The Burning

Chapter Four

Arsika was held suspended in the air, struggling against the living bonds which held her limbs tightly, restricting her movement. The green-hued tendrils had torn away much of her robes, leaving her in only her boots, bracers, cloak, and panties. Otherwise her rosey flesh was exposed. She shuddered in disgust as the vines slithered over her body, prodding at her and coiling around her prominent breasts, before squeezing tightly enough to hurt. This demon plant was clearly not skilled at seduction, as its attempts to arouse her were crude, direct, and probably instilled by the Orc Warlock who was responsible for this entire situation. This either spoke poorly for the Orc's own skills, or perhaps for the plant's overall capabilities in this department.

And yet, as ineloquent as the tentacles were, their efforts, though alone nowhere near enough to excite Arsika, when combined with the demonic miasma that the elf found herself inhaling more and more deeply and rapidly, were having an effect. Furthermore, there was power flowing through the green tendrils. Just the thought of how much magic was present in those vines, just beneath the surface, and having those vines touch her, and feeling the small discharges of Mana into her body whenever it touched her, sending bolts of pleasure through her, was enough to make her panties damp. There was a growing temptation to stop resisting, and to go along with the moment. To stop holding back, and taste the magic of the demon plant.

The tentacles, or at least the creature controlling them, seemed to be learning from its efforts, and began coupling gentle strokes up her bare sides, and teasing brushes across her buttocks with feathery-tipped tentacles, causing them to spasm, with a much softer massaging motion across Arsika's large breasts. It seemed to realize that Arsika was a sensitive creature, not aroused by roughness and pain like a Sayaad, and was modifying its approach appropriately. The heady aroma of female excitement was beginning to mix with the foul stench of demonic magics, and that combined scent was washing over Arsika, filling every breath with the evidence of her own arousal, and the oh-so-tempting fel energies. She shuddered and tried to fight against her desire, closing her green eyes and focusing her will power.

Every stroke, every touch, was driving her wild, to the point she had to bite her lower lip and draw blood, in an attempt to use pain to distract herself. However, the plant-creature seemed to detect this somehow, and danced tentacles with scilla-like tips across the red-head's inner thighs, drawing a gasp from her as her silky flesh was stimulated. This allowed a thick tentacle to shoot between her temporarily parted lips, and keep any further attempts at biting solely to the tough-fleshed tendril. The vine began to move around inside of Arsika's mouth, and she found herself responding, her tongue dancing with some kind of fruit on the tip of the vine. She tried to stop, but her tongue seemed to be moving of its own accord, licking up some incredibly sweet liquid that was oozing from the partially-grown fruit.

And the entire time this was going on, she felt herself growing weaker. She was not even physically struggling anymore. She was moving in and out of a trance state, feeling blunt-toothed tentacles giving tiny bites and tugs on her hardened nipples, and then hearing the dark speech of Gath'remal in the background, echoing all around her. She knew it was a language that should make her sick just to hear it, but aside from slight nausea, she felt nothing but dizziness, and pleasure. The fruit in her mouth grew at a rapid rate, like the engorging head of a man's member, as her remaining mana and life energies were sapped from her. This caused the sweet nectar oozing from the fruit to become even more delicious, and to flow more freely. Somewhere in the back of Arsika's mind, she realized that this was where the poison called Angel Lust must come from. It was a venom that numbed the mind, heightened physical senses, and induced intense arousal. It was often used to force female slaves to perform, or to simply make rape easier.

Despite the realization she was being poisoned into succumbing to some demon plant's advances, she could only open her eyes part way, and roll them upwards as her head tilted back, flowing red hair hanging in the air. She arched her back and let out a long, low moan around the fruit-bearing tentacle in her mouth. Arsika was rapidly losing her internal war. To outside appearances she had already lost. Infact, she didn't know why her mental shields were still holding. But they were, and they were forcing the plant monster to step up its actions in order to continue draining her. Two smaller tendrils latched onto her elongated, hardened peaks and began to tug on them, the reddened teats and the aureola surrounding them becoming encased in gooey, warm, sucking mouths on the ends of green lengths of flesh. The sensitive nipples were sucked and tugged remorselessly, sending currents of electric pleasure through her entire body, and making her jerk and twitch all over like she was truly being electrocuted.

