between the two in her mouth.

There was no help to be had here. Not the help she told herself she wanted, at least. I can't fight them...and I can't escape...I...there's no point in resisting. I might as well help them, she tells herself as her hips weakly begin to gyrate to help the hounds, her tongue moving more intentionally. She was making excuses, but she was already wanting this to continue. These people weren't going to help her, what did it matter what they thought?
 
The hounds don't have the patience they did before, nor the stamina. Not that they were possessed of an overabundance of either before, but now they seem in a frantic rush to complete their business. The two in your cunt are already pounding you as hard as they can, and only a few seconds pass before you can feel their knots beginning to swell. Further up your body, one of the hellhounds pulls out of your mouth and lunges up, catching the elf and dragging her down. She seems positively eager to welcome a cock instead of merely a tongue, and the pair fall splayed atop you, still thrashing together. That leaves the last hound to have your mouth to himself, a condition he takes full advantage of as he drives himself far enough in to swab the back of your throat.

The three hounds inside you all climax again within seconds of each other, cramming their knots into your body. Once again they begin spurting their seed inside you, seeming perfectly content to stay like that until their hour is up.

The elf on top of you reaches down, stroking the hounds and herself. She stops a hairsbreadth above your body and meets your eye, even as her own limbs begin to tremble.
 
Emilia couldn't believe her eyes when one of the hounds pulled out of her and took the elf who freely offered herself, nor could she understand why the woman would want it, but she very much understood that she did want it, and that she was loving every moment of it. The brief look they shared showed her that. Just as it likely showed the elf that, though she refused to admit it even to herself, Emilia loved what was happening to her even more than the newcomer.

Not that she'd have the opportunity to say that though. The trio still inside her cumming at the same time is enough to easily send her into her fourth climax as their knots lock their seed and her own juices inside. She stops moving then, her tongue no longer hungrily licking the hound's cock, her waist unable to gyrate with the elf on top of her, but she's far from unconscious. She's just too overloaded to move...and yet she happily gulps down the cum that continues to shoot into her throat.

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, the analytical part of her wonders just how much of their hellish seed the hounds can produce, and tries to guess even as it slowly begins to fill her stomach and rapidly fills her cunt.
 
"Very kind of you to share," the elf says, sprawling back. Her orgasm overtakes her moments later and she closes her eyes, sighing, as her fluids spurt and run down to join the mess of juices covering your body.

Elsewhere, an order is given that you're hardly in a condition to understand, and a group of the brawnier men in the room move in around you. They pick up the entire rug underneath you, with the other woman and all four hounds included, and cart it through the narrow, twisting stone halls.

The room they set you down in is smaller, and simpler. It smells of blood and sweat, leather and wax and perfume; the stone walls are covered in all manner of bizarre accoutrements, from whips and restraints to blades and chains, while leather couches and tables stand nearby. It seems clear that this room is for those who prefer their sex to be mingled with a splash of dominance and pain.

The hellhounds barely stir during this whole process, except for the occasional weak thrust to resettle their knots. Those knots seem to be doing an admirable job of keeping in check the seed that they continue to slowly spurt, though it's not perfect. The rug is burned black where the fluid has dripped from between the two in your pussy, and the elf's juices are mixing with the hound's as they continue to drip onto you.

Perhaps a quarter hour passes like that before the door opens and another woman comes in. This one is half-elven, and dressed in suggestive silk robes. Rather than join in, though, she lounges on one of the couches and watches. "It's rare for someone to enter our home with such able assistants," she says. "Let alone so many. My name is Kayla Anara. I am the senior priestess of this temple."
 
After the day she'd had, and nearly a quarter hour of constant, unending devilish cum being spent directly into her filled to the bursting cunt and down her ever thirsty throat, Emilia had a very stupified look on her face, her eyes rolled back and her mouth turned slightly upward at the ends as she savored the hound's taste. Her mind was barely present though she was still conscious, and gurgles out something that might've been a reply to the priestess.
 
Kayla Anara seems not to expect an answer, and does not wait to receive one. The priestess instead continues to recline on one of the couches, watching the proceedings with no evidence of either interest or condemnation. It is not her place to judge, only to observe.

As it becomes clear that the hounds will not be finished soon, she produces a bar of chocolate (for Kayla Anara loves chocolate) and nibbles on it. Once the chocolate is gone, she takes a whip down from the wall and begins slowly, carefully rubbing oil into it to ensure that the leather remains smooth and supple.

All the while the hounds continue to use and abuse our heroine. Scorching-hot seed trickles into her at a slow but steady pace, oozing out of her orifices and searing the rug upon which she lies. From time to time they shift or make another halfhearted thrust inside her body, sending rippling aftershocks through her. Above her the final hound has had its fill as well, and now lies tangled with the elf, knot firmly locked inside.

