Chapter 61: The Duallahan Loses Her Head

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – The Labyrinth, The Empire of Shizhuth

The tarasque charged.

The ground shook as the massive monster rushed at us. The giant tortoise-like behemoth kicked up a huge cloud of dirt as it rushed at us. I shuddered as waves washed out through the earth with each step. This thing was massive with armor that looked impenetrable.

How were we getting out of this without dying?

Fear swept through me. For an instant, I was paralyzed by it. I couldn’t think of anything else but just how big that thing was. Just how massive. It would crush us, and there was nothing I could do about it.

But I only let that fear wash over me for a moment. I couldn’t let it have me any longer. I had to protect my family. I couldn’t do that if I stood here scared petrified. I had to act. There had to be a way to bring this monster down.

“Mother, watch over Lasla!” I commanded. “Keep her safe.”

“Yes, Master!” Mother said. She grabbed Lasla and yanked her to the side.

The throbbing in my left hand faded before this thing, but I could still feel it sapping at my strength. A feverish heat burned across my cheeks and temple. Nothing to do about it. We had to win here. I would not let my women down.

“With me, Pyrriah!” I shouted and darted in the other way as the tarasque bore down on us.

“I’m with you!” my twin sister cried.

She ran after me as the creature hurtled at us. We charged away from it at a diagonal. The bulk couldn’t turn fast at all. That was one thing. Its bulk worked against it. The ground rippled beneath my feet as it passed. I fought for balance.

BOOM!

The tarasque crashed into the wall behind us. As I fought to stay on my feet, a chunk of black stone crashed into the sand by me. I glanced back to see the bulk had shattered a portion of the wall. Not enough to break it down, but to leave a concave crater in the side. Hunks of stone fell around its head.

It roared and turned, lumbering around toward us, more rocks falling off its shell. Its massive, black eyes aimed at us. I groaned as the creature roared and charged at us. I grabbed my sister with my free hand.

My left hand.

Pain exploded up my arm when I grabbed her wrist to pull her away. My swollen fingers burned. I gasped as darkness washed over my vision. The black pus suppurating from my wounds had soaked the bandages now, caking the purple silk into a disgusting mess. My arm pulsed, confined by the bandage. Constricted.

“Las’s big damned cock!” I howled.

The creature rushed at us.

“Come on,” I groaned, needing to get away. “Let’s go, Pyrriah.”

“No, wait!” She grabbed my shoulder. “Wait until it’s almost on us.”

I turned and stared at my sister. The creature was nearly on us. I didn’t get why she wanted to do that. Beyond us, the duallahan watched, her sword in her hand. She had to defeat this thing, too. Or just kill us?

Was that how she won?

“Now!” Pyrriah cried and shoved me to the left away from it as she rushed to the right.

I gasped as I stumbled. She let the front foot crash down between us. The wave that propagated through the sand hit me and threw me off my feet. I landed on my back as it charged by. Dust swirled around us, swallowing the world.

Pyrriah shouted, not in pain, but a cry of an attack. Metal rang on shell.

I coughed and pushed myself up to my feet. The dust swirled to my right. The duallahan broke out of it a moment later, swinging her sword at me. I cursed and raised my tulwar in a parry. I caught her blade at the last moment, stopping her slash.

She kicked me in the stomach.

I grunted and stumbled back. She followed up with a lunge. I slapped her blade to the side and counter-slashed for her neck. I struck her, cutting her head off. It tumbled in the air, flying upward? It spun around, her white hair sweeping behind it.

Her hand landed back on her shoulder.

She stabbed at me again, hitting me in the breastplate before I could react. Her hand came off and went back on. I didn’t know she could do that. I didn’t know much about duallahans at all. But that was wild.

She smiled at me and attacked.

I parried, her blows fierce, driving me back. I trembled as the dust cleared. The tarasque bellowed. I had lost track of it in the swirl of yellow-browns. Now the haze was clearing and the beast searched for us.

Where was my sister?

Pyrriah sprang at the duallahan out of a thick cloud. She swung, forcing the duallahan to abandon her attack and parry. My sister’s hair burned red, consuming the dust that clung to her tresses as she slashed at the enemy.

My left arm pulsed with pain. I panted, feeling the poison spreading up my arm and into my chest. It was reaching for my heart. I shook my head to clear it from the agony. The tarasque roared again and charged back at us.

