In the Jaws of the Lion

The Harem of Maelys Part 6

The characters of this chapter were chosen by the reader's choice poll on /r/stephalopod

Content Warning: #erotica #smut #weird #monsters #demons #futanari #polyamory #magic #slimegirl #roughsex #softvore

Characters: #Maelys #Carys #Maya

Too late, Carys thought, her hands trembling as she waved them and traced seal after glowing seal in unnerving silence of the lower foyer. The vast dark room was empty and cold, and a chilled sweat beaded on Carys's forehead as she worked spells that held the dimensions in check.

The metaphysical chains that bound her to Maelys were already strained to their breaking point, and she could feel them slipping as she pulled with all her arcane might to drag her mistress back to their realm. The barrier spells came loose one by one, each cracking with the force of a bomb. Fell chaos and corrosive energies spilled through as she pulled even harder, leaking through her wards, charms, and enchantments and scouring the empty foyer of anything not bolted down.

Come back, she pleaded.

She hauled Maelys's spirit through the final depths of the labyrinth between the worlds, using every clever spell and arcane shortcut she knew, until the room detonated with the final seal's breaking. Blood-thick darkness flooded the room like a tidal wave, but the roar was not the sound of the chaos, nor the sound of the breaking seal. It was her mistress.

"AAAURRHHHHHHH!"

Thrown free of the rip in the fabric of space by the blast, Carys struggled to right herself in the tides of sizzling nothingness.

The Black Morrigan scarcely noticed the chaos that battered her home. Even hunched, she stood twelve feet tall. In Full Regalia, her true name, Isfet, blazed over her head in crimson so hard and harsh it seared the eyes. Her outstretched wings spanned the entire grand hall of the castle's lower foyer. She roared again.

"MAELYS!" she cried, reaching out her hand to her mistress. She pushed forward, through the waves of chaos, against the seething tides of Maelys's own rage, until she could lay a hand on one of her enormous, wicked, god-killing claws. Ever prepared, her spell went off the moment she touched that black, gnarled, scaly flesh, even though Maelys casually backhanded her through an obsidian column in response.

The spell went into effect almost immediately, but it took painfully long to do its job. Maelys's prana of dark power seeped back into her, and she began to shrink back down to a size that the others would consider normal, if on the tall side. Only Lisette, Margot, and Carys had ever seen her in Full Regalia before, and the sight had almost been enough to cause Carys to faint in pure terror.

But she could not.

Everything's always my job, she grumbled to herself, picking herself up from the lethally sharp rubble of the column and making her way around the colonnade out of Maelys's direct line of sight. Once she was close enough, she began to throw down spell after spell to patch the raging torrent of chaos. Maelys pushed away from the tear, clutching her head and screaming as she continued to shrink and re-absorb her Regalia. Her hair straightened and her claws shrank, and her enormous tail shortened and tamed, its many tentacles losing their barbs and blades.

The last few seals had to be done close, and they took hours. Hours that Carys had to let her mistress lay there on the cold granite floor, miserable and enraged.

When she was finally done, she collapsed. Priscilla, who had arrived shortly after Maelys but had stayed out of the lower foyer until the fatal tides of chaos had abated, rushed to Carys's side, her many eyes affixed on their feral mistress.

"Carys! What do we do? What's wrong with her?"

Carys levered herself up, her hand on Priscilla's shoulder. "Go down to the dungeons and find Maya. She can help. Quickly. Use as many bodies as you have to."

Priscilla nodded, but she left hesitantly, casting glances over her shoulder at the writhing form of Maelys.

"Go!" Carys shouted at her, scarcely taking her eyes off their mistress.

Carys made her way closer, taking care to approach from the front, taking off her large witch hat and her cloaks to appear smaller. Gulping back her fear, she crept closer, on her hands and knees, until she could lay her hand, gently and slowly, on Maelys's shoulder.

It didn't make contact. Maelys snatched her wrist out of the air so fast Carys was sure she'd lose the arm. But she held it there, peering at Carys's glowing purple skin, then at her face, her eyes roiling with blackness and something darker. She blinked a few times, her head shaking back and forth. With another of her hands, she gripped her head again.

"Ghrs," she grunted, her jaw locked down as though to keep herself from biting.

"Yes, Maelys, it's me, Carys. You're home now. You're safe now. Everything's fine. Shhh..."

Maelys's eyes slowly cleared and she let go of Carys's hand. Still she trembled, her body shaking violently. Carys gulped back her fear again and snuggled close, pressing herself into the nook of Maelys's hard, hot body, and wrapping her long, thick tail around them both.

"You need energy, Maelys."

"Can't," she growled. "Hurt you."

"I'll be fine. Please, Maelys. Your energies are imbalanced. We have to stabilize you."

Maelys looked down at her, her face twisted by a mix of carnal desire and protective apprehension.

Slowly, rigidly, she bent to kiss Carys.