While Arsika's will was sufficiently strong to shape the flow of magic, to manipulate the universe with Mana, it fell short of what was needed to hold back her addiction to magic itself. One thick vine came up between Arsika's legs and began rubbing back and forth on her mound, driving her wet panties into her slit, and making her hips buck spastically. She screamed out a choked cry around the fruit-tentacle in her mouth as it swelled further, stretching her jaw around the penis-like length. The tentacle even, almost mockingly, began to pump in and out between her pouting red lips, as it gushed the sap that was a byproduct of metabolizing Arsika's life essence into her mouth, to be gulped down like the water of life. Arsika bit down on the tentacle, doing no harm to it, as she struggled with herself. Her hips were moving back and forth on the tentacle grinding itself into her sex, without her permission. Her chest heaved as her tits were squeezed and massaged and sucked on, as she drew in as much air as she could throw her nose. Her back was arching over and over as blasts of pleasure shot through her thighs and most delicate flower like the most unbearable torturer's flames... But this was torture only because she would not give in to what was pleasuring her. She realized that what she was feeling was only a fraction of what she COULD feel if she let down her shields, and that she would be unable to achieve orgasm unless she did so.

The inner struggle ended. She could restrain herself no longer, and began lowering the mental barriers she had erected to seal herself off from the magic in the environment. She opened herself to the Mana in the cave, and was rewarded immediately by a blast of dark energy that flowed through her, over her, and into her, restoring her depleted reserves. The magic energy was so dark and corrupt that a small untouched corner of her mind that retained its awareness shuddered in horror at what had been welcomed into her body, but the rest of her was so overcome by the raw power surging through her that she could do nothing but writhe in ecstasy as she drank deeply of the black nectar, draining the strength right out of the vines holding her, even as they continued to mindlessly pursue their objective.

One tentacle moved underneath her panties, drawing the fabric out of where it was buried between her sex lips. The fruit-bearing tentacle rubbed directly on those juice-dripping lips, mixing its own juice with Arsika's own. It was like a slow, roiling fire had suddenly burst into existence in the Blood Elf's cunt, and with no more barriers to hold her back, she let out a howling scream of pleasure around the tentacle pumping in and out of her mouth, just as the tendril pushed slowly against Arsika's sex, spreading her labia, and worming into her vagina. The tight passage was stretched by the intruding length, and as her ribbed walls clenched and unclenched, attempting to accomodate a very unfamiliar presence, Arsika was finally overwhelmed by the sensations.

She was thrown into a screaming orgasm of incredible intensity, waves of liquid fire flowing through her groin. The Orc Warlock was so surprised by the sudden scream that he interrupted his ritual, and turned around quickly to see what the problem was. When he saw the way that the red-head shuddered as the tremors of orgasm continued to wrack her, and the dazed look on her face, he assumed her expression was due solely to the physical pleasuring of the tentacles and grinned broadly. His grin slowly faded away, however, when he saw how the tentacles kept having to augment the ones already in place in order to continue holding Arsika in place, and continue performing their task.

Muttering a quick incantation, the green-skinned demon summoner focused his senses on Arsika and gasped at what he saw. "What? How is this possible!? Your Mana was depleted! It's back to its full level already! But how!? The plant should be leeching away every ounce of energy you possess! How could--" his eyes widened. "No. No! STOP!" This last shout was in response to the spectacle of the vines holding Arsika withering and dying, turning a sickly white and falling away. Even as the plant died, it persisted in its efforts, and if anything increased them. Tentacles lashed across the elf's fleshy orbs, leaving red marks, and drawing squeals of pain and pleasure from the Elf, while multiple tendrils crept under her drenched underwear and simultaneously penetrated her, shoving their way into her already stretched sex, leaving her breathless. While this was going on, a smaller vine wrapped up her erect clitoris and began rhythmically squeezing and tugging on it.

The Orc stumbled forward, as if he could somehow stop what was happening, only to halt when he realized someone else was in the room. As the green miasma faded, being sucked up by Arsika's body, Aerai was revealed standing in the middle of the ritual circle. She had taken that one moment while the Warlock was distracted to slip behind him. She was holding something in her hand, and wiggled it at the Orc tauntingly, then lashed up her other hand, and blasted the Warlock with a horizontal column of water so powerful it slammed him all the way across the cavern, and washed him up against the opposite wall, pinning him against the stone for several seconds from the pressure, before allowing him to slump to the floor.

