Champion of the Kingdom

[b]The Savior[/b] by Hypnohypno

[b]Chapter 3[/b]

Asiara slowly felt awareness returning, although it was a state of mind that she was not accustomed to.  She didn’t really feel as though she had regained consciousness – things were still blurry, and she struggled to put together complete thoughts.  She still had a vague awareness of her body, she could still feel her nakedness; she could still the feel the snake, wrapped around her, wringing her life out of her; she was still unable to breath; and she was still deeply, intensely, overwhelmingly aroused.  In much the same way that the snake robbed her of her ability to draw in air, the cascade of sexual energy pouring over her robbed her of her ability to think clearly.

But she didn’t need to think, anyway; she could simply revel in this never-ending lust, since her body was no longer hers to control.  Through her sustained sense of erotic need, she was aware that she was moving, that her own legs were carrying her naked body, still bearing the snake, across a grassy field.  And her ears told her that a small army was walking behind her.  Then, she stopped.  Before her, perhaps three hundred yards away, was another army – a large army, full of powerful, iron-clad warriors.  In its midst stood several magi, their robes indicating the power that they held.

Asiara’s head moved, under a power that was beyond her control, to survey the scene.  Two large outcroppings of rock were to either side of her, and from her vantage point she could make out the Sersiphi forces.  A third of them were behind her, and a third on either side – one beyond the outcropping to her left and one beyond the outcropping to her right.  On each outcropping stood a very small band of archers and warriors, not enough to be of any significance in a battle of this size.  The factions to her left and right were clearly going to attempt a flanking maneuver while the middle faction, the one that she was leading, would bear the brunt of the opposing army’s attack. 

Only it wasn’t the opposing army – it was the Annols; it was her own army.  If only she could regain control of her body, she could rejoin them.

But every time she attempted to summon up the willpower to fight the presence in her mind that was controlling her, a ripple of pleasure would race through her, eradicating any thoughts of resistance.  It was hopeless, she was merely a passive observer, bathing in sexual need, as the Goddess Dathaka took her mortal form into battle.

But even in her passive state, Asiara was still capable of examining the battle plan – doing so was, after all, practically second nature to her and required very little focus.  The flanking maneuver would be obvious to the other army, but it was the best possible strategy given how outnumbered the Sersiphi forces were.  There were two critical flaws in the plan, though.  First, the opposing army – Asiara’s army she reminded herself again – was so large that it could easily split into thirds and neutralize the flanking advantage.  Second, the Sersiphi’s middle group wasn’t strong enough to withstand the might of the opposing army’s main force for very long.  Once this faction was defeated, the flanking forces would be vulnerable and helpless.

And yet, Asiara felt a strong sense of confidence in the spirit lurking within her, controlling her mind.  Dathaka believed she could win this battle, and her bravado spread throughout her body – the body she shared with Asiara – and increased the wetness in her sex.  Asiara was fighting to remind herself of which side she was on, but somehow it just felt so good to give in to Dathaka’s control, to let herself revel in the Goddess’s power.

And as she felt herself yielding, she suddenly gained a small glimpse into what the Goddess was planning.  As their minds touched, thrilling Asiara with an erotic pulse of soul-altering lust, Asiara realized an aspect of the plan she had missed before.  From her vantage point, it was clear that the small groups on the outcroppings of rock were a meager band of ill-equipped soldiers.  But from where the enemy – no, Asiara reminded herself, it was her own army – stood, it would be impossible to tell how many warriors the Sersiphi held in reserve there.  They would be wary of fully confronting the flanking forces for fear that doing so would leave them open to another flanking maneuver from what might be another sizeable force.  Dathaka had arranged the field of battle so that it would look like she was coaxing them into a trap, and the Annol’s fear of that illusionary trap would prevent them from actually pressing their very real advantage.

But that still left the other flaw in the plan.  There was no way that the small army standing behind Asiara would be able to withstand the full might of the other army’s strongest warriors.  That battle would be a slaughter and, once it was over, the Sersiphi would fall.

