By: Lucien

Kamri carefully walked with Brazeek towards the chamber that Jelthra was trapped in.  

“Call your boys over if they want in on Jelthra too.” Kamri spoke, smiling to herself. 

The two moved towards the lower section. The group of Kazdruk soldiers were at the end of the stone stairwell. They all looked at Kamri and Brazeek with a puzzled gaze. Kamri kept the knife hidden behind Brazeek.

“Is everything ok, Brazeek?” one of the demons spoke.

Kamri pushed the knife tip into Brazeek’s back, reminding him not to pull anything.

“Yesss.  Move down to the holding area with uuus.”    

The demons looked at the two for a moment, nodded and moved down to the holding chamber with them. The group reached the large wide door that was still closed. Brazeek smiled; Kamri stopped and let the demons move onward towards the door.

“Alright Brazeek, she’s in there. I think it’s best if we go our separate ways now, for I have work to attend and I’m sure Jel wouldn’t be so pleased to see me… if she’s even alive,” she softly whispered under her breath, flashing her teeth. “I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

Kamri smiled and backed away, placing considerable distance between herself and the group. She wasn’t entirely sure what would come running out of there and she wasn’t about to find out. Brazeek grinned and nodded his head before turning to open the chamber.

Kamri turned and moved back up to the cell block. She moved quickly to the cell that held the new prisoner. She looked in at the human soldier; his long, brown hair swept over his light skin. The built man cocked his head upward at Kamri.

“Perfect,” Kamri smiled, raising Brazeek’s knife into view. The man’s eyes widened.

“Get up; you’re coming with me.”  

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Elu moved with the rest of his fellow elven brethren. The Blue Lotus clan made their way for the rendezvous point. The group’s scouts returned moments earlier. A small Kazdruk outpost lay roughly a thousand meters ahead of them. No one had heard or received word on the progress of their northern brothers of Wayyel. Whispers and doubt soon began to spread throughout the regiment of elvish troops.

When word first spread throughout Elu’s clan weeks earlier that they would be launching an offensive, Elu was one of the first elves to pick up arms and meet with the elders. He, along with many of the younger elves, were eager to strike back at the demons. They were finally given the chance to draw blood on the horrors laying waste to every land.

Elu gripped his sword’s hilt tightly and peered across the young moon basked desert. His nerves were fried so he tried to keep his mind busy as he trekked along. He thought of anything that would emit joy. The warm jungles of home, the exotic colorful, singing birds, sweet fruit, warm night fires… and Kamri. With that, his heart sunk. He swallowed hard at the thought of her. He shook his head slowly. Only teenage friends, he smirked to himself. Its been years since he talked to her, but he dreamt of her on many warm summer nights. Their friendship had become severed when her family decided to move farther north, way up to Rillx Point. Elu’s heart sunk even deeper as a shot of pain ripped through his soul.

Rillx Point was decimated by the demons, but they failed at taking much more. The heavy overgrowth of Jadoola made their ground advance close to impossible. Any deeper infiltration became sluggishly slow. The northern areas were still occupied heavily by their forces but they have come to a stand still. Elu shivered, constantly thinking if Kamri made it out of there ok. Part of his inner drive to come along with his brethren was to avenge Kamri and her family. But he prayed to his gods that she was home safe, hidden someplace deep within the jungles.

The group, hidden under the cover of darkness, kept moving onward, still looking for any sign of the Northern Wayyel regiment. Suddenly, the group leader called for everyone to hold position. Far up ahead, the elvish troops could see a small bon-fire burning in the desert plains.

“That must be a small Kazdruk outpost,” someone whispered.

“Perhaps it’s a forward watchout post. We must be close to the Spire then!” Elu chimed in.     

“We’re going to take this small outpost, we must. We are within range of the rendezvous point. We need to make sure this area is clear. We can’t have any word getting back to the Kazdruk Spire,” the leader ordered.

“How do we know that our brothers haven’t already come through? Or worse, came through and were killed off?” a younger elf spoke out nervously.

“We must remain optimistic young brother. We will assume they haven’t made it here yet, so let us clear this outpost and ready their arrival!” the leader smiled.

♦

Avelyn awoke suddenly, laying on her side. Her eyes hectically raced back and forth as her situation quickly settled back into place. She noticed she was inside a command tent. A sliver of moonlight peered into the large tent. She felt an organic heat across her back. The warmth ran across the full length of her body. Avelyn’s eyes narrowed when she heard the purring. A heavy feral-like feline purring. The purr was large, deep, and substantial. Not a cute lovable feline, but a monster – a hellish killing machine. Images of those dreadful Keeat hounds burst into her head. The bedding she laid in rose and fell with each heavy purr. Avelyn swallowed nervously. The predatory purring made her heart pound in her chest. Avelyn noticed the heavy chain collar around her own neck, with thick weighty chain links running off into the shadows. The beast behind her started to shift. Too petrified to move, Avelyn laid still. Suddenly a heavy muscular arm reached up from behind her and pressed across Avelyn’s bare chest. Ayelyn’s eyes opened wide at the realization of what was behind her. She felt no fur. Instead the heavy, built arm was hot skin. A large humanoid hand grasped Avelyn’s neck and dragged Avelyn’s body closer, like she was a small toy doll. Avelyn swallowed hard again as her body was pulled into a nightmarish spooning position.

She felt large mammaries press across her back. At that moment, It all came crashing together for Avelyn, it was no Keeat. No, it was worse – it was Luzella. cuddling with her like a child’s plaything . She was indentured as her new toy. A heavy muscular thigh came up and over Avelyn’s torso. The Amazonian leg weighed almost as much as her. The powerful built leg enveloped Avelyn’s elvish build. Avelyn reached out to the side of the bedding to try and pull herself away from Luzella. Luzella easily pulled her inward to her own body, not phased in the slightest by Avelyn’s attempt to stay outward. Luzella’s purring ceased and Avelyn froze in terror, for Luzella had awakened. Luzella’s large hand ran down Avelyn’s flat stomach. The way Luzella ran her hand down her belly was surpassingly gentle for such a devoted vessel of carnage, a juggernaut of death, Yuldasha’s personal hammer. Still, her touch was soft and light. Avelyn shivered as her hand ran farther downward under her navel.

