<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/lQZ7l.jpg)<br/><em>Leanna Ini</em><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/P8Gxi.jpg)<br/><em>Priestess's underrobes</em></div>Priestess Leanna Ina lit a third candle and brought it much closer to the ancient scroll than she would normally.  Records this old could go up into a cloud of dust if handled poorly, and bringing flame close to it was dangerous.  But the ancient writing was so old and faded she needed the extra light.  Her eyes were already half crossed because of the close scrawled handwriting and trying to translate it from the old dialect that she was only marginally familiar with.  She squinted and spoke outloud as she translated the ancient text.<br/><em><br/>"...again in the third age.  The portal under the mountain reopened.  From it came those of daemon birth.  These wash across the land with ... "</em><br/><br/>Leanna squinted, but the scroll was damaged and she had to skip ahead to the next legible section.<br/><em><br/>"... a deal was made.  Twice a year, solstice and equinox, tributes would be sent through the portal.  The promise and prophecy was sealed.  One day a champion would arise and would close the portal.  The daemons would remain trapped in their land which ... "</em><br/><br/>She sighed and set the scroll down.  This ancient scroll was giving her little information that she did not already know.  Some time lost in history a portal was opened to a demonic realm, and the demons of that realm invaded the world.  They wreaked havoc and threatened to spread their evil across the world.  But somehow, a pact was made.  Four times a year a young man or woman would be sent through the demonic portal wearing nothing more than the clothing on their back.  As long as a tribute was sent through on the day preceding or following the spring or fall equinoxes and the summer and winter solstices, then the demons would not invade the land in force.  Some powerful magic users could still summon demons into the world, but they would no longer issue forth in a black horde from their portal.  The pact stated that the man or woman must be innocent, and not know the touch of man or woman, being a virgin of flesh.<br/><br/>So the pact held for hundreds of years, and the kingdoms of the land always put forth their young men and women.  Four times a year they disappeared into the portal and never reappeared.  But the demons disappeared from the land, the pact held.  With each sending there was always the promise... the prophecy... the hope that maybe this young man or woman would be the champion.  A single champion that could end the pact and seal the demons away in their world forever.  With that champion, the tributes would come to an end and peace would settle back across the world.  Then,  five hundred years ago the champion arose.  The details about the man or woman were lost to much rumor and speculation, in addition, each kingdom claimed the champion as their own.  But one of the tributes, be it a man or a woman, must have succeeded.  Because one winter solstice, as the tribute was to be made, the portal was discovered to be closed, and there was no sending that year or any other.<br/><br/>Everyone thought the portal would be closed forever and that the demons would never again enter the land.  For a long time they didn't.  But eventually the sex crazed and violent demons and monsters returned to the world.  The first thought was that the portal had reopened, but a journey under the mountain proved otherwise.  The ancient portal to the demon world was closed, the monsters were entering the world somewhere else.<br/><br/>That was when the order of the White was formed.  An order of chaste and holy men and women, separated by their genders, dedicated to eradicating the demonic forces wherever they showed up in the world.  Leanna was one of these priestesses, a talented spell caster capable of wielding holy fire as well as powerful healing magic.  But over the last several generations the monsters in the world have increased and the numbers of the priests and priestesses of the White have declined due to attrition.  It became clear that another champion was needed, that someone had to enter the demon realm and find out how they were entering the world, and stop it.<br/><br/>That's where Leanna came into the story.  She was trained, while not very physically capable, she was exceptionally smart and also a skilled magic user.  While she barely knew which end of a sword to hold and which to point at an demon, she could blast them with holy fire or defeat them with words of power.  In addition she knew much about them, about the types of monsters and demons that the worlds held.  Plus, she was a virgin and at only 22, of the right age to pass through the portal.   The next youngest was in her late 20s, but had known the touch of man before she joined the priestess.  The rest of the White Priests and Priestesess were either too young and inexperienced, or too old.  She was the only choice.<br/><br/>Tonight was the night before her journey and while she should be sleeping, she hoped that she could glean any last nugget of information from the libraries before her journey.  With a sigh and a slight cough, she gently rolled the scroll back up and returned all the books and scrolls back to their shelves.  She might as well get one last night's sleep in this world before her trip through the portal.   There was no information about the world beyond the portal, only speculation.  As far as the records went, no one had ever made it back from that realm and told the tale.  The few reports that there were, were conflicting and often at complete odds with each other, having come from interrogating demons, which were known liars.<br/><br/>Sighing, Leanna returned to her cell and stripped off her white robes.    Her pert b cup breasts with pink areola and small pink nipples were raised with gooseflesh as she removed the robes and bared her body to the cool air in her sleeping cell.  She reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of thick woolen shorts and slid them up her milky white legs to settle about her wide, feminine hips.  