The Ebon Tower

The Harem of Maelys Part 2

Content Warning: #erotica #smut #weird #monsters #demons #futanari #tentacles #polyamory

Characters: #Gaelle #Aurelie #Priscilla

While the Dark One Maelys had taken her lighting and army with her, the rain remained. She soared through the boiling skies, with Gaelle Salbris-Goulaine tucked safely among her four arms, her great dark wings churning the cold rain around them. Gaelle held tight, her eyes squeezed shut against the wind and the terror of the height.

"We'll be there soon," Maelys reassured. "Though, I would have thought you'd enjoy the freedom of flying."

"This is awful!" Gaelle shouted in protest. "The rain and the cold and the wind, what's to enjoy?"

Maelys chuckled. "What a spoilsport. But you'll take to it better after your body has adjusted a bit."

The wind swirled around them, almost drowning out Gaelle's voice completely. "What do you mean?"

"You'll not live for eternity in a such a fragile human body. You'll be experiencing many changes as you decide how you want to live. You'll understand more when you meet the others."

"Others?"

"Oh yes, you wouldn't think that I'd live all alone, would you? Not with all the others I've saved besides you. No, there are many others, but only a few still live in the castle."

It seemed to Gaelle that every answer only brought more questions, so she resolved to shut her mouth and close her eyes against the rain. After a while, Maelys roused her.

"Look, my castle emerges."

The rain had calmed and Gaelle opened her eyes to a vast, dark, misty forest below. It surrounded a sharp, fractured mountain formed of dark grey stone, atop which loomed a foreboding edifice of black stone. Through the darkness, warm light spilled from the many narrow arrow-slits. Thick walls raced around the mountainside despite the sheer cliffs; Gaelle had never seen a stone structure so big or a castle as impenetrable.

Rather than swooping down into the castle bailey to land, Maelys swung wide past the tower, then up onto a platform that jutted out from the side. The platform was made of the same black stone as the walls, but it was finished with elaborate imagery so complex that Gaelle couldn't process it before she was distracted by other matters. Spidery freestanding torches lit the interior of a grand foyer and glimmered off of couches and settees made of strange fabrics. The walls were decorated with rich tapestries depicting more strange scenes, and a number of creatures awaited within, kneeling.

"Welcome home, Mistress," they spoke in chorus.

Unsteady as Gaelle was from the flight, Maelys held her upright once they'd alighted and gestured one of the dark figures to the side forward. The woman, a servant, judging by her position in the hall, slipped her arm under Gaelle's and helped her up politely. She looked much like Maelys her self, with long black hair, a (single) black tail, and dark horns. She was bedecked in a strange costume, but so were all the others.

Behind them, Maelys stumbled. Instantly every woman in the hall surged forward and even Gaelle was swung around so that the servant holding her could reach for their mistress. She held them off with a clawed hand, gritting her teeth and composing herself as she stood tall.

"Mistress!" a few of the other women cried.

Something's wrong... Gaelle thought. She looks weak... pale for how dark her skin was before. She looks almost feral, hungry.

"I'm fine, everyone. It's just the usual."

"Let us take you to your chambers, milady," one of the servants said. On a closer look, Gaelle noticed that she was identical to the one holding her up; all the servants were.

"Who would you like to attend you?" asked one of the other women. She was a spider demon with the torso of a human female, wreathed in lacy white garments. Gaelle could barely stand to glance at her. All the women were so strange, and she'd been through so much that day already.

As the spider spoke, there was a brilliant flash of movement from the edge of the platform, out in the gentle rain. A golden body alighted on it with a slight grunt of effort, then strode forward to kneel with the others. "Your army has returned, Mistress."

Maelys worked her mouth as though it were dry. "Thank you Aurelie, and everyone else. It's good to be home. I shall take some wine in my chambers. Lisette, Iscah, please join me."

"Yes, Mistress," a young woman with bat-like wings and small horns said, tucking her chin with seriousness.

"Absolutely, Mistress," chirped the other, a girl with the ears and tail of a fox.

"And Aurelie. Please take care of Gaelle after she's had some rest."

"Me, mistress?" the golden form asked. Gaelle couldn't see her from her position, but she sounded surprised.

"Yes. I wasn't able to complete the usual pact, so she'll need her strength before she's able to withstand with the others. Make sure she's not harmed."

Gaelle gulped, but Aurelie didn't seem concerned. Or overly polite; she simply replied "Oh, good point."

With that, the servants split Gaelle from Maelys, who was guided carefully back into a grand, gilt-trimmed door. The other women gathered round as Aurelie stepped closer. The array was utterly bewildering. She was surrounded by demons more fabulous than she'd ever dreamed in her wildest nightmares, and yet they were all smiling at her. The saints would turn over in their graves.