Luzella nuzzled into Avelyn’s neck, running her long tongue across her jugular. She ran her other hand upward, gripping Avelyn’s blonde hair. Avelyn let out a small gasp as Luzella kissed her neck softly, half expecting sharp pain of biting or maybe something worse. The bite never came, only soft kissing and her strong tongue. She flexed her thigh muscle, briefly crushing and pinning Avelyn into the soft bedding making sure her prey couldn’t escape. Avelyn reached down, frightened at the touch of Luzella’s immense quadriceps.  The amazon demon grind softly into Avelyn. The elf shuddered as she began to feel thick, hot flesh sliding up her back, the ever looming presence and reminder of sheer Kazdruk power. The large demonic equine phallus slid farther up the small of her back. The physiological effect that the cock made wrecked havoc on Avelyn’ s mind.

Avelyn reached out for the bedding side again in fear as a last ditch effort to escape Luzella’s embrace. Luzella only moaned slightly before she nonchalantly pulled Avelyn back into their spooning position. Avelyn momentarily lost her breath as Luzella wrapped her arm around her chest tightly.The soft moment was suddenly interrupted by a volley of arrows that tore through the tent. A large number of them struck the wood posts, while others pelted loose armor and wood crates.  Luzella grumbled to herself and quickly rolled out of bed, grabbing her chest armor and lower battle kilt. She quickly pulled it up around her waist and picked up her Halberd. She could hear the chaotic sound of battle roaring out around the command tent.

A Kazdruk guard ran into the tent, practicality tripping over his own hooves.

“Luzella; we’re under attack! Elves!” the stocky demon yelled.

Luzella only smiled.

“Let them come. Is my dragon ready for flight?” Luzella asked as she tightened her arm bracers.

“Yes, of course…but won’t you stay here and fight with us? Half of your Talons returned to the Spire! We’re out numbered!”

Luzella placed her hand on the demon’s shoulder and looked down at him. “Your essence will forever run strong in the veins of all Kazdruk. Fight with honor brother, spill the blood of these wretched elves. I will meet you among the void at another time. Though, my day is not today.”

The demon nodded and pounded his chest with a closed fist.

“Hail Kazdruk, Hail Yuldasha!” the demon roared before running out of the tent with his blade drawn, disappearing into the wave of southern elves.

Luzella grabbed Avelyn’s leash and pulled hard.

“Lets go, on your feet!”

Not that Avelyn had much choice but to follow as Luzella’s tug pulled Avelyn out of the bed. With that, two elves entered the tent swinging swords towards Luzella.

Luzella reached up and blocked a strike with her armored bracer and returned a high kick to the elf’s chest, shattering his sternum. Without hesitation, Luzella outstretched her axe, splitting the other elf in two and painting the tent red. She pulled on Avelyn’s leash and fled out into the battlefield.

Avelyn watched helplessly as Elu and a second elf helped Geem by untying his restraints and removing him from the giant petrified tree.

“It’s a good thing we came across this hell-hole of an outpost. Didn’t think we would find any survivors. The names Elu, Blue Lotus Clan,” Elu smiled.

Geem looked up at Elu partly dazed, trying to remember his own.

“Geem… Commander Kiyler Geem. 1st Wayyel Division.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir! I certainly hope you’re not the last of the Northern elven forces. Are there any other prisoners here!” Elu yelled out as he handed Geem clothing and a sword.

“Yes! damnit! Avelyn! My fiancee.” Geem yelled to the southern elf.

The two frantically looked back and forth across the chaos.  Conflict exploded all around the outpost as Kazdruk and elf engaged in bloody battle. Luzella made her way across the battle to a group of dragons that stood at attention ready for flight.

“Kiyler! HELP! Geem! over here! HELP!” Avelyn yelled as loud as she could over the battle towards Elu and Geem.

Avelyn tried digging her heels into the soil with no success. Luzella pulled her through the sand like a ragdoll closer towards the dragons. They reached the three winged serpents. Two were slightly smaller black dragons, the third was a huskier crimson dragon with black war paint across his face. Avelyn continued yelling out to Geem.

Elu and Geem briefly heard Avelyn’s cries for help over the vicious battle. They both quickly turned to the source.

“NO! STOP THOSE TWO! Don’t let them on that dragon!” Geem yelled, pointing towards Luzella and Avelyn. He ran onward strapping his armor back on as Elu ran along with him.

A Kazdruk soldier was untying Luzella’s dragon when they arrived.

“Attach this piece of elvish meat to Adder! Prep him and get him airborne!”.

“Yes Ma’m!” the Kazdruk soldier yelled as he pulled Avelyn towards Adder. Avelyn struggled in the soldier’s arms, but the demon held her in a tight bear hug. He attached her to Adder’s carriage harness. He moved under the dragon and undid the dragon’s last grounding restraint and slapped his hind. The dragon brought down its massive wings and started to lift up into the air. His wide wings blew sand all over, causing a sandstorm.

Elu and Geem shielded their eyes as the red sand blasted into them. As the sand began to settle, Luzella stood before both of them, walking slowly out of the dark red fog. Her white eyes glowed like torches in the night air. She moved closer towering over both Geem and Elu . She twirled her Halberd, slowly eyeing her new targets. Elu and Geem ran towards her with swords drawn high. Luzella struck outward horizontally. Geem ducked and Elu jumped over her swing. She quickly came back around striking towards Elu. The south-lander blocked the low strike. Geem swung high as Luzella was off balance. She dug her head forward, deflecting the slash with one of her horns.

“Here to play again, Commander Geem?” Luzella mocked.

Geem slowly sidestepped, attempting to out-flank Luzella.

Elu cautiously moved around in a counter clock-ward motion. He moved in again in a fast dash to strike. Luzella caught the blade strike with her halberd and pulled downward. Elu’s blade became stuck, lodged in the dark steel.  Luzella pried the sword from his grip and the blade flew far off into the sand. Geem took the opportunity to swing again. Luzella whipped her halberd up to block, simultaneously smashing Elu’s face with the pommel counterweight end of the axe. Elu fell backward, collapsing into the sand. Luzella’s halberd meet Geem’s sword and slid down the length of her handle. Luzella pushed herself forward into Geem, locking his blade. She looked over to one of the grounded black dragons grinning, flashing her canines.

“Kraita! “

The closer Black dragon looked over quickly towards Luzella and Geem.

“KESH DAR! ” Luzella yelled out, winking at Geem and then whistled loudly.  

The black dragon opened its razor filled mouth and released a bellow of flames. A vibrant orange wave of fire outstretched in Geem’s direction. Luzella jumped as Adder swooped downward. She grabbed the dragon’s talon and pulled herself upward out of harms way. Elu ran diving into Geem, knocking him out of the path of the dragon’s flames. The two tumbled into the red sand. Luzella climbed up to the saddle of Adder and flew off into the night sky with Avelyn.

“AVELYN ! NO!”

Geem screamed into the sky as part of his pant leg was still cindering.  

