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Sewers of Harrow. Part II : Horror

The following events take place during Spire of Torment Chapter 24: Tempest’s Seed.

The group continued down the solitary passageway, only the sounds of the water and their breathing filling it up as they remained dejected and silent. A light in the distance signaled a larger hall ahead, like the ones they left behind.

Tereza pointed ahead. “Alright, looks like a second set of large chambers here. If we’re lucky we’ll find an access pipe to the upper levels.”

“We should’ve done something.” Celena spoke, ignoring Tereza’s words.

“There was nothing we could do. Not without a damn map of this place. I’m sorry.” Tereza replied, trying to be of some comfort to the short haired elf.

Celena stopped. “But we left her! We left her to.. to.. get raped..”

Valery put her hand on Celena’s shoulder “We.. we don’t know that. Maybe she’s just trapped, maybe..”

Celena spun around and batted Valery’s white gloved hand away. “What in the hells do you think we heard, you dumb Wayyel bitch!”

“Don’t talk to me like that. I get she was your friend, but we’ve all lost someone in this war. We just have to..”

Celena continued to seethe. “Like you’ve lost anything, guarding the aristocracy in your fancy fucking armour. I bet you thought this’d be an easy rescue and be promoted to Aria’s head slut!”

“I know you’re upset but do not speak of the Queen in that manner!” Valery pointed accusingly.

“Or what? We’re all probably going to die in this sewer anyway! This.. this is Geem’s sick fucking idea of a decoy.”

“Oh so now it’s conspiracy theories too? He would never do that and you know it!”

Tereza turned to face Valery and Celena again and stamped her foot down, glaring at the two soldiers. “Stop it now! I know.. I know it’s hard we lost Zaya.. and if there’s any way we can rescue her after the mission is done we will. But we HAVE to press on and we HAVE to stop fighting each other! That’s what the Kazdruk want, to upset us, to throw us off balance, to divide and destroy us. Are you going to let that happen?”

Celena and Valery looked at Tereza. “No, ma’am.”

“I didn’t hear you. Will you let your fear destroy you?”

“No ma’am!”

Tereza nodded, and smiled, walking slightly ahead of the other two. The first time since they entered the dank and oppressive sewer network. “Commander Geem picked us because he knew we were all capable of securing his escape. He’s relying on us, so let’s go and save our Quee..”

In an instant, Tereza was cut off as a dark creature appeared behind her and with lightning speed wrapped several then appendages around her form and dragged her upwards as she shrieked. Celena and Valery looked on in horror as their commander was taken into an opening in the ceiling of the passage, barely visible in the darkness. Tereza’s screams echoed and her sword fell down, making a splash as it dunked into the water in front of the remaining two.

Valery looked up, trying to find a way to follow whatever had taken Tereza. But the ceiling was too far up and the walls too smooth to grab onto.

“Shit.. oh shit.. shit!!!” Celena was close to hyperventilating as she ran forward. Valery followed closely, both realising it was better for them to be in the open chambers ahead, trying to not give into total panic as Tereza’s screams were abruptly cut off.

Tereza felt something sticky and foul tasting get forced into her mouth, it seemed to bond with her lips and jaw, gagging her. The elven commander tried to struggle and kick, but her arms and legs were held down tightly by the creature’s multiple limbs. She let out a muffled protest as the spider-like entity moved her swiftly through small ducts.

The creature and it’s new prize emerged into the ceiling of one of the large chambers, thick purple goo covered it, along with several fleshy pods. Tereza was disoriented as the demon held her upside down and began spewing more purple goo from it’s abdomen, covering her legs and fastening them to the ceiling, then doing the same with her arms. The creature let go of her and left her dangling, her braided ponytail hanging from her head. Tereza looked down. It was at least a 15 metre drop from the ceiling to the chamber floor and the knee high water wouldn’t break her fall. The webbing that now bound her was the only thing preventing that now, but it seemed impossibly strong and like the goo in her mouth seemed to bind to her skin and armour like strong glue.

Tereza changed her gaze to the creature as it scuttled about in front of her. It was indeed spider like in shape with multiple legs and a large abdomen, but not like any kind of arachnid she had ever seen. It’s skin was grey and leathery, it’s limbs while segmented resembled those of a Keeat hound, and there were only six of them, like an insect. It’s head was demonic, with 3 jewel like orange eyes in the center that looked empty and soulless.

Then, Tereza examined the fleshy pods around her. At first she thought they were just clumps of goo as she was disoriented from being moved about and hung upside down. Now her icy blue eyes widened in horror as she realised what they actually were – people. The purple webbing tightly clung to their forms as they hung suspended from the ceiling as she was. All women, from the looks of it. Some human, some elves, their pointed ears sticking out from their gooey prisons. Soldiers like her? Citizens of Goldulin? Discarded slaves? She couldn’t tell. Some seemed to twitch with movement. Others hung perfectly still. She could even make out some faces through the purple goo. Gagged like her, faces frozen in horror. Some of the cocoons seemed to have large, distended bellies. Pregnant? She thought, and quickly tried to not imagine how that came to be.

Her eyes turned back to the spider demon. It was breaking open another purple pod and feasting on the contents, meat and blood spraying from it’s interior. Tereza let out a muffled gasp, starting to panic – but then noticed the shape of this cocoon was different. Large and dog-like. Probably a Keeat. It seemed this is what the creature used as a food source and not the assortment of women held imprisoned here.

Tereza’s relief was short lived as the spider demon finished it’s meal, cleaned itself and shifted it’s attention back to her. It’s claws swiftly lashed out at her and cut her leather armour to ribbons. Pieces of it fell and splashed into the water below. It soon made short work of her thin undergarments too. When it was done only the tattered remnants of her leggings, shoulders and sleeves remained. Mostly the bits of her armour permanently stuck to the goo-like webbing. The commander was almost completely naked, her body and intimate parts exposed to the dank, hot sewer air.

The spider seemed to pause, seemingly admiring it’s handiwork. Tereza was securely fastened to the ceiling and her body did not bear a single claw mark or scrape. The creature clearly wanted her completely intact, and seemed quite experienced in removing apparel.

It then positioned itself behind Tereza, resting most of it’s limbs on the surrounding webbing and placing two on the elf. It’s large head hovered over her neck. Opening a small 3 way slit that apparently was it’s mouth, full of sharp, needle like teeth. It bit down on her flesh and Tereza felt something warm spread into her bloodstream before the creature withdrew, it’s small teeth barely leaving a mark.

“Mmmf! Mmf!” Tereza protested through her unyielding gag. If she could talk she would’ve spat curses and indignations at this thing as she noticed it’s intent. Something large and hard was growing from it’s abdomen between her legs, right next to her exposed nethers. Her eyes looked down, trying to get a glimpse beyond her own dangling breasts. A shaft, resembling a cross between a penis and an insect proboscis, smaller at the tip and thick at the base emerged between her legs, pointing at her own pussy. Thick white fluid oozed out of it’s tip.

Tereza renewed her struggle against her bonds, now not caring about the likely fatal drop. If she broke free at least she’d take this bastard thing with her, she reasoned. But it was no use. The bindings were impossibly strong and held fast. Tugging on them felt like trying to pry apart her own skin. Even the webbing on her leg armour felt like they had seeped through and bonded to her.

Another wide-eyed, muffled protest escaped her gag as the spider demon pushed it’s member inside of her, parting the petals of her pussy. To her surprise, it didn’t hurt. In fact she found that it felt comfortable.. it felt good. Tereza wondered if this was the result of whatever venom the spider put in her body when it bit her. She groaned and rolled her eyes as the creature filled her, her body feeling pleasantly warm now.

The elf’s blue eyes almost glowed in the dark ceiling as she looked around searching for something, anything to help her situation, but seeing only the female-shaped cocoons hanging still around her. She felt the spider’s member bump against her cervix and yet still, there was no pain. Just an increasingly pleasant warm sensation she tried to deny. The flow of semen-like fluid from it’s tip increased as the cock began a rhythmic pumping motion. It didn’t slide in and out like a regular act of sex, but remained still and pulsed. Tereza moaned into her gag as the cock pulsed against the walls of her pussy. Thin fluid spilled out and down on over her.

The spider demon held a claw against Tereza’s belly, almost lovingly. She shock her head and strained against her bonds, moaning into her gag as the pleasant sensations overtook her. Then she felt a new sensation. Tiny orbs emerged from the phallus that was violating the bound elf and were pushed into her womb by the copious amounts of fluid – a seemingly endless amount of them flowed inside painlessly.

“Mmmmmmmff…!” Tereza screamed into her gag, face flushed as she felt an orgasm crash over her entire body. She trembled in her bonds, beads of sweat were shaken free of her quivering form to drop into the water below. The creature didn’t seem to react, it’s dead orange eyes staring into nothing as it’s foul cock continued to pump small eggs and fluid inside her. She on the other hand closed her eyes and shook her head. She was humiliated. She was a soldier, a commander in the armies of AzurLynn. A leader of men and women. But now she was a trapped broodmare for a disgusting demon.. and she was getting off on it.

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Tereza could barely manage another thought before she climaxed again, her cunt thoroughly lubricated by the creature’s fluids and her own wetness. Her body tensing up again. When she was able to recover her thoughts, she pondered on how the creature’s venom must’ve made her highly susceptible to this.. but then thought back to Zaya. How her pained screams seemed to turn into almost.. lustful moans. She had thought she had been imagining things, but now.. in this situation, she observed how insidious these creatures must be. Creatures who dominate not only with cunning and physical strength, but with pleasure.

She wasn’t sure, of course. It might’ve been just her addled mind bringing forth strange fantasies for the sake of survival as she was suspended and fucked with impunity. Regardless, her train of thought was soon wrecked when she came again.. and again.. her own belly becoming slightly distended as she was pumped full of eggs and cum.

Tereza looked down again. She saw her two subordinates hurriedly wading through the chamber below. They didn’t look up, but rather behind them. They didn’t seem to be in the mood to stop and examine the surroundings, or notice the torn bits of leather in the water to their side. She made a weak muffled sound, but she knew it was useless, and there’d be no way to climb up to where she was to rescue her even if they did see her. The spider demon either didn’t seem to notice them, or didn’t care as it bred it’s newest incubator.

As Celena and Valery moved away, Tereza felt comforted that they, at least, went on and could complete their mission. As long as the Queen is safe that’s all that matters. Even if no one ever remembers her part in it or that she is trapped here.. with this thing. She shook again as she was forced to have another unwanted orgasm and panted as the creature finally withdrew, leaving a trail of fluid and eggs along her vaginal canal.

Tereza hung limply, exhausted as the creature began to move. She had a reasonable idea of what would happen next. The spider demon produced another glob of purple goo and stuffed it into the elf’s soaked pussy. It quickly bonded and set there, sealing the eggs and fluid inside her. She then felt her legs pushed together, and the same sticky goo cover her skin. First her legs, then her belly and down to her breasts. She felt the substance stick and hug her form tightly and felt it pour over her head and face. Her braid stuck to her neck as she was sealed inside the cocoon. She realised that she could open her eyes and still see within her new home, her world now consisting of a purple tinted sewer ceiling. She hung there, too weak to struggle, now just another elf shaped fruit to be harvested.

Spire of Torment. Chapter 25: Retaliation & Submission

By: Lucien

Wispy strands of shadow clawed across Kamri’s back. Fresh from the showers, the praetorian and twisted Kazdruk elf made her way towards Yuldasha’s chambers. She had been instructed to meet with her moments ago. The defense of the elvish assault was a great success; the higher ranking Kazdruk commanders and talon leaders were very delighted at the swift defeat of the weak and impuissant elves. Kamri had not yet seen Yuldasha since the conflict. She tried to speculate what she would think of her and her assigned Talon’s efforts. Thoughts skimmed across her mind as she wondered how the demoness queen would feel towards her. She was not afraid – in fact, she was quite proud. A flare of pride and vanity flushed over her tan skin. Kamri walked with purpose and confidence. She knew she was now a force to be reckoned with and no longer a victim. She was the breaker, the scythe, and the hand that would pull the coalition deep into their graves. Kamri smirked at the thought. The feeling of power and hunger had not diluted any since the end of the elvish offensive. She wanted to taste more, she wanted to stretch her abilities further. The cravings bubbled at the back of her tongue and tingled through her fingertips. She made her way through the dark corridors that glimmered wildly with candles. Soon she found herself at Yuldasha’s door. The two husky guards nodded and motioned her to enter.

Kamri walked slowly but confidently across the dark polished tiles.The distance between her and the Kazdruk leader seemed to extend forever. Each tile she marched on brought her a meter closer to the majestic leader of this Spire. Straight ahead Yuldasha sat, waiting at her great throne. Her long raven hair framed her face perfectly. Kamri smirked at how Yuldasha always appeared so wrathfully exemplary. She was unparalleled and pristine in her deadly beauty making it difficult to not gaze.

“Come before me, young urchin,” Yuldasha spoke with her chin held high.

Kamri continued walking. Her heeled greaves echoed off the granite surface loudly before she kneeled before Yuldasha.

“My, my, haven’t we come far,” the demoness spoke, rising from her dark throne. “Word travels fast in these parts, Kamri. Whispers of your actions and admirable performance have already reached my ears.”

Yuldasha waltzed across the chamber letting her spade tail lash in unison. She stopped at her immense granite table and looked down across the sprawling map. Kamri remained on her knee, not sure if she should rise or not.

” You may rise, Kamri,” Yuldasha finally spoke out as if she’d almost forgotten.

“Thank you, master,” Kamri said, rising to her feet and shifting to face Yuldasha.

“But of course, I don’t rely solely on rumors, Kamri. I saw your actions with my own eyes,” Yuldasha smiled as she pointed toward a large scrying orb. She spun to face Kamri. “Your actions were quite impressive, I must admit. Hmm, but perhaps I’m a bit biased.” Yuldasha turned back to the great map smiling.” I must continue the advancement of my forces across this powerless and frail plane. My plan is falling into place nicely,” She spoke before fumbling her lip in frustration and slamming her fist hard across the map. Sparks of jade evaporated into the dark air around her clenched fist. “I need better Talon commanders! Ones with drive, determination, and perseverance.” Yuldasha paused for a moment. “…someone such as yourself,” Yuldasha grinned, turning and looking down at Kamri.

“Tell me, how did it feel to sever your lovers head from his body?”

Kamri’s eyes ignited sharply. ” It felt… magnificent.”     

“You lack remorse. You’re driven only by your cravings and inner drive. Hmm yes…maybe a bit too early.” Yuldasha stopped for a moment and then smiled. “You’re being promoted to Talon commander, Kamri; congratulations. “

Kamri smirked in surprise. “It would be my honor. Thank you, Master.”

“I’ll give you a few days. Select your members. Run them through some drills, get to know them and report back to me when your Talon is ready.”

Kamri bowed. “Yes, Master.”

“You’re dismissed.”

Kamri made her way back across Yuldasha’s vast chamber. As she reached the large doors, they opened inward. Pure anger soaked Kamri’s being. Jelthra walked in eyeing Kamri down in silence. Equal hatred seething under her skin.

Yuldasha turned to look at the two, sensing the thick animosity that suddenly spilled into the chamber. The two spun around each other like feral mountain cats. No words had to be spoken, no story to be told. Yuldasha could easily sense the detestation between the two.