“Gods damn,” the duallahan snarled as we were all forced to run, my sister and I one way, the duallahan another.

The ground shook and the dust exploded around us again. I coughed, stumbling. The ground rippled beneath my feet. I lost my sister in the swirl. My eyes stung from it. The dust clung to my sweaty face.

“Pyrriah!” I shouted, unable to see anything.

Pyrriah

The dust spilled around me. I had lost my twin in the dust. The ground shook. The tarasque moved around us, but where? I gripped my sword, struggling to focus my senses. The creature growled, the rumbles reverberating through the air.

“Gods damn it,” I muttered, worry for my twin swelling in me. He was injured. He wasn’t at his full fighting skill. This was bad. So very, very bad.

I rolled my shoulders. Waves of sand washed at me from the right. I turned in that direction, shifting my feet to keep my balance. Out of the sand, the sharp beak of the tarasque thrust down at me, the end tipped by a scything horn that would cut me in half when it bit.

I would not perish here. I had my twin brother and our family to protect.

My love burst from me as fire exploded into the mouth of the tarasque. It roared in pain. Its flesh sizzled. I heard that crackling sound. It was music to my ears. I loved hearing that. I wanted it to suffer. It deserved to suffer.

It was a monster. A beast. A foul creature that had to be destroyed. I would destroy it. I would kill this beast. It would be so satisfying.

Its head swung from side to side, smoke pouring out of its mouth. I had hurt it. A vicious satisfaction burned through me. It was at the last moment that I realized it had swung its head down to crash into me.

It struck me and threw me in a burst of pain.

I landed and rolled in the dust. My left arm ached. I lay on my face. I groaned and pushed myself up, struggling to gather myself. The ground shook. The tarasque roared. It rushed at me, chasing me through the dust. The sand washed over me, throwing me onto my back.

I couldn’t see it at all. I could hear it. Fire burst around me, flinging me to my feet. A shadow swirled to my left. The monster. I ran as it chased me. I had no idea where my brother was in this mess. How could I protect him if I was lost in the dust being chased by this monster?

The beak snapped down at me, cracking behind me. The monster closed the distance.

Kurtis

The duallahan burst out of the dust and swung at me.

I blocked.

The blow shivered up my hand. I stumbled on the loose sand. She grinned at me, her purple face smeared in dust. She slashed at me again. I parried, my left hand throbbing. My entire arm pulsed with pain as I fought.

Fatigue pulled at me. My legs grew heavier with each step. My heart labored, pounding so hard to keep me going. I gulped down air as I kept her blows at bay. I had to keep her from cutting me down. I needed to keep fighting.

“You like that poison?” she taunted. “I made that just for you, Kurtis.”

I snarled and swung. A clumsy blow that she easily knocked back. I nearly lost my blade. This wasn’t working. I had to take her down now before my strength flagged. I attacked again, but she blocked and counterattacked.

She drove me back. I barely was able to block her blow. She drove me back, the dust swirling around us. The tarasque bellowed not far away. Was it fighting my sister? I had to help her, but the duallahan pressed me.

I had to use her lust against her. I reached out with my power to—

Agony exploded in my arm. I nearly fell to my knees as my ability recoiled back into me. I swayed as the poison devoured my passions. My arm pulsed with my pounding heartbeat. I panted, open to attack, but she didn’t kill me.

“Yes, yes,” she purred, pacing around me like a cat playing with her meal. “I’ve learned of your ability to manipulate lust. Your antics in Naith are known to us. The Empress knew you were coming. She consulted the Oracle. She knew a Son of Lust would be Naith’s Ambassador.”

I was so startled, I barely noticed her attack. I managed to bring up my sword in time to parry. The blade rang. I stepped back as she attacked again and again. She slammed her sword hard into me as I struggled to keep her from killing me.

“A Son of Lust with a Daughter of Lust and a Phoenix for a twin,” she said. “Such intriguing pedigree. The Empress is eager to own you sisters!”

“She’ll never have them!” I roared and blocked her sword.

Anger and fear for my family were all that kept me standing. The poison devoured everything about me. I grew weaker and weaker. I couldn’t manipulate her lusts. I didn’t have the strength to fight her. I was delaying my death.

By time for Pyrriah to somehow defeat the tarasque and come to my rescue.

How could she do that?

I realized I had lost. Eurydice the Duallahan had beaten me.

Pyrriah

I drew in a deep breath and turned.