Time passes, and finally the hour is up. The hounds fade into black smoke, with one final, gentle nip, one that might almost be interpreted more as fond than anything. The smoke fades into nothing at all, and only then does Kayla Anara lean forward and speak again.

"Normally I would offer a visitor something to drink," the half-elf says dryly. "But I think you already got plenty."
 
As the knots finally vanishes, Emilia's body has a chance to relax and hellish seed, what wasn't already swallowed, absorbed, or dried, at least, gushes out of her from both ends...and she instinctively moves her hands to stop it from leaving her mouth, licking it up briefly before blinking, realizing what she was doing, and quickly trying too late to spit it back out.

Finally, after more than a minute of trying to become situated, a difficult thing to do with the obvious bulge in her stomach, bloated from the continual stream of cum she'd been fed, she looks to the half-elven priestess dejectedly. "Why...why didn't any of you help?"
 
"I'm not entirely sure how you think we'd have helped," Kayla says calmly. "You looked rather busy as it was. Though we do have a bathhouse if you'd like to get cleaned up, or Armando might be interested if you wanted to continue."
 
"Not sure?!" She looks a mix of shocked and distraught, "I was being violated, you could have stopped them!"
 
"Stopped them from what?" Kayla asks, in a reasonable tone. "You all looked to be having a good time. We aren't in the business of stopping people from enjoying themselves here. Rather the opposite." Seeing your confusion, she tsks and shakes her head. "Well, if you aren't going to keep going, at least take the collar off. Have to clean it, if you want the leather to stay in good condition. Really, girl, that thing looks like you've been fucked a dozen times since you washed it. You have to take better care of your toys."
 
She looks distraught as she remembers the collar and quickly scrambles to take it off, "I wasn't enjoying myself, I was being attacked! That devil, he..." she can't find the words as she fails to remove the collar. "I've spent the entire evening violated by monsters and you all just stood there and watched!" Her voice is hoarse, but that will happen when your throat is fucked raw.
 
"Well, how was I supposed to know you didn't want it?" the priestess asks. "When someone walks into this temple in a collar, they're usually looking to do just what you were doing. Iomedae's cunt, girl, some of my customers would kill to have that many hellhounds in them."

She sighs, and stands up before kneeling beside you. "Hush, child," she says, gently pushing your hands out of the way and unbuckling the collar. "It's over now. I'm sorry that you had to go through that. But it's over, and things will be all right. Would you like to clean yourself up and have some tea?"
 
She was about to protest before she was shushed, finally just nodding her head. "Yes...please...a bath and tea...and..." she looks down at her stomach, "I'm worried about what that fiend did to me...do you have any healers here?"
 
Kayla nods and stands, offering you her hand. "We have healers, yes," she says. "One of them will be by to check on the girls shortly; we can have him look at you while he's here. Now come with me; we need to get you cleaned up."

The priestess escorts our hero through a narrow hallway beneath the temple, built into the stone of the city. This is not the Undercity, the great, dark caverns beneath Kaer Maga that the residents don't dare to tread. This is merely a softly lit hall under the temple, carved into the stone by the Calistrians over the decades. Wooden doors open off the hall, though all of them are closed, their surfaces carved with subtle depictions of lust and blood, sometimes at the same time.

At the edge of the hall Kayla turns and opens a door, where a small antechamber awaits. A black silk robe embroidered with golden thread hangs from a hook, while a cup of tea sits on the table next to a wooden chair. The cup is still hot, and emits a soothing, minty sent.

Naturally our hero does not touch it as Kayla sits down in the other chair within the antechamber, past which the entrance to a small, private bathing room awaits.

"Go ahead," the priestess says. "I'll make sure no one intrudes on you."
 
Taking Kayla's hand, Emilia follows her through the temple, doing her best to ignore the voice in her head. She'd been through enough, she didn't need to acknowledge the evidence that she'd gone insane. No, it was best ignored until she could deal with...everything.

Of course, that doesn't stop her from inadvertantly following its narration. She was getting into the baths after all, the robe was for after washing up, not before. The tea...she wanted it, but the thought of anything going down her throat right now hurt her...and she didn't need the reminder that her stomach was full of...

Shaking her head she chases away the thought, "Thank you...I'll...probably be a while, it will take ages to feel clean again," she says assuming that the robe will still be here when she's cleaned up and that towels will be available in the bath itself.
 
The bath is quite luxurious, with steaming hot water and an array of soaps, perfumes, and unguents. Some of them are remarkably exotic, with flowers and oils from Garund, Vudra, and even Tian Xia on display. Fluffy white towels hang from hooks beside scrubbing brushes, sponges, and razors. Frescoes on the walls are, for once, completely innocuous, depicting forests, flowers, and birds.

