By: SinfulWolf

An owl hooted in the distance, somewhere amidst the trees that surrounded the small town of the Cozlak clan, at the foot of the hill holding high Castle Volgras. The castle of their now dead king, his rotting head shoved upon a pike in the Atzgol plains, loomed atop a hill. The clan had been in danger of assimilation of the other Kings and Lords of the coalition for years now, the Kazdruk forces simply beat them to it.

Lillium smiled as she walked down the main street, heels clicking upon the cobblestone. Yannifer skulked behind her, garbed in black leather straps wrapped around her chest, offering peaks of her skin between them. More straps formed a dress of sorts down to her knees, before the heeled leather boots that had been given to her started. The elf glanced towards the abandoned homes now being ransacked by Kazdruk helots.

The hunched, gray skinned demonic soldiers were under Lillium’s command now, one hundred and fifty of them. A gift from her mistress to do her bidding. One of the creatures moved up to her, bright yellow eyes peering out from under a thick hairless brow, boney spikes running down the length of his jaw from behind his short pointed ears. Dark gray hair ran down to his shoulders, unkempt and greasy, and glancing downwards, Lillium noted the erection pushing at the loincloth hanging from his dark steel armour.

“They took much of value. There is little left for pillage,” the helot growled in his deep voice.

Before Lillium could respond, Yannifer grasped the whip that was curled around her waist, and struck the helot harshly across the face, splitting his flesh and making him stumble backwards.

“You will use the proper respect when addressing our mistress,” the Elf snarled, venom dripping from her words as she struck again, sending the helot falling backwards to the ground, arm raised to try and protect his face, only earning lashes across his forearm instead.

Lillium watched without emotion as her soldier was flogged, instead letting her hand slide up over the curve of her slave’s ass as she punished the soldier, fingers moving from leather to skin with the motion. A shiver of delight slid up Yannifer’s spine at her mistress’s touch, and she whipped harder, making the helot scream out in pain. Others were watching from the empty doorways, shaking their heads slowly.

Finally Yannifer ceased, and slowly wrapped her whip around her waist once again, and Lillium smiled. She had told her before they left Thorlgruz that the elf would not feel the pleasure of her mistress without hurting at least one person a day. Yannifer now searched out for any lapse in discipline to punish, to get her reward.

Aeltha eagerly awaited to see how long until inflicting pain became Yannifer’s reward instead of the sex, and had demanded Lillium record the elf’s descent into sadism.

“Take what you will, and set up camp. I need twenty volunteers to come with me to the castle,” Lillium shouted loudly, ignoring the injured helot near her feet who dragged himself away whimpering. On the horizon lightning flashed across the sky and the gathered dark clouds crept forward upon the wind. The rumble of distant thunder rolled over the town and the gathered company of demonic soldiers.

She watched those around her pondering the order, talking quietly amongst themselves. She sensed confusion, and fear; she had never asked for volunteers before. After just a few moments, twenty helots stepped forward, no more and no less, lest they suffer Yannifer’s wrath for disobeying. The mail hanging off their shoulders rattled slightly with their movements, and Lillium looked them over with the barest of smirks.

“Sergeant Lorth. Make sure the company is prepared to march at dawn, you have free reign of whatever remains in this shithole,” Lillium commanded, and turned on her heel, beckoning for her twenty volunteers and Yannifer to follow her.

Pulling their packs back on, and resting their spears over their shoulders, they all marched the sloped road through the town, up towards the castle. Lillium looked over the buildings that they passed by, and felt nothing within her heart. Despite the fact that she had grown up in this town, had been raised with her sister in the house they were just passing, a broken lamp smashed open on the front porch, she felt no stirrings of nostalgia. Her memories held no light or happiness.

A small frown creased her brow as she pondered that for a moment, then shrugged. The past was where it belonged; behind her. She was something else entirely now, her mistress had seen to that, had shown her the lies of the Coalition, and the vile hypocrisy of the Elves.

The march continued on towards the castle, and Lillium saw it as a conqueror, not a returning hero. She felt rain fall over her from the sky, rolling over her skin and glinting on her armour. Her world had truly changed, and she liked the change.

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The sound of the iron hammer smashing down upon red hot steel rang through the enclosed back room of the Innisgar blacksmith as Ian worked away at another short sword for the local militia. With the Kazdruk forces encroaching ever closer, they were happy for the extra steel.

As sweat ran down his face and under the thick leather apron draped over his shoulders to fall over his chest. Memories of the town nestled beneath Castle Volgras ran across his mind. The happiness of better times, before the Kazdruk had arisen and landed upon the beaches and started marching outwards, further inland. Corrupting, torturing, killing all along the way, leaving twisted ruins in their wake, and shattered souls.

Letting out a long sigh as he hammered the sword into shape, Ian thought of the battle of the Atzgol plains. Where good King Thorlan and all his army were slaughtered. At least, he hoped they were slaughtered; he found it too painful to consider that they were not dead but instead ravaged and tortured by the demons. It left the clan in shatters, and they had fled their home, leaving Queen Jella behind, who in her grief refused to believe her husband would not return home to her.

And brave Lillium, marching near the head of the army, not far behind the king, sword at her hip, the hunger for battle in her eyes as she rode away to war once more. A veteran of bloodshed, and a lover of great passion. Ian smiled as he thought of her returning from battle, slipping into the blacksmith late in the night when all others were fast asleep. How she slipped from her armour, and pushed him against the wall, taking him inside her, her lips exploring his flesh.

Plunging the red hot steel into the trough of water, steam hissing upwards and coiling around the beams of the ceiling before pouring out through the small high upon the walls into the night air, Ian hung his head low. He had taken Kira, his lover’s sister, and now prayed that Lillium was one of those laying dead upon the battlefield, ones bleaching beneath the sun.

“I am sorry,” he whispered into the still air.

Lifting the sword from the trough, he inspected the blade, watching droplets of water roll down the steel. As he watched the water, he felt fatigue finally settling into his muscles, and he set the sword aside. As he doused the flames of the furnace letting him hear the falling rain that pelted the earth outside, he heard soft footsteps outside, giving him just enough time to turn as the door swung open.

“She’s gone, isn’t she?” asked the slim woman standing in the open doorway, water dripping from the cloak pulled firmly against her shivering form.

“Kira left to ensure our future, Rania,” Ian said gently. He knew why the poor woman could not sleep anymore; her husband Julius had left with the army. She had loved him deeply, and Ian saw the pain in her eyes, and had heard her whispered prayers when she thought no one was listening. The same conflicted prayers that Kira and even Ian himself said into the dark of the night. Was Julius given a quick death, or was he enslaved and tortured?

“That’s what Julius said,” Rania said quietly, lowering  her head and turning, slipping back out into the rain, leaving Ian alone with his worries.

“Gods above Kira, be safe,” he said, tilting his head up to speak unto the heavens.

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Hiking northwards along a well worn road, Kira hugged her cloak tight around her, more to cut away the wind, for at this point the rain had soaked through the fabric. The grand trade city of Driftafay, the beacon of culture and trade and politics for all the Coalition was still a few days travel, and getting through this forest was the quickest way.

Were time not against her, Kira would have skirted it, for tales of bandits and ghosts were told above a mug of ale in all the surrounding villages, including her own home of Volgras. Her old home anyway. Now here she was, pushing through where she had never dared tread before, knowing there was more truth to those tales than simple fear, looking for a new home.

Her ears twitched, the fur brushing the side of her head, as she heard something rustling in the leaves, and the stretching of a bow. She sniffed at the air, and could smell the rank sweat of men who had been living in the woods for too long with no opportunity to bathe. The hint of well oiled steel and old worn leather. The smell of beer on more than one of her stalker’s breath.

“I know you’re there,” she called out into the woods, and was rewarded with two men stepping out from the bushes onto the road. She could smell three more still hidden, could hear their slight movements.

“And yet you still approach. Alone. Armed true, but there’s only one of you, and two of us,” the man said, toying with a long dagger, his friend idly tapping an axe against the side of his leg.

“Five,” Kira said flatly, and the man rose an eyebrow.

“Impressive. Doesn’t mean your getting out of here without paying us. Flesh, blood, or coin,” he said with a shrug.

