Merchants of Death

Although he missed many of the modern conveniences he had grown used to, Doron’s accommodations on the world of Toril were not as bad as the demonic wizard expected. The city-state of Silverymoon where Wolfram & Hart had set up operations on this world was a very cosmopolitan place by local standards, and provided many luxuries to a rich foreigner like Doron. The demon wizard had even been given a human slave girl to see to his every need. A decadent luxury that Doron had not been allowed in the United States where he had lived most of his life.



~But none of these primitive barbarians can make a decent cup of coffee~ Doron thought with self-pity as he looked at the strange looking brew in his coffee cup.





The demon wizard and scholar was currently in the chamber beneath the Hart Brothers jewelry shop that served as a front for the firm’s operations on this world. The jewelry shop actually earned a tidy profit on its own, though most of the revenue Wolfram & Hart earned on Toril was due to their status as illicit information brokers in Silverymoon.



But Doron didn’t care about any of that, and in truth such local affairs were none of his business anyway. Wolfram & Hart had ordered the master of forgotten lore and potent mystic arts to Toril for a far more important reason.



As Doron examined the Containment Cube that held the Phoenix Force and its host, within the massive underground chamber that functioned as Wolfram & Hart’s main laboratory on this world, he realized the terrifying truth.





“Oh my god…the magic of the Cube is failing…the Phoenix Force is forcing its way out.”



Doron’s colleagues, the demonic, human, and elfin Wolfram & Hart employees that the firm had assigned to the project stared at their peer in shock. Amazed that one of them had finally said what they were all thinking out loud.



But though all of them wished that they could dispute Doron’s argument none of them could.

The Phoenix was on the verge of escaping her prison.



*****



Using the money that Mystique had stolen from Jake Hopper the universal travelers had secured passage on a merchant caravan heading to Silverymoon.



They would have had to leave Green Haven soon in any case, for the village was in an uproar over rumors of a blue skinned succubus who was seducing and sodomizing innocent village men that she caught alone. Such talk had destroyed what little tolerance the village had for outsiders, and Mystique and her companions were definitely not welcome anymore.



Now Sage, Cyclops, Storm, the Frost family, She-Hulk, Mystique, and their cybernetic Terminator servants were all riding along in the horse and ox drawn wagons of the caravan. Wearing long gray robes (that they had purchased just before leaving Green Haven) to hide their more exotic features, except for Mystique whose own body could be a better disguise than any mere clothing.



After conferring with the telepaths in their group the shapeshifter had assumed a form that seemed to be the ideal of feminine beauty for most of the men in the merchant caravan. This made it easy for Mystique to charm the traders and the men working for them.



The shapeshifting mutant was currently talking to such a man. The driver of the lead wagon in the caravan, a wiry looking old human male who handled the reins of his horses with effortless skill, and who didn’t bother to hide the lust on his face as he stared at the beautiful female sitting beside him. As they traveled along the dirt road through the wilderness Mystique found it all too easy to worm important information out of the horny old man.



“So you think that all these recent attacks on merchants going to or from Silverymoon are the work of orcs?” Mystique asked in a husky voice.



“Of course…the stupid beasts have made war on all of us now” the old man replied. His voice filled with hatred.





“But I thought that the orc king was negotiating for peace…that the kingdom of Many-Arrows just wanted to peacefully coexist and trade with the other kingdoms” Mystique answered. Saying the unfamiliar term with care.



“KING!…Obould is no king…no damn orc can be a real king” the horseman said with a sneer. His body language seeming to reject the very idea.



“But what if he is sincere?…what if the orcs really want peace?” Mystique said insistently, wanting to know if her suspicious regarding human/orc relations on this world were true.



“He isn’t…brutes like that always lie” the old man said angrily.



“You’re probably right…but what if somehow the orcs really do want peace…what then?” Mystique asked in a gentle tone.



The old wagon driver violently shook his head. Having trouble even considering such an idea. After a long moment he looked forward and said softly as he gazed at his team of horses “well I figure that humans and other decent folk don’t owe such ugly creatures anything…regardless of what we put on paper right now…and if the orcs are too stupid to know their place then they deserves whatever they get.”