After bathing, Emilia emerges to find the antechamber unchanged. The robe still hangs from the hook, and the tea is still hot. Kayla is holding the collar in her lap, and appears to be cleaning it with a soft cloth and some sort of oil. The door to the hallway is firmly closed. "Feeling better?" she asks, not looking up.
 
It was strange that such a simple thing could do so much for her nerves. By all rights Emilia should be little more than a gibbering mess after all that's happened. Perhaps because what she'd been through was so far beyond her ability to deal with that she was able to largely ignore it, or perhaps because it wasn't quite as traumatic as it should have been, or perhaps there was simply something in the bath that relaxed her, but whatever the case, the bath helped. She wasn't good, but she was better, and the still naked aasimar nods her head in response, quietly answering, "Yes, it...helped," before donning the robe and taking a sip of the tea.
 
"That's good," Kayla says, finishing her work on the collar and setting it on the table. "I'm sorry that happened, truly. Though...I do have a question. What would you say to a little wager? All in good fun, of course. If you win, I'll owe you a favor. If I win...well, I have a client who's been giving me a bit of trouble, and I think that you might be able to give me a hand with her. What do you say?" She smiles charmingly. "I won't mind if you say no, I promise. I know it's been a long day for you already. You must be tired."

As our hero unwisely takes a drink of the tea (against, it must be said, certain advice she may have received), she feels a faint, tingling numbness. She can feel her mind opening, growing more aware of the mysteries of the divine and the wonders of the world. At the same time, though, her ability to focus on the immediate dwindles, overwhelmed by her awareness of what lies beyond her surroundings.

She does, however, hear a moan of pleasure from the hallway as a couple passes the bathing chamber. Her newfound awareness lets our hero suddenly see something beyond just the noise - for that, of course, is the purpose of the drug which was slipped into her tea. She can see how the lusts and pleasures in this house of the divine create something greater than the sum of their parts, something that existed before mankind was birthed and will exist after its death, particularly since that death may be sooner than anticipated if our hero fails in her task.
 
Ignoring the voice, or at least trying to as the mention of the drug's effects on her, indeed the mention of a drug at all, helps her to rationalize the voice as a hallucination caused by the alleged drug rather than her own shattered mind.

Of course, Emilia was impulsive to begin with, and the drug was fast acting and made her even more so. "A wager? I mean...it has been a long day, but...it might help things feel normal again." Nodding, more certain of her answer now that she's talked herself into it, "Sure, I can't turn down a bet," she says with a giggle, trying to stifle her embarrassment for hearing the moan, "Helping you a little is hardly much of a gamble but sure, what do you have in mind?"
 
"Lovely," Kayla says, still smiling. "And no, I don't think you should have to do much to help me. As for the bet, well, it's simple, really. You see, I've seen a lot of women being fucked. I've seen some who hated what was being done to them, and I've seen plenty who were loving it. And I must say, dear, that you appeared to me to be one of the latter. So here's the bet. If you can tell me, honestly and under oath to Calistria, that you really didn't enjoy what those dogs did to you, then I'll owe you a favor, and I'll apologize for doubting you. And if not, well...." Her smile widens slightly., and she makes a gesture "If not, then you might just enjoy giving me a hand too."
 
Confused and terrified as she was about what happened, and unable to admit even to herself how she felt, Emilia gave an immediate answer. Or at least, tried to, as some of her words don't quite come across though her mouth continues to move.

"It was," horrible! I've never felt worse in my life! "I still don't understand why they were even there, I wanted to die! I did die! How could I not feel disgusted?"
 
"Rather easily, I think," Kayla replies dryly. "You just have to let go of the thought that it should disgust you, and recognize that it doesn't. I notice that you didn't answer the question, though. Come on, tell me. Did you enjoy it? You can tell me if you did; I won't judge you for it."
 
"I was raped and violated! I was a toy for monsters! I've never felt so disgusted in my life!" She cries out, "Of course I," hated it!

She pauses and holds her hand to her mouth, realizing this time that her words were silenced. "I," didn't like it at all!

Eyes wide, she shakes her head and looks at Kayla, not sure what to do. Telling someone to recognize something shouldn't disgust them was one thing...it was another entirely to tell them to embrace something that they loved even though they were disgusted by it.
 
"Having trouble?" Kayla is grinning now. "I thought you might. Maybe you should try saying something else instead. Like 'it felt amazing' or 'I've never come so hard in my life.' Because like I said, I've seen a lot of women get fucked. And I know damn well what it looks like when they're getting off on it."
 
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