“Sorry darling. We’ve got needs as well,” the second man said, lifting his axe, and resting it over his shoulder. A smirk spread across his features as he started making his way forward, thumb resting in the waistband of his pants. The first man, toying with a short sword, stayed where he was. He frowned as he watched his partner move and looked over his shoulder.

“Typical. You’ll be the first to die,” Kira said, sliding her blade from its scabbard and starting to walk forward. The steel glimmered faintly as it moved, and the man’s smile vanished as the woman rushed towards him.

His axe had hardly left his shoulder to get ready to swing when Kira leapt into the air, and jammed her sword forward. The steel point plunged into the man’s chest, piercing his heart and lung, and sending him down to his knees drowning in his own blood.

Ears picking up the twang of a bowstring, Kira rolled to the side, leaving her sword buried in the man’s chest, but grasping his axe as she moved across the ground. The arrow landed in the dirt where she had been just a second before, quivering in the earth.

Rising to her feet, Kira swung the axe over her head and let her fingers uncurl from the shaft, sending it flying into the trees from where she had heard the sound, from where she could smell the sweat of a man. A wet crunch sounded from behind the branches, and a body fell from its concealment, smashing hard into the ground, spraying blood across the ground.

Moving quickly to her first kill Kira pulled the sword free, but paused when she started to hear applause. Turning her head, she saw the first man clapping his hands together, sword sheathed at his hip. With her eyes darting to where she knew the others were hiding, Kira pointed her sword at the bandit.

“Oh there’s no need for that I think. You’ve impressed me, once again. And though one of us will kill you, I just don’t feel like risking my life on the change I’m wrong. So, take what you will from his body, and we’ll take you through the forest. It’ll keep the rest of the boys from jumping down on you,” the man said.

Kira stared hard at the man, wondering what angle he was trying to pull. She sniffed the ear, and smirked. Fear, oh this man was terrified of her.

“Deal,” she said with a grin.

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Queen Jella’s handmaidens screamed in terror as her guards were butchered by the Helot soldiers charging into the throne room. They reeled against the back wall, trying to keep themselves as small and hidden as possible, while their lady, the queen herself, sat without flinching upon her throne while black steel hacked through armour and into flesh and bone.

As the guards fell to the ground, blood pooling around their bodies, the Helots all grinned at the queen’s beauty, wanting to tear silk from flesh, and plunge themselves within her.

“Hold!” Lillium shouted as she entered the room.

The Helots grunted their displeasure at the order, but pulled back and formed two lines leading towards the throne. Even the handmaidens had stopped screaming, though Lillium could still hear their whimpers as she stepped over a corpse, her heeled boot tracking blood with her movements down towards the queen.

Jella’s face turned from stoic determination to shock when she saw the succubus strolling towards her. Lillium smirked, then glanced at the two hand maidens.

“I have no need of them. Do what you will. This castle is yours to loot,” she told her troops, who all snorted and grinned, tusk like teeth poking out into the air as they scrambled forward.

The two women screamed again as they were dragged from the room, long shreds of their clothing torn away and left in their wake. Lillium’s eyes moved from the doorway where the last of the Helots had vanished, and glanced back to where Yannifer stood with crossed arms.

“Lil… Lillium? What-,” Jella tried to speak, but the succubus quickly backhanded her, the edge of her gauntlet splitting her cheek open and spattering blood across the arm rest of the throne. Now the queen recoiled, pulling back  against the throne, staring upwards in fear.

“I once thought you a strong and noble queen. But you are meek, and cowardly, like all other royals. Letting Elves track all over us, feeding us to what you said were our enemies. But, the demons are not, as your hand maidens will soon discover,” Lillium growled, and licked her lips, and Yannifer chuckled softly while her mistress slowly pulled her blade free.

“Lillium, what happened to you… what you doing?” Jella whimpered as the sword raised up above her.

The succubus grinned. “Revenge,” was all she said, before the sword came down onto the neck of Lillium’s former queen. Skin easily split open before its descent, and blood sprayed outwards until steel sliced through muscle and crashed through spine, and came out the other side.

Jella’s head rolled off her shoulders, smearing sticky crimson down her beautiful blue gown, and off the edge of the throne. It bounced once off the stone floor with a wet smack before coming to a stop against Lillium’s boot. Reaching down, the succubus grasped the severed head by long silken hair, stuck together in strands by her own blood.

As she lifted, the small crown of her position fell from Jella’s head and rattled on the floor. Lillium turned and began to stalk towards a set of double doors that would open to a balcony overlooking the village below. She vaguely remembered standing out there before with the queen, telling her how she would keep her husband safe.

Before she learned what a coward and traitor to humanity he had truly been.

“Carve out her heart Yannifer. I would feast well tonight,” Lillium said over her shoulder before she pushed the large doors open.

Rain coursed down over her form, running over her skin, under her armour. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky as the succubus moved to the edge of the balcony, where long spikes poked upwards from the stone, from times long past when the kings had planted the heads of their enemies here. Jella and Thorlan had been thinking of removing them, to dispel the history of such barbarity.

Jamming Jella’s head down upon one of the spikes, Lillium grinned, and looked down over her old home, from the balcony her new home. Castle Volgras was due for some redecoration.

By: SinfulWolf

Sweat ran down Lillium’s back, trickling between her wings and glistening on her pale skin. With damp hair clinging to her skin, her head tilted back as she let out her hungry moans to the stone ceiling of her bed chambers, the succubus let her hips rise and fall. The slave beneath her grunted, his cock delving into the hot, wet depths of his mistress’s cunt, hands firm on her hips, feeling the motions beneath his palms.

The human’s face was a mask of ecstasy, a swirling mixture of pleasure as his length was taken into the demon above him, and pain as Lillium’s talons dug furrows down his chest. Crimson trickled over his toned form, rolling down to the sheets of the succubus’s bed. He couldn’t take his eyes from her form, the toned muscles moving beneath perfect skin, the bounce of her breasts each time she descended, the dark nipples contrasting with alabaster flesh.

Black lips were parted, letting her moans spill out into the room, the glimmer of her fangs behind those delectable petals enchanting and terrifying all at one.

Lillium turned her body, and stared at the young elf woman by the door. She pointed with a bloodied talon at the girl, nude save the violet loin cloth that hung over her nethers.

“Come here,” the succubus growled, and the woman nodded, moving forward towards her mistress.

Lillium’s fingers slipped into the blonde locks of the Northern Elf, entwining within her hair and pulling her closer harshly. Succubus pressed her lips firmly to the elf slave’s, thrusting her tongue into her mouth, groaning as her hips continued to roll and rise upon the man below her.

The Elf melted into the kiss, her soul twisted and torn to the wills of the demons so that she now gave herself fully to her mistress. She wrapped one arm around the succubus, holding herself close, pressing herself to the woman who owned her body and mind. She was pulled onto the bed, on her knees, her thighs grazing against the man’s, her loincloth brushing over his skin, making him hiss and grunt in pleasure at the soft caress.

The elf lets her hand grasp Lillium’s breast, squeezing the soft flesh hard for a moment, before drifting downwards, across the rigid lines of her abs, and down between her thighs. The slaves toys with her mistress’s clit, pressing and pinching it, her fellow slaves cock brushing against the tips of her fingers. He grunted in need, watching the scene above him, the dance of lips and tongue between the two gorgeous women.

Throwing his head back onto the soft down pillow beneath him, the man grunts, his cock throbbing and pumping his seed into his mistress. The succubus groans lustfully, feeling the cum spewing into her, the sexual energy in the room swirling through her soul, feeding her, nourishing her more than any food.

Lillium though does not stop her hips, though the man’s limp cock slides from her cunt. Her slick entrance grinds along his length as her other slaves pushes her further forward into the cloud of ecstasy. Her talons dig deeper into the man’s chest, as his cock begins to stiffen once again, and she pulls harder on the Elf’s hair.

The smell of sex fills the room, the essence of it fills Lillium’s mind and soul, and she reaches her orgasm with a thundering onslaught of pleasure. She presses her lips harder against the Elf’s, thrusting her tongue down her throat, tasting her intimately as her juices cascade over the man beneath her.

