Worlds Inside

The Harem of Maelys Part 4

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

Characters: #Gaelle #Carys

The rain had long since cleared by the time Carys made her way down to the bailey of the Ebon Tower to deal with the remaining demon hordes. It had been several days since Mistress Maelys had returned with their latest addition; longer than would normally be considered safe to let the beasts run free, but there had been the possibility that Lord Goulaine's army would follow them, so she'd let them stay until it was clear no reprisal was coming.

Despite her innumerable journeys into the dark lands inside Maelys and her own interactions with the Mistress's many children, it was nevertheless strange to behold them in the cool, clear morning light. They stood and lazed in the castle courtyard, splayed on the stone, hunched over perches on the walls, hanging from the black walls like enormous horned gorillas. Some played simple games, others occupied themselves with sex. Their dark skins, jet scales, and ebon horns glinted in the sunlight.

One noticed Carys as she floated down from the Lowest Gate, and soon they were all clamoring like so many excited puppies. Puppies the size of oxen and strong enough to obliterate stone, but puppies all the same. She alighted on the ground in the bailey, letting them pounce on her and lick and play with her for a while, their heavy bodies almost grinding her into the stone. Some of the more aroused ones rubbed themselves on her naively and she was sorely tempted to take them up on the suggestion, but now was not the time. They needed to be sent home before other cosmic forces took issue with them.

After their greeting, she teleported above them, flying once again, and pointed down below herself, tracing a circle with her finger. The incantation took several minutes, but by using the longer one, she avoided expending unnecessary energy to open the gate. Below, a black portal ringed in purple glyphs and light opened, and the demons began to file through. Some slunk down like reprimanded children, while others leap through with enthusiasm, but soon there were no more demons in the castle bailey of the Ebon Tower. Once again, the only energy that could be sensed would be from Carys, until she made her way back inside, at which point the castle would be invisible to mortal eyes and common scrying.

"That was amazing!" said a voice behind her.

"Gaelle Salbris. I see you're finding your way around now. How does your body feel?" Carys asked, floating back to the entry way of the Lower Gate where Gaelle stood watching in a spectacular white confection of a dress. She blushed as Carys moved forward through the air: wearing only a long black cloak that blew in the wind, her supple purple skin was plainly visible in the sunlight, as were the purple curls of her many glowing tattoos. The only thing that was hidden was her head and face, covered by the deep shadows of her enormous witch hat.

Carys smirked. "You seem to be adapting to the place, but not the people."

"What? Oh... Well, it may take me some time to get used to the... freedom of Mistress Maelys's harem."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure Mistress finds it endearing." Carys alighted on the step, finding herself almost a head shorter than Gaelle. "Were you always this tall?"

"I think I've grown since I arrived. I don't know how to stop it."

"So you are having problems controlling things. I thought you might. It's Aurelie's first induction, after all. She probably hasn't explained much yet."

"Uh, no... In fact, the fairies in the halls told me that I should seek you out to learn what she wasn't able to teach."

"Aurelie is perfectly able, just not as experienced. Let's go back inside. I'll help you. Oh, would you also like to have sex? I'm sure you could use the energy."

Carys paused and turned back around to look at Gaelle, who was holding her hands over her bright red face.

"I will never get used to that."

Gaelle followed Carys into her chambers, which were substantially different from the chambers of the other girls in the harem, including her own. Most of the others that Gaelle had seen were variations of the same richly-furnished medieval style that she was used to, but Carys's room was more of a cave, dark, close space festooned with arcane charms, floating glyphs, flat sheets of glass with sigils shining from them, and various other esoterica.

"It's a little cramped, I know. Something to drink?" she asked, passing over a cold metal cylinder. Gaelle stared at the soda for a long while, utterly puzzled. "Pull the tab up on the top."

The spritz of carbonation surprised Gaelle, who was still trying to wrap her head around the objects in the space. She made a tortured face as she drank, then savored it and drank again with more caution.

"It's called a soda. It's from another world, one very different from our own." Carys settled into a nest of strange fabrics, her huge tail wrapping around her like a cat curling up on a bed. "I'm Carys, and my Black Name is Euphemia. I'm the witch of the castle. I manipulate the great magics for Mistress Maelys, so that she doesn't have to."

"A pleasure," said Gaelle, who was taking to her soda with enthusiasm now that she was getting used to it.

"One of the things that I do around here is move between the many different dimensions. I travel between worlds when the Mistress requires. All this makes me something of an expert on the magical goings on of the Ebony Tower and the Harem of Maelys."

Gaelle nodded, tearing her eyes away from a trio of fairies she'd spotted quietly masturbating each other in the nook between several vials of colored liquid. Idly she wondered if the human-sized women ever did things with the fairies, then she pushed the thought away to concentrate on Carys. Her eyes fastened on her nude, pale purple skin that peeked from under her cloak.