                                 

          

>><<

Brazeek and his fellow soldiers pulled the long chain down that operated the wide chamber door. The heavy door rattled up letting the candle light pour in. Laying before the Kazdruk grunts, Jelthra laid weak and broken in a pool of thick cum. Parts of her armor hung off, cracked and broken.

Brazeek’s smile curled wide up around the side of his face. He walked slowly towards her thinking, The untouchable Jelthra. The very woman who advanced through the ranks, never shying away from cutting down a fellow soldier for personal gain. Brazeek’s good eye twitched. She wasn’t even true Kazdruk blood. No, a human turncoat, a renegade. Yuldasha saw something in her, but Brazeek could care less. She was on his playing field tonight.

Jelthra looked up at Brazeek and his men, squinting as the candle light poured in.

“Brazeek, thank ye blade you’re here. Dat fucking creature ran down through de sewer drain over there… The skies shall be torn asunder when I find out who de hell locked me in here!”

Jelthra spoke with a less than strong voice. She knew she was in a terrible position. She outranked him and all of his fellow soldiers, but rank only matters if you can physically back it up. She thought about barking an order at them to help her, but she knew better.

Some of Brazeek’s men surrounded her, all looking down at her and smiling. Jelthra started to get to her feet, but Brazeek palmed her head and easily pushed her back down.

Brazeek chuckled, as did his men. The group loosened their battle kilts and let their heavy cocks hang out.

“Yooou aren’t going anywhere little Jel, not until you service me and my boys here. If ya do a good job, I might even tell ya who placed ya in this mess.”

Brazeek pulled Jelthra’s head forward. With very little physical strength left, Jelthra moved with his motion. She lacked the strength to cast any fire spells; the creature that ravished her earlier had run her dry. Jelthra rose up and squatted, cum still spilling from her. Brazeek’s men moved in closer. She swallowed nervously at the sight of each cock. Fire ran through her veins as the situation she found herself in made her skin boil. She accepted that her life now depended solely on her performance. She knew Brazeek wouldn’t hesitate to kill her and cover it up as some unfortunate accident. She gripped a Kazdruk next to her, his veiny girth filling her gloved hand. She slowly jerked the thick cock back and fourth. The demon growled softly in pleasure. Jelthra looked up at Brazeek, his thick cock staring down at her. She reached up and pushed her blue lips around his glans. Brazeek moaned in deep hunger as Jelthra lapped her tongue across the bottom of his cock. She sank more of his cock into her mouth, the thickening girth stretching her lips wide to the max.

“Ahhh, there youu gooo.”  Brazeek ran his hand over the top of her head and palmed it.

“Ah the masterful Jelthra can dooo better, no? You want to know whooo placed you in this mess? Let me help you fuel your vengeance.”

Brazeek forcefully pushed his cock deep into Jelthra’s throat. Her eyes opened wide as his thick member pushed into her mouth. Jethra was thrown off guard; for someone who is always in control, the brute advance caused her to gag softly. She kept stroking the other soldier’s cock as she tried her best to keep up with Brazeek’s greedy pushing. Jelthra made if half way down his shaft before she placed her hand up on his thigh to push off. Brazeek only grinned flashing his sharp incisors. She pulled off Brazeek’s cock, gasping for a breath and composing herself. A large strand off spit soon followed.

Brazeek pulled her hair back looking down at her. “Get back on this cock, or Yuldasha’s little prized soldier here might go misssssing.”

Jelthra grimaced in anger but complied, pulling his cock back into her wet mouth. She pushed back and forth on his cock, sucking in long soft strides. Brazeek let her work his cock for a few minutes before he pulled her head down deep onto his meaty member. Strands of black eye liner ran down Jelthra’s face as she gagged harder on his large cock. Her exposed tits bounced with each pump Brazeek made. She reached up again, tapping out on Brazeek’s stomach and hoping he would slow down for a second. Brazeek didn’t stop and continued using her soft lips and throat, warm pre-cum spilling from her mouth and falling into her deep cleavage. She kept stroking the cock in her free hand as Brazeek pulled her head all the way down on his cock, resting her nose across the base of his stomach.

“Wooork that little tongue of yours, Jel.”

Jelthra’s eyes faded as she looked up at Brazeek. She squeezed her slick tongue out while his cock remained stuffed in her throat. Her tongue slide across the user side of his shaft and pressed softly against his heavy balls. She lapped up and down. Brazeek moaned out, holding her head firmly in place. With the last drop of energy she kept stroking the other demon. The demon grunted out and fired off a thick load across Jelthra’s hefty tits. She kept stroking his member and milked him dry. Another soldier, standing behind her finished jerking himself off across Jelthra’s back. The hot cum splashed and ran down to her exposed ass. Jelthra’s eyes began to roll back as Brazeek emptied his heavy balls down her tight throat. Brazeek grinned at the wet sounds emitting from his fuck toy. A heavy wave of white seed flooded her mouth. She reached up again to try and free herself, pushing on his muscled abdomen.  Brazeek held her still as she gagged on the massive torrent of cum. Jelthra choked on the sticky seed as it came up and out her nose. Brazeek’s thick member kept unloading. Sticky film spilled down her lips and all over her tits. Brazeek held her still for a few more seconds as the last drops of cum spilled into her mouth. He finally let Jelthra off his cock. Jelthra fell to all fours gasping for air. Her stomach heaved and she quickly placed her hand over her mouth.

“If you dooon’t keep it all down, then the info you want is forfeit,” Brazeek laughed. Jelthra heaved a second time but she placed her hand over her mouth again to help keep all the cum down.

“There you gooo, thats a good girl.”

The soldiers left the chamber but Brazeek stayed. His large shadow loomed over Jelthra.

” It was the recently corrupted southland elf. The one with the braided hair and shaaaaved sides. A cute little viper,”  Brazeek chuckled as he turned and left.

Jelthra’s hands turned into clenching fists. Her face stirred in anger. Her eyes rekindled a fiery orange as an inconceivable amount of hatred flooded into her.

“KAMRI !”

>><<

“Certainly took your sweet time, didn’t you, Kamri?” Aeltha spoke as she sharpened one of her black talons across the edge of the table.

Kamri’s brow lowered slightly as she stepped into Aeltha’s chamber with the shackled man.  Aeltha looked him over head to toe with a curling grin on her face. She walked around the man grinning.

“I’m quite impressed, Kamri; he looks to be a strong subject. I’m curious, what was the draw to choosing him?”

Kamri smiled before responding, her eyes narrowed and flashed like cinders in the wind.

“His strength and blind courage. I want to see this strong human soldier wriggle before me. I wish to look into his eyes as his soul is slowly torn apart… watch him as all his hope is slowly pulled away. I hope he begs.”