Still the succubus did not cease, forcing the slaves to guide her through climax, drawing as much energy as she could, until finally she came down from her sexual high. Panting, breasts heaving with each breath, Lillium stared at her little elf slave. She crawled off the man, and moved across the room to where a tub awaited her, filled with steaming hot water.

“Leave now,” she commanded the man, who wasted no time in departing, a look of fear on his face, matched by the remaining Elf.

“You have done well. I think I will keep you for myself until I bore of you. What is your name pet?,” Lillium said, as she slid slowly into the water, groaning as the heat washed over her body, into her muscles.

“Thank you mistress. Yannifer Mistress,” the Elf says with a bow.

“Get over here and wash me, then get my clothes ready,” Lillium snapped at her slave, who immediately bounds over to her to fulfill her wishes.

Closing her eyes and relaxing in the tub, Lillium wondered how she could have ever fought against this.

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The crack of the whip sounded through the main room of the desecrated cathedral. The man strapped to the side of the once holy altar, forced to his knees, let out a scream of pain as the leather licked across his back, splitting his skin. His face, contorted with pain, went unseen by his tormentor.

Yannifer held the whip in her hand, seeing what she had just done to the very same man she had seen being ridden by her mistress scarcely an hour before. Now here he was, being punished by Yannifer’s hand, as Lillium leaned against the half naked slave. The succubus had dressed herself, in beautiful silk garments that clung to her form but hardly hid a thing. Breasts pushed firmly against Yannifer’s back, stiffened nipples pushing against silk covers and rubbing against the slave’s skin. It was Lillium’s fingers though, not the ones grasping her breast, but the ones buried between her thighs, plunging into her depths, that made her moan.

“You enjoy this, don’t you slut?” Lillium snarled into her pet’s ear, making her groan, juices sliding down over the talons buried in her snatch.

“Strike him again,” Lillium commanded, her tongue sliding up the pointed ear, before gently biting it.

Yannifer groaned in pleasure, and did not hesitate as she raised the whip, and struck the man before her, who screamed again. Her mistress’s thrusting fingers made it hard to think of his screams, his agony, and her mind just swirled around the pleasure of this moment.

“You know why he deserves this?” Lillium snarled, her fangs drawing a small bead of blood at the tip of Yannifer’s ear, and she shuddered in ecstasy.

“Y-yes Mistress,” she admitted, as she was forced to strike the man once again., the whip cracking through the empty cathedral floor as the man screamed out his agony once more. His back now a bloody mess of torn flesh.

“Say it then,” came the sensual breath of command that Yannifer had no will to ignore as fingers drove faster into her cunt, curling within her, stroking the lust and sin and burying the guilt of her eagerness to leave her people behind; all to serve the very woman who had slain her friends.

“He, failed to pleasure you properly. He took his own needs before your own,” Yannifer stammered as Lillium squeezed her breast, talons digging into the soft flesh. She could feel the succubus’s breath on her ear, sending her deeper into her need to bow down.

“Good pet. Let his pain be a lesson for you,” Lillium hissed, her tongue sliding out over the broken skin of the elf’s ears as her claws raked down from breast to stomach. Long bloodied lines followed in the wake of her talons, and even if she wanted to anymore, Yannifer could not stop the moan that slipped from her lips.

The clack of claws upon stone caught Lillium’s attention, and she turned her head to find Aeltha standing by one of the long broken pews where the faithful had once prayed. There were none now to be found within Thorlgruz, for even the taken slaves soon lost their faith as their demonic keepers broke their wills.

“This is one of your pets from the Elvish raid?” Aeltha asked, and Lillium grinned at the sight of her mistress’s cock pushing at the loincloth hanging gently from her hips.

“It is mistress,” she purred, digging her fingers deeper into Yannifer’s twat, and the slave groaned, whipping the bound man once again, earning another scream that actually sent a shiver up the Elf’s spine. She bit her lip, staring at the torn flesh before her.

“Only one week, and already a slick cunt for your touch Lillium. Well done my champion,” Aeltha said, stepping closer and stroking her slut’s cheek.

“Now, do join me for feasting.”

Lillium nodded and slowly pulled her talons from within Yannifer’s pussy, offering the tips to the quickly fallen elf. Yannifer sucked on each hungrily, groaning as she tasted herself on her mistress’s claws. Then Lillium pulled away, leaving Yannifer with a look of loss for a moment.

“Continue,” the succubus gestured towards the bound man, before turning away and following Aeltha into the centre of the room, where a pair of slaves had dragged a table and a pair of chairs. Both demons sat across from each other as goblets full of blood and cum were set before them. Lillium waited until Aeltha picked up her own drink, before savouring the sinful delight of the offering.

As mistress and champion discussed small happenings around Thorlgruz, the cracks of the whip continued, the screams of pain filling the cathedral. It was not long before plates of raw meat, bowls of juicy berries, and an offering of bread was laid out for the two Succubi.

As they began to eat, Aeltha smirked.

“Scouts have found the remains of your clan,” Aeltha said, as she bit one of the overly large hellina berries in half. The dark purple juices sprayed down across the red skin of her chin, and she smiled.

“They are not my clan. They are foolish enough to trust elves, and so I will make them burn. They are weak,” Lillium said with a snarl, taking a bite out of a small slab of meat. Blood ran down her chin, and dribbled into her cleavage, even staining the silk garb she wore.

Aeltha laughed gently, and looked over to wear Yannifer whipped the nameless slave.

“And yet you have one doing your dirty work for you,” she said teasingly, and at this Lillium couldn’t help but laugh.

“She will not be an elf for much longer at this rate. I know she is a subject in your experiments. I’m simply… aiding,” the warrior smirked, and ran a slice of bread across her cleavage to gather some of the spilled blood, before gently biting in. Aeltha watched intently for a moment.

“Good. I want you to take her with you to the town of Innisgar. Many of the Cozlak are in hiding there. Use Yannifer to get the information you need from them. Where the rest of them are, what the Elves are plotting. Hunt down and enslave, or butcher your old kin folk Lillium, and come one step closer to vengeance,” Aeltha said.

Lillium grinned sadistically.

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Kira awoke from another nightmare and sat up in bed panting, drenched in a cold sweat. The morning sunlight streamed in through the glassless window of her room, and made her skin glisten softly.

Her movements caused the figure beside her to shift, and Ian leaned up, propping himself on an elbow, as his free hand gently ran over his lover’s form, down to her thighs still sticky from the night. With a long sigh Kira laid back down, and let Ian continue to run his finger tips along her form.

“Another nightmare of Lillium?” he asked with concern before gently kissing her shoulder, his cock hardening against her hip.

“Yes. They’re getting worse. I wish I knew what happened to her, just for closure,” Kira said as she slid her fingertips down Ian’s chest.

“We’ll find out some day,” Ian said softly, and Kira nodded, before sliding atop her lover, grinding against his crotch, her tail sliding over his thighs. She was slick, and sticky, and Ian grasped her hips, letting his eyes move up past her breasts to her face. They stared at each other a moment before both let out a long sigh and Kira climbed off the blacksmith who continued to watch her.

“You still intend to leave then?”

“I need to find Telva Winterstone. No other human clan would take in a bunch of broken refugees, but one of the Elven houses might, and the Winterstone are said to be one of the friendliest towards humans. I need to save what’s left of my people,” Kira said as she took a cloth from a bowl of water across the room, cleaning off her thighs.

“Kira. You know I’ll be here when you get back. Just promise me you’ll come back,” Ian said leaning up on his elbows once more.

Pulling on her fur garments Kira smiled, and walked across the room and gently kissed Ian’s lips. When she turned, she carefully brushed her tail across his cheek, and he smiled.

“You know I will,” she whispered, before gathering her things and heading out the door.

Ian watched it close behind her and laid back down with another long sigh. Looking out the window, he saw a bird landing in the tree just beside the inn. It sang softly, beautifully. Ian felt it undeserved.

By: SinfulWolf

Seltha crouched by a dead shrub on the hill just to the west of the Elven encampment looking out into what had once been fertile land full of lush grash, sparkling lakes and clear skies. Now, under Yuldasha’s reign nothing more than a dead land, the sky hidden behind a veil of dusk and swirling demonic energies that even the brilliance of the sun struggled to pierce.