Carys melted into her, kissing her deeply and passionately back, hoping to melt the icy defense of Maelys's stiff restraint. She intertwined their tongues, licked her lips and ran her hands softly over Maelys's steaming waist. Her fingers gently stroked at the base of Maelys's tails as she twisted in her arms, pressing her naked body against her mistress's.

They kissed again, and as Carys rubbed her mound against Maelys's stomach, she could finally feel her tails start to react to her touch. Separating one with gentle, smooth strokes, she began to masturbate one of the tentacles. It took a few minutes for it to relax and become sticky, but once it was, she brought it to her mouth. She slid down so that she was grinding her mound against Maelys's thigh and took the tentacle into her mouth slowly and sensuously, maintaining plaintiff eye contact the whole time, begging for her to come.

Maelys's grip was painfully hard as she held Carys and pushed her tail deeper. Her voice rasping, she violated Carys's throat over and over, squeezing her and maneuvering her like she was a toy. She flooded Carys's mouth and throat, then without hesitation swapped tentacles and kept going. With each orgasm, Carys could feel her power draining away, but she could also sense the turmoil inside Maelys beginning to quell, if only a tiny bit.

Maelys grabbed her again, her razor-sharp claws cutting her lavender skin slightly, and forced her face down before her. She applied two thick members, each made up of a twirl of three tentacle tails, to her pussy and ass, forcing them in roughly. Her strong hands held Carys in place as Maelys began to fuck her senseless. Each tail fired inside her, until the cum spilling from her covered both of their hips in a sticky film.

Maelys only relented for a moment, however, just long enough to withdraw and flip Carys over on her back. Then she settled her own pussy on Carys's face and started grinding. As she did, her tails invaded Carys's body again, forcibly writhing inside tight openings. As the sensations built, she introduced more tentacles, stretching Carys's reddened holes to the limit. She came again, filling all of Carys until she was nearly drowning it it.

Maya thought that she'd entered quietly, and she was fairly certain that Maelys was completely occupied with Carys. Nevertheless, she moved slowly and subtly, except for the wake of slime behind her bell-dress-like lower body. She made it to within a few feet before Maelys, finished with Carys for the moment, turned on her. She simply reached out and grabbed her by the neck as though she'd known where Maya was the whole time. She dragged her close, her murky, savage eyes too full of turmoil for her to comprehend. She pulled her into a kiss that tasted like the ashes of dead worlds. Then she understood what Maelys needed.

Maya broke the kiss, twisting her head away to offer her neck the way a vampire's prey might. Maelys hesitated.

"It's alright, mistress. Take as much as you need. I am yours."

Maelys's tight jaw relaxed and popped as she opened her mouth, her silvery teeth extending into vicious transparent fangs. She sank her maw into Maya's exposed neck. Ordinarily, her flesh would have simply flowed around an attack, but her powers and form meant nothing to a true goddess. She bit a large chunk of transparent, sparkling black slime from her neck and swallowed it. Maya thrilled at the sensation and blushed at the sensual, satisfied look that spread over her mistress's face. Maelys came back for another bite, then another, carving away at her shoulder and breast. Meanwhile, unperturbed by her devouring, Maya sent some of her own transparent tentacles to tend to the wounds of Carys.

Sensing her mistress's guilt building as she neared satiation, Maya sent some more of her tentacles to interface with Maelys's. They tenderly intertwined, sliding against and among each other, a writhing mass of sexual pleasure. Even Maelys was unused to such overwhelming attention, and soon Maya had some of her tails shooting her pearly cum into her sticky, gooey body. Reforming her shoulder and torso, she cradled Maelys to her chest, comforting her as she returned to her senses. But she kept her stimulation going, hoping to stave off any remorse she might be feeling. Carys was fine, and cautiously approached their slithering.

Maelys grabbed her, but her suddenness wasn't violence this time. She pulled Carys close, planting kiss after kiss on her face and neck and shoulders. She licked the raw lines where her wounds had been even as they closed up from Maya's attentions.

"Thank you, Carys. I'm so sorry."

"Shh... It's all in the past, my love."

"You too, Maya. I can't thank you both enough."

"Sure you can," Carys said, winking at her.

"I suppose it's been a while since I gave you oral," Maelys admitted as Carys peeled herself away to display her sticky, slimy body for her.

"Same here," Carys said, pushing her back over until she was laying on her tails. Maya's tentacles slithered in amongst them, drawing a gasp from Maelys before Carys had even positioned herself.

Carys came to stand next to Maelys's face, which was just at the level to watch as she began to massage her soft mound. Maelys kissed and licked her thighs and pussy as she came closer, but she wanted more. She lifted her leg and began to straddle Maelys's face, careful to avoid the baroque elegance of her black horns. Maya's sticky tentacles helped lift her up and over her mistress.

"It felt wonderful to be ravished by you again, mistress," Carys whispered, kissing her way down Maely's chest and belly and mound. She licked her moist, firm mound slowly, savoring the rich pheromone scent of her.