"The urges are getting stronger, aren't they?" Carys asked, as though reading her mind.

Gaelle studying her hands, forcing herself to nod.

"That's perfectly normal. The ritual that you performed imbued you with a small fraction of Maelys's power, and with it, some of her desires, which are endless. That's not to say you have no control over your desires, but just that they're growing stronger. It's fine, Gaelle. I know this won't help yet, but there's no need to be embarrassed about your desires. Indulge them when you choose. There are plenty of willing partners here. Just don't let them control you."

Gaelle nodded again, trying to internalize those words and release her shame.

"Now, Maelys is the center of the harem. It's her power we all draw on. Imagine it like several cups of wine. Maelys is like the wine bottle, filling each cup up. But we can also fill her up too. When she takes in a new member of the harem, she makes them immortal and imbues her with a fraction of her power. Doing so drains her greatly. So she sips from each cup to regain some of that power, and the others share with the newcomer. The most enjoyable method is through sex, but there are other ways as well."

Gaelle nodded slowly, processing the events she'd recently experienced through this new lens. She let her eyes wander between the fairies and the hint of the smooth curve of Carys's mound.

"Fighting also drains our powers, so when someone returns from battle we also make love to recharge. Battles were rare until the Church of the White Gods game to the land of Celtica. Before, most of our battles were waged in other worlds."

Carys noticed something in Gaelle's gaze, or perhaps read her mind again. "It's alright, if you'd like to experiment, I can continue to explain. Once I'm done, we can get more intimate. Hyacinth, would you and the girls like to move closer so she can watch you?"

The tiny fairy in the middle replied "Certainly Mistress Carys," and led her two friends into the air near Gaelle before resuming their delicate threesome. Their sparkling wings made it possible to achieve positions that would have been difficult without flight. Gaelle, casting another glance at Carys, pressed her fingers between the folds of her dress, inhaling the sweet aroma of the fairies.

"We draw our physical forms from the power Maelys has given us," Carys continued. "Though some came into the harem from shapes other than human. But your adaptations are your own, and you can direct their development with willpower and a clear picture of what you want to achieve."

Carys distracted Gaelle from the fairies by removing her hat and cloak, showing off her entire body for the first time. Her lavender skin was covered in curling, tentacle-like tattoos that glowed in the darkness of her chambers. They were more dense on her arms and legs and tail, and completely covered her hands and feet and the tip of her tail. She had short, wavy, voluminous white hair about down to her chin, and from her head sprouted two long, down-swept ears. Like the others she'd met so far, her body was completely hairless.

"You'll find that certain adaptations occur incidentally. You're becoming stronger, for example, whether you consciously choose to or not. Tougher as well."

"What should I choose?" Gaelle asked, looking at the fairies, at Carys, and thinking back to Aurelie and the others. Besides the fairies, the others were all unique, though they shared certain common features.

"That's up to you, of course. It seems that Mistress has planned for you to become a capable fighter, so that'd be a place to start. We can discuss some of the more advanced adaptations and magics some other time."

Gaelle's gaze returned to the fairies, the wet legs intertwined as they held themselves aloft. "...I mean... sexually."

"Ohh, right. Well, that too is up to you, but I can tell you certain things that Maelys likes. Before I do, though, consider that not everything you do must be for her. Priscilla, for example, takes her relationship a bit too far. Maelys is a creature of choice, and though power does stir her, blind worship is one of the few things that she doesn't enjoy much."

Carys held her hand out, and the fairies flew to it and alighted, pressing their tiny bodies against her slender fingers.

"You've already seen many of the thing that Maelys likes. She uses her tentacles to penetrate, she enjoys athletic bodies and tails of various kinds, and she likes to trade fluids, though she's mostly the provider of those fluids. She has a forceful streak, but mostly keeps it in check to keep herself from harming any of the ladies. She has a fondness for bending the willful to her will, and for teasing the easily embarrassed."

Gaelle licked her lips, watching as the fairies each orgasmed against Carys's hand.

"But you'll also notice that every woman in the harem is quite different. It's important to stay true to yourself: she's not fond of repetition, and we do our best to provide her--and ourselves--interesting options. We'll all be around for a long while, after all."

"What about the fairies?"

"They're not technically part of the harem. They live here, yes, but they don't each have a covenant with her. They're more like guests, or perhaps vassals. Obviously they have their own sex lives, but they do occasionally participate with the rest of us. Carefully."

Gaelle thought quietly for a while.

"I think I may have an idea..."

"While you consider your options, would you like to make love?"

