Chapter 10

Cae stood in the clearing created by the expectant members of the Shields of the Sun, while soft hissing and sibilant eager voices filled the air – a sussuration that reminded her of walking through hip high grasses, her wings dragging through wheat that brushed against her. She didn’t quite remember where the memory had come from, possibly a quiet moment on her first campaign. But she thought of it as she undid the straps on her heavy plate armor, one by one. The leather rasped against leather and the restraining bolts hissed and puffed with thin hisses of steam – tiny tongues licking the air, like a dragon being woken from a restive and troubled sleep.

Arral trusted her.

Citri looked as if he was eager for the show.

Ruti chewed his knuckles, but waited.

Degi, though?

Degi, the faceted eyed one. Degi, the dark skinned harbinger of sorrow. Degi, the Baron of Despair, walked to her side, grabbed her arm, and hissed. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm?” Cae asked as the pauldrons of her armor slipped free. They thumped to the ground with a series of heavy crashes, indenting into the soft earth deep enough to leave footprints. Her bare skin prickled, gold goosebumps drawing up as wind brushed along her. Degi scowled and leaned in even closer.

“Firstly, I was not informed that your plans involved invading Heaven with a paltry handful of mercenaries,” he whispered. “And the fact that your erratic behavior goes beyond just this is enough to be concerning.” Another hiss came as she released two more containment bolts. Her greaves armor opened with a soft whirr and click. She stepped from them, her wing brushing against the small of Degi’s slender back. “After all, you’ve decided the best way to hire these women is to ... to ... to engage with a sapphic naked knife fight that will end with you either impregnating or being impregnated by a woman who has trained with those bloody knives since she hatched.”

Cae nodded. Her armored cuirass opened up and she sighed quietly as her chest was freed. She tugged her shift up and over her head, exposing golden breasts and bright silver nipples. “True,” she said.

“I know you’re a war angel, but these women take contracts fighting for Lords of Hell,” Degi continued. “Unfamiliar arms, with unfamiliar weapons, where all it takes to lose is for you to ... to ... to lose that!” He gestured down as Cae, naked as the day she had been born, slipped the leather harness around her hip. The exotic double-cock of the snake women, crafted specially for this ritual, thrust from between her thighs. Despite the lack of magic, Cae still felt the thrumming energy of it – a tingling awareness that she could thrust and take in a way she never had been able to before. It was a heady rush.

“All she has to do is cut your dick off!” Degi whispered. “Cae, don’t-”

Across the field, Tsvika had emerged from her cuddle-pile of eagerly caressing snake women, holding both of her glittering pink knives. She twirled them with clear expertise. “Are you ready to be heavy with my egg, angel?” she called out. Cae turned to the snake-woman that slithered to her, and took the offered char knives.

Cae nodded.

“Cae, I’m serious!” Degi said, his voice thick with concern.

Cae stepped into the circle.

The snake women watched eagerly.

Tsvika slithered forward like a striking thunderbolt, her cobra hood flaring wide, her fangs flashing.

Cae ... beat her wings once. She shot up into the air a solid twenty yards and, at the apex of her flight, flung down the left of her two glittering pink blades. It passed through the air so fast that an audible crack and then slammed directly into the tip of Tsvika’s tail as she still regarded the empty space where Cae had been moments before. Cae dropped down, landed behind her, grabbed onto Tsivka’s head, then slammed her face first into the grass and casually slashed her back three times with the knife – drawing a triangular pattern of glowing pink lines along her scales. She stepped back as Tsvika convulsed on the ground, quivered, and arched her entire body, her sinous tail writhing as she knocked the knife out of her tail-tip.

“Ssahhhhh!” She moaned desperately, her hemi-peen bobbing desperately before she started to rock her midsection against the ground, grunting quietly as she tried to get herself off against the grass in her raw, feral desperation. “Shhrarhh!” She groaned and quivered and warm spunk splashed onto the grass, leaving a new and fresh dew that glittered as brightly as her scales. She panted and mewled – still achingly hard, her cunt dripping and wet underneath her hemipeen.

Cae smiled up at Arral, Citri, Ruti and, finally, at Degi.

“I mean...” she said, casually. “ ... I’m still a war-angel, Dee.”

Degi blinked at her a few times while Cae walked over to Tsvika. She flushed hard, then put her bare foot against the snake woman’s side, rolling her onto her back. Tsvika’s full tits swayed slightly and then started to quiver with fetching, eager jiggles with every arching curve of her desperate body. A thick spurt of her girlcum gushed from her hemipeen, one spurt arcing up high and draping across her tits like frosting, the other puddling on her belly – an almost pathetic little spurt, secondary to her first. She whimpered and gasped. “F- ... Finish it...” she moaned as Cae blushed and caressed her straps, feeling the weight of them ... the call of them.