"Welcome, Gaelle. You'll get to know us all soon. For now, you'll be safe with Aurelie," said the spider. Each of the others gave their greetings, some touching her, others bowing or nodding. The two Maelys had called for split away first, then the others one by one, until she was left with a dark servant and Aurelie.

"Want to walk, or are you too tired?" she asked, cocking her head so that her long, slender, golden horns swung in the air.

"I... I'm, uh..."

"I'll take her from here," Aurelie said, easily scooping her up into a carry and nodding her thanks to the servant.

"As you wish, Mistress Aurelie."

Aurelie carried her through the glimmering castle, and the further they went the more she was glad of it. The castle was beyond enormous.

"A whole town could fit in here..." she muttered with wonder.

"Probably," Aurelie agreed. "I'm Aurelie, by the way. Nice to meet you, Gaelle. Sorry about what happened to you. I bet you've got a lot of questions."

Gaelle nodded. "Will M-Mistress Maelys be alright? What's wrong with her?" Once she started, others came popping up. "Was it all my fault? Did my family die? Did you kill all the soldiers? My father was among them."

Aurelie chuckled. "Whoa, whoa, there. Slow down. Here," she said, wheeling them both through doorway opened by another identical servant.

Aurelie settled her on a rich velvet couch and waved a servant over with a towel, and the two proceeded to undress and dry her. Gaelle was too tired to protest, but she felt herself blushing furiously.

"Mistress Maelys is fine, she just needs to rest and recharge."

They swaddled her in blankets and took her to a fabulous bedchamber where Aurelie gave her a deep and unexpected kiss.

"We can talk about the battle some other time at great length, but don't fret. Your family was safe the whole time."

A servant brought her soup, and she'd only made it a half way through before she fell into a deep sleep.

Aurelie was laying next to her, dozing when Gaelle awoke. She tried not to jerk to violently, but an eye peeled open to gaze at her regardless. "Morning," she mumbled.

"Feel any better?" Aurelie asked, yawning and stretching. Gaelle hadn't had much time to look at her full length yet, but now she was surprised she'd been able to take her eyes off of the golden woman. Her smooth, perfect skin sparkled in the morning light streaming through the narrow window.

Gaelle's father had interacted with her very little, but he had at least taken the time to teach her to exercise. She'd always considered herself fit and capable and her personal training had been a point of contention with the other concubines. She considered herself strong for a woman.

But Aurelie was something else. She looked like an ancient goddess, all perfect features, sculpted curves, and supple muscle. She looked like an Olympic athlete from the stories of the ancient worlds. Maybe she is, she thought.

Aurelie's graceful body was barely concealed at all by the gauzy night gown she wore, and it was clear she had no underwear on. Her golden wave of hair nearly reached the floor.

Gaelle remembered the question, and surprisingly, she felt a lot better. She nodded.

Aurelie came over to her and sat next to her, gesturing to the servant again. Then she craned her neck around to look Gaelle in the eyes.

"Before we get started, I want to explain the harem. I don't want you to have misconceptions like I did when I first came here."

Gaelle nodded, tucking her chin and leaning back slightly, as Aurelie had positioned herself very close.

"We're all lovers here, Gaelle. This is a veritable den of sin, as the priests of White Gods would say. You're going to have a lot of sex here. I hope you're not too put off by that."

Gaelle gulped, her face bright red as she avoided Aurelie's intense gaze. "I read the contract. I devoted myself to The Dark One."

"Yes. But she doesn't just rescue you. She brings you here, to her home. We are all hers, just as you are. But we're also... each others?"

Apparently unable to articulate herself better, Aurelie ran a frustrated hand through her extremely long blonde hair. "We're all equals here, under Maelys. We're all her--"

"What Mistress Aurelie is trying to say is that none of the harem care about the White-God commandments, such as their proscriptions about marriage, relationships, or lovers. We are all one, and we love as one."

"Yes. Thank you, Priscilla. And, what I'm getting at is that the others love you too, just like I do. We all share that with Maelys. If you look, deep down, you'll probably find the same is true."

Gaelle didn't need to look very deep. She knew she was attracted to these women, and to the others, and that it wasn't just Maelys's doing. But everything was so new it was hard to keep up with all the changes.

"I'm going to kiss you, Gaelle. Like Maelys, we all share power though contact. My job is to give you strength, so that when you meet the others, you don't accidentally get hurt. Is that okay?"

"But I had questions..."

"I know. We'll answer them all eventually, but for now, it'll be better for you to relax and gain your strength."

"Alright," Gaelle said, closing her eyes as Aurelie leaned in. Her warm lips were soft her tongue passionate. They broke, then kissed again, this time more fervently, Aurelie gathering her close. Gaelle became acutely aware of the touching of their breasts, and let her hands wrap around Aurelie's back.