“You bitch !  How dare you cross before me! I’z fucking kill you!” Jelthra spat in rage and lunged for Kamri’s neck with her hands.

Kamri rolled back, letting Jelthra follow through forward. The corrupted elf grappled and pulled downward while rolling smoothly to her back. She rode her long leg up into Jelthra’s stomach and flipped her backward skyward. Jelthra landed hard on her shoulder blades. She quickly scrambled to her feet in outrage and embarrassment.

Yuldasha took a step away from her map table and looked on in amusement. She thought about intervening and stopping the two, but she was genuinely curious on the outcome. Two guards ran in to stop the scuffle but Yuldasha quickly called them off. She took a seat while sipping her delicate wine and watched on.

Kamri opened up on Jelthra. She lunged with quick combinations of jabs. Jelthra blocked the punches and deflected the last strike, redirecting Kamri’s movement outward. She forced the elf’s hand upward and struck her hard in the face. Kamri buckled backward slightly dazed before returning a high spinning roundhouse kick. The kick caught Jelthra hard across her jaw; she was sent spinning into a stone column filled with Kazdruk decor. The human crashed through artifacts and fell hard to the floor. With perseverance, Jelthra came up to her knees launching an intense fireball. The flaming spell splashed across Kamri’s right arm bracer. Brilliant flames engulfed her armor and she was meet with an axe kick. Kamri fell rearward and back hand sprung out of the line of Jelthra’s next fire spell. The elf quickly ran up towards Jelthra; she jumped sideways and sprung off a nearby pillar, coming down hard with an elbow strike.

The elbow crushed into Jelthra’s face, sending her tumbling backwards. Kamri used the moment to follow up with a knee strike to the human’s stomach. The strike sent Jelthra airborne and Kamri quickly knocked her back down across her spine. Jelthra cried out in pain as she landed hard across the tile, sprawled out flat on her chest. The fuming elf approached Jelthra as she struggled to stand back up. Jelthra’s body suddenly vanished before Kamri’s eyes. The human spell-sword reappeared behind Kamri. Jelthra wrapped her arm around her neck, placing her into a choke hold. The dark elf struggled in the human’s hold.

“Ha! Iz got you now wretched whore!”

Kamri fought, gasping for air. She thought quickly and pushed herself forward flipping Jelthra over her back. The two fell over hard. Kamri placed her hand across Jelthra’s face, prying her jaw sideways. The human returned the favor reaching up and pushing against the elf’s face. The two rolled around like snakes looking for a window of advantage.

“Enough!'” Yuldasha stood from her throne. Noticing the stalemate, she walked toward the two and launched two bolts of green lighting. The two women became separated and were flung across to opposite sides of the room. Kamri leapt back to her feet, already running, trying to close the distance. Her face full of animalistic rage. Yuldasha launched her whip around her neck, pulling the elf clean of her feet. She fell hard.

“I said enough!”

Kamri kneeled but did not advance anymore; she held her ground glaring at Jelthra with a trickle of blood rolling down her lip. Jelthra stood doing the same.

“I will not allow you two to waste anymore potential!” Yuldasha outstretched her hands and pulled the two closer.

“From this point on, the two of you will set aside your differences. I believe you two need to spend some more time together. I’m placing you both on stall duty. If either of you assault another you’re done!”

“Vhat! but Mas-“

“Silence, Jelthra! You’re already on thin ice. Now check in with Joyok in the Dragon stalls!… and Kamri, once this disciplining is complete, perhaps I will re-analyze your possible position as a Talon commander.”

Jelthra’s mouth opened wide in a mix of bewilderment and anger, but she didn’t dare speak a word.  She only glared at Kamri.

“Do I make myself understood? I think I’m being extremely generous.”

“Yes, master,” Kamri and Jelthra spoke in unison less than excited.

“Good; now get out of my face. Jelthra, whatever you came here to speak about can wait.”    

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Neicul had returned to the Spire. His muscles aching and clothing covered in snow, the Kazdruk dismounted from his dragon. Handing over the reigns to a stable worker, he brushed his vest, trying to cover his wound best he could. He continued walking into the main hall, escorting his two subjects. Both elves were gagged, one male and one female. Neicul gazed around the busy spire before calling over another soldier.

“Take these two and get them cleaned up, then bring them to Aeltha’s holding cells for me.”

“Yes, Master Neicul. As you wish… welcome back.” The Kazdruk soldier bowed, taking the two prisoners from him.

“By the way, have you seen Aeltha?”

“Yes sir; I believe she’s still in her personal chambers.”

Neicul nodded. His eyebrows folded slightly and he walked off towards the upper chambers. Making his way up several stairs he peered at his wound again and shook his head in disbelief before turning the corner. He failed his mission and was preparing for the consequences. He didn’t think Aeltha would be understanding. She would want to know why he only returned with two subjects and not three.  

  As he made his way down the dimly lit corridor he noticed three Kazdruk soldiers, two of them he didn’t recognize. They looked like run of the mill guards, but the tall purebred in the middle he knew. There was no mistaking her. Luzella.

“Ahh fuuck…,” he whispered under his breath in frustration.  “Not this berserker ballista bitch again.”

He stopped for a second, thinking of turning around and taking the long way around to Aeltha’s upper chambers. He really didn’t want to deal with her again, not right now. At this point It would be too obvious to turn, so he held his ground and walked on, trying his best to keep his face out of view. He marched by steadily, rubbing one of his small horns and keeping his head down, half trying to cover his face. He thought he got by, but a cat call whistled off before he was shoved up against the wall.

“Neicul – aren’t you going to say hi?” Luzella smirked looking down at him.

“ Oh… Hi Luzella…my apologies. I guess… I, uh, didn’t see you,” Neicul returned with a sly smile knowing she was impossible to miss. He held his breath trying to hid the immense pain surging through his body as Luzella unknowingly pressed into his chest wound. Slowly he ran his hand up toward one of his daggers, letting his fingers glide across the hilt. Luzella noticed the slight movement and grabbed his wrist pressing it up against the cold, dark wall.  

“You’re a rude boy Neicul…But I guess that’s what makes you so attractive…” Luzella bit her lip looking at his exposed arms, smaller in comparison to her own. She squeezed one of his biceps between her thumb and index finger playfully.

“You been working out, Neiky? Hmm? How adorable!” She smiled again, pinching her thick lips together. The large Kazdruk leaned down to his ear whispering.  “Maybe we could… wrestle sometime, hmm? I know I would enjoy that very much.”

Neicul struggled slightly now, extremely uncomfortable by the whole situation and her sudden frighteningly promiscuous and flirtatious manner. He tried to get away.

Luzella did pique an interest to him after a few stiff drinks but she seemed like a lot to handle. It also occurred to him that she obviously wouldn’t be the type to lay underneath.    

Neicul wasn’t getting anywhere near a bed with her.

“Aww noo Neiky, don’t leave! You’ve been gone for so long…” Luzella eased off him letting him slide free. “Ya know, you should really stop by my chambers sometime,” she spoke before running her tongue slowly across her sharp canines.

“Heh… yeah, uh… yeah maybe we could play chess?…Listen, Luzella, I have to get going.” Neicul responded nervously.

Luzella reached out, wrapping her hand around his neck and thrusting him hard into the wall. With immense aggression she slid him up off the floor. Neicul reached up with both hands around her wrist.

“I’ll tell you when you can leave!” Luzella grinned and lapped her long tongue up across his lips before composing herself and dropping him.

“I’d love to catch up but I’m on my way to see Yuldasha; I’m sure you understand. See you around, Neicul.” She spoke playfully.

“Right…Good day, Luzella.”

Suspicious of taking his eyes off her, he walked backward a few steps while straightening his vest. Once out of her reach, he turned and walked away. Luzella bit her lip watching his ass move in his leather pants. With a large grin she turned and went along her business.   

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Jelthra and Kamri left Yuldasha’s chamber in silence. As ordered, the two moved on to find Joyok in the stalls below. Side by side they turned the corner together only to collide with Luzella. Both Kamri and Jelthra fell back as the amazonian plowed through them.

“Hey!” Kamri yelled, not entirely realizing who she had walked into.  

“ Watch your step!” Luzella declared and then paused for moment looking down at the two, finally recognizing who she just ran over. Her anger filled face quickly turned to a bewildered smirk.  

“Well, son of a succubus, look what the wind blew in.” Kamri scooted back one way across the floor and Jelthra went the other.

“Little teammates now, huh? How cute, I’m truly terrified… You two must have every goddamn goddess of this realm looking over your backs! As much as I want to, I can’t stay and play. Seems you two have lucked out again.” Luzella spat and moved onward. She eyed Kamri silently for a moment and then jumped at Jeltha causing her to flinch backward cowering. The tall Kazdruk laughed into the hall making her way up to Yuldasha’s chamber.

Kamri and Jelthra looked at each other for a moment silently before getting back to their feet and heading to the lower levels.

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Luzella carried herself with pride across Yuldasha’s gloss chamber floor. Her heavy hooved gait echoed out endlessly along the stone walls. Yuldasha still stood at her table pondering troop movement.

“Luzella…” The dark demoness spoke with her chartreuse eyes still fixed upon the table’s map. Luzella made her way to her mistress’ side and kneeled before her.

“You requested my presence, your highness?” Luzella asked.

“Hmm, It would seem so,” Yuldasha spoke half ignoring her, her mind preoccupied with finding a tactical advantage.

Luzella sneered slightly, her eyes gazing off to the side for a moment and letting her inpatients rest across her broad shoulders.

“You seem to have trouble with order and authority, little one. It would seem you’ve lost respect for myself and your superiors. ” Yuldasha spun, now looking down at Luzella with her deep devilish eyes.

“Master-”

“Silence!” Yuldasha yelled, cutting off the amazonian.

With a smooth trot, Yuldasha walked a tight circle around Luzella, examining her build while she remained kneeling before her. Stopping behind her, she softly ran her elegant fingers through the tall Kazdruk’s onyx hair. Caressing her long locks tenderly, she twisted a handful into her palm and yanked backward. Flashing an edged fang, Luzella growled softly in a low carnal warning like an aggressive dog. Yuldasha smiled at her animalistic response. Sensing her aggression and detest, she pulled her head back farther. Not one to be pushed around, Luzella’s stubborn arrogance revealed itself cleary.  

Yuldasha took note of the soldier’s tail jerking from side to side in irritation. With her free hand she drew it across Luzella’s neck.

“I can see you’re already becoming restless…I understand your bloodline and breed Luzella. The obsessive need to hunt, the need to constrict and overpower. Passed down within your refined heredity, breed for endless conflict. And that you do well.” Luzella smiled proudly at the flattery while Yuldasha pulled her head back further.

“But, that does not ostracize you from the rules of our kin! ” Luzella spat, pulling upward on Luzella’s hair and bringing the amazonian to her hooves. The great Kazdruk stood tall with her chin up, her white piercing eyes looking out over the horizon. Yuldasha walked around her a second time, examining the built soldier. Stopping behind her, she whispered up into Luzella’s long pointed ear while detaching the Kazdruk’s chain battle kilt and letting it fall to the floor. Yuldasha rode her finger up across the tank’s chest armor. A brilliant glow flashed out as Luzella’s armor shattered apart like glass. The small pieces crumbled to the floor before evaporating into green mist.    

“As impressive as you might be among weak elves and their fragile human counterparts, you are nothing to me. Don’t you ever forget that,” Yuldasha smiled, reaching around and letting her fingers glide across Luzella’s cock sheath. Her wine scented words burning across Luzella’s ears.

“I could crush you under hoof and simply make another just like you.”

Luzella sneered at the harsh words knowing they were only half truths. She feared Yuldasha. Her powers knew no bounds, she knew the dark matriarch could disintegrate and dismantle her in a single hand motion.  But she also understood her worth and how truly important she was to Yuldasha. Her eyes squinted in pride. If she could simply create another such as herself, then why wasn’t the entire Kazdruk army filled with soldiers of such pedigree?

Luzella was snapped out of her egotistical thought as Yuldasha pushed her back to the floor. Luzella looked up in anger as her master’s jade aether whip fell into view.

A sizzling strike lashed out across her athletic back. The searing pain was even too much for Luzella. She gritted her teeth in aggravation. Another cinder laced slash pulled at her skin, forcing a tiny whimper of pain out of the great amazonian.

“Hmm, perhaps I slightly underestimated your tolerance of pain,” Yuldasha admitted.

She flicked her wrist, snapping the whip from jade to a brilliant amethyst. The violet ciders sprinkled across the polished floor like tiny droplets of ice before quickly burning away.

Yuldasha lashed out another strike. The whip flashed across the Kazdruk’s back like lighting. Luzella fell to all fours in unbearable pain.

“Perhaps that’s a little better…” Yuldasha smiled.

Luzella’s eyes flashed in anger as a she was punished severely under the mighty whip.

Yuldasha relished in her agony and moved backward, letting her ass rest against the edge of the table and took another sip of wine. With a wave of her hand, a bright binding spell enwrapped itself around Luzella’s wrists and ankles, securing the great Kazdruk to the floor on all fours. In boiling rage, Luzella struggled to stand. Every muscle flexed and bulged trying to bring herself up to her hooves. Yuldasha’s spell held her firmly in place as she guided Luzella’s face between her legs.

“Now show me the respect I deserve and service me.”

In sharp antagonism, Luzella looked up at her master, peering between her legs in an apprehensive manner. Luzella was met with another sharp strike of the whip, the lash sending shards of pain throughout her body. She extended her long tongue and lapped it across Yuldasha’s glistening petals. This was humiliating. A Kazdruk warrior of such caliber and distinction should be in charge. The breaker, not the broken. Luzella submits to no one. She pushed through her anger and continued to lick Yuldasha’s sweet pussy. This was Geem’s fault, she thought to herself, cursing out that she didn’t kill him quicker. She smiled though, knowing Avelyn was waiting for her in her chamber. She lapped her strong tongue again up across Yuldasha’s clit causing a moan of pleasure. She would crush Geem next time; the thought eased her submissive position she was now forced in.

“That’s a good girl, Luzella,” Yuldasha purred in luxury pulling Luzella’s head between her legs deeper.

A ring of green magic swirled up around Luzella’s cock. Her eyes opened wide as a surge of bliss enveloped her thick member. The great Kazdruk shivered as the magic increased. Biting her lip in lust she started to lap harder with increased enthusiasm, licking up her master’s sweet honey.  The magic instantly brought Luzella close to climax and then stopped, holding it there. The pleasure would travel no farther, leaving her craving for release. Luzella growled between her master’s legs, hungrily lapping more and more. Squirming in place and muscles flexing more, Luzella arched her back as she was denied orgasim.

Yuldasha and Luzella good

“Don’t you stop licking, my little Luzella,” Yuldasha commanded as she drove Luzella’s face into her twat agian and agian. The demoness queen gasped as her slave’s tongue brushed across her clit. With wicked force she grinded the purebred’s face across her nethers. Driving her sharp nails into the table, Yuldasha moaned out again in twisted satisfaction. Panting heavily, Luzella kept her pace hoping she would be rewarded with freedom to cum. Yuldasha tremored slightly as she brought herself to climax, her jade eyes feel heavy as she wrapped her leg around Luzella’s head. Biting her lip in fulfillment, she slowly released her grip from Luzella’s head and leaned back slowly, relaxing and letting the euphoria spill through her body.