Aeltha smiled at Kamri’s cruel words.

“Outstanding. Then let us begin; please follow me.”

The three made their way into the next room that branched off of Aeltha’s main chamber. The small short hall opened up into a large circular chamber with a high ceiling. A large stone altar stood in the center. The stone walls where filled with flickering candles that spiraled up around the room. Three Kazdruk grimoires laid out in a line across a wood casting stand in front of the alter. The human looked around the room in fear.

“Do exactly what I say, without hesitation Kamri. When you are ready, place him on the altar and we will begin.”  

Kamri followed her orders and placed the man on the alter. At first he fought her, but Kamri easily overpowered the shackled human and shoved him onto his back. Aeltha walked over and casted an intense spell over him. A large glowing red enneagram ignited over his chest. The sigil spun just over his torso slowly, pulsating back and forth from dark red to bright red. The magical force pinned him down to the alter. He screamed out trying to fight the force holding him down. Aeltha smirked as she rose her casting hand slightly. The enneagram flashed violently and the man’s ragged clothes were instantly incinerated. Aletha moved her casting hand lower and the man screamed out again, this time in searing pain. He flexed all of his muscles as the spell tore at his insides. Aeltha’s eyes flashed and the spell remained over him. She was now able to freely move her hands without worrying about the spell. She went to her casting table and lifted a black sharp Kazdruk Athame.

“Come forth, Kamri.”

Kamri bowed and moved to Aeltha’s table. Aeltha outstretched her hand and handed her the black Athame.

“Take this extension of the foremothers of all Kazdruk.”

Aeltha looked at the first grimoire and outstretched both hands.

“The Matriarch of fire bestows strength upon thee. The Matriarch of the abyss bestows shadows upon thee.”

An emerald circle within a smaller circle was casted out at Kamri. The spell absorbed into her skin and her Athame glowed a deep green. Kamri smiled as the spell ran through her body. She watched on in excitement as the spell tortured the man’s insides.   

Aeltha moved to the grimoire to her far right.

“Kamri, the grafting of your staff will be twice as strong if completed with sexual arousal. The closer you ride the fine line between pain and pleasure, the greater the bond. Bring this sacrifice to orgasm.”

Kamri grinned in a calamitous manner and bit her bottom lip. The intense sparks of the spell flashed across her nefarious face. Her orange eyes narrowed.

“Yes, Aeltha.”

Kamri moved to the altar and placed her Athame on the side. She removed her chest armor, letting her perky breasts bounce out into the flashing spell light. She reached down and slowly undid her bottoms letting them fall to the floor.

Aeltha watched on with a curled smirk, feeling her cock flex slightly under her battle skirt. Kamri climbed on top the alter, her naked body running through the spell without harm. She straddled the man and ran her hands across his defined chest, relishing in his suffering. The dominance and sheer power she now had over the strong man, made her nipples hard. She leaned down letting a few braids fall down either side of her shaved head. The braids slid across the man’s bare chest. As she moved, she licked his thorax, letting her tongue glide across his warm skin. The glow of Aeltha’s spell grew more intense as Kamri’s arousal grew. She gyrated her pussy across the man’s soft cock. His face was frozen in terror. She leaned into the man’s neck and kissed his jugular, softly running her tongue up and down his neck. She ran her soft breasts across the man’s chest and kissed him on his lips. She nibbled on his lower lip while she continued gyrating, her eyes now piercing into his own. Kamri felt his cock harding. She kept rubbing her wet pussy across his groin. She rolled her hips upward and pushed back down softly letting his cock head push up inside her. With primal hunger Kamri gyrated faster now, moaning as the man’s member sank into her warm cunt. The man moaned out softly as his hard cock was forced into her. Kamri bounced up and down as she dug her nails into his chest. She flung her head back in pleasure. Her black undercut hair flowing backward down her bare back.                              

Aeltha watched on as she continued the spell.

“Let the object of thought be granted at the expense of life. From death brings new form. Let the giver of life be spilled. Let the essence of life is spilled.”

Aeltha casted another circle across the alter. The glowing symbol enveloped both Kamri and the man. Kamri moaned out as the man began to cum deep inside her. Kamri reached down and grabbed the Athame. She raised it high over her head, still gyrating herself on his exploding cock. The man looked up in a mix of pleasure and fear as Kamri brought the Athame down hard, plunging it straight into his sternum. The sharp crunch of the the blade piercing through his chest rang out into the chamber. The man twitched as he continued cuming inside Kamri. Fresh red blood poured off the sides of the Altar and ran down thin trenches, pooling in a marble collection reservoir. The man slowly died as Kamri continued riding him through his climax. Kamri caught her breath as the man faltered. She lifted herself up off the man slowly. A strand of thick cum trailed up from his cock to Kamri’s pussy lips. Kamri reached down and fingered herself. She brought her hand up and slowly licked the warm cum off her fingers.

All of Aletha’s spells extinguished themselves and the chamber grew dark.

“Come forth, Kamri” Aletha spoke as she moved to her final leather bound book.

“Here before us lay two pieces of Kazdruk metals. Demkk and Tezger. We will now bind the two.” Aletha flashed her eyes and raised her hands out.

Kamri looked down at the clumps of dark raw material while licking her lips clean of the sacrifice’s cum. Fresh blood from her sacrifice ran down the stone channels towards the two metals. The blood touched the raw ores and started absorbing slowly into their pores. Dark purple strands of magic arched out of Aeltha’s hands striking the the ores momently. Aletha then reached up touching Kamri’s temple.

“Let the object of thought be granted at the expense of life. Your weapon of choice will now be manifested.”

Kamri closed her eyes and envisioned the design of her staff. She focused intently. Aeltha now reached out again with her free hand and launched more arcs of magic towards the ores. The Demkk and Tezger began to fuse together melting like liquid chrome. The two rippled together quickly. The chaotic form began to stretch and elongate itself, slowly changing to the shape of a staff. Aletha’s magic flashed intensely as the ore flashed a blinding light. A loud crackle emitted into the chamber followed by dark smoke. Aletha removed her hand from Kamri’s head. Kamri opened her eyes and watched closely as the smoke cleared. Laying before her was the exact weapon she imagined.

“Congratulations, Kamri; it seems you’re able to keep strong focus,” Aletha smiled.