Letting out a long sigh she relaxed her hold on the longbow in her hand, for there was no sight of demons or of the enslaved soldiers that had been assaulting her homeland to the north. Still, she dared not let her vigilance slip, lest this scouting party be discovered, and killed before they could complete their mission.

On the morrow, they would infiltrate the village surrounding Thorlgruz, and find the demoness Aeltha, and kill her. Seltha could not deny that she was nervous, for they were entering the heart of the enemy’s territory, and Aeltha was one of Yuldasha’s most dangerous lieutenants; a sorceress whose experiments had only led to further sorrow for the Coalition.

A loud crash from behind her made Seltha turn to face into the camp, her heart pounding within her breast as she searched for the sound of the commotion. She only found one of her companions cursing quietly as he picked up the sack of cooking supplies her had knocked over, rubbing at his shin from the pain that doubtlessly flowed from bruised flesh.

The lookout couldn’t help but smirk at the poor boy’s misfortune, before her eyes noticed something on the opposite hill, or rather the lack of something. Rising to her feet Seltha narrowed her eyes, straining to find her fellow lookout, but could not see them. Once more fear began to take hold, and she was about to call out a warning when dark, cold metal clamped over her mouth.

“You could scream, I would love to hear the terror in your voice before you died, but I think this will go better for me if you are quiet,” a dangerous and sensual voice hissed in her ear, the woman’s breath hot on the Elf’s ear.

Seltha felt the sharp point of a dagger sliding up under her armoured skirt, grazing against her thigh and inching closer to her womanhood. Trembling in the arms of her unknown attacker, she clamped her eyes shut when she noticed the leathery wings closing in around her.

“But I can still feel it. The beating of your cowardly heart beneath those gorgeous breasts of yours,” the assailant whispered, her hot tongue sliding over her ear, before sliding down to her neck.

“I will kill your friends tonight. Most of them anyway, some will be savoured in a much more personal manner. Take heart though, you are the lucky one, you will not get to see it,” the woman cooed, the tip of her dagger gently cutting through the fabric of Seltha’s panties, teasing her petals with the cold edge of demonically tainted steel.   

Seltha wanted to sob, but only a muffled and choked cry escaped into the gauntleted hand of her attacker, heard by no one save the very woman who clutched her tight. Then came the intense flare of pain in her neck, as fangs bit down hard into her flesh. Hot blood spilled from the wound, and the demon behind her groaned quietly as she drank deep of the Elf’s life.

Everything slowly faded away into nothing, as pain began to bleed away and Seltha was left only with hints of pleasure that wormed into her body despite her own looming demise.

Tossing the bled out corpse to the ground, and licking her bloodied lips, Lillium lifted her dagger before her face. The black steel glinted with juices from the Elf’s cunt, and the succubus ran her tongue over the blade to taste the exquisite flavour, before sheathing the short blade in the belt that hung loosely from her hips.

Glancing behind herself, Lillium watched as a handful of demons emerged from the sand. Only human sized, but their naked forms were corded tightly with muscle, their talons curved to make for better digging. Pinched faces with empty white eyes looked up at the succubus atop the hill, in her armour of black steel. The corset top hugged her curves, holding her breasts firmly in place. Small spikes, carved from Elvish bones, jutted up from the plunging neck line, and dug gently into the pale flesh of her breasts. A pair of simple pauldrons were bolted into place to protect her shoulders, small spikes curling out from their edges, gleaming menacingly in the dulled light of the Tortured Sea.

Looking down at her soldiers, Lillium spread her wings wide, the leathery limbs emerging from the open back of her armoured corset. Her eyes danced amongst them, and felt some of their eyes sliding down to the pointed end of her top, the snowy and hard muscle of her midriff exposed to the air, before the metal plates of her pants, shaped perfectly to contour to her curves, began. Knee high boots held firm to her calves, the bottom of the heel cut out to let her natural bone protrude out and dig into the sand.

“Elf flesh awaits,” Lillium purred, licking her lips, and pulling a long sword, slightly curved at its tip, and serrated near its guard from its sheath.

The demons all hissed quietly, and began to scamper up the hill, and pour downwards into the camp. Lillium followed after them, feeling a droplet of blood fall from her chin to land in her cleavage from her first meal of the night.

The creatures were soundless as they broke into the camp, creeping into tents to rip asunder the Elves that slept comfortably within, unaware of the death that stalked amongst them. Until a scream ripped through the camp.

A woman tore out of one of the tents, full breasts exposed and swaying, glistening with saliva and ran out towards the fire. Lillium calmly approached as the Elf reached into one of the piled rucksacks, and pulled a sword free. The warrior stood, defiant, but did not raise her weapon in time before Lillium’s sword sang through the air and bit through flesh and blood.

Blood sprayed up from the stump that had once been the Elf’s neck, as her head toppled to the ground. Lillium smiled at the still standing corpse, before viciously kicking it into the flames, sending a shower of sparks shooting upwards into the air. The smell of burning flesh filled the camp, and Lillium breathed it in deeply.

The carnage was short lived, and Lillium was disappointed that she did not get to carve her mark into the bodies of more Elves. Looking about at the strewn limbs and mangled bodies, she decided she could live with what the digger demons had done.

Strolling through the ruins of the camp towards the largest tent, were the commander of this little excursion doubtlessly slept, she could hear the sounds of tearing flesh and snapping bone from a few of the shelters around her. From a few others she  heard the sound of wet slapping flesh, and the grunts of demons overpowering the wet sobs of Elves, men and women alike. Lillium might have to take some time to enjoy those sights before they were all carted off to the cages of Thorlgruz.

Brushing aside the long flap of the commanders tent, Lillium strolled within, hips swaying as always. She ignored the woman being ravaged in the far corner, and even ignored the naked man held on his knees, two spears from his own supplies held at his throat.

He stared up at Lillium, fear plain in his eyes, as the succubus made her way to a small back pack leaning against one of the tent poles. Without a word she flipped the pack open and reached within, soon pulling out a clear bottle filled with a deep red liquid.

“Elves. At least you make good wine,” Lillium said, digging a metal covered talon into the bottle’s cork and popping it out. She brought it to her dark violet lips and drank deeply, before calmly moving over to the woman bent onto her hands and knees in the corner.

“Don’t you agree my dear?” the demoness growled, and grasped the woman’s golden blonde hair in a gauntleted hand and wrenched back, pulling her upwards, letting Lillium get a good look at her breasts, the pert pink nipples standing out from the fair flesh. The demon fucking her from behind did not stop, his cock continuing to piston in and out of her ass, its claws digging into her hips.

Lillium smiled, holding the woman up by her hair, and tilted the bottle over her, spilling wine into her mouth and over her breasts. The elf sputtered and coughed, before Lillium shoved her roughly back down to the ground.

“Enjoy her, but do not spoil her overly much. We’ll take her back to the cages,” Lillium commanded the rutting demon, who only hissed in reply.

“Good boy,” the succubus purred, and tipped the wine bottle towards its mouth. The demon gulped down the liquid until the bottle was drained, and Lillium tossed the bottle into the corner, forgetting its existence.

Now she finally stopped before the commander, who had not spoken a word. Thin beads of scarlet ran down from the tips of the spears pressing against his neck.

“Amongst my old clan, the fate I have for you would have been considered worse than death, but you’re an Elf, and what I’m going to do to you will likely leave you sobbing in joy,” Lillium hissed with utter contempt.

“What are you going to do?” the commander finally said, staring upwards in absolute fear.

Lillium smiled, revealing the fangs hiding behind her violet painted lips. Kneeling before the man she ran a metal covered talon between the spears poking his neck, and upwards until it rested on his chin. Staring into his eyes, she gently commanded the two demons to pull their spears away, then gently patted his cheek.

“I’m letting you go,” she said, almost sweetly, and flicked her tongue across his lips.

She got to her feet, and the commander looked up at her with confusion in his eyes. He looked back to the woman in the back corner of the tent, demonic cum streaming down her legs as the digger continued to fuck her without concern for his audience. His sinewy back arched as his hips thrust forward, balls slapping loudly against the Elf woman’s thighs.