“Mmm, well you have certainly earned yourself a second chance,” Yuldasha smiled as she canceled the spells holding Luzella down and taunting her cock.

“Let this be a warning. Next time I won’t be so pleasant. Now, leave before I change my mind.”

Luzella rose to her hooves. Her thick cock jumping in eagerness and leaking pre cum across the floor. She lapped her tongue across her lips, licking up all of Yuldasha’s remaining juices. With a shudder of delight she pulled herself together and bowed.

“T-T-Thank you master…”

Luzella turned and made her way out, suddenly in need of a cold shower… and Avelyn.                  

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Fucking bitch!

I hated her. Everything about her, the way she walked, her short skin-tight skirt. Her stuck up, condescending ways. It took everything inside me to not drive a dagger through her back when she wasn’t looking. This was her damn fault, she started this mess. She had something to prove towards Neicul that first day and then it all crumbled to pieces after that. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth! Now here we were, cleaning dragon stalls. It made my blood boil. Every time I looked at her…or heard her name! Jelthra. I would see red… every damn shade of it. Crimson would fill my eyes as I would fantasize wrapping my hands around that fucking human’s neck.

Look at Jelthra, trying to talk her way out of cleaning these stalls. Letting her tits hang out and chatting it up with the stall master Joyok. I’ve seen a lot of ugly Kazdruk in these lower parts, but Joyok was a real winner… And he was just as stupid as he looked. He made Brazeek look like an elegant elvish tactician. He was falling for Jelthra’s small talk… just as any stupid boy would. He stood there with his big dumb mouth hanging wide open and fumbling over his words. I almost broke the handle of the pitchfork I was holding. Anger was an understatement. I stood there and took my eyes off his ugly Kazdruk mug. I found myself resting my eyes on Jelthra’s back. A perfect target for a pitch fork… my grip eased up some as I gazed toward her long raven hair that rode down her shoulder blades. I lowered the pitchfork as my eyes grazed down further along her elegant figure. I paused for a moment as a spark tingled south of my navel. My sharp fang slowly rode up over my bottom lip.

I jumped as a nearby dragon roared at a smaller dragon next to it, violently snapping at him. I watched in frustration as the smaller dragon shifted sideways and knocked over a large steel food trough. All of its mixed contents spilled to the floor. This time I snapped the pitchfork handle as it erupted in a wave of flames. This was was all Jelthra’s fault!

Ugh Damn it, zat bitch Kamri can’t do anything right. What the fuck did she just do over there? How did she manage to spill the dragon’s food trough? Those things weigh a ton. I bet she’s trying to distract Joyok here! Well it worked, because now he’s walking over there to help her. Zat elvish cunt ruins everything…Everything! I waz so close to talking my way out of this mess. Zee mess she started by showing up!  I was on my way to becoming a Talon commander. A special division Talon commander at that. Bitch! I would have had Luzella off my back but she ruined it all. Now I’z been fucked over left and right! I was Yuldasha’s right hand… I was her favorite, now i’m cleaning up dragon shit. All because of her! Little special princess. Neicul’s little assignment. That man was mine!

  I watched as she started scooping up the spilled minced meat. Her caramel skin glistened in the low red torch light. The fire spell I hadn’t even realized I was clenching, faltered out in a hiss as I watched her elegant movements. Then Joyok blocked my view and I was reminded how Kamri fucked up my plans!

“Hey Joyok!” Jelthra yelled, slightly annoyed. “I vaasn’t done talking to you!”

  The lumbering Kazdruk slowly turned his head. His big asymmetrical face looked at her dumbfounded as if he suddenly lost his hearing. He slowly turned and stumbled toward her bumping his single horn on a wood beam.

“Ugh, fuking moron,” Jelthra whisperd under her breath. “Hey! Hoz about you go bring us more shavings and sand, zo we can reset zee cages hmm? ”

Joyok’s heavy build waddled back toward Jelthra.

“Uh ja,…ja ok. idea good, you right,” The heavy Kazdruk ogre nodded and started to walk away.

“ Hey wait… no, help me first!” Kamri spat. “Get this cleaned up first, then we can get the shavings together.”

The confused Kazdruk spun in place not sure who to help, bumping his head twice on the wood beam.

  “Joyok! No! Don’t listen to her, she made zee mess, let her clean it! ” Jelthra barked angrily. She quickly reeled back her attitude and calmly approached the large demon. She leaned upward to his gnarly ear.

“Listen big boy, if you behave and do what I ask… I’ll give you a little zomething later.”

Jelthra smiled and ran her hand across his bulging loin cloth.

Joyok purred in zest and then smiled, flashing a row of broken and missing teeth. He turned slowly and nodded in approval before walking off to fetch the shavings, bumping his head one last time on the way out. Jelthra and Kamri locked eyes in anger. The human shot her a pompous smirk. Kamri grimaced in anger and went back to work.

“Whore…” Kamri whispered under her breath.

A few minutes went by as the two worked in an uncomfortable silence. Joyok had to go down a lower cell level to obtain more shavings. The two moved along the different dragon enclosures cleaning up debris, bones and old shavings. Most of the dragons were unnamed and served only as mounts for lower ranking Kazdruk soldiers, but the two soon found themselves along the next junction. Here, more specialized mounts were stationed. Jelthra’s dragon Daliik was across from them along the back sleeping. Neicul’s dragon Xagsaw was along the other side. Xagsaw was fast asleep seeing as they had returned earlier in the day. Jelthra moved ahead of Kamri looking into a much larger cage.

The human smiled in a villainous grin. She knew whose cage this was. Belva’kr; Luzella’s dragon. The two were made for each other. The beast was impossible to control; he was a chaotic and furiously muscled brute that just happened to have wings and breath fire. Not many dealt with Belva’kr and lived to tell the story. Only Luzella and a few well trained stable hands could handle him, and even they encountered many unfortunate accidents when dealing with him.

Perfect. The massive creature laid in the back corner sleeping.

Jelthra looked back. Kamri was too angry to be paying any attention. She was busy tossing shavings around with her broken pitchfork. Jelthra slowly unhinged the roller lock on the door that allowed any personnel who was suicidal enough to enter Belva’kr’s massive cage. Jelthra waited for a moment as Kamri got closer to the slightly unhinged door. At this point, she was preoccupied with dragging her fork and making interesting line patterns in the red dirt. Jelthra waited for the carmel elf to stroll directly in front of the unhinged cage.

“Hey, you’re making a mess,” Jelthra proclaimed, pointing at the dirt in the opposite direction.

“Hmm, wha-” Kamri spun looking at the lines she left.

Jelthra took the moment and kicked Kamri backward, shoving her through the unhinged cage door. Kamri stumbled backward trying to catch her footing but it was too late and she fell to her ass. As she got up, Jelthra was already re locking the cage. Kamri ran to the cage door and pulled with all her strength.

“ You bitch! Let me out! You heard Yuldasha’s orders!”

“Oh yes I did, but I won’t be assaulting you, no. not zis time.”

Kamri struggled again and again trying to get the cage door to open. Jelthra calmly reached into a small pouch on her hip and pulled out a short vial. She pulled the stopper out and splashed the clear liquid through the cage across Kamri’s skin.

“ Hey, what the!  What are you doing! let me out! What did you just splash on me?”

“Oh, nothing, its juz a little… a bit of perfume for your date tonight.”

“What!”

Kamri focused and erupted fire along the cage door, trying to melt the door’s bars.

“Haha, you think you can burn through a cage that iz designed to hold a dragon? I’m going to enjoy this Kamri…oh yez, very much so.”

In a fury of anger, Kamri smashed the cage with her pitchfork letting out a loud clang.

Belva’kr was asleep along the opposite side of the enclosure. The sudden clang of steel on steel awoke him. His deep scarlet eyes revealed themselves and slowly began to scan his dwelling. His clear nictitating membrane flickered sideways as the serpent’s glowing orbs fixed themselves on Kamri. Belva’kr let out a soft roar and slowly rose his thick reptilian build before stretching himself out. Kamri slowly turned around and pressed herself up against the cage bars. Shivers ran down her back as she made eye contact with two crimson coals. Belva’kr’s nostrils flared causing his septum bull ring to rock back and forth. The beast picked up the sweet aroma Jelthra had splashed on her only moments earlier. His scales rose up in liveliness as his nostrils flared again launching small puffs of orange flames out to the side. The great crimson dragon made its way towards Kamri, rearing his long neck upward in dominate like arousal. In a wide powerful canter the dragon approached, crushing old bone and rock under each heavy clawed hand. Kamri was trapped, she slowly moved side ways against the stone wall trying to get out of Belva’kr’s line of sight. She slipped into a dark shadow trying her best to stay hidden. It was no use. The beast could smell her luscious fragrance and outstretched his head closer, inhaling deeply .

“Iz no use hiding, Kamri. I marked you with female dragon musk. Belva’kr here thinks you’re in heat,” Jelthra explained, smiling. “You think he honestly cares about your size? Or species for that matter,  you smell like a dragon, so surely you muz be one.”

Kamri didn’t say a word, she only clenched her fists in anger. How could she let this happen? She looked at Belva’kr in fear, trying not to make any sudden movements. The tremendous serpent suddenly snapped out towards Kamri. She dodged to her right just missing his powerful jaws. Belva’kr outstretched his massive wings to either side, showing off his sheer size and build. He struck again. Kamri reached up blocking her face with her Kazdruk rerebrace. The heavy hit knocked Kamri over like a tiny stick. With a large bellow, Belva’kr roared out again establishing his dominance over the elf. Kamri raced to her feet but was quickly knocked forward to her stomach by his large head. The beast nuzzled into her smooth cheeks and pulled off her bottoms with his strong tongue.  

“I’z suggest you let him have his way Kamri, I don’t think you would survive

their true mating ritual,” Jelthra laughed. “You don’t have armored scales after all, zay tend to get a bit violent when it comes to subduing a mate.”

Kamri tried crawling forward as the colossal dragon straddled over top casting a large shadow across her back. Belva’kr, palmed her shoulder and pushed her down hard into the red dirt stopping any further moment in its tracks. He growled softly as he lowered his immense weight atop of the elf. Kamri dug her hands into the sand as the hellish reptile mounted her athletic build, Kamri grimaced as she felt Belva’kr’s thick cock unsheathe itself. The hot shaft pressed across her smooth ass, brushing across and seeking any tight entry it could find.

“Jelthra, get him off m-” Kamri grunted out as her breath was knocked out of her lungs. The dragon’s heavy build planted on top of her. His roar bellowed out again in unrivaled aggression. Kneading the rose dirt with his talons, he angled his cock doward into the elf. Kamri gritted her teeth as the beast’s cockhead pushed up against her tight cunt. She struggled under his weight feeling his warm scaled belly press across her back. Seeking leverage, she only pulled back handfuls of loose dirt.

Jelthra made her way into the cage, watching the interspaces rape unfold. “Tell me, Kamri, how daz it feel, hmm?” She smiled as Kamri could only silently mouth out words for help. She watched on in gratification as Belva’kr took his new mate. Rearing back his hips, he pushed his thick shaft forward again stuffing his wide head between her pussy. Kamri’s eyes shot open wide at the intrusion. The meaty cock sank into her deeper, spreading her wider.          

Heaving his weight into the elf, Belva’kr shivered in pleasure as his mate’s tight lips squeezed around his member.

“What a slut taking zat whole thing,” Jelthra laughed now resting her hands down on a nearby stone slab. Watching on as the dragon pinned her head to the ground.

Kamri vs. Dragon HR

Kamri grunted out as the beast heaved into her over and over. His large talon now wrapped around her shoulder and held her down in the dirt. Pulling backward, he used her like a toy as he climbed closer to climax. Incapable of feeling remorse or wrongdoing. His instinctual beastly nature took control. His only concern was to make sure he flooded her with seed in order to continue his draconic lineage. A snort of flames bellowed out into the cage as his heavy breath heaved deeply. Each powerful thrust plowed into Kamri’s helpless body, faster and faster.

“You’ve fucked with me for zee last time Kamri! “

Belva’kr roared out as he unleashed his hot load into the corrupted elf. Gallons of the thick spunk poured into her womb, flooding her. He kept her in place, making sure every last drop was deposited inside. Kamri’s orange eyes opened wide in horror as the thick cum filled her up and feeling it stir deep inside. In gooey ropes, the thick semen spilled back out across the floor. Feeling satisfied, Belva’kr pulled out, letting the torrent explode out across the dirt. Kamri collapsed from the intense fucking. Belva’kr lumbered away slowly letting his long tail drag across Kamri’s collapsed body. He moved on into the back end of the cage, feeling released he fell back to sleep. Jelthra watched Kamri clutching the soft dirt and slowly walked away pleased with her destructive counter blow.

Kamri reached the cage door and started fiddling with the lock to no avail. Soon Joyok returned wondering where the two went.

“Hey… Joyok. Get me out of here,” Kamri whispered through the bars. The confused demon stumbled over to the cage. He paused for a moment enjoying the view of Kamri’s exposed bottom half.

“Well, come on, just don’t stand there.”

“Right, sorry…?” Joyok leaned over and unlocked the cage. As Kamri limped to her exit, he gazed across her rear end.

“Don’t, even think about it!” Kamri glared at him and left.

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Avelyn sat in her cell with her back up against the cold wall. She recognized the room very well. It was Luzella’s personal chambers. She looked into the crisp chamber eyeing all of Luzella’s trophies and war banners.  

“I can’t believe he chose Queen Aria,” she spoke to herself, shaking her head side to side. Demoralized, she counted the steel bars wondering what would become of her. Disheartened streams of dismal pain cut through her. The way Aria looked at her before they parted repeated over and over. Expendable. Their love, superfluous and meaningless.

Her deep thoughts were shattered like glass at the sound of the room’s heavy wood door opening. Avelyn moved back instinctively as she saw Luzella’s long powerful legs come into view.

The amazonian ignored Avelyn for a moment as she locked the door behind her and then lit a set of candles. Avelyn watched in angst, her naked build, height and size was even more intimidating indoors. Luzella outstretched her ripped arms over her head stretching towards the high ceilings. Avelyn observed the titan’s tattoos that spirled across her powerful defined back as she stretched out. With a sigh, Luzella reached back and began tying off her damp hair into a single long ponytail. Avelyn noticed that she looked fresh from the showers but then scurred backward quickly again as the great Kazdruk turned to face her. The amazonian smirked and continued getting herself around for bed.

A cold draft sent a shiver down the elf’s back. She fought the cold by running her hands over her exposed shoulders quickly. A rumble of pain echoed through her stomach as her body reminded her it needed food. The pain would have to wait as Luzella again faced the cell, this time staring directly at Avelyn. She locked eyes with the elf and slowly strode towards the cage door. Reaching forward, Luzella unlocked the cell and then simply turned around and went back to her business, still not saying a word. Avelyn looked at the now partially opened cage perplexed.

“I’m sure you’re cold and hungry; I give you permission to come out if you wish.”