Muscling her embarrassment aside, Gaelle nodded. "I would like that."

Carys's kisses weren't as forceful as Aurelie's but they were no less passionate. Carys was a gentle soul, and she took her time. As they kissed, their tongues met and danced, caressing each others' lips. Carys pressed herself against Gaelle, her supple, floating body tender and warm. Gaelle, still dressed, couldn't help but run her hands over Carys's smooth skin, exploring her back and arms and legs and tail softly as Carys began to undo her clothes. With a gesture she summoned a number circular glyphs around them, and from each slid a bundle of tentacles, each somewhat similar in shape to Maelys's tails. But these were docile, helping Carys to remove Gaelle's dress.

They continued to kiss until Gaelle had been reduced to her underwear. Carys guided Gaelle's hand to her breast and mound, then ran her palm over Gaelle's white panties, playing her fingertips down her thighs and across her stomach as well.

"Mistress also has a thing for underwear," Carys whispered, stimulating Gaelle's mound as she did the same. "Particularly tight, wet panties and stockings." She slipped her hand inside, stroking Gaelle's lips directly and licking her tongue again.

"Is that why so many of the girls can..."

"Ejaculate? Partly. But also because she and the others just enjoy it." She caressed a tentacle near her face until it fired ropes of sticky cum across her face and down her breast. "I, for one, love to be covered. Especially in Maelys's fluid."

Gaelle bent down to lick Carys's breast, cleaning the cum from it and tasting it. It was similar to Maelys's, but not the same.

"It's not as bad as the men that I've had," she said, kissing lower and lower. She couldn't resist Carys's soft skin and kissed along the glowing runes, working her way slowly towards where she was fingering the witch. "In fact... it's good, in a lustful way."

"Well, if you can change your body, changing your flavor is trivial," Carys replied, her hips rocking in anticipation. She stroked another tentacle until it fired its own load all over her mound. Gaelle took the hint, licking her clean all the way down to the witch's smooth slit. She stuck to the outside at first, moistening her outer lips with saliva entirely before daring to explore deeper. When she did, she started low, lifting Carys's hips so that she could start with the perineum. With each long lick, she opened Carys slightly more, teasing her hot inner lips. She licked deeper and deeper, into her inner lips across her urethra, then deeper, into her tight vaginal opening, playing her thumb and fingers against Carys's smooth mound until her tiny clit was swollen and begging for attention. Another tentacle shot its pearly load on her hood, drawing a small orgasm from Carys just before Gaelle's tongue arrived.

Instead of cleaning her up, Gaelle let the sticky fluid coat Carys's soft, smooth body as she licked her clit. She used it as lubrication as she rolled and flicked her tongue, taking her time. Carys's sensitive body shuddered in another orgasm, surprising Gaelle with how quickly she came. She backed off a bit, allowing Carys to ride it out for a while without breaking off completely.

"Do you cum like the others?" She asked, teasing Carys sweetly.

"Hnn--n-no, I, ah... I'm too sensitive. I'm more of a receptive lover. But if you're thirsty, you can drink from the tentacles I've summoned while I pay you back," Carys said, using her tail to maneuver herself upside-down so that she faced Gaelle's moist panties.

Gaelle might have hesitated if it weren't for her previous experience with Priscilla, but instead she opened her mouth and invited one in with wet licks. She took hold of two more in her hands as Carys placed her hot mouth on her crotch, soaking her panties even more. She licked through the silky fabric firmly, so that after a few moments, Gaelle's underwear were transparent with sticky wetness and revealed the pink of her lips beneath.

The tentacles stroked through her fists, writhing around her face and dripping their slime onto Carys's vulnerable pussy as Gaelle sucked on the central one. It glided in and out of her mouth, grinding itself against her tongue. She concentrated on allowing it deeper, hoping to encourage her own adaptation, and was pleased to find that it was working; she gulped the squirming thing deeper and deeper into her throat with less and less trouble. As Carys stripped her of her soaked panties and kissed her labia deeply, Gaelle felt the bulbus tip of the tentacle catch against some deep part of her throat as it pulled backwards, which caused it to quiver deeper. She felt warm liquid pouring down into her and she moved to keep stimulating the tip which kept it coming inside her.

Having been so focused on the tentacles, Gaelle's own orgasm came as a surprise. Carys had been teasing her openings with her fingers as she sucked her clit and licked her folds, then suddenly she was clenching in ecstasy as the tentacles in her hands came on her face and on Carys's pussy. Fantasizing about doing this for Maelys, Gaelle kept the tentacle in her throat, swallowing load after load as she learned to stimulate a phallus with her neck muscles. Finally Carys gave her a second orgasm and she couldn't maintain her concentration any longer. The poor abused tentacle slithered out of her, coming on her face one last time as it escaped into whatever dark dimension Carys had summoned it from.