The woman stared back at the commander, tears making her mascara run in black lines down her cheeks, a pleading look in her eyes.

“But you must do something for me first. Don’t worry, it’s simple. I want to make sure a simple Elf like you could do it. Deliver a message, to your superiors. Tell them Lillium is coming for them. And she will have their heads,” the succubus snarled, and promptly pivoted on her heel, and strode calmly away from the man.

With one last look of guilt back to the woman being ravaged in the back corner, the commander rose to his feet, and with head hung low, followed after the succubus, leaving her to her fate. Her screams followed after him, long after he had left the camp and stumbled out into the wastes.

Standing on a dune, Lillium watched him go, idly licking fresh blood from her talons.

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Kira groaned and opened her eyes, the chirp of birds muffled by wooden walls. Looking around she found herself in a strange hut, on a bed with thick furs for blankets. She must be somewhere near the glade, perhaps in that old woman’s home.

Sitting up, she groaned, her muscles sore after yesterday’s activities, and she was still naked, revealing the new tail sprouting from just above her ass. She reached down, and gently stroked it, feeling the fur beneath her fingertips, the pull on her flesh.

So the old woman had been right; Kira had become wolfkin, one of those meant to defend the clan in its darkest days, sacrificing their very humanity to defend it.

For a moment she felt sad, knowing Lillium should have held this title. She sat atop the bed, wishing things could have been different, wishing her sister were still around and not rotting in a demonic prison somewhere. Closing her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek, Kira could not believe that she was finding herself hoping Lillium was dead, and unable to suffer under her captor’s torments.

There was a low creak, and Kira looked up to see the hut’s door opening, a large muscular man waking through, clad in furs with a bow strapped around his barrel chest. A hunter, Kira surmised.

“Oh, you’re awake,” the man said with a small smile. Kira frowned, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up to obscure her nudity.

“That I am. Who are you, and why am I in your home?” she demanded, and the hunter blushed, rubbing his head and shuffling on his feet.

“Some old woman found me, pointed me towards you, said you needed some help. So I scooped you up, and brought you back here. Your stuff’s all in the chest there,” the man said.

“Mind leaving while I dress then?” Kira pushed, and the man’s blush deepened as he stepped outside, closing the door behind him.

Kira sighed, and dropped the blanket once more, moving towards the indicated chest and quickly swinging it open. Inside was not her usual clothing, and she shook her head, knowing that old woman would have been behind this as well.

Within the chest was a cuirass of leather covered in a layer of fur. A little low cut for Kira’s tastes, but somehow it looked… right. With a sigh, Kira picked it up, taking note of the skirt that fell from the cuirass’s waist that would descend to her knees. Taking a few moments she managed to get the garment on, feeling it snug against her curves, but loose around her waist and hips, letting her move easily.

Looking deeper in the chest, Kira found an old scabbard holding an ancient looking sword, and a pair of flat heeled boots with thick leather and fur wrapped around the calves.

“All out I suppose,” Kira muttered, her new tail wagging slightly within her skirt as she pulled on the boots, and pulled the sword from its scabbard.

The woman hadn’t known what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this; a glimmering blade of hard, sharp steel that very nearly reflected her own form back at her. Kira was astounded by its elegant beauty, the straight edges that held a sharpness after an untold time of waiting for its next wielder. Only now, holding it before her, did she recall the tale of the Wolfkin’s blade: Wurgaolt.

No one knows who forged it, who handed it to the Cozlak clan, or even why. Same with the tales of the Wolfkin itself, save that the half human, half beast had saved the clan many times in generations long past.

Kira drew in a long breath, and closed her eyes. She would gain vengeance upon the hordes that had taken her home, her sister, and now forced her to sacrifice her humanity.

Turning, she moved towards the door, ready to find her people, and lead them into a future.

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The slave’s hot wet mouth was heavenly, her lips pressed firmly around the long thick cock, sliding up and down its length, soft moans muffled by the meat within her. Letting out a groan of approval, Aeltha let her hand settle on the Elven woman’s head, claws digging into her scalp as she pushed the Elf down. The head of her cock pushed back into her throat, and she gagged only slightly, moans stifled by the thick meat.

Her back pressing against the small throne carved out of bones and rock in what had once been the great hall of the cathedral before the demons had twisted and defaced it for their own amusements, Aeltha enjoyed the attentions of her slave. The slow caress of her wet tongue and firm pressure of painted lips sent shivers of lust up the demon’s spine.

The flutter of wings from above distracted Aeltha from the lustful slurps between her legs, and she frowned, eyes sliding upwards ever as her hand continue to guide the slave up and down her cock.

A small imp drifted downwards from the shadows, the short and gaunt demon landing before the throne, bowing. The act made the three foot creature appear even smaller, and Aeltha shook her head.

“What do you want?” she demanded with a grunt as the slave’s tongue slowly ran over the slit at the end of her dick.

“A report mistress. Lillium returns shortly, with two cages of slaves in tow,” the creature said in its raspy, almost nasally voice.

“Then report to the jailors, and have them prepare for the new captives,” Aeltha said, flicking her free hand dismissively.

The imp bowed once more, and with a last glance at the gorgeous Elf hungrily sucking away, he leapt up into the air and vanished into the darkness. Aeltha watched him depart, before leaning back and letting her mind slip back into the pleasure once more. A hungry moan left her lips as the slave’s fingers ran along the demon’s thighs, the Elf eager to pleasure her mistress.

More slaves were arriving, more subjects for her experiments. Lillium’s corruption was a success, but she had been one of many. The results simply were not what she needed, so she would move on. Magic was something to play with, to toy and shape with. The Elves of the Coalition with all their laws and traditions would never understand, could never achieve the mastery that Aeltha held in the palms of her hand. Everything they deemed holy and sacred would be their downfall, and without the great houses to protect them, the human kingdoms would be scattered before Yuldasha’s host like leaves on the wind.

Throwing her head back and letting out a great moan of pleasure, Aeltha’s seed erupted in the slave’s mouth. The hot, sticky cum shot down her throat, filled her mouth, dripping from her lips, splashing on her breasts, but still the Elf obediently attempted to drink as much as she could, filling her stomach with the demonic spunk.

Pulling the slave’s mouth and looked down at her, Aeltha smiled at the sight of her. The dark veins that spread out from her eyes, the irises darkened to a pitch black as corruptive magic coursed through her, tainting her. As good a whore as she was, the former magistrate had been a failure.

“Mistress, how may I pleasure you?” she purred softly, rubbing her own tits in a display of servitude.

Lillium would be returning shortly, but until then Aeltha would have to wait. For her test subjects would be following with her champion. The demoness smiled, and pulled the Elf back down on her cum slick cock, and slid back into the hot moist haven of her mouth. There was no resistance, the slave’s mind no longer her own, she merely wrapped her lips around the offered meat, and began to hungrily suck.

By: SinfulWolf

Lillium’s eyes slid open in the darkness of the desecrated cathedral. She was alone in the shadows, the cold air brushing over her naked form, sending a shiver up her spine pressing against the stone altar. The taste of cum was still strong on her lips and tongue, and she licked her lips, savouring the flavour, and noting the extended canines that pressed sharply against her tongue.

Hours had gone by, hours of exquisite agony that made her cunt clench with lust, as her body was wracked with the dark magic that sculpted her body and twisted her soul.

Slowly she sat upright, no longer bound to the altar. She felt her skin pull slightly as blood that had dried between flesh and stone crumbled from her form. A dull throb could still be felt in her back, where the flesh had torn itself open to let new, leathery bat like wings emerge from her skeleton. Sitting up, Lillium experimentally stretched them out wide, feeling the power in these new limbs.

Swinging her legs to the side, she carefully set her feet down upon the ground. First the skin of her toes touching the cracked floor, before the slightly curved three inch bone spike shooting out from within her heel clicked down. Unsure of her balance, Lillium pushed her ass off the altar and stood upon her newly formed feet.

The heels felt natural to her, as if she’d had them her entire life. The muscles in her calf flexed, and the corrupted woman took a few experimental steps. Her hips swayed sensually with each movement, and she felt the new way of walking came to her as easily as breathing. Walking in circles around the altar, she smiled, hearing the click of her new bones against the floor, feeling the tension in her long, toned legs.