Cae bit her lip, then glanced up, at Arral and his Barons.

Arral gave her the thinnest of smiles. The smallest of nods. A twinkle of his eyes.

Cae felt a sudden, striking blast of pure warmth. She wondered, then, how often he had given such a little indication to his Lady, his Lady of Ruin. How often had they communicated so profoundly, so eagerly. He saw what she must do, what she could do ... and he knew what it would provide. She didn’t know if he had followed her twisting course to the end – after all, he didn’t know about the Morning Star, about what she had realized about the Creator and her plan ... about Heaven and her lies. But he trusted her vision.

He believed in her.

Cae felt, at that moment, like she was quite truly in love with the Lord of Ruin.

She showed it by kneeling down and fondling a snake woman’s tits. Her fingers sunk into the bountiful scaled flesh before her – gold against gold scales – and she groaned quietly as Tsvika writhed up against her. The mere act of groping her was a heady rush, a wild thrill. Cae leaned forward, her wings flaring as she closed her mouth around one of Tsvika’s jutting, eager nipples. She sucked hungrily, sighing quietly as her own belly pressed Tsvika’s two cocks against her scaled body. The pressure and the pleasure thrumming through the heavily drugged snake-woman was enough to trigger another orgasm: A double spurt of her cum splashed against the underside of Cae’s breasts, soaked her belly, puddled against her thighs and hips as she wallowed against Tsvika. Her mouth kissed a warm, wet line from breast to breast as she licked and nuzzled and then sucked eagerly once more. Tsvika’s hand cupped the back of her neck, holding her in close. Close.

Cae drew back again, panting quietly as she put her hands onto the shoulders of the snake woman. Their eyes met and Tsvika hissed in desperate, animal need.

Well.

Cae wasn’t about to disappoint her. She shifted her hips and, with the same skill and muscular control she used to hold herself still in moments of desperate need, she guided the twin tips of her strap on to the scaled slit of the eager snake-woman. Tsvika moaned hungrily as Cae caught first her upper-cock against her folds, then shifted up so the lower pressed in two – and then thrust. The two cocks pressed together, and despite being made of synthetic material and strapped to Cae’s hips by leather and buckles of warm metal, it still felt as if Cae was sheathing herself deep within an eager, desperate snatch. Cae threw her head back, her back arching and her breasts heaving as warm snake-cum dripped from her painted body, splashing gently onto Tsvika’s own eager titties.

“Ohhh!” Tsvika moaned, her tail writhing. She couldn’t coil herself around Cae as much as she so clearly wished too, for Cae had her pinned down. So instead, her tail looped up and along Cae’s left wing, draping over her shoulder, her bleeding tail-tip reaching down to tease against Cae’s breast from behind. Cae moaned and turned, kissing the edge of her tail, nuzzling it gently as she started to rock her hips. Every thrust she unleashed upon Tsvika sent a writhing, undulating blast of pleasure from the snake’s tail-tip to the edges of her broad hood. She moaned in pure, animal bliss as Cae plunged into her again ... and again ... and again...

“Fuck ... fuck...” Cae panted, quietly. She had never imagined that her first time with a woman would be so...

Feral.

She leaned forward and started to kiss and suck on Tsvika’s bountiful chest once more – her mouth closing around a golden brown nipple, then sucking so hard that she half worried she would hurt the other woman. But in response, Tsvika’s cunt clenched around the twin-cocks that were invading her, and her own hemi-peen would spurt against Cae’s breasts and belly again, leaving Cae feeling soaked ... oiled in the other woman’s passions. She reached down casually, her hips still driving into her lover’s eager cunt again and again, and scooped some of Tsvika’s girlcum off of her glossy golden skin. She reached down and thrust two fingers into Tsvika’s mouth, forcing the other woman to lick her own lewdness right off Cae’s fingers. Cae grinned, feeling a wicked, delicious ... almost decadent thrill.

“Yeah, yeah!” Cae moaned. The world felt like a red haze ... and she reveled in it. She leaned forward, sliding her fingers free, digging them into the loamy ground above Tsvika’s head, and then forced her lips against the desperately panting snakewoman. Her hips drove in fierce, hard, and finally – her false hemi-peen buried to the hilt as Cae felt her own pleasure crest, rise up, and overflow. Her glowing juices shimmered as they dripped around her strap, pattering onto the snake woman’s slithering tail. Their mouths and their tongues met together, pressing against one another, as Cae felt Tsvika’s fangs bumping against her lower lip.