Her soft pink vulva was quickly covered by the dark wool.  Like the rest of her order, she followed the practice of removing all body hair from her form.  She'd made sure she was prepared earlier, enlisting the help of some of her sisters in rubbing cream over every inch of her body other than her scalp and eyebrows.  The cream prevented any hair from growing for weeks at a time in a normal person, but the prolonged exposure to the cream led to longer and longer results.  Mother superior for example hadn't used the cream in over two decades, and had not a single hair below her eyes.  Leanna didn't know how long it took the cream to make the hair on a body stop for good, but she'd been using it since she'd become a woman, and figured one last rub down with the cream would be good before she went through.<br/><br/>She crawled beneath the covers and thought about the way that the acolytes had rubbed the cream across her body.  She remembered how despite her training in meditation and concentration, her body had betrayed her slightly.  She'd felt her nipples harden and that ache between her thighs.  Mother superior had stung the backs of her thighs with a cane, reminding her of her duty to keep her mind pure.  Yet, now, as Leanna blew out the single candle in her room and curled her body beneath the covers of her bed, could she do nothing but think about it;  The way the young women had touched her body softly, with the slick cream.  The way they rubbed the cream into every nook and cranny of her body.  The way that her own body had responded, and she had felt her sex growing so moist that the fluids had given her away to Mother superior.  Even the feel of the cane striking the backs of her thighs, now in the dark, made her feel... special.<br/><br/>She felt a heat growing in the pit of her stomach, felt a yearning between her thighs, and then that familiar trickle of moisture running down her thigh into the crack of her ass.  She knew that she could reach down beneath the blankets, could rub that hard pit of flesh, could plunge her fingers....<br/><br/>NO, she shook her head in the darkness and vowed that she would remain pure and fight these feelings.  Her trials began tomorrow and she needed her wits about her.  Clutching the blankets to keep her hands from slipping beneath them, she began repeating the cachetisms and histories that would eventually follow her off into her dreamless sleep.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>So a group of the holy warriors, with Leanna nervously following, made their way deep into the caves and caverns that lead under the mountain.  The journey was difficult, and she was afraid that the monsters would keep them from the portal, but their party was ready.  After nearly a day journey, they stood in the large cavern that once saw hundreds if not thousands of young men and women off to another world.  There in the center of the chamber, a large dark archway of stone.   There was little dust, but then again, there shouldn't be this deep in the caves.  No human had been down here in generations.<br/><br/>They approached the portal and Mother superior faced Leanna, "Are you ready my child?"<br/><br/>Leanna nodded, her face a mask of determination.  She would show no fear, only resolute dedication.  She would be ready.  She adjusted her robes, and settled them about her shoulders.  She could feel the heavy woolen robes of white comfortably settled about her.  Between her body and the heavy robes of course was the sheer silken underrobes that kept the thick wool from her skin.  At this moment she could feel the soft silken underrobes rubbing against her nipples which were hardened from excitement.  She was grateful that the heavy woolen overrobes would cover that arousal, as mother superior probably would not have approved.  She adjusted her backpack as well, solid goat hide cured leather and full of rations and materials she could use to set up a tent and survive in the unknown.  Then with one last touch she felt the medallion that lay between her breasts.  Sitting outside the heavy woolen outer robe, it was golden with a small ruby set among intricate scrollwork.  It throbbed with hidden magics and was her lifeline to this world.  This medallion would allow her to open a portal back to this place when she needed.  The priests and wizards that had crafted it weren't sure how magic worked in the demon world, but felt confident that this medallion should work fine for her, especially since she was so skilled in magic use.   Leanna looked up, "Yes mother superior."<br/><br/>The priests and priestesses of the order arrayed themselves about the portal and Leanna and Mother Superior stood before it.  She leaned in and gave the younger priestess a friendly hug.  "Good luck sister."  Then the older priestess turned to two that stood behind Leanna.  Leanna wasn't sure what was happening, but Mother superior spoke to them, "You understand that after this, you may never return to our order.  You will be praised for your sacrifice, but you will be tainted and must leave the order.<br/><br/>The priest and priestess both nodded their heads, and the priestess spoke.  A woman in her early thirties, a kind plump woman named Rutha, she smiled at Leanna and said, "Brother Petrick and I understand.  But it is the only way to open the portal."<br/><br/>It struck Leanna that one aspect she didn't know about the portal was how to open it.  She'd always assumed that it would just be magic.   But no.  She watched as Petrick and Rutha moved to the other side of the arch and began removing their heavy white robes.  She gasped as the man moved to Rutha once they were nude and began touching her.  Their movements were awkward and unpracticed, and his hand found the woman's hairless sex.  He began stroking it as she reached out and began to fondle his soft cock.  Before her very eyes, Leanna watched as the pair touched then moved to the ground.  Rutha knelt on her hands and knees and nodded, and Petrick knelt behind her.  Then he thrust his hips forwards and Rutha gasped, but the look on her face was one of intense pleasure.  