"Carys as always been a bit of a cumslut, hasn't she, mistress?" Maya asked, her head resting on one hand as she watched Maelys begin to lick the pink inner lips of Carys's lavender pussy. Maelys murmured her assent into Carys's clit. Two of her four hands gripped the witch's slippery little breasts while another reach out to finger Maya's sticky lips. The last reached up and around Carys's leg and under the base of her thick, lashing tail to finger her anus. She squeaked and moaned into her mistress's pussy.

"...Then again, so am I," Maya continued, tightening her sliding tentacles to draw several orgasmic jets from Maelys's tails. One of her mistress's hands went from Carys's breast to her head as she pulled her in deep and came in her mouth. With each tiny stroke of her tongue on Maelys's clit, her mistress shook again, her fluid soaking them all.

Carys's slippery body squirmed against Maelys's firm abs as she greedily lapped up the strings and ropes she'd missed. She turned back to look over her shoulder at Maelys with a coquettish blush, her open mouth full of Maelys's pearly, sparkling fluid. She swallowed, then licked her delicate lips.

"My turn," Maya said, helping Carys down, where she continued to revel in her sticky satisfaction. From the dark, translucent swarm of slime tentacles that made up her lower body, Maya produced a pair of long, thick jelly penises. She sidled up between Maelys's legs, her fingers leaving sticky trails on her knees, then thighs, then hips. She placed her members against Maely's pussy mound, nestling their sticky firmness into her outer lips and against her clit.

"Hnn... What a treat," she moaned, sliding herself against her mistress's pussy.

Maelys gripped one of the heads and stroked it as Maya moved, forcing her to make them even more stiff and firm, then maneuvered its tip down into her inner lips. She shifted her hips slightly and pulled the other against her anus, then pulled Maya closer with her other set of hands, forcing her penises inside. Her muscular openings were so strong that each stroke squeezed some slime off of Maya's members, which dribbled down between their hips and onto their swarm of tentacles. But Maya wasn't easily dissuaded by Maely's strength. Instead of speeding up, she increased her power from a gentle oscillation to a strong ramming. She ran her slimy hands over Maely's hood as she did so, pleased to see her mistress's pale face finally begin to blush.

Ultimately though, Maya claimed triumph too soon. Maelys let her have control for a little while, and to be sure, she did enjoy her sticky penetrations, but soon she was back in charge, pulling Maya close and guiding her movements with her four hands and gentle proddings by her own tails. It didn't take long for Maelys to end up on top, her muscular thighs tightening and stretching as she bounced up and down on Maya's hips. Not even Maya could take such intense stimulation and she began to shake with an orgasm that almost made her lose her corporal form. Maelys greedily received her fluids, but she didn't slow down. She kept bouncing, slamming into Maya's tender, sensitive hips as she penetrated her with her ass and pussy with her tentacle tails. Maya's delirious cries of ecstasy echoed through the chamber loud enough to hurt Cary's ears.

As Maya's cries died down, other girls began to peek into the lower foyer from around the many columns and doors.

Maelys didn't see lust on their faces. She saw fear. Some of them, she was sure, had been watching since the very beginning. Since she'd hurt Carys. Since she ate part of Maya. Since her unbridled wrath nearly tore the Ebon Tower asunder.

I promised to protect them...

Maelys stood, attempting to salvage some of her dignity amidst the heat of her shame, and left the foyer. She made her way directly to her chambers and slammed the door behind all three Priscillas that had been there preparing things for her return.

She wasn't heard from for months.

Gaelle sat at an enormous window, still sweating from her exertions with Aurelie. Her training had been progressing quickly and already she felt almost a match for her golden elder. But ever since Maelys had returned from wherever she'd been, Gaelle had seen nothing of the mistress she was working so hard to satisfy.

Aurelie came to sit by her, clacking her horns against Gaelle's playfully.

"Still worried about her?"

"Of course. Aren't you?"

Aurelie shrugged. "She's a goddess. In my experience they can be a bit volatile."

"You've met other goddesses?" Gaelle asked, trying to judge whether Aurelie was having her on.

"I wasn't born in this world, you know. I thought we'd talked about this."

"What?"

"I'm from a different world. Carys calls them 'Parallel Dimensions.' Mistress Maelys brought me here because the people of my world cast me out."

"Is that where she was? Another world?"

Aurelie opened her mouth to answer, but Carys interrupted, surprising them both. "No. That time she was... elsewhere. Outside the worlds. In the deep chaos."

"That's cryptic," Gaelle complained.

"No, it's the exact literal truth, such as it is," Carys replied. "If there are many separate worlds, there must be something that separates them. That's where Maelys was. Between them all."

When Carys didn't elaborate, Gaelle prompted her. "Why?"

"That's her true home. The dark power she keeps inside her, it's just part of that outer chaos."

A shiver ran up Gaelle's spine. She felt a rush of vertigo; no matter how much Aurelie or Carys taught her, there were always more secrets.

The three of them lapsed into silence again, watching the dark clouds boil beyond the window.

"What's Maelys's favorite food?" Gaelle asked.

"She has several. One's a kind of rare fruit from another world. Another's a good steak. There are many others," Carys said. "Why?"

"I have an idea," Gaelle said.