As if punctuating this thought, Asiara heard horns coming from the opposing army.  And then, the steady sound of marching.  The Annol army – her army – was on the move.

Bending to Dathaka’s will, Asiara raised her arm above her head – for the first time, she was aware that she was holding her swords, Phyxilir and Finisher, in her hands, and this knowledge made her feel more powerful, more commanding, and more aroused.  If she could control her breath, she would have let out a long and wailing moan.

With Phyxiler in the air, she signaled to the forces behind her to wait.  And as she waited, she watched as the large army came closer.

As it drew near, it was clear that the Sersiphi were doomed.  The generals of the enemy (her generals, she fought to remind herself) clearly understood the importance of neutralizing this central force quickly.  Spread amongst the regimens of some of their best warriors were three powerful magi.  Asiara recognized them, Islin, Calean, and Mertol.  Islin was an ancient magi, immensely powerful and with the experience of many battles behind him.  Mertol was slightly younger, but had a reputation for being ruthless in battle.  Calean was quite young – a magi of prodigious abilities, he had risen astonishingly quickly through the ranks.  Against these three, the Sersiphi stood little chance.  Asiara scanned the battle field for Partheon, but he was nowhere to be found.  He was probably directing everything from behind the lines, as a sensible leader would.  Not everyone enjoyed the fray as much as she did.

As the army grew very near, Asiara felt the familiar flush of adrenaline flood her body.  This time, though, that adrenaline was accompanied by a hot, intense sexual need – a wave of desire so powerful that only a Goddess could withstand it without her knees buckling.  Asiara’s strategic, military brain was annihilated by that sudden burst of desire.  In just a few moments, Dathaka had reduced her mind to a quivering, lust starved observer.  The battle was about to begin, and Asiara could only watch as her own body, still wrapped in the tense, life-stealing embrace of the snake, launched into action.

As Asiara came into contact with the first ranks, she could see the spearmen at the head of the column stare at her with wild, confused eyes.  Whether it was because they were seeing their own leader, or because she was naked except for a snake, or both, was beyond Asiara’s lust filled comprehension, but soon she couldn’t think of them at all.  As her sword cut the throat of the nearest soldier with a single precise slash, Asiara felt her erotic agony grow in intensity.  When another spearman fell, she grew still more enraptured by her need for release. 

She had no control over her lust filled body as Dathaka used her physical form to cut through the soldiers with a devastating and swift ease – instead, she could only revel in the carnage as each death drove her closer and closer to a new sexual peak that she had never yet experienced.  In addition to Dathaka’s power giving her body a capacity for deadly skill with her swords that even she, the most feared warrior in the land, could never hope to match on her own, the Goddess’s presence within her also opened her body to new levels of erotic rapture.  She had already reached a level of arousal that would normally have been sufficient to push her over the orgasmic edge whether she was willing to let go or not, but now her body was able to go higher, to become even more saturated with fiery, mind-altering need.

And so she continued to cut through the army before her in a state of uncontrolled and overwhelming desire.  Each new death seemed to cause an explosion in her sex and Asiara could do nothing but succumb to Dathaka’s power over her body as her mind was reduced to a quivering, thoughtless vessel of pleasure again and again and again.  For the death toll was astounding.  Asiara’s body, under Dathaka’s control, was a killing machine, moving with blinding speed and frightening effectiveness, she was cutting a wide gouge straight down the middle of the army’s – her army’s – strongest column of warriors.  The soldiers, quickly forgetting that she was formerly their leader, tried in vain to attack her, but with Dathaka’s power controlling her limbs, she easily danced through their weapons while slicing through their armor, running them through on her swords, cutting their throats, or dismembering them with an ease that was, for Asiara, as shocking as it was erotic.

In the dim remnants of her awareness, she was aware of Dathaka’s response to her other critique of the Sersiphi’s battle plan – the middle group of warriors would be able to survive much longer, because leading them was a one-woman harbinger of annihilation, and she was easily turning the tide of this battle.  Asiara felt her body spiraling further and further into the oblivion of a state of arousal without release that her mind could no longer comprehend as her fighting prowess brought about the demise of her own army.