Kamri reached down and picked up her newly constructed staff. She throttled her grip around the dark steel, the staff still warm from its fresh magical forge. The parkerized finish seemed to absorb light more the reflect it. Kamri was amazed at how light it felt in her hands. She immediately flourished the staff in a quick twirl. A very low wolf-like howl rang out as the staff cut through the air. Kamri smiled and spun it again and again. She gazed at the staff’s sharp spear ends, just as she envisioned. She stopped the flourishing spin on a dime and rested one end on the stone floor softly. A devastating clank rang out. Kamri grinned in joy again as she quickly realized the weight behind even the smallest strike didn’t match up with its featherweight. She ran her finger ever so softly across the tapered end. The tip drew a trickle of her own blood. Kamri flashed her fangs. The sharpness was greater than anything she’d ever seen.

“It’s perfect; I shall forever be in your service, Aletha,” Kamri spoke, bowing before Aletha.

Aletha smiled to herself as she watched Kamri practice with her new staff.

That you will, Kamri… that you will, Aeltha whispered to herself scheming.

Aeltha reached for one of her mirrors as Kamri continued to familiarize herself with her weapon. She looked down at the smaller hand held mirror and ignited it. The surface changed to a night-sky filled with windy snow.

“Ah good evening, Aeltha. How does the kindest soul among the spire fare tonight?” a deep male Kazdruk voice spoke out over the howling, snowy wind.

“Shut it Neicul! I have completed my end of the bargain, now where is yours?” Aletha barked.

“Not to worry, dearest Aeltha, I’m enroute. On my way North towards Llyward. I will have your lovely subjects in my possession in due time.”

By: Lucien

Cazel dragged her feet across the barren sands of the Kazdruk dominion. She thought long and hard while being escorted to her location by the dragon. Jelthra had only escorted her to the dragon hold of the Spire where she was then handed off to a demon grunt. The Kazdruk demon that piloted the dragon had said nothing during the flight. They landed close to Mournfall peak. He opened her cage, pulled her out, and then took off high into the grey sky. 

Cazel couldn’t miss the peak; it stood erected in the middle of the barren, defaced land. She cautiously looked around the area, seeing only slabs of broken rock jutting out of the ground at extreme angles. Petrified trees were scattered here and there. No ponds, lakes, or rivers were around – only red dusty sand. She kept thinking about what she would do if she encountered any Kazdruk patrols; surely none of them would believe her. She only prayed that Yuldasha had informed her own forces about her little quest and that none would interfere; she doubted the demoness Queen cared enough. She kept pondering the possibilities of running away and fleeing while she had an open chance, but looking around at the desolate land, she had nowhere to go. For now she would play along and attempt to please the wretched demon Yuldasha. Deep in her mind she knew she could never be trusted. She couldn’t shake the last words Yuldasha spoke to her. “And don’t think of running away and not fulfilling this little quest. I promise you will not get far. I’m always watching, Cazel…Always  “

She wondered what made this gem so important.  If it was really of importance, why would she send someone like herself to retrieve it? It didn’t add up in her mind. While looking around the area, she sank into despair knowing this had once been a beautiful, lush land. She wondered how it all became so desolate so quickly. What kind of large scale death magic could be so powerful to wipe out a nation? It was as if the entire land had become twisted and corrupted. There was no sign of Goldulin this far out; no ruins, no trails, not even grass. The whole area was tragic and bitter. She looked over her shoulders every few seconds, the feeling of prying eyes gripping her. “I’m always watching, Cazel. Always…“

The air was still. Cazel was perplexed by the weather; nothing felt right to her. The desert terrain was abnormally cold, the air was still and stale. The sky was dark and the sun would be setting soon. She rubbed her arms to rid herself of goose-bumps. She rubbed her gloved hands together trying to warm them. She squinted her eyes at the red horizon. Everything was stained red. The air tasted like iron and copper. 

She looked down at the cracked ground she walked on. The sound of the brittle crunching dirt drove her mad. It seemed so loud in comparison to the rest of her surroundings. The heavy crunching canceled out any possible noise around her. She would have to stop every few yards to listen to make sure nothing of hazard was around her or following her. 

She followed large ridges in the dirt that gradually got bigger and bigger leading up to Mournfall Peak. The terrain became more and more difficult to walk on; the red dust became pebbles which then quickly became fist sized rocks. She soon found herself crawling over boulders and large slabs of red granite. At one point her foot broke through thin crusted dirt. When Cazel lifted her foot out, molten lava ran underneath in steady streams. She gazed upward at the colossal mountain peak and then back down to the base. She looked at the map she was given noting the mark at the base. Loud rumbles rolled trough the sky over head. Cazel looked back to see the clouds overhead getting darker and darker. The winds and red dust started whipping up the side of the peak as a storm started to move in. She was getting closer to the location, walking horizontally across the base of the peak. 

Cazel noticed large holes in the side of the rock – some were almost big enough for her to crawl through. She kept moving looking for one big enough to enter. She climbed a few meters and eventually located one just large enough to fit trough. She reached into her package of supplies and pulled out a slow burning torch and flint kit. The elf scraped the flit carefully lighting her torch. She peaked into the hole in the mountain, her flame illuminating the deep hole. It looked like an old lava vent. The cooled vent was smooth and black, reflecting her torch flame like a warped mirror. Cazel took a deep breath and looked back beyond the Kazdruk expanse one last time before squeezing into the rocky vent leading deep inside Mournfall Peak.    

>><<

Luzella paced back and forth under her command tent, swinging her large Halberd slowly. Her impatient gait tore up red sand as her heavy hooves trumped around. She looked across to the horizon line at the orange sun; it would set in roughly three hours. She stopped her pacing and watched the sun for a moment. The great demon looked over towards her demon soldiers under her command.

“You five, ready your troops. It is time. It’s close enough to nightfall; we’re moving out now!”

Four of the five demons rose to their hooves, each one a leader of lesser demons. They began strapping on their light leather armor and gathering their weapons. The fifth contingent leader stood up but did not ready himself or his troops. He looked at Luzella as she marched towards him. The demon was considerably large for a Kazdruk but was still shorter than Luzella.

“Is there a problem?”

“Yuldasha said to wait until after nightfall and then go after the elvish meat,” the demon hissed with contempt.

Without warning Luzella reached down at the shorter demon. Clutching his neck, she lifted the demon off his hooves with one arm. Luzella thrusted him up against a wooden support beam, cracking it slightly. The greasy demon writhed in Luzella’s death grip, trying to stop his neck from being crushed.

“You pitiful creature. Are you questioning my orders? I suspected a spindly Helot to act like this, not a pure Kazdruk such as yourself.”

The demon choked and kicked around, his reddish face now turning grey. Luzella’s arm flexed powerfully as she toyed with the smaller demon.  

“I’ll ask you again – are you questioning orders? I asked you a simple question!”

The demon tried to talk but only wet gurgles emitted from his mouth as he was slowly choked out. 

