Chapter 99

Lady Vemlynn meditated in darkness, her pearl skin sheathed in shadow. Sweat clung to her heavy breasts and streamed down to her toned belly, her dripping sex teeming and roiling with coiled strands of pure malevolence, ever hungry for more light to darken.
In the silence, the voice of her mistress and master seized her, their double toned notes making her curl with pleasure. She sighed in joy and pushed her pouting bosom out as the tingling sensation of their spirits moved up her flesh.
The Light Fae greatest defense against the Shadow is no more.
Vemlynn's black lips quivered with desire, her chin moving up as she felt an invisible stroke against her graceful neck. "What is your desire, mistress?"
Go with the rest of my emissaries and give the Light Fae nobility... their gifts.
Vemlynn eyed the velvet bags in the corner of the room, and the hard glints of the smooth objects within. A sinister smile came over the woman's features. "It will be done."
Lady Ayla Sunsworn came to Lady Vemlynn's summons with utmost haste. She hailed from one of the Light Fae younger noble families, and as such was one of the more fervent supporters of peace with their shadowy kin.
Led into Vemlynn's suite by Beira, it did not strike her amiss that the maid was always full of such strange smiles in these days of reconciliation, nor was her suspicion raised when the young Fae locked the glassy doors behind her, figuring the matters to be discussed could not afford to be interrupted.
She was flattered that such a high ranking noblewoman of Dark Fae society had chosen her to idle the time with while the long desired peace came to its conclusion.
"Welcome, Lady Ayla of the Sunsworn line." Vemlynn sat in the darkness, her upper half as black as pitch, only where the light intruded did she shine as the pale moon. Ayla's eyes fell to the woman's creamy thighs and long legs bathed in dim light, her awe stirring as she saw Dark Fae's upper body writhe and bend in the shadows. "I am so pleased you deigned to accept my invitation."
Ayla bowed as low as she could. "It was no trouble at all, Lady Vemlynn. And please, the pleasure is as much mine as it yours, to meet such a distinguished lady of your people." She brought hersFae back up, finding hersFae entranced by the supple movements of the shadows around Vemlynn's bare and round breasts. "But what, may I ask, is it that brings me to enjoy your company."
"Gifts." said Vemlynn through her teeth, making a sibilant sound. "The gift of gifts to be precise."
"Gifts? What kind?" Ayla's curiosity and something else... compelled her to step forward.
What little light was left in the room guttered until only a faint golden amber glow hung around the ground, such that Ayla was the brightest one in the room. "The only one that matters..." said the Dark Fae. She threw something from her perch and it landed softly at Ayla's feet. "Open it and tell me what you think."
That sixth sense native to all Fae rose in Ayla's heart, her intuition screaming that something was terribly wrong. She knew Dark Fae were strongest in shadow, but rationalized it as how Lady Vemlynn was most comfortable. And more than that, this was a time of peace.
Wars required soldiers.
Ayla suppressed her doubts and picked up the smooth bag, relishing its luxuriant feel against her fingers. She pulled a bejeweled egg from the sack, its shell shining like polished violet steel, its circumference gilded in loops of swirling silver, each flourish punctuated with studded rubies.
"It's beautiful..." she said, gasping as she felt a pulse within the egg, not unlike a heart.
"They are said to be gifts from Kromoth to the Scorpion Queen, that which he gave to attain ultimate wisdom." Vemlynn smiled as Ayla's hands quivered to the egg's weight, her eyes dilating. "The Scorpion Queen repudiated him and buried the eggs deep under the earth. He took her eyes in retaliation, and with them, knew the end of all things."
Ayla no longer heard Vemlynn's voice, entranced by the liquid quality the steel seemed to take. She brought her face closer to the egg, oblivious to how the rubies began to glow in rhythm to her heart's pulse. Heat raced along her skin, the thudding in her head quickened in anticipation of something her conscious mind could not fathom.
All of the sudden the egg's smooth surface spewed a torrent of violet liquid across Ayla's face, clouding her eyes with shadow. The Fae noblewoman cried out in sudden ecstasy and collapsed to the ground.
The egg rolled gently along the ground, its circular silver work cinching tight, cracking the thing along the middle to the hiss of shadow. Vemlynn watched on with aroused curiosity, strumming her sopping sex, not knowing exactly how the inevitable would happen... only that it would.