Leanna realized they were fucking as the two began rutting and the rest of the priests and priestesses about began chanting mystical words of power.<br/><br/>Leanna could feel a power, a force building in the deepest part of her guts, and prayed that the portal would open soon.  She felt her desire growing and wanted nothing more than to join the couple, or feel the touch of one of the other priests.  Then as Rutha cried out over and over, Petrick quickly pulled away from her, and holding his slick cock, aimed it at the stone floor between the archway.  White globs of his seed flew and splattered on the ground.<br/><br/>Then it was as if there was a large popping sound and suddenly the archway was filled with a milky white film.  It pulsed and bulged with energy and magic.  Leanna let one hand come up to clasp the talisman about her neck, and taking a breath, stepped forwards into the portal.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leanna tried to scream but nothing happened.  The portal felt like a million insects crawling across her body.  What was worse was that everything was a blinding white light.  Then she realized her hand was on fire... no... her whole body was on fire.  She looked down and saw somehow, through the blinding light, that her woolen robes were on fire.  The medallion she had been clutching was likewise smoldering and burning, and she could feel the stench of her skin blistering.   She wanted to scream but there was no air.  She somehow managed to yank the medalion from her neck.  The golden chain snapped and she let go of it.  There was a moment of confusion as it floated there, in the air, directly in front of her.  But then she was scrambling to pull the burning woolen robes from her body.   Just as the flaming wool cleared her head, the blinding white vanished and she was surrounded by a red haze.<br/><br/>But then she was falling, and now she was screaming.  She was falling through dusty red air.  She saw the flaming robes falling away from her, upwards, and the golden medalion falling away from her as well.   Her body twisted in mid air and she was able to get her feet under her just before she crashed into the mirror like surface of a huge lake.  The cold water felt blissful on the skin of hers that was badly burned, but she kicked her feet, clad only in her silken underrobes and white loincloth, trying to make for the surface of the lake.  Her lungs burning she kicked for the surface she felt like she wasn't going to make it.  She swallowed a lungful of water before she hit the surface and broke through with a gasp.  Hacking up water and gasping air into her abused lungs she looked down to see the faintest glimmer of light fade as her magical talisman fell into the inky black.<br/><br/>Looking around she saw that she wasn't too far from shore.  Sputtering up onto land she had a chance to look around at the surroundings as she spat water and tried to catch her breath.  High above her a milky white disc floated in the air, but it slowly faded away, vanishing into the red sky.  Around the lake a dusky purple grass grew, soft like grass she knew, but the wrong color.  The dirt too was the wrong color, it was a reddish tint as was the sunlight filtering down around her.    Interestingly enough, not far away she saw a large wooden palisade.  From behind the palisade several smoke plumes, cooking fires maybe? Could that be a city of demons?  Had they already set up a fortress of some sort to see the tributes as they fell from the sky?  Or were there people living here?    The thought sent a shudder down her spine and made her realize that the temperature was actually quite warm, thankfully she wouldn't freeze in her soaking wet clothing.  She saw the remains of her flaming wool robe sinking beneath the water, and the backpack she had been wearing had opened, spilling flaming contents into the lake to likewise sink.  But the backpack had filled with air, and was floating now at the very surface of the lake.  She swam to it, unencumbered by what little she wore.  One small patch was still on fire and she dunked it to put it out, then struck out for the nearby shoreline.<br/><br/>Pulling herself up onto the shore, she cried out in pain as burns covered much of her legs and face and hands.  Pushing back the pain, she summoned her healing energy and removed all of the burns, restoring her flesh to it's pristine state.  She sighed in releif, but felt very anxious also.  As she cast the spell, she felt as if it was something that had drained out of her.  It was as if she was a cup of milk that had spilt over, dumping it's contents onto a table top.  What magic she had was gone now, and it wasn't coming back, not here in this place.<br/><br/>She shivered as she tried to figure out what the hell had just happened, where was she?  Why wasn't she able to summon any more magic?  Even the most basic of cantrips weren't working.   Part of her was grateful at least that she'd been able to use that small amount to completely heal her burns.  She realized something she'd read, that part of the pact was that the tributes who had gone through, went through with only the clothing on their bodies.  That must have been why her robes had burst into flame and her medallion had grown so hot it could have killed her.  She sighed and tried not to panic.  She looked around confused at the red and purple landscape.  She was expecting fire and brimstone and screaming souls of the damned.  If this was the demon realm, it looked off, wrong somehow, but not what she had imagined.  The side of the lake looked somehow... peaceful almost.  She took stock of the situation.  She had only her backpack, empty save a flint stone and steel striker and a water skin strapped to the side.   She was soaking wet, her sheer undergarments sticking to her like a second skin and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.  She didn't know where she was, and everything around her looked 'wrong.'  But the weirdest thing was that despite her panic and confusion, she still felt just slightly aroused.  She took a deep breath and centered herself.  Ok, she wasn't going to panic, but what should she do next?<br/>