They broke the kiss again when Gaelle could barely breathe. Aurelie smiled at her. "You should feel power creeping into you," she whispered, running her fingers between Gaelle's breasts and down her belly. Following her fingers, a warmth grew within her, relaxing away strains in her muscles she hadn't even knew were there.

They breakfasted on a variety of fruits and breads, with tart juices to quench their thirst. Gaelle had never drank something so sweet and delicious. When she asked about it, Aurelie said that she'd learn more about that too, soon.

"For now, it's time for some training." Aurelie led Gaelle into another room in her own chambers. This one was surprisingly empty, with only a few small lounges around the outer perimeter and a table with drinks. Aurelie picked a large piece of wood out of the fire and extinguished it with a single breath. Extending one claw, she hacked it into a rough sword shape.

"How do you know I can wield a sword?" Gaelle asked.

"Mistress Maelys always looks into those who might join us. Catch."

Gaelle caught the training sword, but it nearly pulled her arm off. "What is this? It's as heavy as stone!"

"That's why we call it stonewood," Aurelie giggled. "You understand how we give each other power, yes?"

"Through... 'contact?'"

"Yes. Sex, among other things. Your body is still growing, and your powers are just now beginning to blossom. We're going to play a game. I'm going to try to seduce you, and you're going to try to clobber me."

"What?"

"See, either way, you win. You'll get some exercise and begin to train your muscles, and if you can't beat me, you'll get a little more power. Let's play without the clothes though," she said, tugging her own gown off as the servant helped Gaelle out of her own.

Gaelle, adrift in strangeness, hesitated to speak, so Aurelie interrupted. "I'm sure you noticed that it was me who led the demon army. I'm pretty tough, Gaelle. This is more like foreplay for me."

Gaelle gulped. "...Alright," she said skeptically, taking a stance. The blade was heavy enough to make her wrist complain, but she rolled her shoulders and tried to get into the right mood. She took a few experimental swings.

"Here I come," Aurelie said, lunging towards her.

Gaelle brought her sword down on Aurelie's head instinctively, pulling the blow at the last minute in fear she'd knock the other woman senseless in the firs blow.

Instead, Aurelie tossed her head and her horns intercepted the blade. She slipped past Gaelle, her hand sliding over her stomach gently.

"You're better than I expected," Aurelie admitted. Her body grew more monstrous, extruding golden scales and thickening her claws.

Gaelle stepped forward, trying a sideways slash. Aurelie blocked that as well, stopping the leaden sword dead and sneaking a kiss as she spun away again. Gaelle couldn't help but smile, but as she put her hand to her cheek, Aurelie darted in again, sweeping a kick at her legs. Aurelie was on her in a heartbeat, her hand reaching for Gaelle's exposed breast.

Gaelle, moving faster than she thought possible, spun the sword to block, but the fingers of Aurelie's other hand glided up the inside of her thighs as she giggled. Gaelle strained to push her off before they arrived, but they touched her mound nevertheless. With a slight gasp, she swung herself out from under the golden woman and rolled back into a stance.

"It's not fair, you're too strong."

"And you're not sure you want to win."

Gaelle blushed again, embarrassed she'd been seen through so easily. She wove forward, sending several thrusts towards Aurelie, goading her into a corner. At the last moment, Aurelie simply grabbed the blade from her hands and wrapped her other arm around Gaelle's waist. She leaned in for a kiss, and even as their lips touched and their tongues met, Gaelle punched her firmly in the side. It was like punching a solid metal statue.

They split again, and Aurelie tossed the sword back with a satisfied smirk, unharmed, of course. Gaelle shook her head, but a smile was growing on her face. They clashed again, and this time, Aurelie groped her ass hungrily. On the next go around, Gaelle almost managed to hit her in the face, but instead Aurelie somehow managed to maneuver so that Gaelle's off hand touched her own groin.

This went on for what seemed like hours. Eventually Gaelle could barely swing the sword any more, and she felt like she might wet herself if Aurelie touched her again. She was panting as much with lust as with she was from the exertion.

She made one last desperate charge, throwing all she had into the blow, which shattered the stonewood sword against Aurelie's scaled arm. Aurelie caught her now-empty hand and kissed her again, gently this time, teasing her mouth with her tongue. Gaelle leaned forward, but Aurelie moved lower, her other hand cupping her breast as she licked her nipple. Without a weapon, Gaelle slid her fingers through Aurelie's luscious hair, pulling her close with gasp.

"Have you had enough foreplay?" Gaelle asked her.

"Sorry, I like it when my prey struggles," she whispered against Gaelle's belly. She kissed her way lower.

"In that case," Gaelle murmured, taking Aurelie's horns in her hands. She pushed back with all her strength, trying to prevent her tongue from making it below her waist. She tilted her hips back as Aurelie pulled her closer, laughing with the chase. Gaelle too giggled, enraptured by the strangely sensual struggle.