Mystique, who had suffered hostility and even violence in her youth simply because her appearance was so strange by human standards, found herself sympathizing with the orcs, and with their apparent desire to take want they wanted and needed from the humans around them by force.



*****



The relationship between Emma Frost and her daughters Sophie, Mindee, Celeste, and Phoebe Cuckoo had evolved considerably over the course of their multiversal journey.



With Sophie in her womb it was virtually impossible for Emma Frost to keep her thoughts and feelings from her four daughters. The Four-in-One had become the Five-in-One again; with Emma being the dominant part (usually) of the powerful group mind the telepathic females could form.



Sharing such a strong mental link, Emma found it easy to teach her telepathic techniques to the four girls, and after nearly half a year they had mastered virtually all but the hardest of Emma’s telepathic skills. Emma Frost had even discovered and brought to the surface an ability to change into a diamond form (like herself) that all her daughters possessed. Allowing Emma and her daughters to be superhumanly strong mentally and physically.





But the Five-in-One shared more than powers and skills, they shared memories and feelings too. After all her time as a part of the Five-in-One Emma Frost had shared virtually all her secrets and memories with her daughters (just as they had shared theirs), from her privileged yet unhappy childhood to her escapades as the White Queen and instructor for Generation X. Though Emma Frost was able to keep a few of the memories she considered most shameful secret, such as her coldblooded murder of her sister Adrienne Frost.



But despite her greater experience and telepathic skill Emma Frost couldn’t truly control how her relationship with her daughters changed and evolved, and it quickly became closer and more intimate than Emma had ever planned for or imagined.



Sometimes it seemed like they shared the same mind AND body. Emma would experience the aches and pains of Mindee, Celeste, and Phoebe’s simultaneous periods while her daughters would feel Emma’s morning sickness and the other symptoms of the former White Queen’s seemingly endless pregnancy. When it came to emotions things were even more confusing for the Five-in-One, for the linked telepaths could experience each other’s emotions while at the same time provoking them. For instance if Mindee said something to make Celeste feel sad then Mindee and everyone else in the Five-in-One would feel sad, but if one of them cheered up it could change the mood of the whole group.



This deep bond and her unnatural pregnancy made Emma Frost’s life far more complicated. Nevertheless she and her daughters still managed to function pretty well as a team, though their method of coping was unconventional to say the least.



*****



“Oh god yes.”



Emma Frost was lying naked on a rough woolen blanket within one of the horse drawn wagons. Cheap trinkets and knickknacks stacked in wooden boxes surrounded her on all sides, while her equally nude daughters Mindee, Celeste, and Phoebe lay on top of her. Gently caressing their mother’s sweaty, quivering form as she cried aloud at their touches.



“You really like that…don’t you momma” Phoebe said in a teasing tone as she fondled her mother’s womanhood. Gently fingering the vaginal lips with her soft hands.



Celeste and Mindee had their heads bent down to their mother’s chest as they suckled on her full breasts. Drinking the rich breast milk the older woman’s body had began to produce shortly after she became pregnant with Sophie. Emma groaned in pleasure and clutched the beautiful blonde heads closer to her chest, squealing in surprise when Celeste gently bit down on the engorged nipple in her mouth.



“You love having us inside you don’t you mom?” Phoebe said in that same teasing tone, as she used one hand to spread apart Emma’s vaginal lips, while the other began to push inside the exposed pink flesh within.



The pregnant mutant began to pant rapidly as her daughter’s fingers were slowly pushed inside her vagina. Breathing quickly as her labia lips stretched around Phoebe’s slender hand.



All the women stopped for a moment to savor the intense sensation of Phoebe’s entire hand resting within Emma’s moist interior. Practically touching the cervix that the infant Sophie lay behind.



~Can you feel me Sophie?~ Phoebe telepathically asked her ‘little’ sister, as she used her free hand to gently but firmly rub Emma’s large pregnant belly.