Carys wiped her face and licked her fingers as Gaelle caught her breath and tried to get her head on straight again.

"Let's see what you think of being the top," Carys said, tracing a glyph on Gaelle's mound from below.

Gaelle gasped. "What are you doing?"

"Just giving you a chance to try penetration," Carys said, using her fingers to draw forth a magical phallus from Gaelle's pubis. "I left the rest of your anatomy alone. Wouldn't want to overwhelm you so soon."

Gaelle made a plaintiff whimper, trembling as her new penis became almost painfully erect in Carys's sticky hand. Slowly, Carys began stroking it from below, pointing Gaelle's tip at her mouth just in case. Despite her uncertain sounds, Gaelle couldn't help but rock her hips, sliding her member against Carys's glowing purple palm harder than either expected.

"Hgfff... It's--so good... so good," she repeated, thrusting faster and harder. Her tip touched Carys's lips, but Carys held her back just long enough.

"Sit upright. Look down at me," Carys said, stroking Gaelle as she sat back onto her feet, her hips still jolting with each movement. Gaelle gazed down at Carys's smooth lavender skin covered in sticky ropes of cum, at her smooth mound coated in slime, her slender legs as they slid together sensuously, her small but perky nipples, and her thick, long, wriggling tail.

"Now shoot it on me."

Gaelle had no choice. One stroke and she erupted all over Carys's body, arcs of her semen spattering across her legs and hips and belly and tail as she growled with the effort. It seemed to go on forever, each pulse slowing and pushing her further and further from sanity. Eventually Carys relented and squeezed the last drops from her tip releasing her from her clutches.

Gaelle fell backwards against the clutter of the wall as her senses reeled. It took her several minutes to come to, but the penis was still there, slightly flaccid.

It didn't last long. Carys scooted forward on her back just far enough to lick Gaelle's tip. She toyed idly with the ejaculate that covered her body, smearing the pearly substance around as she gently fingered herself. Gaelle's penis leapt to life again as she watched.

Carys opened her mouth and laid her tongue over Gaelle's tip, inviting her inside. Gaelle obliged but she had to hold herself back from surging forward lest she hurt Carys. She let herself move slowly, carefully, waiting for Carys to stop her, but she never did. Working in and out a bit, she made it all the way inside, shuddering mightily as the tip of her penis pushed past that tightness in the back of Carys's throat.

Still fingering herself, Carys guided Gaelle's hands to her slippery little breasts. She rocked her head opposite Gaelle's movements, encouraging her to push harder and speed up. So enthralled was she with the sensation of Carys's deepthroat that she didn't notice the tentacles until they were pressing their sticky way inside her ass and pussy. Tightening everywhere, Gaelle's thrusts quickly reached a crescendo. The tentacles pumped their seed into her and she pumped her own into Carys's throat, her tip repeatedly violating her tightness as she screamed in rapture. Her strong hands held Carys's slick breasts in place as the rest of her twisted in her own orgasm, fingers working at her purple clit as her tail lashed against the confining walls. And still Gaelle kept coming. She flooded Carys's throat over and over, shuddering with another spurt every time the tentacles delivered another juicy load into her clenching holes.

Some time later, Gaelle came to with her head lain across Carys's warm stomach, fingers running through her hair. For a moment she couldn't determine whether the whole thing had been a dream or not, then she caught the scent of their lovemaking. Nervously she checked her hips for a penis and found none, not even the mark Carys had used to summon it.

"Don't worry. It's gone. Purely temporary. I just wanted to show you what's possible."

"Oh..."

"You sound disappointed!"

Gaelle turned to hide her blush. "Maybe a little."

"Well in that case, come back tomorrow and I'll draw you a more more long-term rune, if you like."

The two lapsed into comfortable silence for a long while.

"How do I make myself tougher?" Gaelle eventually asked.

"Practice with Aurelie or Margot."

"No, I mean, um, for Maelys..."

Carys peered down at her over her breasts for a moment, a look of puzzlement on her face.

"Sexually?"

Gaelle nodded.

"You need to say more what you mean," Carys chided. "Speak your mind. But anyway, I supposed practice and intentional adaptation would do the trick. Maybe Raluca can help you, it's her penchant to push others to their limit. Maybe by trying to outlast her you can increase your stamina."

"Do you think Maelys would like that?"

"What, a girl with a lot of stamina? Of course."

"I mean someone she doesn't have to hold back on."

Carys raised an eyebrow. "You may have underestimated some of the others, but yes, I think she'd enjoy that greatly."

Gaelle folded her hands, thinking, planning. Slowly, an idea of her future self was beginning to develop.