“Hmm, how typical. No response. If you’re too weak to talk, then surely you’re to weak to fight alongside me – and certainly unworthy to serve Yuldasha.”

The demon’s eyes began to roll into the back of his head and his squirming began to falter.

The other surrounding demons readied themselves, half looking over their shoulders in horror. Luzella smiled as the demon desperately fought for a breath. She smirked as she denied him any such action. The demon fell limp in her grip. Luzella made a fist and the demon’s trachea was crushed like it was a dried out twig. She dropped the demon to the dirt.

“Helots! Drag this carcass away from my sight! Let maggots dine upon this poor excuse of a soldier.”

Luzella spit a wad of saliva across the fallen solider and cracked her neck slowly side to side. 

“Anyone else want to debate on what time of day it is?”

The four demons all shook their heads side to side as their troops started to line up behind them.

“You, over there!” Luzella yelled at a Kazdruk soldier walking by the command tent.

The demon stopped dead in his tracks, turned, and pounded his chest hard in salute.

“Master Luzella! Hail Yuldasha!”  the soldier reported and quickly made his way to Luzella’s location.  

“Congratulations, you’ve just been promoted. You’re now in charge of Talon Two over there.”

The young demon looked over at the hardened, battle ready group then down to the dead soldier at her hooves and then back to Luzella, completely dumbfounded. He stared for a moment before quickly wiping his expression of his face.

“Yes ma’am!” 

“Good. Its time we find those scattered elves and place some fire across their heels. You all know our orders. Don’t kill all of them, let some get away. Lets move!” Luzella spoke, tossing her halberd over her shoulder.

>><<

Commander Geem led his remaining haggard and broken contingent of elves across the dangerous Kazdruk terrain, hoping to meet up with clan Blue Lotus. They were just shy of three hundred elven men and women. Geem broke up his remaining soldiers into three separate groups. Geem split himself up into in a even smaller group of ten soldiers, all taking point. They moved slowly through the hostile sands, the ashes of Goldulin crunching under their boots. The group soon reached an area of dead trees. They moved through the thick petrified forest filled with fossilized bark. It looked as if the area had been destroyed by a blast. The skeleton-like trees creaked in the dry wind, the low orange sun casting harsh shadows across the soldiers’ path. Every soldier was on edge. Since the bloody landing, not a single Kazdruk soldier had been encountered. They found it odd; perhaps the demon’s forces were not as large as originally presumed. The thought danced across every elven mind. Where they all waiting for them? Where they walking into a trap? Would they have enough men to take on a fortress? 

A loud snap rang out and every elven soldier raised their weapon ready to fight. Archers had their arrows already pulled back, all pointing at a lone crow that had recently took off from a branch. The men and women lowered their weapons in a sigh of relief.

“Alright, everyone hold.” Geem commanded. 

“We’re going to dig in here for the night.  We can use this tree-line as cover. Tell the other groups to meet up at this location. I want some arches at all four points of this perimeter. Check your supplies and rations,” Geem commanded.

Geem moved up ahead of the other unpacking soldiers, climbing over a small embankment. A female elven soldier ran up after him, moving like the wind.

“Avelyn please, you should remain with the other soldiers. I need some space to clear my head and calm my nerves.” Geem spoke softly but sternly while stroking his blonde chin hair peering across the dead land. 

“What better way to clear one’s mind than with the company of someone who loves you,” Avelyn smiled, her voice smooth as elven velvet.

The beautiful elven soldier hopped over a fallen tree to reach Geem. Her long loose gold hair floated in the harsh wind. Geem looked back at her, lost in her sharp green elven eyes for a moment. She smiled as she sheathed her long elven blade.

Geem smiled as he caught a glimpse of her sleek physique. His brown eyes ran past her curvy hips and long athletic legs. Goddess Eletha had certainly blessed her with looks of awe and faultlessness. Her body reminded him of the perfectly sculpted statues back home – the four daughters of Eletha, located within the gates of Wayyel’s capital. The thought of home now warmed his heart. 

Geem pulled Avelyn into his strong arms, placing his lips across hers.

“Even after so many years of servitude to the Wayyel house, many demanding conflicts, and now demons – I, a commander of Wayyel’s 1st division… I never could say no to you, Avelyn.” Geem smiled.

“I ordered you to stay home. Stay and wait for my return Avelyn. I should have known that you would insist on coming along. Stubborn elven blood, a relationship with a fellow officer is a violation of code after all.”  

“Well you’re a naughty commander. Besides, someone has to watch your back, Kiyler.” Avelyn smirked.

Geem sighed as he tightened his long blonde braided ponytail. 

“This is suicide, Avelyn. Even if we reach Blue Lotus – and thats a big if –  we’ll never have enough manpower to overrun a Kazdruk fortress head on. We lost too many during the initial landing.” 

Avelyn ran her fingers across Geem’s chest armor.

“One step at a time, my love. We reach Blue Lotus first, find out their situation, and go from there.” 

“We don’t even know if Blue Lotus is alive!” Geem spoke, frustrated.  Avelyn grabbed Geem by his leather pauldrons.

“Look at me, Kiyler. We are Wayyel born! Eletha shines down on us right now. We can do this; I’m sure Blue Lotus is holding up fine.”      

Geem nodded. Avelyn kissed him softly on his lips again and ran her hands down off the side of his shoulder pauldrons and groped his biceps. She moaned softly before stepping back.

“Let’s go, Geem. Your troops need you, as does our Queen.”

Avelyn turned and moved back. She started to walk over the embankment to return to the other soldiers. Geem smiled as Avelyn’s tight pants left nothing to the imagination. 

>><<    

    

“Your king is wasting so many lives to save you? How come, Aria?” Yuldasha asked, looking across the vast expanse of her new empire. 

Aria knelt in place on the floor looking up at Yuldasha. She looked dazed; black oily fluids ran down off the crown Aletha had placed on her days before. The corruptive poison was now slowly seeping into her hair.  

“The amount of warships launched was quite astonishing. Had they made it they might have succeeded. How does it feel, knowing that hundreds of soldiers died trying to save one piece of flesh?”  

Aria gritted her teeth in anger.

“If you had a loved one kidnaped, you would do the same!” Aria yelled out.

Yuldasha laughed loudly, whipping her tail violently. She spun and looked down at Aria.

“No, Aria – don’t place such precious words in my mouth. I would never make such pointless sacrifices for such trivial feelings. But look at you, the words you speak, so selfish. So much royal arrogance is spilling from your pores, I’m practicality drowning in it! Tell me, Aria – if one elven soldier had been captured, would you send in a whole fleet to rescue him? No! It’s because you’re royalty, Aria…inestimable royalty.”