~Yes~ Sophie psychically replied, as she reveled in the sensory input coming from her mother and sisters bodies, which was the closest she could come to experiencing life in the ‘outside’ world since being reduced to an unborn infant.



Mindee stopped nursing at her mother’s breast to possessively kiss Emma; the older telepath tasted her own sweet milk on her daughter’s lips, and opened her mouth to let in Mindee’s invading tongue. Watching as Mindee’s intense blue eyes seemed to glow only inches away from her own.



Phoebe avidly gazed at her sisters’ willowy forms press against the lush curves of their mother. Smiling wickedly as she slowly withdrew her hand from Emma’s body.



Celeste and Mindee grinned in return as they caught Phoebe’s lustful thoughts. A series of sensual images that the more distracted minds of Emma and Sophie didn’t quite catch.



Phoebe began digging through a nearby box that contained the few belongings that the Frost family had brought to this world as Mindee and Celeste gently guided their mother to her hands and knees. Rubbing Emma’s large belly and speaking to Sophie in a soft mental voice as they did so.



Phoebe grinned in triumph as she found the rubber and latex

strap-on in the box.



Since Emma Frost and the Cuckoos had become lovers Phoebe had been increasingly aggressive in her lovemaking. Sometimes seeming as though she wanted to sexually dominate her mother and sisters.



Phoebe began to fiddle with the harness that would attach the dildo to her body and Emma moaned as she realized what was about to happen to her. Mother and unborn daughter alike quivering in anticipation.



Emma Frost wasn’t quite sure why she allowed her daughters to take liberties with her body that she had allowed no man or woman before them. All she knew was that she often found herself instinctively opening her mind and body to the girls who were increasingly connected to her at the deepest and most intimate level.



Mindee slowly spread apart their mother’s legs as Celeste put her hand beneath Emma’s chin and raised the older woman’s head to give her a deep kiss. Staring deeply into her mother’s eyes as Mindee began to lightly kiss Emma between the thighs.



~Oh god…why does Phoebe always want to do that?~ Sophie thought as Mindee started to finger Emma’s anus. Eventually lubricating the area with her own tongue.



In truth, while Phoebe loved her mother, she sometimes resented how Emma dominated the Five-in-One, this kind of sensual aggression being her only outlet for such feelings of resentment and jealousy.



“Oh god girls…why do you always want to fuck me up the ass?” Emma moaned as she ended her kiss with Celeste to stare behind at Phoebe and Mindee. Watching with knowing anticipation as Mindee performed oral sex on Phoebe’s dildo, taking the rubber phallus deep into her mouth.



Phoebe pulled the dildo out of Mindee’s mouth, watching as the sex toy glistened with her sister’s saliva. Then she got on her knees behind Emma, grasping her mother firmly by the hips as she did so. At the same time Celeste pulled her mother into another fierce kiss and Mindee sat by Emma’s side, cupping the older woman’s heavy breasts in her hands and lightly pinching the thick nipples with her fingers, giggling as the pressure forced a little spurt of milk from her mother’s right breast.



~It always begins like this~ Sophie thought as she felt the dildo brush against Emma’s anus.



As the false penis slowly forced its way into the former White Queen’s asshole, her daughters searched through her memories. Finding Emma’s own recollections of putting on a false phallus and sodomizing her male and female lovers, and using those memories to guide their own actions as they did the same to her.



“Remember how that rich Korean woman squealed when you bent her over the formal table and fucked her ass…she didn’t think Club initiation was no big deal then” Phoebe murmured aloud as she watched the dildo stretch Emma’s anal ring farther and farther apart, wallowing in her mother’s own memories of depravity as she sodomized her.



Emma Frost simply babbled incoherently as her lust intensified and her anal muscles relaxed. So lost in memories and sensations that if someone had asked her right at that moment who she was and where she was she wouldn’t have been able to answer.



Then the distinctive sound of gunfire ruined the mood completely.



