The Knight and the Acolyte Book 7 Chapter 9: Illusive Dreams by mypenname3000
Angela and her companions are lost in the Mirage Gardens. Assaulted by illusions, they have no idea what is real and what is fake. , The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Seven: Illusory Passion
Chapter Nine: Illusive Dreams
By mypenname3000
Xandra – The Mirage Garden
My husband’s cock slammed in and out of my pussy. I writhed beneath him on the silk sheets, his muscular chest rubbing on my small breasts. My cunt gripped his cock as it reamed into me. Chaun’s dick felt bigger than usual. But he was a changeling. He could enlarge himself for me.
The pleasure rippled through my body as I gasped and moaned, slamming into the fog wreathing my mind. Everything was so…hazy since I had arrived in the Mirage Gardens earlier… Today? Yesterday? My thoughts were sluggish, languishing. It was hard to think.
Why was Chaun in the Mirage Gardens?
That question seemed important. But it wasn’t. Not with his cock slamming deep into my wet depths, reaming me, giving me such wonderful pleasure. My hips bucked, and I ground my clit into his groin. I shuddered, savoring the feel of him in my pussy.
“Yes, yes, fuck me, my Husband,” I moaned, loving that word, loving Chaun so much. I was glad he was fucking me and not the master of this place.
“Yes, yes, fuck her, Riad,” Sophia moaned, her words slurred. She writhed beside us, naked and fair, her skin glistening with scented oils and unguents. She had both her hands shoved between her thighs, frigging herself.
“No, no, not Riad…” I managed to moan before Chaun kissed me.
“Fuck your wife, Riad,” Sophia moaned as I melted into the kiss. Questions vanished.
This wasn’t a place for questions. It was a place for passion. I tightened my thighs about Chaun’s waist. My nipples rasped against his chest. My pussy clenched on his dick, the pleasure building and growing in my depths.
Driving me to my release. My glorious, wonderful orgasm.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Knight-Errant Angela
I hated the Mirage Gardens. Nothing was real. Nothing was the same. I had found the piece of the sword. I could have left, but it meant abandoning all my companions who had entered with me and abandoning Sophia and Xandra to Riad’s harem.
It didn’t take me long to escape the room Saniyya left me. What appeared to be a room with no way out save her curtain-like portal to the real world, was all illusion. I struck the wall with my sword and it melted away into a rocky tunnel. Three steps down it, and I was in a pond of lilies, water sloshing about the ankles of my boots.
Every few steps, things changed. I saw corridors made of blue stone, corridors lined with pink silk. I walked beneath grape arbors and through steamy gardens. I found the austere beauty of the rocky wasteland where a single flower grew out of the crack between blood-red stones. Every few steps, things changed.
“Las-damn Saniyya,” I cursed as I took a step. The corridor I walked down became a flowery garden. Birds chirped in the sky.
Every few steps, everything changed, rippled. The place was ephemeral. Smoke. Nothing was real. I might be by Sophia and have no idea she was near me. I screamed her name as I stumbled forward. I took two steps and the flowers became an oasis of palm trees around a pool of cool, blue water. Beyond lay the harsh, white sands of the desert.
I turned around, my sword gripped in my hand. I slashed at the nearest palm tree in anger. Before my blade connected, the world rippled, and I stood in a corridor paved with gold. My sword struck nothing. I swung hard, expecting impact. I stumbled, thrown off balance. As I recovered, I bumped into a wall covered in mosaic of figures writhing on a bed…
Sophia writhing on a bed.
I stared at the image, seeing my naked lover, her brown hair fanned over red silk sheets, her fingers shoved between her thighs, her head turned to her right, staring at the couple beside her. Xandra’s light-blue hair fanned out beneath the form of a red-skinned efreet. He fucked Xandra, her pale limbs wrapped about him.
Yes, yes, yes, my Husband, fuck me, I almost heard from the wall. Xandra’s voice, slurred with passion.
Cum in her, Riad, Sophia answered. Ream her, my Husband.
“Husband?” I whispered, a tear trickling down my cheek. I touched the mosaics, stroking the small, round tiles that formed the larger picture. “What has he done to you?”
A great anger seized me. Sophia was dedicated to Saphique. Her Goddess demanded purity. Sophia could never let a man touch her sexually. When I had been possessed by the karabasan, a male spirit which manifested a spectral cock, I had fucked her. That had been enough to sever her connection with her Goddess. Since she was unwilling, she was able to be restored.
What would happen if Riad fucked her while she begged for it? Would it matter that she was tricked by the illusions of this place? Would it only matter that she asked, that she wanted it, ached for it?
What he was doing was terrible. I roared, all my frustration at walking through this ever-shifting garden mixing with my anger that Riad had taken my Sophia. It was supposed to be me offered up with the others rushing into save me. Not Sophia. She shouldn’t be at risk of losing her powers. This was all my fault.
My sword swung. I screamed. The wall faded away. My sword slammed into the soft loam of the garden. Cicadas chirped. Wet heat rolled around me as the white petals of a lily, cut in half by my blade, fluttered to the ground.
My knees collapsed. How could I find Sophia? How could I rescue her? Tears fell down my cheeks as I pressed my face into the loam. Nothing was real. I didn’t know where I was. The place was maddening.
“Help,” I cried out as my body shook, my armor clinking. “Please, please. Anyone! Chaun! Xera! Minx! Thrak! Faoril! Gods, I need help.”
My fingers dug into the loam as another sobbing shudder wracked my body. “Gods, please, I need your help. Your guidance. Saphique…” I blinked and then lifted my head up, staring at a vaulted ceiling, half obscured by bluish incense curling around it. “Saphique, please, guide me. You have to. She’s your servant. She’s so loyal to you. You can’t let Riad trick her into losing her purity. You have to help me. Please, Defender of Maidens. Please, Goddess of Virgins and Purity. Help me defend her. Guide me through this maze!
“Help me save my love!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Warlock Faoril
“I’m so sorry, Thrak,” I sobbed, kneeling beside his burnt corpse.
I stared at his face, somehow unmarred by the magic which had killed him. Why did I have to be so indiscreet when destroying the illusions about me? Why didn’t I think that my companions might be around me?
Again and again and again I abused my magic. I used it poorly. I hurt others. Killed others. Killed Thrak.
I stroked his face. Emptiness swallowed me. It devoured me from the inside, starting in my stomach and radiating through my body until I was only a husk, a shell of skin. Something foul and depraved. Something that should not exist.