The tarasque’s head appeared out of the dust. It didn’t open its mouth to swallow me. It swung its head down like a hammer wanting to pound a nail. I tensed and jumped at the last moment. I flew past its head. It slammed into the ground where I was.

I landed on its armored snout.

The creature roared and raised its head. I buried my sword into a gap in the scales, wedging it in to keep me from falling off. I spotted my target. It had two small holes in the side of its head. Ears. I jumped for the ridge of bones above its eyes. I grabbed a hard spoke along it with my left hand.

The creature roared and shook. I gasped, gripping that horn for dear life. I had to hold on. I couldn’t let it shake me off. I gripped it, the world flashing around me. I held. I gripped it and did not let go. I could not let go.

I had to hold on with all my might. I couldn’t let anything disrupt me. My fingers slipped, but I didn’t care. I squeeze harder. The dust coating everything helped to give me a grip. The tarasque roared as it stopped swinging.

I dangled down by its eye, staring at the hole. It was just in reach. Fire burned across my body and engulfed my tulwar. I jammed the burning brand into the tarasque’s ear canal. I shoved it in deep, pouring my flaming love into the canal.

The beast roared in agony as a black, greasy smoke poured out around the hilt of my blade.

It thrashed harder. My left hand slipped from the bone horn this time. I gasped, grabbing my hilt, holding it with both hands now. My body slammed into the armored side of its face again and again as I kept pouring the flames into it.

Bellowing in maddened pain, it charged.

The beast lumbered across the arena as I clung to it. My feet dangled as I bounced against the side. My armor clattered. I grunted and groaned, fighting to hold onto my leather-wrapped hilt. I had no idea where it ran. I doubted it did, either.

My fire burned deeper and deeper into—

BOOM!

It slammed its head into the wall of the arena. The force ripped me from my sword. I struck the crumbling wall and bounced off. I landed in the soft sand, chunks of shattered masonry landing around me. One struck me in the back. I gasped, thrown onto my belly, my armor dented.

I rolled over to my side as the creature shook its head. Its black eye fixed on me. It turned and slammed its head down at me again. I threw myself back, tumbling out of the way. It struck the sand, throwing up more dust into the air.

It roared and lunged at me.

Lasla

I trembled with fear with Mother Azuliana along the side of the arena. Thick swaths of dust washed around us. I peered through it, searching for Kurtis and Pyrriah I didn’t see either of them. I quivered, so frightened for them both.

“They’ll be fine,” Mother Azuliana whispered, her hand on my shoulder.

I just nodded, wanting to believe that. My eyes flicked around while I let my senses surge out. I felt Pyrriah’s fear. The tarasque bellowed. She was fighting that. From my brother ... I found pain. Then I sensed a third presence.

One of gloating.

The dust cleared enough to reveal. My brother fighting the duallahan. He staggered back, pressed by her. It was clear he was flagging. The wound to his arm had weakened him. Her foot lashed out, tripping him.

“No,” I whimpered and slammed my lust hard into the duallahan.

As she raised her sword, I hit her with a large blast of lust. The purple-skinned woman staggered, her blow slashing down at Kurtis missing him. She snarled and regained her desire. She had tight control on her passion.

It would not be easy to overcome her. Not when she was focused on killing my brother.

He was barely keeping her from killing him. My distraction had worked, but I couldn’t keep slamming lust She wouldn’t be thrown off so badly again. I pushed on her, looking for cracks, but I couldn’t find any.

I took off my step-mother’s chastity belt and collar. Then I hissed, “Get in there!”

I wanted her to turn into a dragon, but Mother Azuliana just ran forward and grew her hermaphrodite-cock. I gasped in shock. What was she doing? Then I noticed that the duallahan wore a chainmail skirt.

A surprise attack?

I threw all my lust I could into the duallahan. I had to find something. Some way to get through her. I just had to be persistent. It existed. I knew it did. There was always a way to overcome a woman’s resistance.

Always.

Kurtis

I was barely keeping the duallahan’s sword from finding my flesh. My arm hurt so much. She shook her head. Something affected her. Lasla, I suspected. It wasn’t enough, because the duallahan was still attacking me with such bloodlust.

Lasla was better with males than females, but even I would be hard pressed to overcome the duallahan’s bloodlust. She had a mission. She would see me dead. I could feel that much. So if I had my powers, I wouldn’t be able to do much.