Avelyn frowned at the reminder that she was not only a prisoner but a slave. At first she didn’t move, she only watched Luzella as she moved around the room smoothy.

“Or, you can stay in there,” Luzella laughed moving toward the cell again with a green apple in her hand.

“You want a bite? Hmm?” Avelyn’s mouth watered in unbearable hunger. She couldn’t remember the last meal she had eaten. With her elvish stubbornness setting in, she didn’t want to take anything from these monsters, especially from Luzella. Luzella waited for an answer bringing Geem’s dagger into view. Clean and polished, she carved a slice of the apple off and ate it. What hung from the dagger hurt Avelyn deep inside, more so than any pain she had ever felt. It was Geem’s snowflake pendant. She must have obtained it during the fighting she thought. There the blue flake spun, reminding her again that he wasn’t here.   

Avelyn’s heart whelped at the sight and she remained silent.

“Fine, suit yourself,” Luzella smiled and ate another slice.

“No…wait,” Avelyn pleaded, her green eyes looking upward. She had to survive, that was her top priority.   

The elf rose to her feet taking a few light steps forward. Cautiously she walked out of the cold cell. With a shy gaze she looked at Luzella’s apple. Luzella smiled and held the apple higher above the elf’s head and kicked her hard in side of her leg. Avelyn’s leg buckled and she fell over in a yelp of pain.

“Tisk, tisk, how quickly we forget,” Luzella shook her head before taking another bite. “Animal’s don’t walk on two legs in these parts. Walking on your feet is reserved only for the privileged. Something that you are far from. If I ever see you walking upright again, it’ll be much more than a small love tap. ”

Avelyn kneeled, coming up to all fours. Resting her hands on the floor in humiliation, she looked up at the now almost devoured apple.

“That’s better…” Luzella bent over, looking down at Avelyn, and outstretched a slice of apple. “Here you go.”

Avelyn opened her mouth to eat the slice. At the last second Luzella pulled the piece away lifting it out of reach.  

“Sit like a good Keeaty first.”  Avelyn frowned, looking up at the piece and rested her ass across her calfs kneeling.

“There we go… my, what a fast learner.”

Luzella reached down again and gently placed the slice into her mouth, sliding her finger across the elf’s smooth lips. “You see? I sometimes reward good behavior.” Luzella spun around and walked toward her bed. As she reached the side she turned back and patted her robust thigh.

“Come on, you don’t want to sleep in that cold cell do you?” Avelyn swallowed the apple slice hard and gazed her eyes along the large soft bed in uncertainty.

Luzella pulled another apple out from a bag on her bedside table and brandished the fruit toward the elf. Avelyn froze in terror, she did not want to end up in bed with her. But she was starving. Blushing softly, Avelyn crawled toward Luzella, bobbing her ass as she moved. She reached the side of the bed and looked up at Luzella’s built naked body in shame.

“Up you go,” Luzella laughed lifting Avelyn up. The elf was tossed onto the large soft bed. Laying on her back, Avelyn looked up at the amazonian in fear and awe.

“I’m sure you want some more food, don’t you?” Luzella spoke sliding herself into bed before laying on her side. Avelyn nodded up and down slowly.

“…Yes.”

“Alright, well you’ve had a rough day, so I’ll be easy on you tonight. You wont have to work that hard,” Luzella spoke, rolling to her stomach and nearly knocking Avelyn off the bed. Placing her heavy developed arms up near her pillow, she sighed in relaxation. Her muscular back glimmered in the low candle light. Avelyn ran her eyes across the demon’s physique not entirely knowing what to do.

” Well, what are you waiting for, my back isn’t going to rub itself. Oil is on the bedside table there.”

Avelyn’s eyes widened and looked to her left. On the bedside table was oil. Her hands shaking, she slowly reached for the oil and noticed Geem’s dagger laying there. She paused for a moment, calculating the possibilities. She picked up the oil keeping her elvish eyes on the silver blade.

“Is there a problem?” Luzella asked with her eyes closed.

  Avelyn took her eyes off the knife, moved back and straddled Luzella. Her long elvish legs barely made it across the Kazdruk’s wide athletic ass. She had to awkwardly stretch herself to fit across her build. The elf looked down across the warriors’ back wondering where to start.

  Anointing her small hands with oil, she pressed down onto the rolling terrain of corded muscle and authority. Slowly she ran her hands across her master’s warm skin and rubbed out thick knots in her shoulders. She kept glancing at Geem’s dagger pondering if driving it into her back would even kill her. Luzella purred in satisfaction, feeling her slave’s tiny hands run up and down her back. Minutes ran by as Avelyn ran her hands lower across more hard muscle and letting her thumbs glide into the small valley of her back. Luzella’s long tail whipped back and forth in content. Without warning, Luzella rolled to her back, tossing Avelyn off the side of her. With a soft moan, Luzella stretched resting her hands under her head.

“Hmm, not to bad. You’ll do just fine. You won’t end up dragon food after all…well, not anytime soon at least. I suppose you still want this apple?” Luzella asked holding the apple up and gazing at Avelyn.

The elf nodded softly, her stomach felt like it was eating itself alive now. “Yes… please,” Avelyn responded, hating herself for playing along with Luzella’s evil little game.

“Get back to the foot of the bed like a good girl first.”

Avelyn frowned slightly but complied. She moved back the end of the bed, giving Luzella a wonderful view of her tight elvish ass and cunt. Luzella laid back and placed the apple between her large breasts.

“Well, it’s all yours.” Luzella smiled with a sinful grin, before relaxing her hands behind her head again.

Avelyn looked at her blankly. The amazonian laid before her with her powerful legs spread to either side of the bed creating a funnel to the apple. There the green prize sat nicely, nestled between her deep valley. Avelyn wanted the apple badly, she was starving and desperately needed to eat but she was greatly wary of going after it.

  Weakness was setting in as she slowly and cautiously moved on all fours towards Luzella’s apple. The Kazdruk’s white eyes watched her every move. Avelyn thought for a moment that her master’s eyes alone could kill her if she made one wrong move. They gazed on her like burning white coals, carnivorous and wicked. Confusion and fear quickly filled Avelyn’s mind as she came face to face with a rather large problem. Luzella’s thick cock and her weighty balls. She stopped for a moment wondering how to get past them without touching or sliding across them.  Even un erect, the beastly member was huge. There it slumbered, as thick as her forearm. It snugly held itself within its equine like sheath waiting for its next victim. Its wide head hung outward slightly, staring her down more intensely than Luzella’s very own eyes. Knowing the inclination of every male, the last thing she wanted to do was awake it. She doubted Luzella’s female upper-half could convince her own male, testosterone fueled, lower-half to stand down. Knowing Luzella’s disposition, she was most likely awaiting that very moment and would relish in it when it came.

Avelyn looked up past Luzella’s heavy breasts in question. Luzella gazed back, parting her full lips with her robust tongue before curling her mouth into a smug grin. The elf looked back down at the massive phallic barricade and attempted to move past it. She started the great journey, moving upward in the direction of the apple. Carefully she placed one hand over Luzella’s thigh on one side and then followed with her other hand over the amazon’s other thigh. She was now face to face with Luzella’s shaft. Knowing the dangers of having her face so close, she quickly moved past it. She sighed in relief that Luzella hadn’t decided to palm her head and force her down at that moment. She was safe for the time being. Now, Avelyn viewed a wall of defined abdominal muscle, she was so close to the green apple, its sweet smell filled her nostrils and made her mouth water. Almost there, just one more smooth movement. Daringly, she pressed on.

Avelyn’s heart stopped as she felt Luzella’s cock ever so slightly brush across her stomach under her. The elf stopped moving midway, awaiting a reaction by Luzella. The demoness laid unfazed as if taunting the northern elf to move on. Avelyn tempted fate and continued across the hazardous body. She navigated Luzella’s sea of tight stomach muscle while keeping her eyes on the prize. The apple lay just out of reach now. As Avelyn took her last final movement, Luzella’s thighs suddenly closed like a blacksmith’s vice. The heavy bulk of unrivaled Kazdruk muscle wrapped up along Avelyn’s sides trapping her small frame. Avelyn struggled while foolishly attempting to free herself from the hellish venus man-trap. In a panic, her tiny hands pushed against Luzella’s long immovable legs. Luzella grinned as she slowly squeezed harder. She watched in felicity as the helpless elf squirmed between her long legs. Avelyn gasped for air as the forceful thighs began applying more pressure around her stomach and ribs.

“Aww,what’s the matter?” Luzella playfully asked, coiling her legs harder. Avelyn fumbled her hands around Luzella’s thick thighs trying anything to un pry the death trap. Like a constricting serpent of the southern Zelkathorn jungles, Luzella pulled her prey up against her warm body. The nefarious Kazdruk laid back with her hands behind her head, relaxing as her powerful legs continued to hold the elf captive.

“Oh, is this too much for you?”

Avelyn gasped again as the air was pressed out of her. Gripping Luzella’s thighs tightly she tried as hard as she could to pull herself free from her scissor like clutch. Avelyn opened her mouth in protest but no words could be emitted. Only small squeaks of air rang out.

“Hmm? I’m sorry what was that?” Luzella inquired, squinting her white eyes and squeezing her legs harder.

Avelyn’s panicking became worse as she felt Luzella’s strong cock hardening. The thick shaft awoke, pushing across her navel and continued her up against her soft stomach. She squirmed as the dominate pulsing muscle grew longer, leaving a smeared trail of hot pre-cum along her entire torso. Luzella locked her thighs and rolled over with ease. Avelyn gasped as she was forced to roll with the demon, ending up flat on her back with Luzella now above her. Luzella released her legs and straddled the small elf pinning her deep into the soft bed. Avelyn tried to slide out from under the amazonian but couldn’t move at all. Luzella placed her built arms on either side of Avelyn’s head, forcefully showing off her command and dominance. Looming over Avelyn, she let her long black hair cascade along the sides of the elf’s face. The demon’s hand ran across the silk sheets before gripping the elf’s long blonde hair. Locking eyes In malevolent, twisted passion Luzella forced her full luscious lips across Avelyn’s own, holding her down and kissing her softly. Aveyln’s eyes fell weak as she stopped resisting for a moment. The demon’s hot lips sent a wave of heat down her back. Luzella’s kiss continued on while slowly growing more aggressive over time. She bite Avelyn’s lower lip and began grinding her pelvis into her. Avelyn reached up trying to push Luzella off, her small hands feebly pressed into hard muscle, quickly becoming lost in her build. The Kazdruk pushed down in response, using her weight as an accomplice. Gripping the edge of the soft bedding, Luzella pulled herself into the elf. Her biceps flexed larger than Avelyn’s head. Avelyn moaned in apprehension. Trapped under powerful muscle she felt Luzella’s cock flexing and jumping in truculent eagerness. The girthy heated member pressed into her stomach, thumping up and down.

“P…please,” Avelyn managed to whisper out in resistance.

“Aww poor little pet. Abandoned by your lover. How does it feel knowing he left you to me, hmm? How does it feel knowing the reason you aren’t free is because Geem chose his frivolous elvish honor over you? It’s okay, soon you’ll have forgotten all about little Geem once I have you trained like the Keeat bitch you are.” Luzella smiled, now placing her large hands on Avelyn’s shoulders and pressing her deeper into the bed. “As much as I want to fuck you into oblivion tonight, I’ll be easy on you,” Luzella whispered.

Luzella shifted her body upward letting her heavy cock slide up between Aveyln’s soft breasts. Her flared cock head aiming at Avelyn’s face.

“Besides, you still need to eat something, an apple just won’t do, you need something stronger… something to relieve your famished state… something with more substance and protein.” Luzella humped forward, sliding her erect member across the elf’s chest. The wide cock head brushed up against Avelyn’s lip leaving a long strand of sweet pre-cum.

Luzella reached over to the beside picking up the oil and spilling it down across her own cock and Avelyn’s chest. Flashing her canines she rowed back and forth, letting her ramrod like cock press between Avelyn’s tits. Her perky breasts squeezed up against the hot member, inadvertently massaging her master’s shaft. Each pump pressed the cock head closer to Avelyn’s face until the thick flared head was bumping into her lips. Globs of pre-cum plastered the elf’s face as each heavy thrust became heavier. Aveyln tried to move her face to the side dodging the rams of her master’s phallus. Luzella’s pace increased as she moved her hand around Avelyn’s neck holding her head still. The Kazdruk’s cock exploded in an eruption of thick cum blasting a heavy load across Avelyn’s entire face. Avelyn grimaced under the heavy coating of warm demon seed. Luzella pulled back slightly letting her mighty cock launch off its load, flooding Avelyn’s mouth and chest. The elf spit the hot cum out.

“Drink up little one or you’ll starve,” Luzella smirked as she slid herself off the side of the bed. Avelyn laid there, covered in a mess of cum.

” You have five minutes to lick yourself clean. You can start with this,” Luzella exclaimed pressing her sticky cock head up against Avelyn’s face.

The elf’s green eyes peered up through the opaque layer of white batter. She submissively nodded before placing her mouth around the flared cock head and began suckling the cock clean.

Luzella shivered in pleasure as the elf worked her small mouth. “That’s a good girl, eat up now.”

Avelyn finished cleaning her masters cock and herself. Resting at the foot of the bed, she looked up at Luzella awaiting a command. Luzella rested her hand on Geem’s dagger and placed it in the bed side drawer. She leaned over and blew out the set of candles. Reaching down she picked up the apple and walked up to Avelyn. Without thinking, Avelyn cowered at her approach and rolled down to her side. Luzella lip curled upward at the submissive display and ran her hand through her long blonde hair. Luzella yanked her head back before placing the apple down in front of her. An unneeded reminder of who was in charge. She let up on the hair tugging and patted her on her head before laying back in bed with her.

“Goodnight Avelyn, sweet dreams.” Luzella smiled and blew out the last candle, plunging the chamber into darkness.  

                               

The next chapter will deal more with Luzella and Avelyn, that was already my plan. But! I want to know what else you would be interested in seeing next chapter. -Lucien

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  1. I want more Kamri and Jelthra ! 63 Votes
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Sewers of Harrow. Part I : Havoc.

 

The following events take place during Spire of Torment Chapter 24: Tempest’s Seed.

 

Part I : Havoc.

 The sewers of the Kazdruk spire loomed over the party of four elves who ventured inside. They looked around in quiet awe, the structure dwarfing any sewage systems built by even the great empire of Goldulin. The sounds of the battle raging outside were drowned out by the sounds of water flowing and pipes clattering within the cavernous halls.

“Alright ladies, stay alert.” Tereza broke the silent reverie. “The Kazdruk are throwing everything at us outside, but that doesn’t mean this place is completely unguarded.”

The four elven soldiers waded through the knee high water – at least, they hoped it was water – that covered the floor of the sewers like a shallow pool, brandishing their keen silver blades than glinted even in the dull light of the sewers. A pervading, almost oppressive stench creeped into their nostrils as they ventured deeper.

“Nice of Commander Geem to send us into this shit hole.” Zaya remarked, her fiery red hair flowing around her shoulders as she looked around.

Celena nodded. “Send all the women into the sewers and take the men to rescue the queen and grab all the glory..” The short haired, tomboyish elf grinned sarcastically.