But then, just as she was about to reach the point that even her Goddess-inhabited body could no longer resist orgasm, a new sensation cleared her mind ever so slightly.  An intense heat – not one of arousal, but of actual fire, descended upon her, burning her skin and sending a pain racing through her that gave her mind a new level of focus.  As her vision cleared from the flames that had engulfed her, she looked forward to see Islin, the ancient magi.

The charred earth around Asiara was evidence of the fireball that he had just hurled at her, but Asiara saw that no part of her showed even the slightest evidence of his magical assault.  The ancient spell caster began to chant again, and this time a torrent of lightening coursed through Asiara’s body, once again filling her with agony so intense that she wanted to scream.  But she was not in control of her body, and Dathaka seemed unaffected by the intense electricity dancing through her.

When the electric maelstrom was finished, Asiara saw Islin looking at her in astonishment.  He was panting with the effort of these two spells, and, for the first time since she had known him, Asiara something new in his eyes: fear.  And that fear, even more so than the electricity that had just raced through her, penetrated Asiara’s body, recharging her arousal, and taking it still higher than it had previously been.  Asiara felt her own arm raise Phyxilir above her head and then bring it down in a sweeping arc that cut through the magical protections that Islin had put around himself.  The sword swept effortlessly through the air and, at the height of its arc, passed through the skin of one of the realm’s most powerful magi, beheading him and bringing the mighty sorcerer to his end.

As his head toppled from his body, the intensity of Asiara’s need burst upon her as her body achieved climax.  Her mind failed to comprehend the immensity of the sensation that wracked her physical form, and she lost all ability to know the world around her as her only focus, the only thing that mattered or even existed to her, was soul filling, rapturous pleasure.  She could feel her sex squirting her secretions on the blood stained battle fields and her skin burning with an inner heat more dangerous and intense than the fires that had encompassed her moments before.  The intensity of her orgasm was so strong that Asiara seemed to be swept away by it, even departing the physical body that the Goddess was making such effective and erotic use of.  Asiara, lacking any control of her body, was able to focus every part of her mind on the pleasure she was feeling, and she simply became that pleasure – there was nothing else for her to think about, nothing else to know of, nothing else to be.

How long she remained in this state she had no idea, but eventually, the level of her arousal diminished enough for her to realize that her climax had passed.  It had not, however, dampened her sexual need, nor had it prevented Dathaka from continuing to make use of her sweat covered body.  As Asiara’s awareness of things other than climax slowly, shakily returned, she saw that in the time that she had been lost in her erotic rapture, Dathaka had continued to cut her way through the enemy forces, and now she had reached a second mage: Mertol.

Mertol wasted no time.  He began chanting and, within moments, skeletons seemed to rip themselves out of the ground around Asiara’s possessed body.  Dathaka set her body in motion and cut these down in moments.  They had accomplished their real task, though, which was to slow her down just enough for Mertol to cast a more powerful spell – one that brought forth several powerful demons to do his bidding.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t account for a key flaw in his plan.  Though these demons were bound to him and had to do his bidding, they quickly recognized that the body before them, though human, housed a deity that they were not at liberty to attack.  They formed a defensive perimeter around Mertol, but made no aggressive motions.  The concentration required for Mertol maintain to control of the demons, though, was substantial, so he was now stuck motionless, fighting to control the very charges that he had conjured in the hopes that they would aid him.  In this focused state, he never saw the short sword that flew through the air and imbedded itself in his chest – sending the demons instantly back to their home plane of existence, and forcing his soul to find another one.

Asiara saw the sword that she threw as it sped through the air, passing between the protective demons, but she never saw Mertol’s lifeless body reach the ground.  Once again, the death of so powerful a foe brought her body and mind to climax, and all she was aware of were stars as the pleasure cascaded over her.  She lost all awareness of what was happening around her as sexual release claimed her once again, trapping her mind in bondage as tight as the snake wrapped around her body.  She felt as if she were spinning, and in every direction was more stimulation; more sensation driving her to a sensual frenzy.