*****



Ever since he and his tribe had wiped out the Knights in Silver cavalry unit known as Silverymoon’s Fist things had been going well for the Goblin chief known as Slygrin.



Goblin warriors had rushed to join his tribe, eager to join their destinies to that of the fierce chief who could bring down the elite of the hated Knights in Silver. In honor of his victory Slygrin had renamed his tribe Knights Bane and the ranks of his followers had swelled even further. Soon Slygrin had over a hundred warriors under his command, all armed with the powerful weapons that had allowed Slygrin’s tribe to achieve their remarkable victory in the first place.



But Slygrin constantly needed money in order to keep buying the guns and ammunition that were the key to his success.

So Knights Bane was almost always raiding traveling merchants and minor human settlements. Looting them for coins, weapons, food, and other valuables.



As the large goblin tribe surrounded the merchant caravan that carried the universal travelers, Slygrin and his followers thought that it was going to just be another raid.



“Kill them all” the tribal chief ordered just as his warriors opened fire.



*****



Scott Summers and Ororo Munroe were sleeping in each other’s arms in the back of one of the ox drawn wagons when the all too familiar sound of gunfire awoke them. The battle tested mutant warriors quickly got dressed and jumped out of the wagon.



And found themselves in a scene of carnage.



Most of the horses and oxen were lying on the ground and bleeding, while the majority of the wagon drivers had also been shot down. The merchants and their surviving men were all hiding fearfully in their wagons or simply running around in a blind panic.



Surrounding the caravan were small feral looking humanoids ranging from orange to yellow in skin tone. Virtually all of whom wore little more than rags but who wielded modern looking firearms with experience and accuracy. Doing their best to mow down all the humans before them with their gunfire.



Ororo’s eyes glowed and illuminated her dark face as she called upon the power that was her birthright. Then Storm spoke in a voice like thunder “you have slaughtered our own without cause creatures…now feel nature’s fury.”



Storm clouds gathered above all their heads as the skies themselves responded to the weather witch’s anger.



*****



Slygrin was a remarkably intelligent and tough goblin.

Though goblins were widely considered nothing but stupid, cowardly, and weak brutes Slygrin had strength of body and mind beyond that of most humans. Quickly rising to the position of chief of his tribe through cunning and brute strength.



Slygrin had the foresight to immediately understand the new opportunities the guns that he bought from off world arms dealers offered him. Using the weapons to attack and loot the human, elf, and Dwarf communities neighboring his territory with cunning, ferocity, and most importantly, success.



Every victory fed his ego; every success affirmed his conviction that he was a great leader bringing his people to unimagined glory. Slygrin often dreamed of conquering a great human city and using it as the foundation of a goblin empire, taking his inspiration from the visionary King Obould, who had given the commonly despised orcs the first kingdom of their own in living memory.



But despite all of Slygrin’s courage, ferocity, arrogance, and conviction that he was meant for a great destiny, he was still deeply worried. This raid wasn’t going the way he had planned at all.



The initial phase of the plan had been successful; his warriors had shot down the caravan’s draft animals and their handlers, forcing the wagons to a stop. Then everything seemed to go wrong.



Storm clouds had suddenly gathered in an up until then clear sky, and had begun casting lightning down upon his warriors. Killing the goblins instantly in powerful electrical barrages.



A beautiful woman who seemed too big to be human but too small to be a giant had started pummeling his men with shocking strength. The bullets she was being struck with bouncing harmlessly off her green skin.



Two human looking muscular males had also begun attacking the goblins with their bare hands. But unlike the green woman they always struck to kill, and while they bled every time they were shot, it didn’t seem to bother the strange men in the slightest. Moreover, once they scored their first kills they had immediately taken the guns from their victims and began to shoot down goblins.



There was also a powerful beam of red force coming from somewhere and striking down his warriors, and a strange birdlike creature kept flying off with Slygrin’s goblins, changing into ever more terrifying shapes all while.