Arsika, meanwhile, was in the midst of a mind-numbing orgasm, as she leeched away every ounce of power in the plant. The combination of boundless power and being stretched and pounded and whipped and sucked on all combined into the most pleasurable and most horrifying experience Arsika had ever endured. Another fruit-bearing tentacle found the entrance of her rear, and forced it gooey way into her anus, sending a combination of tearing pain, and fulfillment to Arsika's overwhelmed brain. The tentacle forcefully made its way up her rectum, and then began pounding her just as forcefully as the other tentacles her pussy were doing. The plant continued to die during all this, and even in its death throes it continued to pleasure her, until it could move no more. She was dropped to the stone floor, and lay there writhing as the green fog likewise swirled about her as though she were a bottomless hole into which all the evil energy of demons was falling, into some reservoir of emptiness. The pleasure of the magic was slowly overcome by her returning awareness, and she managed to fight her way free of her feeding instincts, and put back up the barriers in her mind. Eventually, her bellowing lungs obtained enough oxygen that Arsika's brain sent the signals to slow the rate of breathing back to normal. She lay on the floor for awhile, and just took stock of herself, while Aerai approached her.

The ebony-haired elf walked cautiously towards her friend, and asked, "Are you alright?" Arsika took a few more moments to gather her wits, before answering, "I feel sick." Aerai nodded.
"I'm not surprised. You just gorged yourself on an enormous amount of energy. You probably went well past your limits. It'll be awhile before you recover from overloading your system like that." Arsika considered objecting, but instead just nodded her head in agreement. Silently, however, she believed there might be another reason for the intense wrongness she felt. She hoped that it was merely as Aerai said, but the dark corruption seething in her body, settling into its new home, made her wonder just what she had done to herself when she chose to feed upon that plant. A demonic plant whose magic was derived from the power of Sargeras. A power that was now within her.

Arsika pushed aside these thoughts and climbed onto her hands and knees, finding to her surprise that her strength was returning to her already. She didn't feel weakened by the incredible climaxes she went through, or tired by the ordeal in any way. Furthermore, she realized as she extricated the vines from her sex and bottom, and climbed to her feet, her magic addiction, an ever-present spectre in the minds of all Blood Elves, felt completely sated. She felt contented. Like she had drunk her fill of power and needed no more. It was a sensation of fulfillment she had never before experienced, even when she had tapped the Mana of her enemies in the past, until she reached the acknowledged limit of her race. And yet there was another hunger that raged stronger than ever.

Rubbing her damp inner thighs together as she stood there, Arsika tried to quell the burning feelings of intense arousal within her, and focus on the matter at hand. "Where's Arrwynn?" Aerai shrugged and glanced around, before spotting the silver-maned elf lying slumped against a wall. She headed over at a brisk pace, and Arsika moved to follow her, while wrapping her arms around herself, in an attempt to ward off the cold of the cave. When she reached Arrwynn, she saw that the Blood Elf did not appear to be seriously injured. Instead she was quietly snoring. Aerai chuckled.
"Leave it to her to fall asleep in the middle of a battle." Aerai leaned down to wake Arrwynn, and Arsika smirked in amusement, starting to feel better. Almost like this whole ordeal was just a dream that could be forgotten.

But then there was a bellowing cry of rage from behind, and Arsika turned to see the Warlock charging towards the trio, wielding a blade of hellfire. Just as he raised it overhead, prepared to drive it down through Aerai's back, from behind, the red-haired woman whipped one hand up instinctively and released a portion of the Mana she had so recently absorbed. A wave of force struck the charging Orc and pulverized him, sending him hurtling through the air, and slamming into the rocky cavern wall with a sickening crunch, as blood and brains splattered on the cold stone.

Arsika looked at this display for a moment, before turning her green eyes towards Aerai. Aerai was looking back at her with equal surprise. Breaking her gaze, Arsika stared at her own hand as though seeing it for the first time. Aerai spoke up quietly. "That was a very powerful spell that I don't recall you mentioning you learned. What did you just cast?" Arsika looked up, still a bit in awe of what she had just done, and replied.
"It was a shield."
"It was what?" Aerai inquired sharply.
"It was just a Mana Shield. All it should have done was stop his attack. Nothing more." Arsika looked back into Aerai's serious face. Aerai in return carefully measured what Arsika had just said against what she knew of the red-head's capabilities, personality, and what her friend's body language was telling her. She came to a conclusion. Breathing out a hissing sigh through her teeth, Aerai spoke.
"Alright, I believe you. Or at least I believe that that was what you intended to cast, with those intended effects. But we're going to have to do some tests to make sure. If you can't control your powers properly, I want to know about it now, rather than in the middle of combat." Feeling a bit insulted by the insinuation that with all her training and experience she couldn't control her powers, Arsika opened her mouth to protest, but after a moment she closed her mouth again and looked away. She couldn't deny what had just happened. There was something different about her now. She needed to find out what it was.

Down on the floor, Arrwynn rubbed her eyes sleepily as she awoke, and with a yawn, looked up and asked, "Hey, what happened?"

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