Yuldasha frowned, making a pouting-face and spoke like a whining toddler. “Nooo, Aria gets special treatment!” Yuldasha wiped the mocking face off, reached down, and smacked Aria hard across her face. Aria winced and looked away, tears now streaming down her face.

Yuldasha looked at Aria’s black crown for a moment and smiled while turning away to face Ulla. 

“Stay away from me, you bitch!” Ulla spat, curling up and sliding back away, cornering herself against the base of Yuldasha’s throne.   

Yuldasha looked down, flashing her canines.

“I enjoy your company as well, Ulla. You’re a nice reminder of everything I hate about your rodent-like species. You keep me on track, make sure I don’t become soft and find a glimpse of compassion.”

Ulla’s eyes flooded with hatred.

“I promise I will be there when you fall, Yuldasha! I swear on the shallow graves of my fallen family, I will see ye last breath!”

Yuldasha smiled.

“You will see nothing but my navel as you service me for the rest of your miserable life.”  

>><<

Luzella grinned in delight as she ran her hand across fresh footprints in the crimson sand. Three soldiers next to her held an armored Keeat back from running off. The large beast was now fresh on the elven scents.

Luzella looked over at her five contingent leaders and gestured a set of hand signals. Each contingent held roughly thirty bloodthirsty soldiers. Luzella commanded the groups to hold. She moved ahead briskly in the sand. She noticed shards of bark every few steps. Looking ahead she could see a faint line of dead trees. She dove prone and held her position scanning across the sand smiling. She peered into the wood line noting an elvish archer.

“Look at them, they will be merely sheep among wolves.”

She grinned slowly and retreated backward returning to her forces, calling them over.

“They’re in the tree line, I’m sure of it. Talons One and Two – flank to the left side of the wood line.

Talons Three and Four – flank the right. Talon five, you’re with me – we’re running up straight through the middle.  Each Talon should release your Keeats moments before your approach. Flush them out. Remember we don’t want to kill them all, Yuldasha wants them to get through. Understood?”

Each leader pounded their chests and moved back to their contingents. Luzella waited for each Talon to fall into place as each group signaled their ready signs.

They moved forward with the wind on their backs with about an hour of sunlight left. Talons one through four were now roughly a hundred yards out from the tree line. Each talon held a pack of five Keeats. When they got within range they all released their Keeats in unison. The beasts ripped ahead through the sand, disappearing into the tree line.

One Keeat fell as an elvish arrow sunk between its eyes. Chaos and screams soon after erupted in the dead tree line. Luzella flashed her teeth and moved onward with her Halberd raised.   

>><<

Geem was jolted out of his groggy nap to yelling and clattering of swords. He dazed off into space for a second as his senses and eyesight came into focus.

“Geem! Kazdruk!” a soldier yelled out, snapping him wide awake. 

Geem jumped to his feet and grabbed his blade. He looked around as his fellow soldiers scrambled. He couldn’t see any enemy soldiers; the sky was darkening as the sun was getting ready to set. He could only hear yelling and wild animal sounds.

He peered into the shadows as he saw a large four legged creature tear apart one of his soldiers. The elf stood no chance as he was torn apart limb from limb. Crimson blood sprayed out across the dry trees. Other soldiers tried to combat it with their swords but the beast was too strong and fast, and with its armored plating it was extremely difficult to hit.  It hunkered around and pounced on a female soldier. The massive hound like demon tore through her chest armor and then lunged into her neck. Geem’s heart stopped. The world around him froze as the unthinkable was unfolding in front of him.

Her scream was quickly cut off as her throat was torn out in one swift motion. 

  

“Avelyn! Noooooo!” Geem yelled out as he started to run forward. He was quickly pulled back before he could move forward.  

“I’m right here!” Avelyn yelled behind him.

” Lets go! We need to get the hell out of here!” she continued.

“Thank the gods Avelyn, you’re alive! Where the hell are my archers!” Geem yelled. 

The one hound was wreaking havoc across his lines. 

“Goddamn it! Archers, take it out!” 

A volley of arrows spilled across the dirt. A few found their target piercing into the demon’s unprotected hind leg. The beast roared out and began limping. It clawed at a solider who had come to close, smashing through his arm’s vambrace armor and tearing into his soft flesh underneath. The beast pounced onto the soldier as he fell back, impaling his blade into the beast’s chest. The demon hound came down, biting through his helm and viscously mauling his face. The beast bit down again around his head and pinned him down with his fore-paw. The Keeat ripped the elven soldier’s head clean off. It took a minute for the lethal sword wound to catch up with the beast. The Keeat hound staggered for a moment before it lunged at another soldier, biting into his chest plate and knocking the elven man over. The Keeat lumbered over him before finally falling over from its fatal wound with blood spilling from its chest.

“Sweet mother of the North!” Geem yelled out as five more Keeats flooded into the camp. 

“Pull back! Everyone pull back!” Geem commanded. His soldiers started to retreat deeper into the dead brittle woods. The wave of Keeat hounds pounced on soldiers who couldn’t escape fast enough. 

He took Avelyn’s hand and pulled her back with him. A Keeat cut the two of them off from his troops as they fell back. Two elven soldiers ran back to help Geem and Avelyn. The beast circled the four elvs and lunged out at Geem. Geem slashed outward at the hound slashing the beast’s face. The Keeat jumped back, growling loudly and readying himself for another strike. Suddenly a horn rang out, bouncing through the woods and reverberating off the hollowed out tree trunks. The Keeats all pulled back disappearing into the woods. Geem and Avelyn looked around the woods, their adrenaline pumping. The area had fallen silent as the rest of his troops fell back dragging their wounded. 

“Ash, Spring, give me some damn answers! What the hell is going on?”

  

The two heroes of the initial landing party, responsible for destroying a Kazdruk catapult by operating another, stood at attention. Ash looked off into the darkening woods. 

“Kazdruk, Sir! Their demon hounds ran us down; they came in from all sides without warning!”

Geem squinted past Ash and then suddenly pushed Ash over as a Kazdruk soldier appeared from behind a large tree.

“Look out!” 

The demon’s black scimitar swung high. Geem deflected the blade with his own. Avelyn followed through quickly and slashed the demon’s throat with her long silver blade. Trees were knocked over in a cacophony of branches and dry wood snapping. A wall of demons flooded into the area. A larger female amazonian towered over the rest, holding a dead elven soldier by the neck. She tossed the soldier to the ground like a rag doll. 

Geem and Avelyn moved into the swarm engaging four demons. Ash and Spring split up attempting to fight off the wave of demons. The two slashed at the band taking two to three at a time. Most of Luzella’s Talon ignored the small group and moved on after the fleeing elven contingent.