"What's happening..." moaned Ayla, her world lost in shadow in peculiar pleasure, blinded and insensate. "Help me, Vemlynn."
"Patience, little one." panted the Dark Fae, gasping as she saw articulated tendrils slip and solidify out of the cracked egg. "Soon... soon, it will be too late."
A breath later, the thing from the egg had fully materialized. It hissed and corrupting fluids drooled on the carpet. Vemlynn cooed in delight at the sight of the twisted thing. It was oily black and in the shape of a scorpion, only its stinger was like a smooth tendril while a long, probing tongue from its head coiled lasciviously.
Ayla gasped when its glistening tongue swept up her feet, wrapping around her calf, coating it in shining shadow. The beast hissed hungrily and then scrambled up over the maiden's body. Its hot and wet feet skittered over her toned belly, droplets of inky darkness rolling across her immaculate skin.
Her stomach sucked in to her surprised breath at the tickling and warm sensations sparking desire along her nerves. The beast never gave her chance for another breath and jammed its long tongue down her throat.
Her cries were muffled underneath the beast's kiss, her limbs thrashing for a moment in panic. And then a bizarre gurgling sound emanated from the dark creature. Hypnotic and peristaltic pumping motions moved down the beast's tongue and into its victim's mouth. Vemlynn looked on in perverse delight as Ayla's throat rose and fell to each gulp of the animal's shadowy nectar. Ayla twitched, her sounds of confusion dimming as her eyes rolled back into her head, her body falling into a relaxed slump.
The beast, sensing it had sucked the fight out of her, wrapped its legs around her torso, squeezing tight against her round white breasts, covering her chest like some oily black rib cage. Its curiously shaped tail, meanwhile, arched between her slacked legs, shaking with excitement before her wet slit.
Slowly it slid its tail into the woman, without resistance, spilling dark fluid all across the carpet and her inner thighs. The creature withdraw its tongue from her mouth, allowing a small amount of syrupy liquid to bubble past her lips; Ayla's eyes glassy and distant.
And then the beast's tail went through the same pumping motions as its tongue did... only there was something more this time. Something alive. Vemlynn knew the writhing shapes well and sighed in excitement.
Ayla's numb legs kicked weakly, in panic or excitement, Vemlynn could not tell which, as the first of the beast's vile delivery made its way into its host. As the thick slugs pushed themselves inside her, their wild squiggling motions excited her with riotous abandon. Her back arched and her lips quivered with desire.
And though the creature tail was buried deep in the noble woman's pussy, the sheer amount of slithering life could not be contained. Slugs that were squeezed out of her flowing sex instead crawled up her slick thighs, sliding across her skin and wriggling into her belly button.
Vemlynn watched as Ayla's skin slowly darkened, losing its light, her blank face slowly adopting a mindless smirk of pleasure.
The woman writhed slowly along the lush carpet, numb and helpless, her moans as gentle as her arousal. But once the slugs channeled Kromoth's power, she convulsed, her lusts inflamed with an all consuming ardor. Eyes widened and she clenched her teeth.
She gurgled and her overfilled throat spewed more black nectar across the floor. Senseless fingers pulled at the beast on her chest, yearning to squeeze her nipples. Her big round breasts were flushed, the milky softness of her plump ass cheeks reddened, like a primate in heat. Dramatic shivers moved her body as orgasms thrilled her flesh.
Vemlynn heard the semblance of words try and rise through the primal animal moans and grunts of Ayla's mouth. The voluptuous beauty leaned down to the twitching and all too trusting Fae, her giant pale breasts hovering just above the gullible noble woman's face. "What was that, sister? Speak up."
Ayla's eyes snapped open, cruel and black, reflecting the light with a hard glint. "I SEE THE TRUTH NOW! There is no peace without Kromoth! And there will be no world without Kromoth!" She lolled her neck over to the side, her deranged smile revealing black stained teeth. "I see it now... how we must spread his gift. The Light Fae must feel this, to KNOW this! They will give in!"
Her gibbering was punctuated with a long and husky moan before her eyes glazed over once more, black drool streaming past her lips and into the valley of her fattening tits, of such a discrete size before, now turned into hefty slopes of curvaceous flesh, crowned with black nipples that seemed to spread inky darkness to the surrounding skin.
Vemlynn rose above Ayla and stared at the rest of the eggs. "Yes, sister. And you will be the one to deliver your kin into darkness... with our...
Gifts."