As she walked through the narrow passage that led out from the crumbling cathedral, she ran her fingertips along the walls, feeling her black claws scrape on the stone, making small marks in the blocks. Emerging into the light, she squinted her dark red eyes at the sun above. The light struggled to worm its way through the ash and dark crimson sand swirling in the air, coming through in vile rays of black and scarlet. Harsh winds bit at her naked flesh, whipping sand across her now snow white skin, thin veins along her arms and around her eyes black with the corruption Aeltha had pumped into her form.

Looking around her, Lillium could see a small town of ramshackle huts pitched up to protect the denizens of this place from the furious sandstorms that swept through the Tortured Sea, all within the shadow of the looming cathedral, its spires reaching up into the sky. Wandering through the streets, she noticed that all those milling about were human, or half breed demon elves. No true demons were about, and Lillium wondered if they hid within the cathedral at her back, fucking and feasting and killing to their heart’s content.

In the centre of the town was a large square devoid of proper structures. It was here Lillium came upon a sight that once would have outraged her, but now brought a vile smirk to her lips. A cage of rusted iron, topped with vicious spikes that looked stained in blood. Within huddled people, captives from the war in the north, struggling to conceal themselves with the shoddy rags they had for clothing. Men, women, children, all here to await their end. A few looked at Lillium with fear, or loathing, but most kept their eyes averted, not wanting to draw the ire of the newborn demon staring at them.

Especially not with the two bodies swaying from the gallows just beyond the cage, the flesh picked away by carrion birds and hungry demons, leaving torn and ragged messes swaying from fraying rope. The torn flesh, and dripping blood that pooled in the sand below their nearly skeletal feet made Lillium’s mouth water. She slowly ran her tongue across her lips as she stared at the bodies, feeling an ache in her fangs, wondering what it would be like for her incisors to tear deep into the remaining tissue.

“Welcome to Thorlgruz,” came a familiar and sensual voice that sent a shiver up Lillium’s spine.

Turning, the newborn demon saw her Mistress standing by one of the streets, leaning against a hut, arms crossed beneath her bust. She was clothed now, though scarcely. A leather bra that struggled to contain her tits, nipples poking up against the dark material, with curved, hard leather spikes shooting up from her shoulders, wrapped around her upper half, leaving her mid riff open for the eyes to take in. A loin cloth hung from her hips, just barely hiding the cock hiding beneath, and doing little for the curves of her rear. The ensemble was completed by thigh high boots, laced up the sides, with a spiked heel, the claws tipping her toes punching through the leather, digging into the sands.

“Mistress,” Lillium purred softly, bowing her head before the demoness.

Aeltha let out a soft laugh, her tail flicking behind her like a whip, before curling around her thigh. She walked forward and ran a palm across Lillium’s cheek.

“My champion. My slut. I told you that you would be beautiful,” Aeltha growled, grasping Lillium’s chin and tilting her head upwards, pressing her lips tight against the newborn’s and kissing hungrily, thrusting her tongue into Lillium’s mouth.

The tainted woman moaned, her hands grasping her mistress’s hips, pressing herself tightly against the demon, feeling the erection pushing at the loin cloth and pressing against her thigh.

Before it could get heated, before Lillium could find her satisfaction, Aeltha broke the kiss and stepped back, licking her lips.

“I have a task for you my pet. A final step to prove you are one of us now, to set in motion the winds of your vengeance.”

“Tell me,” Lillium growls lowly, eager to get her hands around Telva’s throat, see her face go blue as life is slowly choked from her form, before her body is tossed away to be used as little more than a cum dump.

Aeltha smiles, and beckons with her finger, slowly walking towards a hut sitting on the edge of the square, the doors reinforced with steel, the windows filled with rusted bars with sharp barbs protruding from the metal.

The demoness led her champion into the small building, ducking beneath the ragged frame of the door. Lillium followed, goose bumps raising along her naked skin, the tap of her heels echoing off the walls.

It was a prison, lined with cells. A small desk near the entrance was manned by a human, dressed much like the one that had ravaged Lillium when she was human. Memories of his cock, thrusting between her lips, down her throat, filled her mind for a moment, and a sly smirk was offered to the masked, bare-chested man behind the desk, before following Aeltha deeper into the small prison.

“Only a few are kept in here, to await… judgement. Most are kept in the dungeons beneath the cathedral,” the demoness explained, loincloth swaying with her hips. Lillium could see the shadow of her cock swinging with each step as she followed.

They moved slowly down a hallway, beyond the sight of the warden sitting near the entrance. Lillium noted figures scuttling away from the bars as the two of them walked past, and she smiled. The smell or fear was strong in this place, and it sent a tingle running up her spine, before finally Aeltha stopped before one of the cells.

Looking back at Lillium, her fangs flashed in the darkness as her lips curled upwards. Snapping her fingers, the demoness summoned a flickering flame in the sconce just outside the chosen cell, its dim light pooling across the stained stones of the floor, and the shackles hanging from the wall.

Trapped within the rusted metal was a naked man, immediately familiar to Lillium. Julius had been a brave soldier, and loyal to the clan for as long as she remembered. They had fought side by side countless times, and were very close friends.

Now she stood above him, as he slumped against a wall, long hair once so illustrious now greasy and unkempt as it hung before his eyes. The skin around his wrists had been rubbed raw, and dried blood was caked along his forearms. Long gouges contrasted the tanned skin of his chest, put in place by claw and whip, and Lillium was sure his back looked far worse. Another shudder ran up her spine, and she licked her lips as her eyes inevitably settled on his loins. His cock lay limply against his thigh, and Lillium was curious to see it raging back into life.

“Enjoy his flesh,” was al Aeltha said, slapping Lillium’s ass and sending her into the cell.

It was the clicking of heels just before him that caught Julius’s attention, and the man looked upwards with defiance. Defiance that melted into despair as soon as he saw who his visitor was.

“Lillium! What have they done to you?” he cried out, voice hoarse and full of the pain so clear in his eyes.

The twisted champion straddled his form, pressing her wet, slick pussy against his cock, and began to gently move her hips. The smile never faded from her expression, even as Julius grew ever more distressed.

“Twisted my body, corrupted my soul, and opened my eyes,” Lillium purred deeply, running her claws down his forearms, causing the dried blood to flake away, drawing lines along his flesh.

The man squirmed beneath her, trying to get out from under her, rubbing himself against her womanhood and sending jolts of pleasure through her groin. Jolts that made her groan softly, and stirred his member into firmness.

“What are you doing? Help me, we can get out of here, save our clan!” Julius argued, even as he rose between her thighs.

“Save our clan? From the demons? Why would I want that my old friend? It is the Elves who condemned us, who toss us aside even in the best of times. No Julius… here we can be free,” Lillium said slowly, moving her hips in small circles, feeling him grow ever harder beneath her. He was almost ready.

“The elves are our allies! The demons want only to enslave us,” Julius nearly screamed, before coughing violently, spatters of his spittle landing on Lillium’s breasts. She ignored it, shaking her head instead, raising her hips, his cock standing up at full attention.

“Fool,” she said, almost sadly, and brought herself down, moaning hungrily as his cock drove deep into her, her claws digging hard into his shoulders, causing thin lines of blood to trickle downwards.

“You would protect the elves, over your old friend. Then you have betrayed your clan Julius, betrayed me,” she said, and started to roll her hips, causing the man beneath her to grunt involuntarily.

“You disappoint me further Julius… I expected you to be bigger,” she snarled into his face, the tips of her breasts grazing his flesh with each word. Julius was on the very verge of sobbing, his as his cock throbbed within the beautiful woman that had not so long ago, fought side by side with him. Worse yet, he could see her within, see the same woman he had known before. But he knew that the woman that was, had changed forever. Above him now was not her replacement, it was her, and it stung his heart, even as her cunt brought him closer to orgasm.

“I’m surprised any woman would come back to you, with a cock like this. It’s pathetic,” she snarled again, and dug her claws deeper, sending bolts of pain through his body, making him scream, and ashamedly bringing him closer to climax. Lillium could feel something within him, something curling through his loins and into her body. She groaned, slowly coming to the realization that she was feeding on this very act of sex.