“Maybe he just enjoys the company of men, hm?” Zaya smirked. The look in her eyes betrayed a casual friendship with Celena.

“No..” Valery interjected. “Come on. You’ve all heard what the Kazdruk do to their prisoners.. especially women.”

“What, afraid of what the big bad Kazdruk will do to you? Maybe you should’ve stayed in Wayyel shining that pretty white armour of yours then.” Celena scoffed.

Valery glared at Celena. “My *point* was we’ve all heard what happened to Geem’s fiancée. I think maybe he.. he doesn’t want to order us to a similar fate up there.”

“Feh.” Zaya looked around at the dark, seemingly endless halls towering above them. “Whatever the reason, we’re still stuck down here breathing in whatever the hells some demon passed through their anus a week ago.”

“Look I don’t like this either.. I want to be up there, the first to save my Queen. I’m just saying the Commander has his reasons.” The feathers in Valery’s blond hair added a little colour to the bleak surroundings as she spoke.

“Right, so we’re stuck down here because the Commander’s fiancée dropped her pants for the first Kazdruk cock she came across?” Celena rolled her eyes. “No really, great. Thank you Geem for protecting poor little me.”

“Yeah I guess the good Commander couldn’t satisfy her enough.” Zaya chuckled to her friend, making a little gesture with her pinky finger extended.

Tereza sighed angrily and spun around, facing her subordinates. “Enough!” Her raised voice echoed in the giant chambers. “I thought I was leading elven soldiers, not a trio of human fish wives.”

Zaya and Valery snapped to attention, looking a bit embarrassed. Celena remained defiant.

“I’m just saying what we’re all thinki..”

“Celena. Shut it.” Tereza’s icy blue eyes locked a piercing gaze on the arrogant young elf. “We were given an assignment to find an escape route for the Queen, and that’s what we’re going to do. Now. We’re going to keep moving forward and I don’t want to hear more irrelevant gossip, clear?”

“Yes ma’am.” The other 3 elves replied, almost in unison. Celena sticking out her tongue at Tereza when she turned away and wasn’t looking.

 

The elves continued moving deeper into the sewer halls. So far a straightforward series of large chambers until they arrived at a smaller passage. It split two ways, and the party had no way of knowing where either led. The stench of the sewer grew ever more intense as water flowed out of the passages and from grated pipes along the green walls.

Tereza raised her hand for her group to stop as she considered her options.

“Split into two groups of two, ma’am?” Zaya spoke up. “Seems like the obvious choice.”

Tereza frowned, knowing enough about the Kazdruk to know that ‘the obvious choice’ wasn’t necessarily the best option when dealing with them or their structures. “I don’t feel good about dividing us.. especially as we don’t know where they’ll lead and no means to communicate with each other.”

Zaya wandered into the entrance of one of the passages as she spoke, looking around. “As long as one group can secure the escape route that’ll be enough, right? The others can double back if they reach a dead end.”

“Alright.” Tereza nodded. “You and Cel..”

“ZAYA! STOP!” Valery blurted out, interrupting Tereza. She raised her hand as she noticed Zaya backing up onto a metal pressure plate, barely visible beneath the flowing water. Turning her head to ask what was going on, Zaya’s foot landed on the plate. Suddenly, a large steel gate slammed down behind Zaya, cutting her off from her 3 companions. All 4 elves quickly recovered from the sudden scare and scrambled to attempt to open the new barrier between them.

“It won’t budge.” Tereza spoke up, her hands uselessly running along the smooth metal surface of the gate. The only opening being a grate for the water to flow through at their feet.

“Zaya! Just.. hold on!” Celena slammed the low grate with her sword. If she could break that, Zaya could try to swim through. But the grate felt as solid as the thick steel gate itself, and swinging a sword against a constant flow of water wasn’t making it any easier.

“No good.” Tereza pondered. “We’ll never force open this Kazdruk metal gate. Zaya. Can you hear me?”

“Yes.” Zaya replied, her voice a little muffled by the barrier. She brushed her red hair from her face nervously.

“Look. We can’t just sit here. We’re going to go down the other passageway and press onwards. Try to find a way to open this gate.. there must be a switch or something. If not, just keep going. Hopefully we can meet up further ahead. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” Zaya said, a little dejectedly.

Celena spoke up. “We can’t just leave Zaya alone!”

“I’ll be fine, I can take care of myself! Maybe I’ll find the way up before you do!” Zaya spoke reassuringly.

“We don’t have time to argue, fall in behind me. We’re going. And for the goddess’ sake watch the floor for more traps.” Tereza turned and walked into the other passageway. “Good luck, Zaya.”

Celena grumbled and followed, with Valery not far behind. Both wishing Zaya luck as well. Zaya turned her back against the steel gate, sighed and moved ahead.

 

Zaya felt a creeping tension as she pressed on alone. The sounds of the sewer seemed more intense now. The flowing water, the dripping, the sound of her own breath, the creak of her leather armour as she moved. Her heart started to beat faster, the passage felt dank and oppressive. And the stench. Her red hair matted to her face as she realised she was sweating profusely, the water below providing no comfort from the increasing heat.

Then there was a new sound. She heard something that sounded like a scrape on the wall. She froze. “Commander Tereza? Are you there?” Perhaps her squad had found their way to her after all. But there was no reply. Just another scrape. “C.. Celena? Don’t mess with me again.”

Zaya frowned and readied her sword. She heard what sounded like a grunt. Not her squad’s. A male grunt.. but it didn’t sound elven. Another scrape. She realised it sounded like a claw scratching against stone. She tensed up. The sounds grew louder, and louder. Whatever it was, was coming near her. The passageway became somewhat larger, but there were no alternate routes, just a corner ahead, and the sealed gate behind. She resolved to be ready for whatever was coming, and went round the corner.

The sight before her made her gasp. It was a tall humanoid creature, four powerful arms extended from it’s muscular frame. The upper arms had fairly normal hands, but the lower had large, sharp black claws in place of fingers. It’s head bore no resemblance to elf or human, looking like a demonic monstrosity more akin to a Keeat hound or dragon with large, black horns. But what disturbed Zaya the most was it’s incredibly large cock dangling between it’s equally muscular legs.

The creature glanced at Zaya with it’s fiery yellow eyes. It did not seem surprised by her presence. It made several loud snorts as it regarded her and Zaya realised.. it smelled her. It had her scent. Then, suddenly the beast charged at her with inhuman speed. Zaya barely had time to react, raising her sword as the creature slammed into her. She was sent reeling into the wall behind her. She recovered quickly and gritted her teeth, slicing her sword down into it’s chest, leaving a visible scar, but the creature barely reacted. It lunged at her and slammed her against the wall again. Zaya screamed in pain and raised her sword again. This time the creature’s upper hands grabbed her wrists and spun her around, her back facing him. With a strong squeeze of her wrist, the creature forced Zaya to drop her sword into the water below them as it raised it’s two clawed hands, preparing to strike.

“No.. no! STOP! CELENA! HELP ME!!!!” Zaya shrieked as she struggled against the creature’s strong grip, she was almost certain the claws would impale her in a moment, ending her life.

The creature snorted again next to Zaya’s fiery hair, smelling her up close. It’s claws hooked onto and shredded Zaya’s leather bottoms and part of her top, exposing her elegantly weaved emerald green thong and bare breast to the dank sewer air, then grabbed her hips with those same claws, spreading her legs apart. Zaya’s eyes widened in horror as she realised the creatures intent as she was positioned over the beast’s rapidly hardening cock, her arms and legs restrained and useless.

“OH GODDESS NO! COMMANDER! PLEASE!! ANYONE!! AHHHHH!” Zaya screamed in panic. None of the salacious stories of what the Kazdruk did to their prisoners prepared her for the moment the creature’s engorged member pushed inside of her pussy, easily slipping her thong aside. She gasped, and screamed again, the creature rapidly filling her like no elven man ever did. The creature roared triumphantly as it started to take it’s new female prize.

Zaya’s screams echoed down the passageways and halls. Tereza, Celena and Valery froze as they heard them. Muffled, distant. But definitely Zaya. Along with the roar. A horrible, guttural roar.

“Zaya? ZAYA! We have to help her!!” Celena blurted out, waving her sword and preparing to charge back the way she came.

“Stop, STOP!” Tereza shouted, firmly grasping Celena’s shoulders. “We have no idea where she is! And that other passage is still blocked!”

“Screw that! I’ll bash it down if I have to!” Celena spat, tears welling up in her eyes.

“We have to keep going ahead with the mission. That’s an order.”

Valery tried to calm Celena down. “You can’t help her by going back, okay? We just have to.. we have to go on okay? There has to be a connection ahead!”

Celena relented, hanging her head, realising Valery was right. All 3 elves were startled again as they heard another scream, another muffled plea, with no way of knowing how close they were. She was distant.. or was she? Was she behind the wall next to them? The sounds in the sewers travelled frustratingly far. Then.. their hairs stood on end as they heard her screams become shorter.. quieter.. liked pained moans as if something was slamming into her repeatedly.

“Oh no.. she’s.. she’s..” Celena grabbed her chest, breathing rapidly.

“Don’t think about it. Keep moving. Just block it out. Block it out..” Tereza replied, perhaps trying to convince herself to do so as well.

The creature roared contentedly as it’s cock rutted into Zaya’s quivering form, her free breast bouncing in the hole in her top. Zaya looked on in disbelief at the cock that filled her, she gasped and made short, repeated cries as the creature fucked her relentlessly.

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The beast soon reached it’s orgasm, roaring again, it’s sharp toothed mouth spewing drool onto Zaya’s face and hair as it spurted creamy cum into her pussy, it rapidly flowing out. This only seemed to serve to drive it to pump it’s cock into Zaya even faster and harder than before, now lubricated by the cum coating it’s shaft.

Zaya felt embarrassed and fearful as she felt her insides churn against the massive cock, she tried to raise her hands again but they were held down tight by the beast. She sensed her nethers tingling as the lubricated cock filled her and rubbed on her clit. The initial shock having passed, she found herself focusing on this more and more. She gasped and shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to give this monster the satisfaction of making her cum. If it even understood that, that is. If it even cared about the feelings of the woman it was impaling on it’s long.. hard.. slimy.. cock..

She moaned. She felt like her hips were starting to thrust back of their own volition. Her bare nippled hardened and stood out erect. As the pounding of her soft nethers continued, Zaya felt her face flush and a warm tingle overtake her whole body. She let out a cry and thrust her head back as she came, the walls of her cunt twitching and clamping on the beast’s shaft, clear juices squirting out.

The creature roared again, pumping more thick ejaculate into Zaya. She recovered her breath as she came down from her orgasm and looked at the creature’s face behind her. Somehow, seeing it’s face, the way it looked back at her. She could tell. It knew. It knew she just came. Hard. And as it started pumping into her once again, grasping her limbs tightly she let out a weak moan and understood the look on it’s demonic face. It owned her.

The three elves noticed the sounds coming from Zaya becoming quieter and quieter. Then, only the roars of the creature could be heard… and then.. nothing. Only the sound of water flowing, and pipes clattering. The three remained silent, Celena’s face streaked with tears. And they marched onwards…

 

 

Half-Breed. Chapter 14: A Question of Faith

By: Dawn2069MS

“I come to you Eletha as your servant and follower, to pray for those in need.

I pray for our journey; your blessed hand may guide us on our way.

We know the journey is a test, and our mission is of greatest importance,

so I pray for your guidance over Kyaara and me.”

Tianna was kneeling and praying in silence. Her eyes were closed, her head was bowed, and her hands were resting on her chest one above the other forming the typical devotional gesture for praying to her goddess Eletha. The elven priestess moved her lips as she would speak, yet remained silent; it wasn’t necessary to verbalize her prayers out loud. The ritual of praying to Eletha contained several phases of silence, as well as sections which were committed to personal issues of the praying individual, all in addition to the standardized traditional phrases which were mainly used in divine services in shrines and temples.

After finishing praying to her goddess, Tianna lowered her bottom and sat back on her heels, her delicate hands resting upon her thighs. She still felt agitated due to what had happened a few hours ago, due to the situation she had found herself thrown into after regaining consciousness. Her head and back still hurt from her fall, and her mind was clouded by pain, doubt, and by unanswered questions. Tianna slowly turned her head toward the campfire and gazed at her unconscious big sister. Kyaara was lying on the ground, her head resting on a small pile of clothes. Her breathing was fast and her body trembled and perspired, fighting against the wounds she had sustained from the PlainSeeker, as well as against the effects of the bloodloss. The elven priestess had planned on begging her goddess to grant her powers to heal her wounded sister, but Tianna wasn’t in the condition to conjure up Eletha’s blessing at that time. While gazing at her sister’s face like in a trance, Tianna’s thoughts wandered back, summing up what she had to suffer through after regaining consciousness.

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The moment her big sister had cum hard inside her, Tianna’s mind went blank as she had suffered through her own climax. She had wished to avoid having an orgasm – it had been her big sister Kyaara after all who had been responsible for this bizarre situation, but Tianna had been betrayed by her own body. She had been panting, her body had been quivering, feeling the weight of Kyaara’s limp body resting upon her, and the inside walls of her cumfilled vagina had still been flexing around her big sister’s cock resting inside her.

It had all felt like a bad dream to the violated priestess, a dream which had started to force its way into her reality. Tianna had felt pain, sorrow, and shame, and the longer she had been lying on the ground gazing up into the sky, the more she had started to realize the gravity of what just had happened. However, there had been another feeling crawling through the back of her tainted mind; a feeling she had failed to forbear and had slowly grown stronger, bit by bit.

“Holy Maiden Mother Eletha, I call upon You in this moment of need,

and ask that You aid me to withstand the curse that has been bestowed upon me.

I’ve been victim to my sister’s tainted desires. I fear that my body has … enjoyed it.

Please bless me with the strength to repent for giving into temptation,

help me and my sister withstand becoming wicked.”

Tianna’s eyes were filled with tears as she had confessed to her goddess. The burden of knowing that something within her had given into this forbidden lust had rested heavy on her. It hadn’t taken long till she had started to cry bitterly. She had wrapped her arms around her unconscious sister, tenderly stroking Kyaara’s hair, sobbing with despair. Her mind had been torn between the intense love for her big sister and a serious feeling of averseness to what Kyaara had done to her.

It had taken a while for Tianna to calm down again. After having given free rein to her churned up emotions, she had carefully guided her sister’s limp body to the side and Kyaara’s cock had finally slipped out of her vagina, the large volume of her sister’s cum inside her womb spilling out of her. Tianna had slowly sat up to get a better picture of the actual situation. Looking down at herself, the elven priestess had realized that she had been a mess; her face, breasts, and chest had been smeared with blood and sticky cum, as well as all of her nether regions. Kyaara hadn’t looked much better. All of her face and chest had also been covered with the white sticky liquid. Tianna had looked about and had recognized an odd trace of drops of blood and semen, as well as tracks from a crawling person, having its origin where Kyaara’s horse had been standing. When her gaze caught Seriso’s limp and cumsmeared horsecock, she had realized what had probably happened. Tianna had been shocked and had whispered to herself:

“By Eletha, oh no … Kyaara, what have you done?”