And...

Slowly.

Cae drew back, panting.

“Do you ... ah ... accept ... the contract?” she asked, her hips twitching ever so slightly, stirring her strap inside of the snake woman. Slowly, she saw Tsvika’s eyes starting to clear – blinking away the confusion and the lust. The other woman panted, her breasts heaving slowly as she opened her muzzle, then closed it. Her tail twitched and she seemed to process what had happened – her eyes widening more as she looked at Cae with a sense of newfound respect. Her tongue darted along her muzzle.

“Yes,” she said, quietly.

“Very good,” Cae said, then thrust her hips once more, drawing from Tsvika a shocked mewl of pleasure.

Cae slid into the bathwater with a soft groan – her eyes half closing as she let her wings dip into the waters as well, the warmth suffusing her tired muscles. Despite what had seemed an easy victory, she had needed to push herself quite hard to keep Tsvika pinned down, and now, she needed to rest unless she wanted her muscles to get tight and tense. Also, she deserved it! The decadent, hedonistic thought made her smile a little ... but despite her change in perspective, the ghost of the old instincts flickered and she glanced around the bathroom, half expecting a proctor. Instead, she saw a dark figure standing at the doorway, arms crossed.

Degi.

“I expected Arral,” Cae said, a bit absently as the Baron of Despair walked towards her, his faceted eyes making it difficult to tell if he was averting them ... or drinking in her body. Cae was rather surprised at the warm glow between her thighs at the idea of being desired, even by this cold, distant man. Was it because he was part of Arral? Or ... she blushed, looking away. She had always wondered about Arral’s body beneath the robes. While Degi wasn’t as concealing in his manner – he was dressed in a tunic, breaches, the whole ensable – she still did wonder. After all, learning the truth about Arral had been so...

Her cunt clenched at the memory.

Her cheeks burned silver, while Degi paused a respectful distance away.

“I came alone. He trusts you. Citri trusts you. Ruti trusts you. But I need to know more,” he said, quietly. Cae saw the lines there – she was sure that the others didn’t fully trust her plan. How could they? She had explained so little, they had had no time to talk after she had organized the snakes and got them swept into a proper barracks. She had planned to give them a quick rundown after dinner, once she had rested and set her mind to order. But Degi was the Baron of Despair. And sadness, it seemed, meant looking forward as much as backwards.

She quirked her lips slightly. “I was going to tell you after dinner.”

Degi actually looked aside. “Ahem.” He coughed. “I ... suppose that is true. But...”

“Did you simply need to see me in the bath?” Cae asked, smiling slightly. She had found it was growing quite entertaining to tease these demonic men. She had never imagined it would be such joy, to see them squirm. But it was. Her body ... was desired. And she liked it. It was something she still had to get used too – but every tentative flex of that little social power made her feel more and more like she was flying. She shifted back, leaning her head against the lip of the bath as she peered up at Degi.

“I’ve always thought that men and women and everything in between were at their most honest when they were ... naked...” Degi admitted. “And in a position of weakness.”

“Shouldn’t you have brought chains and cages, like you did with Arral.” Cae grinned. “Though, I lack the equipment for a cage.”

“ ... you are aware that there are chastity belts for women, yes?” Degi actually dropped to a crouch, bringing his eyes not quite on her level, but close. Cae blinked, then flushed.

“Ahem. No.” She admitted.

“Strange, you’re the angel,” he said.

“Well, if they’re anything like his cage,” Cae said, quietly. “I think they’re not actually for chastity in the slightest.” Her eyes sparkled as she lifted them up to Degi’s eyes, meeting facets with glimmers of amusement. “In Heaven, we wear neither belts nor cages, and yet, still manage to avoid carnal relations through prayer. Contemplation. Very cold beds.”

“Is it Ruti or Citri who fucked a sense of humor into you?” Degi asked, his voice sarcastic, wry, crackling with amusement – like striding through an autumnal forest. Cae laughed, then sighed.

“A melange,” she murmured. “Reading, seeing, realizing.” She shook her head. “I...” She hesitated. She had never told anyone what she had been about to simply let slip her lips. But Degi would understand. Of anyone, she was sure. “ ... I always had urges. A love of mortals. And...” She blushed. “Once, I was punished for my mistakes in Heaven – by chains and nudity and whips. And ... well...” She bit her lip. “I think you are aware of what those sensations might create.”