The Instrument

Ashe could only watch as the crimson fog began to envelop her body, her arms failing to do anything to the advancing miasma. It reached her face, and her gasping breath brought it to her nostrils. The sweet scent disarmed her, her body relaxing slightly as the mist covered her from knees to collarbone. She felt her chest tighten, her face glow, and her core glisten with anticipation.

She jumped in surprise as she felt something brush against her waist. She couldn't figure out what the something was; it was something she'd never felt before. It brushed against her again, this time her shoulders, a small tendril of the mist retreated back to the main cloud. Ashe felt similar tendrils address her attire, finding clips, buckles, belts and the like. With several simple tugs the cloud had successfully disrobed the princess, her clothes falling to the cavern floor, and her blush deepening as the Shamaness smiled.

"There is no need for modesty here," she laughed, accompanied by a low chuckle from Zalera himself, "Calm yourself."

Ashe closed her eyes and let her head lay back into the joint of the Death Seraph's arm, allowing the cloud to caress her. Her eyes shot open, however, when she felt something entirely different make contact with her crotch A warm, moist sensation wrapped around her bud, gently pulling it taut, and Ashe gave a startled shout, her eyes thrown open. The Shamaness smirked at the queen as she gasped at the foreign sensation gripping her most sensitive and delicate flesh, still gently sucking, suckling.

"And you were amazed at how quickly I surrendered?" the Shamaness goaded. Ashe's core dripped steadily through the mist and onto the cavern floor now, her body burned with lust as the tendrils turned to her chest, the light contact with her nipples eliciting a groan from the resistance fighter.

"Now, you are ready to be played," the Shamaness simply said.

Ashe's eyes lost focus for a moment as a warm, thick member glided against the juncture of her legs, sending an electric jolt through her body and drawing another moan of desire. The tendril slid past the soft burning flesh, past her rear and peaking at the base of her spine, contouring the path of its travels perfectly and driving Ashe higher with an ethereal friction completely beyond her understanding. Her bud danced with the attention it was given, making Ashe squirm around the thick protrusion, heightening her senses further. The other tendrils were relentless in their ministrations as Ashe found herself grinding against the sensations, emitting soft moans all the while. The bulky mass withdrew from her lower cheeks, resting once again on her burning mound, still leaking to the ground with desire. Ashe felt it push against the opening before sliding in for the first time, filling her core with warmth, wrenching a squeal of pleasure each time it thrust against her.

"Yes, sing for us," the Shamaness beckoned, "Let your voice out..." Ashe couldn't refuse, as just like the Shamaness, her voice would stay at one pitch for what seemed like an eternity. The mist inside her began to twitch in a staccato rhythm, providing almost constant stimulation to a certain point in her body. Ashe's reflexive reaction was for her body to tense, her limbs to tremble, and her mouth to let out one, long, solid syllable of perfect pitch and tone, while her womanhood went into meltdown.

Suddenly, the tendril inside her twisted, the others changed their patterns, and her bud was tugged in another direction. Her body was still tense, her limbs trembled more, but her voice heightened, her vocal chords forced to emit a higher note. '-I don't believe this,-' Ashe thought to herself, '-I'm being played...like a piece of music...like an instrument...-' and suddenly realization struck her, just as she bucked in climax.

"I think you have grasped understanding," the Shamaness smiled as Ashe's voice reached a new high, "I am an instrument of my love. I belong to him, but I am not owned by him. I choose to be his, and my choice is rewarded. He makes me feel this each time he draws on my power, and I call that fair trade." The mist shifted again and again, playing Ashe, coercing her to sing a life-filled cadenza, a melodramatic sonata, and finally a mind-numbing capriccio, keeping her at wit's end until the last note of each, only then at which was she given release again.

Ashe panted as the cloud began to give way. Zalera closed his arms, allowing the Shamaness to approach Ashe. She was not entirely surprised to feel Ashe wrap her arms around her lavender shoulders and her lips with hers, a madness gripping the queen stemming from the longest, most rewarding medley she had ever been a part of.