The shocked priestess had teared up again; she hadn’t been able to believe her eyes, to believe that Rhyeesh’s demonic curse had been driven her beloved sister Kyaara to the point where she hadn’t refrained from using her animal companion to satisfy her surreal hunger for cum.

“Oh holiness, I fear for my sister and ask that you bless her with your gift of resolve.

She is not the demon the wicked ones claim her to be.

She is and will always be my sister, and my love for her is only second to Yours.

Please give me strength to comfort her in her time of need, even if she rebuffs it.

I know she is not a follower of Yours, but she is still full of Grace and worthy of your blessing …”

After praying to Eletha yet again, the troubled priestess sat beside her unconscious sister in a trance, doing nothing but staring into space. Tianna had felt empty, wasted somehow, unable to catch a clear thought. She had tried to understand what had happened to herself and her sister. She had tried to understand why the demoness had chosen her, why Rhyeesh had kidnapped her shortly after she had left the village of Meerisath about two weeks ago. It had been such a simple question like ‘Why?’ which had remained unanswered, and it had made Tianna feel even more empty. Beginning with her abduction and all what had happened until then, it all had felt like a neverending dream, a nightmare which had become terrible reality.

“Great Mother Eletha, I ask most all, the knowledge and wisdom I need to endure.

Back then, I sought for Your guidance, Your protection, for my journey, as I had been taught by You.

It feels like I’ve been forsaken, Your devotional servant, Your faithful follower …

Please guide me back on the path of joy, happiness and abundance,

which I may share with my loved ones.”

It had taken a while for Tianna to compose herself. After trying to clean herself without results, she had stood up and got their luggage from Seriso. The water from one of their waterskins had been sufficient to clean up herself, so Tianna had begun to attend to her sister’s body.

Removing the blood and the abnormal amount of sticky semen from Kyaara’s body hadn’t been a problem for the skilled priestess, at least until her sister’s cumcovered cock needed to be attended to. Tianna had paused for a moment. She had felt a pang of regret rushing through her while gazing at her sister’s nether regions. The hesitating elven woman had suddenly become aware of what she had been about to deal with: it wasn’t her sisters penis, the thing she had seen and innocently played with when they had been youngsters, a pair of curious kids on the verge of exploring their own sexuality during the Age of Arbitration. No, it was something else, a cursed thing which had grown physically and became menacing to her, the thing that basically had raped her not long ago.

After a few minutes of just staring at Kyaara’s cock, Tianna finally had managed to pull herself together and continued to clean her sister. As she had carefully grabbed Kyaara’s penis with her delicate hands, Tianna had felt a shiver run down her spine, as if she would literally feel a spark of power of Rhyeesh’s curse jumping over to her. Tianna had carried on with her duty, despite it making her feel uncomfortable both physically and mentally.

After having cleaned her sister’s body, Tianna also had taken care of Kyaara’s wounds and put on some bandages. As a priestess of Eletha she had been trained to apply first aid under adverse conditions, as well as to call for Eletha’s blessing.

Looking around, Tianna had realized that they still had been in the middle of nowhere and that she needed to find a more appropriate location to spend the upcoming night. She had remembered Kyaara talking about an abandoned waystation which had been on their route to the Dragon’s Spine. Since that waystation was just three or four hours away, Tianna had decided to transport her wounded sister on Seriso’s back. She had struggled hard to lift her unconscious sister upon the horse’s back while trying to pay attention to Kyaara’s wounds, but had managed to succeed. Looking back at the PlainSeeker’s dead body, the priestess grabbed Seriso’s reins and started to continue their journey toward north, hopefully bringing more distance between themselves and the demoness Rhyeesh.

The sisters had reached the abandoned waystation about four hours later. What had once been a stone building and waypoint for travelers touring the Southern Veld was nothing more than ruins. However, the remains of the walls were good enough to act as a shelter for Tianna and her sister. After preparing the place for their overnight stay and setting a campfire in between the walls, Tianna took care of her sister’s wounds again; changing the bandages, applying medicinal herbs, and dressing the wounds. She still felt too weak to conjure up her goddess’ powers to aid her sister, so she had decided to let the upcoming night pass, hoping that Kyaara’s condition wouldn’t get worse.

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Tianna’s thoughts suddenly snapped back to the present. It was the sound of her sister coughing that caught her attention. Tianna’s heartbeat sped up in excitement; it was the first sign of life from Kyaara since the nasty encounter with the PlainSeeker. Kyaara was still breathing fast and her body still trembled and sweated, fighting against the wounds and the blood loss. Miraculously, Kyaara partially opened her eyes, looking disoriented and far away from being fully conscious. Tianna tenderly put her hand on Kyaara’s forehead to check her temperature and recognized that her sister was suffering from fever. After moistening a piece of fabric with water and placing it on Kyaara’s forehead, the worried priestess caressed her sisters cheek with her hand and whispered:

“Shhh … Kyaara, all is OK. We are safe, at least for now.”

Tianna was not sure if her sister had understood her words. Kyaara’s eyelids twitched nervously and her eyes rolled back up into her head, then she sank back into an uneasy sleep. The priestess continued to kneel beside her sister looking at her face, yet her gaze remained tainted by sorrow and fatigue. Her mind was still entangled in a fight between dreamlike memories about what Kyaara had done to her, and the true love for her sister she carried deep within her.

“Goddess of all consolation, in Your unending love and mercy for us,

You turn the darkness of corruption into the dawn of new life.

Please show compassion to Your followers in sorrow. Be our refuge and our strength,

lift us from the darkness of this grief to peace and joy in Your presence.

I ask this through You, Eletha, goddess of the North.”

Half an hour later, Tianna prepared her sleeping accommodations and laid down beside Kyaara, trying to get some rest and gather some strength in order to call for her goddess’s aid to heal her sister. Her thoughts were still churned up, trying to cope with all what had happened so far:

» It all feels like memorizing a terrible dream … «

» Have I really been suffering through all of this? «

» The rape. The humiliation. … It had hurt … and yet, I had given in. «

» No! My body had betrayed me. … It’s the demoness’ fault. «

» Exile. Punishment. Slavery. … Is that my fate? Is this Eletha’s test, to endure? «

» And Kyaara? My beloved big sister? I know she fights against that curse. «

» She fights … what if she cannot withstand? If she cannot … hold back … again? «

» Endurance and absolution. That’s what we’re taught, what Eletha had taught us. «

» I’m so tired. So tired. … Need to heal Kyaara, soon. … Heal her … forgive her … «

It didn’t take long for the exhausted woman to drift off into an uneasy sleep. It had gotten dark as the campfire bathed the insides of the walls in a flickering orange light. The air had gotten a bit colder, but was still warm enough to rest in the open. The waxing moon was illuminating the area with a dimmed light, and the area around the old waystation seemed peaceful and quiet.

Some hours of unsettled sleep had passed. Tianna was woken up by painstreaked moans from her sister. After checking Kyaara’s bandages and temperature again, she realized that the fever had gotten worse. Since she was sure that the fever was becoming dangerous for Kyaara, and since she would need her big sister to regain her strength and vitality faster than through traditional treatment, Tianna decided to beg her goddess Eletha for help at that moment. She knelt at the side of her suffering sister, her hands resting on Kyaara’s forehead as well as on her belly. Bowing her head, Tianna closed her eyes and remained in this position in silence for a while, before she begun to pray.

“Oh holiness, Lady of the North, I ask for You to heal these wounds,

bless her with Your gentle touch and make her whole once more.

Cure Kyaara of what ills her, in her body, mind and soul.

Bestow upon her Your blessing of health, for the joy and happiness of my loved one and I.”

Tianna wasn’t sure if her prayer had been heard by her goddess; her mind had still been clouded by doubt and unsteadiness and her body had still felt weaker than normal. However, after her hands remained resting on Kyaara, she suddenly felt a wave of pleasant heat originating within her chest and slowly moving through her arms into her hands. Tianna smiled and whispered:

“Thank you, holy Mother Eletha.”

Fatigued and much more tired than before, Tianna crawled back to her sleeping place and fell asleep nearly instantly; treating her sister with her goddess’ help had drained all of her strength. The elven priestess knew that she had been heard by Eletha, yet the resulting effects on Kyaara’s body and mind remained to be seen.

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The preparations for creating a magic portal powerful enough to transport Rhyeesh from her current location into the midst of DalMarkaan’s Southern Veld were extensive and timeconsuming. The abandoned cathedral was an ideal place for conducting the ritual; it offered a confined location, far away enough from Meerisath to avoid causing a stir. It nearly took the demoness a whole day to create the appropriate magic circle, yet she would need some more time to meditate and then cast the actual spell to open the portal. Another obstacle was the target location. While her libido had been connected to Kyaara’s while having her orgasm, she had seen flashbacklike visions of Kyaara’s whereabouts. However, the images she had seen weren’t sufficient to pinpoint the elven girls; they were only enough to approximate the area. Kazdruk magic was powerful enough to create more accurate portals for traveling, but Rhyeesh’s powers weren’t potent enough to execute such an advanced ritual on her own without help.

The succubus knew that every hour she wasn’t catching up with her prey, the distance between the elven girls and her would grow. Nevertheless, she would still save time by using a portal to kick off her hunt.

Midnight had passed already as Rhyeesh was finally ready to begin the spellcasting. She was in her demonic form as she knelt on the stony surface beside the magic circle, her buttocks resting on her heels. Her hands were positioned on top of her thighs, the palms facing upwards. She was sparsely dressed as usual, only wearing her black leather thighhigh stockings and her armlong leather gloves as an outfit. Rhyeesh closed her eyes as she concentrated on executing the portal ritual. After meditating for about two hours, the succubus started to sweat due to the draining spellcasting, but finally managed to energize the circle of dark magic on the ground. The glyphs and symbols of the magic circle started to glow, immersing the inside of the cathedral as well as the circle in a bizarre green light. Moments later, particles of dark energy appeared all over the magic symbols, dancing over all of the cathedral floor within the borders of the circle. While the demoness continued to cast her spell, she opened her eyes, which were brightly glowing as green as the magic particles. Rhyeesh started to verbalize her spellcasting, commanding the floating particles in ancient Kazdruk language. The particles ascended from hovering over the floor, forming a sphere above the magic circle, then merged together into one single point, glowing much lighter than before.

Rhyeesh felt the powerful demonic energy of the ritual sizzle over her almost naked body, making her skin crawl. Being close to the final stage of her portal creation, she stretched out her arms toward the brightly glowing point, gesturing to wrap it with her hands. She then started to move apart her hands, as the point of intense green light started to grow larger. Rhyeesh continued to open her arms as she would embrace the growing light, until her arms were stretched to the sides completely. The result of her ritualistic gesturing was a glowing disk of green light, about two meters of diameter, framed by green and black lightning, striking into the surrounding structures of the cathedral’s interior.

It was done. The ritual was successful and the portal seemed stable. The green glow of Rhyeesh’s eyes faded away, and the round portal started to pulse in a synchronous rhythm to the succubus’ heartbeat. The longer the portal would stay open, the more it would continue to drain the demoness’ power. That was why Rhyeesh got up from her kneeling position and made herself ready to travel in a hurry. Closing her eyes again, she recalled what to do right after passing the portal, namely finding a place to rest again. She was far away from having lost all of her recently gained strength, but the drain of the portal ritual would take its toll, right after passing through.

Rhyeesh was ready. She opened her eyes, took a deep breath and stepped through the portal, which closed down right after the demoness had disappeared. What remained within the abandoned cathedral was a quickly fading green glow, followed by a ghastly silence.

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The sensation of the wet tongue gliding upward over her labia filled Tianna’s loins with sizzling pleasure. Her eyes were closed, focusing only on the intense oral stimulation. The priestess heard herself moan sensually as soft lips closed around her needy clitoris, sucking carefully on her swollen diamond of lust. All of her nether regions were highly sensitive; she even felt the breathing of the one licking her on her pubis. Tianna’s mind was floating in an ocean of pure pleasure, as she slowly opened her eyes. Darkness surrounded her, total darkness.

However, the priestess was able to see, and it didn’t bother her at all. She had no idea why her eyes were able to pierce through the darkness …

It just felt right, felt natural.

Tianna’s gaze browsed around, seeking anything within the surrounding darkness. Besides the omnipresent waves of pleasure constantly washing through her, she realized that she felt the presence of others; an uncountable amount of alien entities, surrounding her, their invisible eyes gazing upon her from beyond the darkness. Tianna blinked, and suddenly – for an instant – it looked like all of the eyes would flash up in the darkness. Normally, she would be overwhelmed by fear, but she felt safe and secure.

It just felt right, felt natural.

Another pleasurestained moan escaped Tianna’s lips as the wet tongue continued to lick her vulva, sometimes pushing deep into her vagina, sometimes circling over her sensitive labia and her clit. Tianna looked down at herself. She found herself sitting on something like a throne, a bizarre sculpture made of stone and bones which seemed to float in midst of the darkness. Her hands and arms were resting on the stony armrests. As her gaze continued to wander down her own body, Tianna realized that she was only wearing her white underbust corset, her loins stretched forward to offer all of her private parts. She had her thighs spread wide, her feet resting comfortably on the ground before the throne, at least her feet felt alike.

It just felt right, felt natural.

The one who was orally pleasuring the highly aroused priestess was a strangelooking woman. Her silken skin was as white as her long smooth hair. Even her mesmerizing eyes were white, her black pupils standing in sharp contrast to her white irises and eyeballs. She had pointed ears, similar to those of elves, though the shape of her face was more that of a human than that of an elf. The woman’s hands were resting on Tianna’s legs, tenderly caressing her thigh’s insides. Her fingers were clawed and her hands, as well as what Tianna was able to see from the rest of her lover’s body, were also white colored. While licking the moaning priestess, the woman’s eyes were continuously locked onto Tianna’s eyes. Her visage emanated devotional arousal, as well as a certain level of exotic danger …

It just felt right, felt natural.

Tianna witnessed her right hand lift off the armrest, then her fingers slowly dug into the woman’s hair, tenderly stroking her head. Moving her arm felt strange; it was like someone else had control over her body’s movements and moans, and that Tianna had just the role of a passive observer. However, as a result of Tianna’s caressing, the white woman stopped her oral cajoling, slightly lifted her head, smiled warmly and whispered with a lascivious female voice:

“Duty unto death. Selfless devotion. I am yours, my Queen.”

It just felt … wrong.

It was the sudden and severe impact of the feeling of falsehood which forced Tianna to wake up. All of her muscles had tensed for a brief moment, like a pulse of energy flashing through her body. It required Tianna some moments to regain full consciousness. She found herself lying on the side, still covered with her blanket, facing the glowing remains of the campfire. Turning around to lay on her back, the priestess gazed into the cloudy sky. She thought about what she remembered from her dream. However, questions like ‘Who was that strange woman?’ or ‘Why did she call me My Queen?’ remained unanswered. Tianna wasn’t even sure if what she just had experienced was a dream, or maybe a vision of some kind. It all had felt real and surreal the same time, just like what she had to endure the last few days.

Her thoughts snapped back to the present. It was the break of dawn and the sun had just started to rise. The air was fresh and the only noises Tianna was able to make out was of some birds in the near vicinity, as well as the low moans of suffering in a distance.