After several agonizingly ecstatic moments, she finally regained a modicum of ability to think about more than just her overwhelming pleasure.  Her body still pulsed with a need greater than any she had felt prior to becoming Dathaka’s puppet, but she was able to make some sense of the world around her again.

As she did so, she quickly realized that Dathaka had wasted no time: she had made her way straight to Calean, the final magi, and the last hope of the opposing army to drive back the Sersiphi.  Asiara knew that this would most likely be the end of the Annol forces that she had led these past few months.  If Mertol and Islin couldn’t withstand Dathaka’s onslaught, then Calean stood little chance.  After all, he was far younger and less experienced than the other magi.

As Asiara saw her body close in on him, she could see that he was finishing casting a spell.  But nothing happened.  As Dathaka closed the final meters between them, both of Asiara’s swords raised and ready to strike, Asiara heard him start on a second spell.  Just as both blades swiped through the air, aiming to cut his body into three pieces, he vanished.  Dathaka quickly recovered from the momentum of the swing and turned Asiara’s body around.

Sure enough, Calean stood behind her, chanting once again.  The spell that he cast took a remarkably small amount of time, especially considering the power that must have lain behind it, for as soon as he had finished, a horrendous roar occurred to Asiara’s left.  Dathaka turned her head to look, and Asiara saw a huge dragon looking down upon them both, it’s talons ready to slice her to ribbons, and its neck recoiling in the way that meant it was preparing to breath its deadly breath.

It only took Asiara a moment to realize how pointless this spell had been – the dragon was clearly an illusion.  But as Dathaka turned her head back towards the young mage, Asiara saw that this simple illusion had already served its purpose.  The spell Calean had been casting earlier – the one that seemed to have no effect – had, in fact, conjured a small magical dart.  Then, when Asiara’s head turned to look at the illusory dragon, he had thrown that dart at the exposed and vulnerable snake head still propped next to Asiara’s right ear.

The dart struck the snake right between the eyes, piercing the skin and killing it instantly.  As the reptile died, its muscles went limp, and Asiara felt her lungs practically erupt as she loudly took in a deep and frantic gasp of sweet, life-giving air.  She dropped both of her swords and she could feel Dathaka’s spirit simultaneously being driven out of her body.  The snake fell from her naked body and Asiara dropped to her knees – but it was Asiara that was dropping to her knees – not Dathaka; her body was her own once again.  She could feel Dathaka’s presence around her, trying desperately to reenter her, to trap her mind once again, to make her body her puppet.  But as Asiara continued to inhale, Dathaka’s hold on her became weaker and weaker until, eventually, with her lungs full of life once again, Asiara felt the Goddess dissipate into the breeze that swept across the battlefield.

Her lungs finally full, Asiara exhaled.  With this exhale came the longest, most desperate moan that she had ever voiced in her life.  Though Dathaka’s spirit was gone, Asiara still didn’t feel completely in control of her body as the sudden overwhelming need that struck her compelled her to immediately begin stroking her wet sex with one hand while the other kneaded furiously at her breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples that, despite all of her previous climaxes, had yet to receive any attention.

In mere moments, Asiara was doubled over as yet another climax threatened to rip her body and her consciousness apart.  With the Goddess no longer inside of her, her body was no longer capable of withstanding the level of arousal that she was achieving.  For several moments, the pleasure pushed her past sanity, and she was nothing more than a helpless, thrashing, quaking body in the middle of a furious battlefield.  Each touch on her nipples spurred her deeper and deeper into erotic oblivion, and the hand at her sex pulled climax after climax out of her.