“Much less that beautiful wife of yours, the same one you’re betraying with each pulse of your cock inside me,” Lillium cooed with bared fangs, her wings spreading out wide behind her.  Julius felt his face burning red, and anger seeping through his mind. He forgot that she had been his friend, his comrade, and now only saw the enemy.

“Fucking demon bitch,” he yelled with what little strength he had left, and lashed his head forward. His skull smashed against her face, and cartilage snapped and blood gushed from Lillium’s nostrils. The demon let out a groan of pleasure as the delicious pain flared from her broken nose, that almost immediately began to heal itself.

“I’m going to find that gorgeous wife of yours, and I’m going to break her. She’ll be mine, for as long as I see fit. She’ll moan as I ravage her, as I let the hordes ravage her, and she’ll forget about you entirely,” Lillium growled, licking her upper lip, tasting her own blood.

Julius felt his blood run cold as he heard those words, knowing she meant every single one. The demon grinned wildly, hungrily, and dug her claws into his chest. Scarlet welled up around the talons, sinking deeper into flesh, until pain finally made his cock go limp within her. Black claw scratched against bone and Lillium shook her head.

“Can’t even cum… useless,” she growled, and thrust her hand hard into him, breaking through ribs and muscle and into the cavity within. Blood gushed outwards in a heavy tide, and Lillium wrapped her deceivingly delicate fingers around the still beating heart.

Behind her, Aeltha began a soft chant, and black lines of magic swirled around Julius’s form, keeping him alive in these final moments. Grinning, Lillium wrenched her hand back, tearing arteries and veins as she pulled the still beating heart clear of his chest. Her mouth watered as she looked at the delicious red organ throbbing in her bloodied hand.

“But you offer me something,” Lillium whispered, and slowly ran her tongue up along the sides of the tough muscle, groaning softly as she tasted his life essence. Feeling every ridge and curve of the beating heart within her grasp, its sensual delicacy thriving on her tongue.

Finally she sank her fangs deep into it, groaning sexually as she savoured this first feast, before the eyes of her former friend, who was finally released by her mistress into death, as the last of his heart was swallowed by Aeltha’s champion.

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The deer was strung up by its hind legs, guts spilling out onto the ground after the elderly woman had carved open its middle, splitting ribs and flesh to get at the insides. It swayed gently on the rope, dangling lifelessly from the lower branches of one of the many oak trees in the forest Kira had been taken to by this wise woman.

“Life is taken, to give birth to the predator,” the woman said loud enough that Kira could hear, before going back to her soft chanting, digging around within the carcass of the deer, crimson staining her arms up to the elbows.

Standing behind her, trying unsuccessfully to conceal her naked form, Kira shivered in the breeze that whisked between the branches and trees of the forest. She tried not to think of what was to come, but when the woman turned, and began to run bloody fingertips over Kira’s skin, she couldn’t help it.

Strange designs were drawn on her flesh, the deer’s blood still warm, and sticky. Kira swore that the wind grew stronger as more of the arcane symbols were drawn across her breasts, stomach, shoulders and thighs. Her nipples stood on under as the breeze washed over her, but still the blood was warm, clinging to her skin.

“So… what do I do?” Kira asked, standing naked before this strange old woman, who had so far explained nothing, even as she had had Kira strip naked, and killed a deer to paint her with its life essence.

“Bond with the wolves of this grove. You will know what to do,” the woman said with a gentle smile.

“But I don’t, that’s why I’m asking,” Kira said, impatience starting to show through in her words.

“Not now, but you will. Just follow your instincts, and they will show you the correct path. Or not, and then it doesn’t matter, for you are not right for this,” the woman said with a smile, then smacked Kira’s ass, leaving a bloody handprint on her skin.

“Now, into the grove. I will wait for you here,” the woman said.

Kira frowned at the woman, but started walking towards the break in the trees anyway, stepping across grass and around bushes until she stepped into a small meadow. This must have been the grove that the old woman had been talking about, but Kira still didn’t know what she was supposed to do.

A low growl from beside her sent a shiver up Kira’s spine. Slowly she turned, to see a large wolf slowly padding out from between the trees. It glared at her with beastly eyes, head low to the ground as it crept towards her. Strangely Kira felt no fear, she merely faced the animal, and held her arms out wide.

“My name is Kira, or the Cozlak clan. I am here to conjoin my spirit with yours. Take me into your fold, show me your strength,” Kira said, though she didn’t know why. It felt more like the words simply fell from her lips, than any true thought pattern.

The wolf approached until it was just in front of Kira. The cold touch of its nose against her thigh did not stir her, until it slid upwards, and between her legs. The cold wet touch against her hot wet cunt pulled a low groan from her lips, rather than words. Almost out of instinct, she pushed her hips forward, grinding herself against the wolf’s muzzle, moaning openly as its tongue slid outwards, and up her slit.

Reaching downwards until her fingers ran through the beast’s soft fur, she let it lick between her thighs. She had no idea why she was giving herself in, except that it felt right. It felt, harmonious.

She felt her knees starting to shake, felt her desires rising. Suddenly it felt like her skin was on fire, and she let out an animalistic growl. The wolf darted between her legs, fur brushing against her thighs, tail sliding against her pussy and over the curves of her ass, before Kira fell to her knees, and forward onto her hands.

Pulling her lips back, she panted, sweat covering her body as fingers dug deep into the earth. Something was stirring within her, making her skin itch, making her loins ache.

Paws pressed down on her back, pushing her down slightly until her nipples grazed the grass shooting up from the meadow floor. Her thighs spread, out of instinct more than any real thought. A shiver ran up her back, out of anticipation of what she knew was to come next.

The wolf was not gentle as he shoved his hard cock between Kira’s nether lips, nor did she care. A hungry moan burst from her lips, bouncing from the trees as her body responded, her lust making her hips thrust back against the beast.

The wolf’s length slid within her, until the bulge of its knot pressed against her entrance, pushing its way inside. Kira moaned again, fingers digging deeper into the earth as she felt the knot push within her, lock within her.

The wolf growled in her ear, and Kira responded with one of her own. It didn’t even sound human to her own ears, ears which could hear the rustling of branches from the tree line around her, even as the sounds of grunts and breathing tried their best to overpower.

The smell of sex grew stronger, mixing with the grass, the earth, the animal smell of the wolf’s fur. The wind carried scents that were unfamiliar, scarcely there but still tingling at Kira’s nostrils.

A snarl tore from her throat, and she pawed at the ground eagerly, as cock pounded within her. The world went hazy around her, and she was lost in a cacophony of smells, and sounds. The pleasure coursed through her veins as she panted hungrily, fur pressing tight against her rear with each thrust within her wet cunt.

A howl burst from the wolf’s muzzle, echoing in the grove. Streams of hot cum shot out from its cock, filling Kira’s insides, swirling in her core. With a pop, the beast pulled itself free, the knot’s exit sending a small jolt of pain through Kira. She collapsed, feeling the cum within her, the blood from the deer cooling on her skin.

Her tongue slid over her lips as she laid naked in the grass, one hand brushing through her sweat drenched hair, passing over her ear. She felt fur, and her hand paused. Her fingers explored, and found her ear had lengthened, shot upwards from her skull, and was covered in soft fur the colour of her hair.

For a moment she wasn’t sure what to think, what to say, but she didn’t question it, especially after looking between her legs and seeing a tail there.

“One with the beast,” Kira muttered to herself, looking up as she saw the wolf near the edge of the clearing, staring at her.

A great hunger grasped her gut, and her mind seemed to be consumed by it. Kira lost herself once again, in a haze of instinct. The wolf growled, and suddenly Kira was running through the forest. She did not know where, but the beast within her heart did. She felt as if she was just along for the ride, muscles and tendons acting of their own will, blood caked on her skin, cum streaming down her thighs as she tore around bush and beneath branch.

Then the scent filled her nose. Fur and meat, unlike the wolf’s. Fear.