Not without something causing a major disruption in her fighting style.

She swung at me, driving me back again. The ground shook. A wave of sand hit me. Not a big one, but in my weekend state. It was more than I could handle. I fell back. She grinned at me, her sword held low. She knew she had me.

Then I noticed blue hair flashing.

My dragon-mother crashed into the duallahan from behind. She struck with such force, the duallahan’s head popped off her body and landed in my lap. I gasped as the duallahan shouted in shock. Her body fell to its hands and knees.

Mother flipped up the duallahan’s skirt, her clit-cock thrusting out hard before her. She rammed it into the duallahan’s pussy. Her head gasped on my lap. A deep, throaty moan burst from her lips as she felt that hermaphrodite-dick ramming hard into her cunt.

That was the opening.

The body knelt there on hands and knees. The neck ended at a flat top of purple skin. No exposed spine or sinew. Mother’s big boobs bounced and heaved as she fucked the duallahan’s body with force. She rammed over and over into the delicious woman.

“That’s it,” I groaned, the pain fading.

“No, no, no,” whimpered the duallahan. She trembled on me. “That ... That cock ... What is that cock doing to me?”

“Fucking you hard,” I said.

“Las’s big dick,” whimpered the duallahan. She was a descendant of Las.

A product of my father’s lust.

“This can’t be happening,” Eurydice groaned. “This is not ... Oh, why is her cock so good? What is going on?”

Lasla. My sister was working her lusts on the duallahan, making sure that she was enjoying this experience as much as possible. Mother didn’t hold back, either. She rammed her dragon-cock deep into Eurydice’s pussy.

Mother grinned at me, her big boobs bouncing. She fucked the duallahan without mercy. I could feel how much Eurydice’s pussy melted around Mother’s big hermaphrodite-dick. It was so wild. I loved this so much.

“Damn,” I groaned. “You’re pounding her hard, Mother.”

“Mmm, she’s got such a tight and juicy cunt.” Mother winked at me. “Yes, she does.”

“Enjoy her,” I said, realizing mother’s golden collar was gone. Lasla had wanted to unleash the dragon, but Mother had another plan. “Fuck that pussy hard.”

“Please, stop!” whimpered Eurydice.

“Why, loving it too much?” I asked, grabbing her head with my right hand. I turned her so I could stare into her glowing eyes.

“That’s ... This...” She glared at me. “How are you doing this to me?”

“Like you said, my sister’s a Daughter of Lust, too.” I grinned. “And every woman loves my mother’s hermaphrodite-dick nearly as much as my big cock.”

“Nearly,” groaned Mother as she pumped away. “Oh, yes, yes, take my cock, Eurydice. Your pussy is so good.”

“This is outrageous,” she shouted.

“You know, I think you need something to occupy your mouth,” I said. I fished open the pants I wore with my right hand and pulled my cock out. The pain in my left arm had all but faded.

My lusts were too powerful to let that injury stop me.

I pressed her mouth down my cock. Eurydice gasped then moaned around my dick. I gripped a fistful of her white hair and bobbed her head up and down. Her lips massaged my shaft. I shuddered, savoring every second of this.

Mother fucked her hard, the duallahan moaning her delight around my dick. The pleasure shot down to my balls. The tarasque wasn’t crashing about. I looked over to see a mighty cloud of dust and the beast lying on its side.

Had Pyrriah managed to kill it? Excellent.

I worked Eurydice’s hot mouth up and down my cock. She suckled. Her tongue swirled. Lasla approached, a big smile on her lips as she had gained control of the duallahan’s lust. The strange woman was powerless between my sister’s touch and my dragon-mother’s clit-dick.

Powerless.

I loved that. Eurydice had utterly surrendered to what my mother and sister had done to her. Now she was sucking my dick with hunger. Her head worshiped my cock while her body rocked back and forth to Mother’s thrusts.

Mother’s big boobs heaved as she fucked the duallahan’s pussy. It was clear that though the head and body were separated, Eurydice felt everything her body did. From how she moaned. How she suckled. The way her lusts quivered.

“That’s right, suck that cock,” my sister Lasla cooed as she reached us. “You love sucking that dick.”

Eurydice did. She moaned her agreement around my cock.

I savored the way she suckled as I bobbed her head, sliding her up and down my cock. I smiled as she suckled hard. I just had to let her do her business. I stopped bobbing her and just let her pleasure me with her suction and her tongue.