Aurelie bent forward again, running a hand across Gaelle's naked buttocks. As she kneaded them, Gaelle almost collapsed with the relaxation of her massage. But she didn't stop there. Her fingers crept between her cheeks, gently stroking and probing as her tongue made it to Gaelle's mound.

"I love the scent of your sweat," she whispered, touching the tip of her tongue to the beginning of Gaelle's slit. Still her fingers gently slid over her anus. "I want to push these into you," she mumbled, taking a deep lick of Gaelle's lips, "but I'm sure our Mistress would like that honor first."

Gaelle was far past any useful opposition, but kept writhing in Aurelie's grip anyway. "Does she like that?"

"Much," Priscilla said from shockingly nearby. Gaelle squeaked in surprise, having completely forgotten about the servant. "We don't put much stock in virginity here, of course, but the Mistress does enjoy giving women their first such experience. She's very loving."

Aurelie shot Priscilla a knowing glance, and the latter stepped closer as she helped Gaelle to the cool floor. As Aurelie licked her outer lips and continued to gently stroke her anus, Priscilla knelt to whisper in Gaelle's ear. "Imagine it, if you will. The sensation of her tongue just... there. She licks you until you can't stand it anymore."

Aurelie slid her a different finger slowly into Gaelle's hot, begging lips and moved her tongue to the girl's hood, where she worked lusciously. Gaelle emitted a quivering moan.

"And just when you think she'll let you orgasm, she withdraws, only to return a moment later. But when she returns, she licks stronger, faster, until you cry out in pleasure..."

Aurelie's fingers followed the story, working deeper and harder inside and outside. Moments later Gaelle was on the very brink of a tremendous orgasm.

"...That's when she slides a slippery, tender, stiff tail inside your anus."

"HIGYAAA!" Gaelle cried out, a ferocious orgasm tearing through her. It went on and on and on as Aurelie greedily lapped at her clit and fingered her precious spot. It wouldn't stop.

"And while you're still cumming, she slides in and out of you, in your ass and in you vagina, until she too cums, her tails filling you with her hot seed. As they ejaculate inside you, they enlarge and stiffen, giving you another orgasm on the heels of the last."

Gaelle lay twitching on the floor as Aurelie withdrew slowly, gently, from her body.

"I'd love to have one myself, but it seems like I've broken my toy," she chuckled.

"Ahh... ahh..." was all Gaelle could say, aftershocks shaking her body.

"I'll take her to her room, Mistress Aurelie, if you'd like me to assist you instead."

"She can stay and watch for a bit," Aurelie said, rearraigning herself. One Priscilla came to help Gaelle up, wiping some of her sweat with a towel, while another laid down before Aurelie, who hitched up her skirts. Holding one of Priscilla's legs up, she slid her dripping mound against the servant's silky panties. The pair's moans intertwined like their legs and Aurelie reached down with one hand. Priscilla gently took two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them as she moaned plaintively.

Aurelie captured her Priscilla's trefoil tail and stroked it gently. The one holding Gaelle brought her over.

"Drink some of--hnn--Priscilla's too, while you're here," she cooed, holding the smooth, rubbery black triangle out to her.

Gaelle took the tip of Priscilla's tail into her mouth, drawing both a gasp from the one helping her and the one who's tail she was fellating.

"That feels wonderful," Gaelle's Priscilla whispered, licking her ear as she did so. "Please, swallow it."

Gaelle nodded, her tongue moving against the soft, writhing tip. Priscilla gasped and Gaelle noticed that Aurelie had slid her fingers into the woman's anus, who, gasping, came in her mouth.

Overheated from exercise and sex, Gaelle then fainted.

After taking a bit collect herself and clean up, Aurelie gathered the fainted Gaelle up Priscilla's lap. "Did Mistress tell you which room she gets?"

"No, but I assume she'll be fine with me deciding. Judging from how she'll be developing, she'll want to stay near you, so she can make use of the training facilities."

"You think she'll be another fighter?" Aurelie asked, following Priscilla out and into the hallway. She nodded at a cluster of fairies and winked at some of the other harem members as they passed.

"Mistress Maelys always knows. She picked you to take care of her, didn't she?"

"It's my first time. Will it really be alright?"

Priscilla patted Aurelie on the head and gestured for her to enter an unused room. "You'll do fine. Besides, there's not much to it. Just act like a good mentor and everyone will help with the rest."

Aurelie carried Gaelle in to the chamber and tucked her safely into her new bed. She placed her hand lovingly on the young woman's forehead, pouring some water and leaving it by her bedside.

As she closed the door, she stifled a tear. Guess I'm not the youngest anymore.