She leapt out from the foliage, and grasped the deer by the neck, tackling it to the ground as she buried her teeth into its neck. Blood welled in her mouth, and she tore and chewed hungrily. Fresh blood sprayed across her face and chest, but she cared not. Her human mind was gone, leaving only a husk on instinct in this moment.

Her lover had helped take the prey down, and together the two shared their post-coital meal in relative silence. Only the sounds of their feasting filling the air.

Sitting up for a moment Kira felt some vestiges of her conscious mind coming back to her. She blinked, but and found that everything she had just done was, natural. It felt right.

The eyes staring at her naked back however, caused her to turn. She felt no shame at her nudity, even if it was only the old woman from before.

“Eat the heart. Be one with the beast Kira. Become Wolfkin,” she whispered.

Kira turned back to the torn up meal before her. Without hesitation she thrust her face hard against the ribcage. She pushed her way through bone and muscle to the organ within the deer’s chest. She clamped her teeth down upon the heart within, and lost herself to the beast once more.

By: SinfulWolf

The single torch within the chamber flickered, shining light directly into Lillium’s eyes. The flames offered no heat in the chilled room, the cold stone of the altar pressing against the skin of her back. Arms bound above her head, chained to the side of the long altar to whatever twisted deities the invading demons worshiped. Her legs dangled off the sides, similarly chained in place, spread open to give an inviting view of her cunt perched on the edge of the stone table.

Glancing around, the warrior tried desperately to find the demon who was in here with her, and her human slave. Tilting her head back, she could vaguely make out the muscular form of the man who had beaten her senseless, all while the demon woman has whispered into her ear. Yet without any commands, that man did nothing, leaving Lillium alone with her thoughts and memories.

She tried not to think of it; the battle of the Atzgol Plains, where the entirety of her clan had stood with a regiment of Elf warriors. The plains had been the buffer zone between the creeping forces of Yuldasha and the Northern Wood Colony Expanse. Lillium had of course answered her king’s call to battle, yet on the blood soaked fields, when they needed aid, the Elves had fled. One of their so called nobles, Telva Winterstone, had called the retreat, not wanting to waste any more Elven lives.

So the plains of Atzgol fell to the demonic hordes, leaving the Cozlak Clan, her clan, open. She was happy she would at least not see the horror that would be visited upon her people, at the demons had taken her captive, stripped her naked, and raped her for hours before the one of pale red skin had found her, and brought her to a desecrated cathedral at the edge of the Tortured Sea.

“You remember it well don’t you?” Aeltha, the demon purred sensually from within the shadows. Looking down over her own naked body, bruised and cut from the tortures she had suffered, Lillium saw the glowing red eyes of her captor. The one creature now who held something Lillium craved more than anything.

“In war, enemies fight each other, kill each other. You know this, I know this… but the Elves. They are supposed to be your allies, and they abandoned you,” Aeltha continued, stepping into the pool of light, revealing her own nudity. Small rubies glimmered from her nipples, as her thick cock stood upright between her legs.

“You promised me vengeance,” Lillium snarled, feeling hatred in her heart, remembering Telva’s long hair flowing behind her as she rode away, uninjured, fearful.

“I did, and you shall have it,” Aeltha said stepping up to the altar. Her fingertips ran up Lillium’s thighs, teasing the flesh, while the head of her prick slid over the slick petals between the human’s legs.

“But I want you to remember this moment. How it was the Elves that pushed you into this torment,” Aeltha said, and smiled wickedly.

The hooded man came close, and grasped Lillium’s hair harshly, pulling her head back, sending flares of pain through her scalp. She let out a scream, not knowing she opened the way for the torturer. The man who had nearly broken her jaw, and broke her skin across her body, shoved himself between her lips.

Eyes going wide as salty flesh passed over her tongue and pressed down into her throat, she couldn’t help but gag. The man did not stop, instead thrusting himself into her, her throat closing around the tip of his cock, making him grunt in pleasure, his shaft sliding in over her hot wet tongue.

“This is my nature. I can not help myself. But Telva was the one who put  you here, on this altar,” Aeltha whispered just loud enough to be heard, her words like honey dripping into Lillium ears, even as the demon shoved her cock into the captive’s cunt, spreading her nether lips open, feeling the heat of the fallen warrior’s intimacy.

 A hand roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing the soft flesh, but Lillium could not tell who it was as her captors pistoned themselves in and out of her body. She felt her skin heating as the two ravaged her, their cocks hammering between her legs and her lips. Within her heart, she knew that Telva must pay for this. Pay for all of it.

Strange words slipped from Aeltha’s enticing lips, spilling into the air, as the tingling shivers of magic ran through Lillium’s veins. She envisioned herself, naked and proud, standing above Telva and grinding her pussy down onto the Elf’s mouth as she sobbed, pathetic and cowardly, juices streaming down her face to mingle with the tears.

Despite the thrusting meat in her mouth, across her tongue, down her throat, Lillium moaned. She let her tongue slither and slide over the prick ramming between her lips, heard the answering groans of pleasure from above her.

“Come to me my champion, my slut,” Aeltha whispered, and Lillium felt something twisting deep within herself, breaking.

Pleasure coursed through her sweat covered body, her juices dripping down onto the altar which glowed a smoky black, tendrils of magical energy slid over her form, caressing her more intimately than any lover could. They slid up her, down between her thighs, across her back. Pain flared in her back as the magic tore into her skin and slipped into her flesh.

Clamping her eyes shut, Lillium could not stop herself from moaning, her throat adjusting to the invasion her captor visited upon her. Her gags slowly ceased, and her hips began to thrust back against Aeltha’s quick, hard thrusts, as more of the magic slid in along with the cock coated and glistening with Lillium’s arousal. Her breasts shook each time she was slammed into, her nipples stiff and erect in the warm, sex scented air of the cathedral.

A cacophony of lustful groans filled the chamber, and Lillium felt liquid heat gushing into her womb, and down her throat. The hooded man slowly pulled himself out, a string of cum hanging between Lillium’s lips and the head of his cock. She gasped for breath, before flicking her tongue to breast the string, catching it in her mouth. Aeltha slowly pulled herself free, her spunk running from Lillium’s pussy, the clit engorged with need.

“You will be beautiful,” the demon purred softly.

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Kira looked down upon the plains, where the dead of her clan still lay. Most of their forms had been picked clean by the crows, or the demons themselves, leaving only battered skeletons with scarce flesh remaining to cling to their bones.

She did not know why she came back here, hoping to see some sight of her sister; Lillium was gone, captured by Yuldasha’s legions if the scouts were to be believed. She didn’t want to believe them, but they wouldn’t lie.

Images of a demon’s hand hard on her sister’s head, entwined with her hair, and forcing her mouth down a long thick cock filled Kira’s imagination. She knew the legions wouldn’t spare her any humiliation, would keep her as a plaything for a long time.

With a heavy sigh Kira turned to look behind her at the small gathering of farmers that stared up at her, their packs over their backs. No nobles were left of the Cozlak clan, just the commoners. No true warriors left, just those in training like Kira herself, or the scouts.

Now they all looked to Kira, the younger sister of their greatest warrior, for guidance. But she did not know what to do. She could see the fear in all their eyes, as they held tattered cloaks around their forms, trying not to think of their burning homes just north of here. Homes where demons now laid their feet, and raped those left behind.

“We skirt our home, we go north west,” Kira said to the survivors of the now nomadic clan.

“To what avail? The demons will only find us again,” someone shouted.

“They’ve taken everyone, how can we fight back?”

Kira was quiet, she had no answers, and could not bring herself to lie to those who now looked up at her with demands in their eyes.

“Unless a warrior is born of wolves,” came a weak sounding voice said from within the crowd, and everyone went quiet.

Slowly the crowd parted around an old woman, holding herself up with a twisting stick with a wolf tail hanging from the curled knob at the top. Her back was hunched over, and she looked out from behind white bangs with a soft, friendly smile.

“Born of wolves?” Kira asked curiously.

“There is an old legend, of when our clan was last in dire need of protection, when we were at war with the Elves. A woman gave herself to the wild, to the wolves, to sacrifice her humanity, and rise again as something more,” the old woman said gently.

Kira stared at the old woman, and felt the eyes of those in her clan upon herself.