The intensity of the pleasure brought Asiara to a dangerous precipice.  At the very moment that she regained control of her body and freed her mind from the clutches of Dathaka, she also achieved such an immensity of pleasure that it threatened to warp her mind permanently, robbing her of her ability to ever again think of anything other than her sexual needs.  But Asiara was too strong for that.  She focused on the pleasure, but refused to allow it to completely consume her.  Instead, she used it, channeling the divine levels of pleasure that Dathaka had allowed her, using it to infuse her body with the Goddess’s power, even though the Goddess’s spirit was no longer within her.

As her vision slowly cleared, Asiara could feel both the arousal and the strength of Dathaka’s former presence flowing through her.  She opened her eyes to see Calean kneeling over her sweat soaked body, his hand held high keeping a magical barrier around them both, protecting them from the fighting happening around them.

Asiara did her best to pull herself together.  She stood, taking her swords back into her hands.  She was still shaky from the intensity of the climaxes she had just endured, and arousal still coursed through her.  The exhaustion that resulted from everything that happened to her also permeated her body.  But she had been touched by a Goddess, and she had refused to let all of the resulting power to flee from her as Dathaka was driven out of her body.  Ignoring her own nakedness, she raced beyond the boundaries of Calean’s magical protection and entered the fray of battle.  As she did so, she called a single command back to the mage.

“Tell the factions on either side to engage the enemy at full force.  They don’t actually have any more forces waiting to flank us.  Attack!  Attack!”

And with that, she put her swords in motion.

Never before had Asiara felt so in control of her body.  And never before had her body felt so strong; so fast; and so deadly.  She was perhaps not quite as strong as she had been when Dathaka had controlled her, but her abilities prior to the Goddess’s possession, though formidable, were a mere shade of what she was now capable of.  Moving through the battlefield, she began cutting down the Sersiphi as though they were mere practice dummies.  Here soldiers, recognizing that she was free of the Goddess’s control, began to rally around her, making her the human point to a military blade that cut through the opposition with ease.

Meanwhile, the Sersiphi, now robbed of their Goddess’s leadership and skill on the battlefield, began to panic.  Many of their warriors turned and ran, and those that remained were cut down easily by the well-trained forces of Asiara’s army.  It took only a few minutes for her troops to finish off all resistance, and as they did so, she scanned the other parts of the battle to see how they were going.

They were going quite well.  No longer worried about a flanking maneuver, the factions on either side of the battle had charged the Sersiphi forces, and made short work of them.  Asiara scanned the battle field, trying desperately to find the auburn haired woman who had been behind everything that had happened to her.  She was happy to have turned the tide of battle, but more than anything, she wanted to find that woman.  To make her pay.  To make her suffer.  But she was nowhere to be found.

Though, frustrated at not being able to find her captor, Asiara nonetheless felt a slight thrill at the sight before her.  After coming dangerously close to defeat, Asiara’s forces, with their leader back at their head, had quickly turned the tide of battle and slaughtered the Sersiphi army.  Their rebellion was over.  The battle was won.

But it had come at a heavy cost.  Though the end of the battle had been a dramatic victory, the beginning had taken a far greater toll on Asiara’s forces than she had ever anticipated – and many of the losses had come via her own blades.  Scanning her forces, she suddenly worried that her Queen would be upset – after all, this was supposed to have been a routine bit of policing, not an epic battle.  Soon, they were supposed to invade the Southern Kingdom, but that would be a difficult fight in the best of times.  With a slightly depleted army, that task would be much more difficult.

As she scanned what was left of her forces, the fatigue that had been slowly settling on her body caught up to her in a rush.

With her army cheering her return, as well as their victory, Asiara felt her body give way.  She fell to one knee, then slowly keeled over, feinting as her mind and body could take no more…

(To be continued…)

[b]Author’s note:[/b] If you are enjoying Asiara’s story, there is no need to keep waiting for future installments.  The entire story is available for a very low price as an eBook at Amazon.com and Smashwords.com (under the pseudonym Clare de Luna), and should be available on most other major eBook sellers soon.  My other works will soon be available as well.  I hope you’ll check them out!