Chapter 18-470: Lands Down Under, Part Two (1/2)
Legion put their foot down, and the stone trembled, POOM!...
It wasn’t difficult. Their current Landbound Pact was to Africa Herself, and that meant power over Her earth and stone. Their foot came down with pressure equal to what they could lift, braced against their ability to fly, and the equivalent of ninety thousand tons of pressure radiated sideways out through the rock, instead of making the stone explode under their hoof.
It was just like something very big and very heavy, weighing nigh as much as an aircraft carrier, had taken a step forward casually.
POOM. POOM. POOM...
The stone shook around them, force guided smoothly away and not threatening any integrity, but dust was shaking loose, pebbles were skittering, and the tiny living things were skittering about in agitation, especially the many, many spiders and scorpions, who were being bounced around unmercifully.
The larger ones were feeling those vibrations and the power behind those steps, and retreating, wanting nothing to do with this visitor casually striding forward, regardless of her apparent size.
The path was completely apparent by the passing of countless generations upon the stone. Spiders and scorpions of sizes from miniscule to cattle-sized hurriedly withdrew from the sight of her passing, bracing them in little crevices and cracks, abandoning webs which were silently bursting into flames from just a glance of silvered eyes.
Daisy and Lillabelle shared most physical control and interactions with others. Daisy had built up the Courtesan and Diplomacy Ranks to their limit of 21 with Expert Levels, while Lillabelle did the same with Dance and Versatility with Song Ranks subbing for Sense Motive and Bluffing.
Daisy’s Skills were naturally the foundation for their Night Rose Ranks, Skills, and Masteries, with a terrifying ability to manipulate and command others that was only fueled by utterly devastating supernatural charm.
Really, they didn’t have anything to fear from any humanoid being on the planet. They had quietly proved that against Cultivators, Buddhists, Fiends, and even Old Gods... although it wouldn’t necessarily stop some aggressive amorous intentions, they weren’t in any form of lethal danger.
They didn’t think this situation would be much different, given the character of the city of drow behind them.
Totally familiar with the passageway from tens of thousands of trips of supplication here, they strode confidently towards the chamber where the drow of Yvradimyae came to pay court upon their demigoddess protector, or report news to her.
The chamber was large enough to hold a thousand dark elves, but had no guards save the creatures that were now cowering in their caves and crevices. Silvered eyes looked about at the many, many webs festooning the place, covering the place in strands thick enough to support spiders who might weigh tons, but none of those creatures were visible here as demonic fire simmered in their gaze, and slowly set the whole mass alight.
“We are waiting,” they Stated, voice modulated on all the levels to make blood sing and hearts race. The stones rang with their voice as they left the ground, the ringing of their steps becoming pulses of displaced air compressing beneath their hooves blasted out and stirred the remnants of webs and stones in the chamber.
Legion stopped below the stone balcony that Nkissa was prone to deliver her blessings and torments from, uncaring of the many-eyed creatures peering at them in terror from all directions. Unlike humanoids, there was no attraction to their impossible beauty and grace, only recognition of power and a threat on so, so many levels.
They heard the quiet, careful scuttling. There was fear, but there was also desire, and frantic curiosity over who had come here. Legion waited calmly, and soon enough a large many-limbed form darted forwards into the open, pausing only at the edge of the balcony, staring at the drifting vision before her.
Legion could naturally remember seeing the ‘demigoddess’ many, many times, so the scorpion/spider tauroid appearance of Nkissa held no surprises at all. Her body was long and flat in the manner of a hunting spider, with eight spider’s legs and a more armored body, a scorpion’s gleaming, razor-sharp claws, and the classic arching tail with the curving stinger to deliver lethal venom to her victims.
She had the upper body of a four-armed drow female, gleaming jet of skin and silken-hair long enough to be deemed a cloak, topping her arachnoid lower body where she crouched, trying to conceal the trembling of her desire and fear. She was also inhumanly beautiful, moving with insectile grace and precision, the cold and emotionless bearing of a spider queen, and six extra crimson eyes accented the two staring elven eyes staring at Legion in disbelief and intense desire.
“Leashirka?” the goddess of Yvirdamyae gasped in disbelief, staring at the draconic demoness with her high priestess’ face and glowing silver eyes in front of her, that frill and crest glowing with so much suppressed energy, and the air trembling with her breathing...
“Only my face, Nkissa,” her Priestess replied through Legion’s lips, smiling. “I was Consumed by her a short time ago.”
The tauroid fey’ri flinched in shock, but she did not flee, utterly captivated by the sight before her. The great draconic wings with their patterns of silver, Hell’s red flames, Storms’ cerulean and electricity, and the crystalline lines of an Earthen Pact, slowly spread wide to fascinate and mesmerize her, massive and radiating an impossible strength and power, as if one beat of them was enough to bring down this cavern. Nine draconic tails, their tips glowing with a crimson light that matched burning Tats around her nail-biting hips, were up and poised with a threat far greater than her one mere poisoned stinger.
“My, my guards, my adherents...” the arachnoid fey’ri gasped, staring at the display before her. Her eight legs tensed as if about to run, but could not move, even as Legion took a step forward.
“We are also here, goddess,” they said through Legion’s lips, all at once, and the fey’ri shuddered from head to toe. “We are all here, our goddess!” 14,637 voices said all together as four more arms unfolded below Legion’s two, and the fey’ri tried to lean back... and instead found herself leaning forwards, her arms reaching out to intertwine with the four extra arms obviously brought out just for her.
The last pair reached out to caress her face with gossamer and steel, so much threat, so gentle, that the fey’ri shuddered to the ends of her many limbs. Reaching tails with scales that could slice stone like cheese drifted down along her sides and the sensory hairs on her legs and lower torso, great killing sensations stretching out with terrible, perfect intimacy in ways she could not resist.
“Who, who are you?” Nkissa protested, not even able to struggle, all eight of her eyes fixed on perfect lips. The long-fingered hands were wrapped about her head gently, so gently, and irresistibly bringing her in closer to them, clearly unafraid of her venomous kiss.
“A rhetorical question, my goddess,” Legion replied throatily, and guided their lips together.