» Kyaara … «

Tianna sat up quickly and looked to the side where she expected to find her sister. In contrary to her expectation, she found Kyaara’s sleeping berth abandoned. The only traces of where her sister had gone were the bloodstained bandages; Kyaara apparently had ripped them off her body. Tianna felt her heartbeat rise in an instant, her muscles tensing as the worried priestess stood up in a hurry to looked for her wounded sister’s whereabouts. What had happened? Had Kyaara regained her consciousness? Where is she? While Tianna’s thoughts swirled around those questions, she recognized yet another moan echoing from behind the backside wall of the ruined building. Afraid and unsure what to do, Tianna headed for the source of the moans, trying to be as silent as possible. Crouching at the edge of the ruined wall, she carefully looked around the corner and didn’t believe her eyes.

In her sight was Kyaara almost naked; she only wore the stocking of her armor. The elven fighter was sitting on the ground, her back resting against the stone wall, and she was masturbating. Tianna’s gaze involuntarily got caught by the sight of Kyaara’s cock, which had slightly grown larger than usual, again. Letting her sight wander over her sister’s body, she recognized that Kyaara’s wounds were still present, yet they had healed faster than normal. It seemed that Eletha’s blessing had affected her sister’s body at least, her mind however remained corrupted by Rhyeesh’s curse apparently. Kyaara’s visage was tainted by pain, despair, and helplessness. Caressing her own cock with her bare hands seemed to have no relevant effect on the struggling elven woman. Kyaara moaned and sobbed, begging desperately to be granted to be released. She wasn’t able to stand this torment any more, a surreal fire burning inside her, flaming her libido beyond the point of what her body and mind were able to endure.

“Dear Mother Eletha, I come to You now and ask You to help my suffering sister Kyaara.

She may have sinned, she may have done many things that don’t please You.

Please help her to repent and forgive her, as I as Your servant shall also forgive her sins.

What can I do to help Kyaara endure? I beg You, my Lady of the North,

enlighten me in this moment of need and guide me to do what is right.”

Tianna had closed her eyes and preyed in silence, as tears ran down her cheeks. Though she had always found help within her prayers and her faith, right now she felt as helpless as her sister. She wasn’t able to stop whatever curse was ravaging through Kyaara’s body and mind, and she probably wasn’t able to stop whatever wicked spore of darkness was growing inside herself. Tianna continued to look at her sister, her thoughts desperately seeking for an answer how to help her suffering sister.

» By Eletha, what can I do? «

» I want to help her … she needs me. «

» Poor Kyaara, she just can’t satisfy her urges, satisfy herself. «

And then Tianna became aware of the what she had to do.

» It’s me … I’m the only one who can help her. «

Tianna slowly rose from her crouching position and took a step forward, moving into the field of view of Kyaara, her eyes focusing on the paindriven face of her sister who was sadly struggling to cum. It didn’t take long till Kyaara recognized that she wasn’t alone any more and quickly turned her head to face whomever was approaching. The moment she realized that it was her sister, Kyaara’s eyes gaped in shock. Overwhelmed by the daunting situation, she released her cock, put forth her hand like she would beg for help and intended to speak to her little sister, but just started to cry bitterly.

Sorrow. Regret. Shame. Tianna was able to see it in Kyaara’s eyes. Since saying anything right now would be a waste of words, she just walked over in silence and sat beside her big sister. Still in tears, Tianna gestured to hug her sister, and Kyaara leaned in to her sisters offer, letting all of her emotions run free.

After what felt like a liberating eternity for both sisters, Tianna looked at Kyaara’s still hard, throbbing penis again and realized what she had to do in order to help her. Though it still felt wrong, dirty somehow, the priestess slowly placed her hand on Kyaara’s cock and gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft.

The sensation of Tianna’s hand on her cock took Kyaara’s breath away. Looking into her sister’s tearstained eyes, the surprised woman quickly understood what Tianna was saying without words: “Here sister, let me help you.” The relieving touch of her sister’s hand made Kyaara’s body tense repeatedly, as she felt the sensitive glans of her cock rhythmically glide through Tianna’s delicate fingers. Every stroke of her sister’s hand sent a pulse of salvific pleasure through all of her body and mind, slowly moving Kyaara toward her so much needed relieving climax. It didn’t take long till Kyaara reached the point of no return. Torn between her incoming orgasm and the feeling of shame and regret, she finally was able to cum from her sister’s caressing.

The moment the quivering woman started to shoot large ropes of white semen out of her phallus, she moaned as if she had been released from an unbearable weight. It was more of a salvation than a pleasurable orgasm, but it finally satisfied the wicked urge which was slowly growing within the halfbreed. After some moments of panting and suffering through the aftermath of her orgasm while still gazing into her sister’s eyes, Kyaara slowly turned her head, away from her sister’s face, and looked at the puddle of cum which had spilled out of her cock. Tianna finally released her sister’s flagging penis from her soft grip as her vision was lost in the large amount of cum covering the ground between Kyaara’s legs. Both women contemplated the puddle in front of them, watching the sticky liquid slowly ooze away into the dry ground in silence. There was nothing to say, nothing to comment, as both women realized silently what was going on and what they had to do about it.

Half-Breed. Chapter 13: The Wanderers of SajaRuun

By: Dawn2069MS

Not too far from DalMarkaan and the elven sister’s struggles, in the midst of the SajaRuun Ocean …

Lightning flashed over the dark and cloudy silhouette of the stormy night sky, cutting through the darkness like glowing spears of heavenly energy, illuminating the churned-up waves of the nightly ocean. Electric bolts darted through the darkness in short succession, followed by waves of blood-curdling rolling thunder. Heavy rain pattered on the heaving surface of the sea, covering it in a dress of ripple waves and spume. A high wind was blowing, howling through the night, sometimes forcing the myriad of rain drops into ghostly shapes before touching down on the water’s surface.

In midst of the thunderstorm, a huge ship fought its way through the massive waves of water. The sea went up over its bow as black steel sank in deeply into the water, the keel tearing apart the cold sea and then rising up into the night sky, just to dive back down into the next wave again and again. The moving vessel’s bow wave and stern wake were barely visible due to the churned-up waters, and it looked like it wouldn’t move at all while making a stand against the rough weather and sea.

The ship was one of the Wanderers of SajaRuun’s capital ships. A capital ship was a giant catamaran, a multi-hulled vessel consisting of two parallel hulls of equal size, having a length of about 320 meters and a wide beam of about 100 meters, from which the vessel derived its pitch stability. The two hulls of a capital ship enabled it to heel much less than a monohull vessel, and limited heeling meant the ride on a capital ship was much more comfortable for passengers and crew than on ordinary ships. The hulls were joined by a sophisticated structure combining accommodation into the bridging superstructure. Capital ships were made of wood and metal; even elements of sculpted stone had been used in its construction process. The majority of the vessel’s body was made of wood, reinforced by metal layers and frames. A capital ship was considered to be a swimming fortress; its two hulls were both covered with over hundred starboard and portside hatches, a heavy cannon mounted behind every one of them, arranged over five gun decks. An array of catapults mounted on deck, as well as several turret-mounted cannons at the fore and aft sections of the ship completed the armament. The towering central superstructure of the vessel was divided into several decks and contained the main mast and the crow’s nest, as well as the helm, officer quarters, and the captain’s quarters.

Two people, a man and a woman, stood on top of the quarterdeck at the capital ship’s centralized helm, the handles of the steering wheel fighting their hands as they both eagerly held it and thus the ship’s rudders in position. They sometimes looked down at the main deck where dozens of seamen struggled to hold down their jobs while being harried by the harsh conditions. The man was of average human statue. He had a tan skin color and black medium length hair. His face was bearded and angular, his visage foretelling that he had seen the world and beyond. At first glance, he seemed to be around forty years of age. He was dressed in clothes which were typical for seamen, yet the shoulder pads of his attire, as well as his hat were decorated with a variety of symbols and runes, telling anyone who encountered him on the ship that he had a very high rank. His garment was made from fine and firmly crafted fabric, however it looked worn out and heavily used. The woman standing besides him was of similar height, yet she had a quite curvy statue and a discreet muscular body shape. Her skin tone was much lighter than the man’s and littered with freckles, yet she was slightly tanned, probably due to being on deck most of the time. The high wind was blowing through her long mane of natural red hair, and her green-gray eyes were looking ahead steadily. The redhead also wore seaman’s clothing, yet hers was a bit more form-fitting and decorated with a variety of bony spikes which had been incorporated into the seams at the sides of her thighs and the forearms.

Now and then a strong breeze pushed into the giant vessel’s side, forcing the two human seamen to fight against the sudden rotary motion of the steering wheel. Although the work at the ship’s helm seemed laborious while driving through the thunderstorm, both humans were elated and chatted with each other.

“For the love of mother and child, Reyvan, that’s one hell of a storm!” shouted the woman. She smiled, her gaze still locked ahead the giant ship.

“We’ve seen worse, haven’t we, Cora?” replied the man as he looked up into the stormy night sky.

“Aye, captain.” answered Cora. “Much worse indeed. However, it feels like our windmills are put to their maximum strain.”

“They can stand it. … The ship can stand it.” said captain Reyvan with a persuasive voice.

A capital ship was not a sailing vessel; it was driven by a huge single paddle wheel to propel the craft through the water. The paddle wheel was mounted on the rear of the ship, between the two hulls of the vessel. It was a large steel framework wheel, its outer edge fitted with with numerous, regularly-spaced paddle blades. The wheel was rotated by two mage-stone engines, magically enhanced devices located in the rear section of each hull, together with a sophisticated combination of chains, levers and cog-wheels for translating the windmill’s rotation to the engine core. Mechanics were staffed with moving the tiller and rudder, one at the aft of each hull. The main deck of a capital ship carried a variety of windmills, usually eight; four on top of the starboard hull and four on top of the portside hull. The upper sections of those windmills which carried the winged wheel were capable of rotating around their vertical axis and thus can be turned to face the wind’s direction. Right now, the high wind put a lot of strain onto the wings of the windmills, as well as the brakes which were reducing the rotation of the windmill’s winged wheels to a viable speed.

Cora smiled and looked over to her captain. The Reyvan’s Blade was indeed much more durable than any ordinary sailing ship she had served on in the past, though it was quite inappropriate to compare a capital ship like the Reyvan’s Blade to an ordinary sailing ship; it would be like comparing a homestead with a fortified castle. Cora wanted to confirm her captain’s statement – the ship was indeed capable of suffering much more stress than a thunderstorm was able to deliver, but her intent was suddenly interrupted by a loud male voice shouting from the crow’s nest above her:

“Alarm! Rogue wave ahead, coming in fast from starboard!”

Captain Reyvan reacted nearly instantly, his voice loud and commanding, yet experienced and without any signs of stress:

“Hard to starboard, Cora! We need to turn her bow toward the wave.”

While Reyvan and Cora twirled the massive steering wheel clockwise, the captain looked at the part of his crew who was working in the vicinity of the ship’s helm and commanded:

“To yer emergency stations, the lot o’ ye!”

“Signal the armada to stay in wor lee!”

“Full ahead! I want the wheel dig a cleft into that friggin’ ocean.”

“Get up off yer butts!”

The chain of command worked aboveboard. The majority of the crew which were within the captain’s voice’s reach obeyed his orders directly, while some officers of the crew were seconded to forward the captain’s commands through the vessel to the aft of the ship where certain crewmen were ordered to stay in contact with the convoying ships by using light signals.

The crew of a capital ship was responsible for operating the vessel. The remaining part of a capital ship’s population consisted of the passengers. Passengers were divided into two groups, native passengers and temporary passengers. Native passengers inhabited the ship, but they had nothing to do with the ship’s operation. They lived on-board and offered non ship-related services such as catering, barbershops, schools, etc. All of the native passengers of a ship were bound by instructions. All temporary passengers, those who were just transported from one point to another, had more freedom, but still had to stick to a set of special rules for external passengers. A capital ship had an average crew size of 2000 members and a native population count of about 800 people. It had a capacity for transporting up to 6200 external passengers.

A capital ship usually was accompanied by an armada of smaller vessels, usually sailing vessels ranging from freighters to armed corvettes, etc. One of the main purposes of the armada, besides protecting and supplying the capital ship, was to transfer passengers and goods from the land to the capital ship and vice versa. A capital ship never landed at a coast or harbor; it always remained anchored offshore, away from coastal waters. The armada of a capital ship was bound to its mother vessel; every supply ship was tagged with the marking of its mother vessel. The captain of a supply vessel commanded his ship, yet had to take up a subordinate role to a capital ship’s captain.

The rogue wave which was coming closer had an estimated height of about thirty meters, a mile-wide monstrosity made out of dark ocean water. The phenomenon was difficult to assess due to the adverse weather conditions. The only chance to avoid the wave to become a collapsing breaker and thus becoming a serious threat to not only the capital ship, but to the whole armada, was to pass it before it would reach its point of collapse. Since the Reyvan’s Blade was far away from any coastal line, the chances of the rogue wave collapsing on the open water was small, yet given, and the captain wanted to minimize the risk of capsizing any of his convoy’s vessels.

Reyvan and Cora, as well as the rest of the deck crew, held fast to whatever solid structure they were able to grasp. As the capital ship started to climb the approximating mountain of water, Cora sent a quick prayer:

“Siramaar, Spirit of the water, Mother of mankind – you word is our beacon in the darkness. Guide us through what lies ahead of us.”

“AMEN!” chorused Cora and Reyvan.

The capital ship’s pitch was steep rising, its bow now towering above the sea, pointing toward the nightly sky. The blades of the giant paddle wheel of the vessel dug into the churning water relentlessly, slowly propelling the ship toward the rogue wave’s peak. The captain’s plan succeeded. The Reyvan’s Blade lived up its name, as the two bows of the giant catamaran pierced through the wave’s upper rim. For a brief moment, the capital ship looked like it would start to fly into the air any moment, then gravity took its toll and the massive hull of the ship sank down with a growling moan. The thunderous splashdown jolted through all of the vessel’s body, while wooden planks and metal frames worked against each other with creaky sounds, giving a lot of structural stress to all of the ship’s body. As the bow of the ship sunk down deeply into the ocean again, surges of cold water washed over the main deck, dragging anyone who had not fastened himself to a solid structure with it. Captain Reyvan looked about in order to spot if any person had fallen overboard; luckily he had a highly experienced crew who knew what to do and how to behave in certain critical situations.

“Wooo hooo! Fly, baby, fly!” Cora screamed joyfully as the ships bow impacted on the ocean’s surface. This was exactly the type of action she was looking for, dealing with whatever task Siramaar had bestowed upon her and the ship. The situation, the masses of water – it all was gasoline poured onto the flame of the adventure-hungry woman.

Captain Reyvan was still highly concentrated and kept on commanding his crew with the composure of a seafaring veteran, his voice still shouting aloud without being stressed:

“Damage report to the bridge!”

“I wanna have all of my armada to report back to me!”

“We’re leaving no-one behind, did ye hear me, ye lot?”

