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They travelled rapidly to Slaver Town, the world flashing by in what Alyssa thought of as the “seven league boots” magic of the Illusti.
As it was later in the day when they arrived, they set up camp in a nearby hidden valley, with a tent the Illusti had stolen from somewhere.
As night fell the armor inexorably laid Alyssa down on the floor of the tent, and flowed over her mouth, eyes, and ears. She could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing, and was completely unable to move. It was as if she floated weightless, without any sensation.
Then the lightest of touches, caressing her hair, her face, her earlobes. Alyssa moaned, or would have moaned, if her mouth hadn’t been sealed shut. It was an exquisite torture, and Alyssa felt more turned on than she had ever been turned on before, and the touch hadn’t even reached her neck yet.
With frustrating slowness the touch flowed down, caressing the back of her neck, down her arms, gently nibbled at each of her fingers. Bypassing her breasts, the touch explored down her sides and abdomen, down her thighs and caressed her legs, nibbling at her toes.
Unlike a human lover, the armor could caress her all over her body simultaneously.
Slowly, slowly, the touch traveled back up to her breasts, again skipping over her genitals. Alyssa wanted more than she had ever wanted before, would have done anything, promised anything to speed up the pace, and there was absolutely nothing she could do.
Finally, after an eternity of frustration, the orgasm consumed her.
The armor was ridiculously overpowered.
She walked up to the walls of Slaver Town, ballista bolts exploding harmlessly against her. Fireballs engulfed her, and while she was momentarily blinded as the armor flickered down to protect her eyes, she continued forward unharmed, without even a sensation of warmth.
She ripped the gates off the wall and cut through the town like a tornado. She could pick up and throw an arrow as if it had been fired from a bow. None of the slavers or their mercenaries could stand against her.
The Illusti sat on a hilltop outside of town, his white lightning knocking down the slavers who tried to flee.
Alyssa thought about trying to take him out in a sneak attack during the chaos of battle, but if the default mode of the armor was “off”… she could perhaps be left frozen, trapped, without sensation until she died of thirst and starvation. She wasn’t particularly inclined to risk it. Besides, there didn’t seem to be a way to sneak up on him with his watching the battle.
She wondered if last night had been a demonstration of his power, or just a way to power up before the fight.
At the end of the battle the Illusti walked into town. A mercenary came out of hiding and swung his sword at the Illusti’s back. Black armor flickered momentarily into existence and the sword bounced back. White lightning left nothing beyond a smear on the ground.
Soon all the slavers and mercenaries still alive were bound helpless. The Illusti left their disposition to her, and she turned them over to the former slaves for justice.
The freed slaves of the town named the Illusti Liberator.
Alyssa herself was also free, the black armor having been called back to its master. Her belt pouch contained her reward, a king’s ransom of riches from the liberated town. She’d send a share to her friend Marwell, his long delayed finder’s fee.
In the main hall, Alyssa addressed them all, describing the Illusti’s offer.
“So, on the plus side,” Alyssa said, “you get to be invulnerable, have inhuman strength, and sexual pleasure beyond the ability of mortal man to provide.
“On the minus side, you’ll be a slave to an inhuman ancient horror that will drink your sexual energy.”
Most everyone looked back at her in horror.
OK, well, maybe not the best presentation, but it wasn’t her job to talk anyone into anything.
The crowd quickly dispersed.
Two remained: Nali and Cawyn.
Nali’s eyes burned with hatred, and she had argued for torturing the slavers before killing all of them. Alyssa thought she liked the invulnerable and inhuman strength part of the offer.
Cawyn had revelled in raiding the slaver’s hoard, laughing and getting drunk on their stores of wine. Her eyes had lit up at the part about sexual pleasure. Alyssa imagined Cawyn might not mind having slaves herself, if she got to be the slave-master.
The Illusti stepped forward.
Alyssa felt… odd.
Without the armor she felt naked, vulnerable.
Her heart ached at the thought of returning to ordinary sex, never again to experience the pleasure of the Illusti.
She didn’t think she’d like to live in a world where Nali and Cawyn were in charge.
At the last moment, Alyssa stepped up to stand beside the other two women.
The Illusti spoke.
“This is the ancient compact: I will extend the hand of my protection over you, and in return you will give me your obedience. You will become my most prized possession, protected from all harm. As you obey what I require, you will be my Queen-Consorts, with dominion over your own mortal subjects.”
“Here is Alyssa, my First. Nali, my Second. Cawyn, my Third. Together we will speak our vows, and be bound together for all time.”
The three women spoke their vows, and Liberator replied with his.
The armor of desire flowed back to Alyssa, and enveloped her again in its protective, loving embrace.
Next: Chapter Seven
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