These powerful, confusing assaults had taken down over half of the Knights Bane warriors in under five minutes. Leaving most of the goblins still on their feet confused and terrified, some of them had already disobeyed orders and fled the area. But the most confusing and disturbing thing to Slygrin was his shaman’s proclamation that there was no magic in any of these attacks.



“What do you mean there’s no magic!” the muscular chief demanded of his shaman as goblin warriors fell down all around them.



The shaman known as Beareater looked up at the much bigger goblin fearfully. His scrawny body trembling as he replied nervously “what I said Oh mighty chief…I can detect no magic in any of the warriors fighting us or the strange attacks coming from the caravan…I just don’t understand it.”



“But what other than magic could be this damn powerful?” Slygrin muttered angrily as the warriors immediately behind him were fried by a lightning bolt. Then he looked down at the assault rifle in his own hands as a horrible possibility occurred to him.



“IMPERIOUS INDUSTRIES…IMPERIOUS INDUSTRIES ARE SELLING THEIR WEAPONS TO THE FUCKING DAMNED HUMANS TOO” Slygrin roared in anger just as the overwhelming telepathic assault hit him and all his remaining followers.



*****



The goblin warriors of Knights Bane had no defense against the raw telepathic power of the Five-in-One. Their minds were easily overwhelmed by the psychic assault of Emma Frost and her daughters, which knocked out all the goblins that were still alive and conscious.



Sage, who had been busy commanding the Terminators and using her telepathy and other mental abilities to coordinate the attacks of her teammates during the battle, watched with interest as all the goblins still on their feet suddenly lost consciousness and fell to the ground.



The cyberpath was somewhat annoyed that it taken the Five-in-One so long to respond, for she thought that the Frost family should have been able to retaliate and take out all the goblins right away. Nevertheless Sage was generally pleased with how the short battle had gone. None of her teammates had been injured and from the moment that they began their counterattack none of the humans with them had taken a single casualty.



Sage stared at the Five-in-One as they emerged from their wagon. Observing that Emma and her three teenage daughters seemed to be walking funny as they made their way to her position. Catching a bit of their telepathic conversation as they walked over to her.



~Why did you have to push so hard Phoebe?…now all our butts hurt.~



Sage had to repress the uncharacteristic urge to blush. While she had known intellectually about the intimate nature of Emma Frost’s relationship with her daughters for months now, it was something else entirely to have her face rubbed in it like this.



Emma took in the carnage as she stood before Sage. Seemingly unaffected by it as she said to the cyberpath in an annoyed tone

“All this commotion for nothing but highway robbers…I hope the rest of this journey isn’t this exciting.”



The nearby merchants and their surviving servants would probably have been outraged if they had understood Emma’s words; fortunately she said them in English (a language none of the natives understood). Sage simply ignored the callousness of the remark and answered matter of factly “that’s doubtful…other robbers should avoid us when word of this spreads.”



Some of the humans traveling with the universal travelers were now heading out towards the unconscious goblins. This grabbed everyone’s attention when one of them raised his rusty sword for a killing stroke against one of the unconscious robbers, only to be violently shoved back by a shocked She-Hulk.



“NO…killing in battle is one thing…but killing helpless people is just murder” the powerful green woman shouted.



The man she had knocked down quickly got to his feet. His secondhand clothing looking even more ragged after he got up.



“You stupid giant…their just goblins…vermin…killing them isn’t murder…it’s the right and duty of all gods fearing men” the man shouted angrily back. Taking courage from the fact that some of the other servants were coming to his side and voicing their ill-tempered agreement.



“Well I didn’t see any of you MEN fighting the goblins until they were helpless so I don’t think that you have the right to lecture ME…so leave the little guys alone” She-Hulk roared back, and the humans confronting her found themselves instinctively backing away from her obvious anger. Then the tall green woman stomped the ground with her right foot, the powerful impact causing the very earth to quake.



The would be killers fled from the She-Hulk. Having even less stomach for facing her than they had the gun wielding goblins.





~How predictable…girls I am afraid that our dear Mystique has landed us in the middle of ANOTHER race war~ Emma Frost thought venomously to the rest of the Five-in-One.