The words ‘Aye, captain!’ echoed over the main deck a bunch of times as the crewmen followed their superior’s commands. Having left the rogue wave behind, the commotion on deck started to fade and the crewmen slowly went back to their normal activities. There wouldn’t be a successive rogue wave, that captain Reyvan was sure of. Rogue waves were single waves, their origin clouded under a veil of mystery. The Wanderers of SajaRuun believed that those large waves were godly tests bestowed upon the seafaring folk to sort out those who were not worthy of sailing or faring the ocean. Their deity Siramaar, the spirit of water and the ocean and cradle of mankind, was capable of giving life, was well as taking it back.

After captain Reyvan had received his requisitioned reports, he approached his first helmsman again. Cora’s clothes were drenched with water, her hair wet and flabby, yet the young woman held fast to the steering wheel, her visage foretelling she was in a good temper.

“Good work, mate. This was exactly yer cup of tea, eh?” smiled Reyvan.

Cora grinned impishly: “Aye, you know me.”

“I’ll go down and look after the engines. Keep the steer due north.” After ordering his helmsman, Reyvan turned his head around and shouted:

“Second helmsman, fall in!”

After his command was relayed several times and thus spread towards the crew quarters, a young man approached speedily, came to a halt on the ship’s helm right before his captain and stood at attention.

“Resume my post and assist helmsman Cora.” commanded Reyvan as he stepped aside to make place for the new one. “The storm’s still too heavy for just one to hold on the wheel.”

After the new crewman reassured his orders with the typical ‘Aye aye, captain.’ phrase and assumed his position, Reyvan set off for the portside engine room and left the helm.

The way down from the Revan’s Blade’s helm to the main deck required the captain to walk for some time while passing several intermediate decks which were part of the ship’s bridging superstructure. Having arrived on the main deck, Reyvan walked to the aft of his ship and examined the giant paddle wheel. The massive metal structure was rotating relentlessly, its blades sinking deeply into the churned ocean, dragging through the splashing water, a display of sheer raw technological and magical power.

The core element of a capital ship’s propulsion technology was the mage-stone sphere. It was basically a large piece of rock which was saturated with marbles of Orichalcum and thus capable of storing powerful ritual-bound elemental magical energy. Once empowered with magic, the mage-stone sphere had been split into two halves, two hemispheres to be precise. Both halves had remained sticking together like two magnets and had to be separated with force. However, even after they had been separated, but had remained in direct vicinity to each other, one half of the sphere always maintained a relative position toward the other half. For example, if turned around the axis perpendicular to the cut edge, the other half of the rock did the same, which was the basic principle behind the mage-stone engine. Part one of the mage-stone sphere was directly connected to the ship’s paddle wheel through a massive axis; part two of the spherical rock was connected to the mechanics of the windmills on deck.

After walking several minutes and descending into the belly of his ship, Reyvan finally reached the portside engine room. A variety of crewmen worked in the area, cleaning, maintaining the mechanics, etc. It was noisy down here; all of the moving parts of the ship’s propulsion, as well as a strange sizzling and crackling sound emanating from the mage-stone sphere halves, mixed up in a cacophony of awkward sounds.

The mage-stone engine always was a sight to behold. The rocky sphere had an average diameter of seven meters and was built in a massive framework of steel and wood which allowed it to rotate around its main axis. A series of clutches were attached to the part of the axis which was connected to the paddle wheel, and a giant cog wheel connected the other part of the axis with the windmill’s. The space between the two flat cross sections of the mage-stone halves was about half a meter wide. A vortex of glittering white magic particles rotated fast in between the two hemispheres and hundreds of tiny flashes of bright light see-sawed between both cross sections, looking like small lightning strikes. All of the mage-stone sphere was clouded with wafting dark veil of magic energy, sometimes interacting with the glowing particles which were emanating between the flat surfaces of the hemispheres and jolting towards the outer rim of the magic rock.

Reyvan beckoned one of the workers to come to him. After the man had approached, he leaned his head toward the crewman and addressed him with his voice loud enough to surpass the surrounding noise:

“Oy! How are wor engines doin’?”

“Pretty good, captain.” answered the engineer and continued: “We have a lot of magic friction built up in the rock. The windmills yield a lot of energy right now, but that’s nothing ye olde machine can’t handle, sir.”

Reyvan nodded slightly and dug deeper:

“How’s the starboard engine?”

“Same, same, captain.” replied the crewman, “we’re far from having reached maximum capacity.”

One of the greatest benefits of a mage-stone engine was its capacity to store magic elemental energy within the rock. While almost always rotating, the windmills were able to charge the mage-stone with rotation energy while the capital ship was standing still, and the mage-stone engines were capable of releasing any stored magical energy to the paddle wheel during still air. This enabled a capital ship to be always maneuverable.

“Good to hear. We …”

Reyvan paused. There was another thought jumping into his mind which caused him to stop speaking, a well-known yet alien mental voice, sent to him from the depths of the ocean.

Most of the ship’s crew who had direct contact to their captain were used to this suddenly occurring phenomenon. When the captain was in contact with his Aramaar, mainly when being on the receiving side of the mental link, he often go distracted from what he was doing for an instant. Further more, everyone on board knew that having contact to an Aramaar was way more important than any other duty the captain was on at the time.

“Is she calling you, captain?” asked the engineer, looking knowing.

“Aye, she’s here.” replied Reyvan and continued: “And she’d been away much too long.”

The Aramaar, also known as Children of the Water, were considered to be descendants of Siramaar. They were humanoid hybrid creatures, having both lungs and gills in order to be able to live on the world’s surface, as well as in the water, which was their native element. Their gills were located on the sides of their torso. They were true hermaphrodites and thus had both male and female genitalia, primary and secondary sexual characteristics alike. An Aramaar had two legs and two arms and a silver colored scaled skin with traces of blue, as well as a very sleek skin texture. They had webbed fingers and toes, as well as a prehensile tail which can be used as a fin for swimming under water. The joints of their limbs were much more flexible than those of an ordinary human, granting them the ability to swim and dive masterfully.

They had no bodily hair, yet a variety of tentacles covering their head, granting them an almost human appearance. Aramaar had human-like faces with slightly larger eyes and long pointed ears, but without noses and nostrils. Their eyes were usually silver-colored and covered with a nictitating membrane. They possessed a unique ability – they were capable of contacting and communicating with other Aramaar telepathically (magically) through the water. Having this ability, an Aramaar was capable of sharing their thoughts with others of their kind, providing a highly efficient communication network through the ocean. Aramaar were considered holy and thus clouded by a certain veil of mystery, due to the fact that their only contact to human beings was through a capital ship’s captain.

Once a generation, they sought to make contact to the humans of the Wanderers of SajaRuun in order to enable their younglings to find a spiritual human soul mate. This was done in the context of conducting a sacred ritual in which young human children had the chance to be blessed by Siramaar to become a capital ship’s captain. The ritual was done on the open sea and contained the summoning of young Aramaar. If one of the summoned Aramaar was willing to choose one of the children to stay with, the human child was considered to be a chosen one. A chosen one’s training began with the establishment and fortification of a soul bond with the Aramaar, called the Captain’s Bond.

Once the bond had been established, the chosen child and the young Aramaar stayed together for the rest of their lives. If one of the partners died, the other one followed and died as well. After a short time, the bond became a profound connection between the two partners which did not require any physical contact, but which can be temporarily strengthened through physical contact. The intensity of the strengthened bond depended on the form of contact; the more intimate the contact was, the stronger the connection would be. The Aramaar’s nature of being hermaphrodites was beneficial here; they were capable of getting intimate with women and men alike. Aramaar were very passionate beings; they often sought to be with their partner for more than just communicational purposes.

After crossing over the rear part of his ship’s main deck, Reyvan had finally reached the mooring deck. The thunderstorm didn’t make it easy for anyone on the ship to maintain a secure footing; the vessel’s heeling was much more than usual because of the rough sea. However, Reyvan was an old hand and knew how to deal with his ship’s movements. As he opened one of the rear side hatches, a surge of water washed through the opening and partially flooded the wooden floor. Raindrops waved inside, and the noise of the paddle wheel carving through the water nearby filled the deck. He grabbed a convoluted rope ladder, attached the outer end of it to the floor near the open hatch, and unreeled it outside.

It was difficult for Reyvan to observe the outside area due to all of the spray and the stirred ocean. The moonlight was barely illuminating the surroundings and the lanterns lighting the ship were not meant to cover much of the outside area. It didn’t take long for the Aramaar to arrive. Minutes after the captain had fastened the rope ladder, a fast moving silhouette, barely visible in the dark ocean water, darted towards the ladder and nearly jumped out of the water. As the creature started to climb up the ladder, Reyvan reached out and offered his exotic partner a hand to enter the ship.

There she stood, in all of her beauty, her silver-scaled skin glittering in the light of the moon and lanterns. The Aramaar had a very slender yet discreet muscular female body shape. She was about 1.75 meters tall. Her prehensile tail, which was about one and a half times longer than her legs, see-sawed behind her in anticipation. The tentacles which covered her head moved slightly, and her silver eyes gazed at Reyvan, excited, zealously. While her gills slowly came to rest and forced her lungs to resume the breathing, the Aramaar took some deep breaths, sucking in the air to adopt her body to the new environment.

Reyvan smiled. The process the Aramaar was going through was well known to him. It only required the hybrid some moments to adapt to breathing air instead of water. After giving his partner the time she needed, Reyvan welcomed her with open arms while approaching slowly. Now that she was here on the ship again, he felt her presence, not only within his mind, but also within his body. He had goose-flesh, felt excited and longed to feel her touches, her soft scaled skin, all of her. As they finally fell in each others arms, the world around them seemed to vanish for some moments, as the bond between them filled their consciousnesses. It was true love what connected their hearts, and a strong magic bond that connected their minds; a connection of soul-mates, forged with trust and for a lifetime.

“I missed you-mmmh …”

Reyvan’s words were suddenly interrupted as the Aramaar closed her eyes and pressed her lips onto the captain’s, kissing him dearly, their tongues caressing each other passionately. There were still traces of saltiness on her lips, a side effect from having emerged from the ocean a short time ago. However, it was something Reyvan was used to. After what felt like eternity for both lovers, they parted their lips and looked into each others eyes, smiling happily.

“I missed you too, my love,” replied the Aramaar with a cute, yet alien, female voice. Her underlying voice was that of a young female, but it was overlain by another, slightly higher-pitched voice, which was the reason for sounding a bit strange and non-human.

“Let’s go to our quarters. I have important news to forward,” continued the hybrid.

The way from the ship’s belly to the captain’s quarters required Reyvan and the Aramaar to walk for about twenty minutes. One reason was the size of the vessel and its lots of decks. The other reason was that the couple got periodically interrupted by crewmen and passengers who wanted to be in the presence of a Child of the Water, a living descendant of their deity Siramaar. They were praising her, cheering her, sometimes begging to be blessed, touched, etc.

About half an hour later, Reyvan and the Aramaar had reached the captain’s quarters and finally had some rest and time for themselves. They made themselves comfortable on a chaiselongue as captain Reyvan began to speak:

“Sirai my love; please tell me the news you’ve brought.”

“The word of the Kazdruk planning to spread out their dominion’s chain to DalMarkaan spreads like a wildfire and has finally reached the SajaRuun Ocean,” replied Sirai and continued:

“When this happens, this will most likely affect all of us – all of the Wanderers of SajaRuun, as well as our independence in the world. We may have been targeted by the Kazdruk anyway.”

Reyvan got thoughtful. One of the Wanderers of SajaRuun’s greatest magnitudes was their social structure. They were nomads of the ocean, and their social structure was purely based upon their capital ships and the associated on-board population. Each capital ship formed its own governmental unit. There was no single ruler or centralized government standing above the ships, no king or queen, no president, etc. This distributed system of governance made the Wanderers of SajaRuun hard to be targeted entirely, especially when it came to conflicts. Their social structure could be compared to a peer-to-peer network, granting everyone of its members a high level of independence.

“Is this your personal opinion, Sirai, or do your words reflect the opinion of other Aramaar?”

“Both, my love,” answered Sirai, “most of us fear that the Kazdruk’s presence on both DelHelshan and DalMarkaan may compromise our territory, bit by bit.”

“This is of great gravity indeed!” The captain’s gaze got serious. “I think the time has come for the Wanderers of SajaRuun to pick a side.”

Sirai was astonished by her partner’s words. The Wanderers of SajaRuun had always kept their distance from the affairs of the landsmen and thus maintained their political independence. However, an event like the Kazdruk invasion was of such a great magnitude, it would be perilous to just step aside and watch, that she was sure of.

“Is there word when the Kazruk plan to strike DalMarkaan?” asked Reyvan.

“The Megan’s Hope has recently picked up elven passengers from the Coast of Crystals, and they heard rumors about the invasion could be just a matter of days now.” replied Sirai with a tense voice.

Reyvan grabbed both of Sirai’s hands with his own and looked into his soul mate’s eyes. His visage foretold seriousness and solicitude as he continued to speak.

“We’re not far away from DalMarkaan, just about two days of traveling westward. If the time has come for the Wanderers of SajaRuun to leave their shell of staying out of trouble, then the Reyvan’s Blade will answer this unspoken call of duty.”

Sirai was pleased with her partner’s words and moved her face near Reyvan’s:

“Let’s head to DalMarkaan’s east coast. We may have the chance to pick up refugees, since we still have room for more than 450 passengers at least.”

“Aye, my love. And if we encounter Kazdruk forces, we’ll show them why our capital ships are also called ‘swimming fortresses’.” Reyvan paused, then continued, “Tell it to the others. May other capital ships follow our lead, and may Siramaar protect us on our new path.”

Reyvan kissed Sirai’s hands and then rose from the chaiselongue.

“I’ll instruct my helmsman to set course. Don’t leave, my love, I’ll be back in some minutes.”

Sirai nodded and smiled. A mixture of being worried and being happy spun within her mind. She realized that she just wanted to be with her soul mate. After days of swimming in the ocean and communicating with her kin, she was slightly exhausted, yet full of desire for being with Reyvan. However, she was patient with him, as he was the Reyvan’s Blade’s captain and much in demand.

After some minutes of walking fast, the captain approached the ship’s helm again and instructed his first helmsman Cora:

“Oy, Cora! Set course for DalMarkaan. Wor port of destination is the delta south of the Obsidian Cliff.

“Aye, captain.” Cora and the second helmsman obeyed the captain’s order and turned the steering wheel counter-clockwise, turning the giant ship on a westward course. The red-haired woman was surprised about the captain’s sudden order and addressed him curiously:

“What are we doing over there, captain?”

The second helmsman lifted an eyebrow upon Cora’s question. It was unusual for a subordinate to question the captain’s orders. However, Cora was more than an ordinary subordinate to the captain; she was more like a friend. Reyvan put his hand on Cora’s shoulder and answered:

“The Reyvan’s Blade is going to meddle with the Kazdruk, Cora. The time has come to respond to that demon threat. They’ll soon invade DalMarkaan, so we’ll do what is necessary to save some souls.”

“First Goldulin and the east. Now they start to invade the western continent…” mumbled Cora, then continued to verbalize her thoughts while looking at Reyvan’s face: “They’ll probably not stop there and pursue to spread their dominion’s chain over the sea, won’t they?”

Reyvan’s visage got severe, yet sanguine, as he answered his first helmsman:

“We are the Wanderers of SajaRuun. We are the sea! And no-one but us shall rule over the sea.”