Ash and Spring managed to slay six demons before the two were confronted by Luzella alone. The tall demoness smiled at the two as they charged toward her. She swung her Halberd downward deflecting both of the elves oncoming sword strikes. Ash flanked around behind Luzella and attempted swinging at her. Luzella deflected his strike with the end of her halberd. The weight and strength behind her block sent Ash stepping backward wildly. She now focused on Spring. Without warning, she rose her Halberd up out of the way and kicked him square in the chestplate like a horse. The hoof-punt left a large dent in his armor, shattering his ribs. The kick sent him flying backward hard into a tree. As Ash recovered from his deflected swing, Lulzella spun herself around and swung her Halberd over head. She came down hard and severed Ash’s right arm clean off. Ash screamed out in agony as he fell to the ground on his back, grasping his shoulder socket. A torrent of red spilled as his severed arm fell to the dirt still gripping his sword.  Luzella walked over to Ash’s fallen handicapped body. He looked up in terror as she rose her powerful leg over his head and came down hard. Ash rolled out of the way. Luzella’s hoof came down hard where Ash’s head had just been a split second ago. 

Spring got back to his feet struggling to breath and limped toward his fallen friend. Luzella spun around, quickly outstretching her Halberd and slashing across Spring’s lower placard plate. The slash sliced through the elvish steel and split his abdomen wide open. Spring fell to his knees, his eyes glazing over as his innards spilled out into his own hands as a crumpled bloody mess. Luzella turned back to Ash as he was now trying to crawl away, still laying on his back. Luzella attempted to crush his head again with her hoof. She came down hard. Ash dodged the powerful strike again.

“Stay still, you worm!” 

Luzella spun her Halberd over and drove the spiked end through his left remaining arm. Ash screamed out in wrenching pain. The spear end pierced through his armor and tore straight through his biceps into the dirt, pinning his arm down.

“Ah, now thats better.”

Luzella smiled in malice and placed her hoof across his chest pushing down slowly. Her exposed thigh muscles flexed as she applied more and more pressure. Ash coughed as his chest was slowly crushed under hoof, blood pouring out of his mouth. Luzella grinned in triumphant indulgence as the elven soldier slowly died under hoof.

She pulled her Halberd out of the flesh and dirt and made her way towards Geem and Avelyn.  As she passed Spring kneeling and holding his intestines, she kicked him over face first into the dirt, leaving him to slowly bleed out into the soft soil. Geem and Avelyn tried to fight off the demons the best they could. Luzella’s entire Talon returned during the small skirmish, surrounding the two elves.

“I want those two alive!” Luzella ordered sternly. The Talon along with a pack of Keeats circled Geem and Avelyn who spun back to back with their swords drawn. Luzella broke through her Talon.

“And what do we have here? If I was not mistaken by your attire and armor’s markings, I’d say you’re a commander,” Luzella spoke out in her deep voice.

Geem only grimaced in anger, lowering his sword and tossing it into the dirt. He realized it was impossible to fight his way out. Two demons came forward and apprehended Geem, placing shackles around his wrists and ankles.  

Avelyn kept her sword gripped tightly, not wanting to accept defeat.

“And who is this defiant one?” Luzella asked while walking closer to her. 

Luzella towered over the elvish soldier and placed her hand around Avelyn’s sword. Luzella pushed it downward until she dropped it. Luzella looked down at her smiling. The large demoness walked behind Avelyn and grabbed a fistful of her gold hair pulling upward. Avelyn screamed out as she was lifted off the ground by her hair. She reached up over her head trying to break the grip.

“Don’t you fucking touch her, I swear!” Geem yelled out in anger, gritting his teeth and trying to pull away from the two demons that held him.  

Luzella looked over at Geem and slowly placed Avelyn back on her feet.

“Oh, are you two…lovers?” Luzella smiled a crooked grin. She fumbled her canine across her bottom lip in delight. She turned to one of the Talon leaders. 

“Where are the rest of the elves?”

“Theeeey fled fast Luzella! Out the other end of the the woodlands,” the demon hissed.   

“Perfect – round these two up; we’re returning to camp.”

Luzella looked at Avelyn as two Kazdruk soldiers came up behind her placing a large collar around her neck. She stared into Avelyn’s eyes, lustfully biting her lip.

“I’ll have my way with you later.”

The demons held Avelyn still as Luzella bent over, coming face to face with Avelyn. The elf tried to pull her face away, but Luzella held her chin and pulled her back to face forward. She kissed Avelyn across her lips slowly, tasting the elf’s lush lips. 

“Mmm… delicious.” 

Luzella turned and pointed at Geem. “Knock him out. For the female here, use a spore. I don’t want to ruin her pretty face just yet.”

A Talon leader walked up to Geem. The elven soldier was held up by two other soldiers. The leader smiled, flashing a row of crooked razor teeth and punched Geem hard in the face. Geem was knocked out cold, falling backward into the arms of the Kazdruk. The other soldiers chuckled and dragged him away. A second leader walked over to Avelyn. He carried in his hand a palm sized red spore. The organic sphere was lined in small thorns and dark purple chaotic patterns. He held it up to Avelyn’s face and squeezed it. A small cloud of red poisonous pollen spewed out. Avelyn coughed on the cloud as it filled her nostrils and lungs. The area around her spun as if she had drank twenty shots of the hardest AzurLyyn whisky. She tried to fight the pollen, but her eyelids grew to heavy. She coughed one last time before falling completely unconscious.

“Take em’ away!” Luzella ordered.        

The Talon moved out, heading back for their camp.

♦

Avelyn woke up to the sound of Geem grunting out in pain. Her vision was groggy and she couldn’t move much. As she slowly came to, she found herself with her bare chest resting on a fallen tree that had toppled over. A thick, heavy steel collar was restrained around her thin neck. A heavy chain was wrapped from her collar to the underside of the large tree, holding her in place. She looked around at the desolate area, squinting trying to adjust her eyes. She was still outside; she could smell torches and camp fire. She felt the cold Kazdruk air across her now exposed skin.  She heard bustling and movement all around her. She slowly peered upward past her long, loose golden hair. 

She was in the middle of a Kazdruk outpost. Animal skin tents laid scattered, walls of various supplies and weaponry were piled around in the red sand. The burning sun was just starting to fall behind the horizon. She watched as groups of Kazdruk demons scurried around, attending to their current orders while others stood guard with long pikes.  A loud grunt rang out again, followed by coughing and gasping for air. She slowly tilted her head the best she could to the right. Geem was tied up around an old tree trunk with parts of his armor ripped off. He stood helpless with his pants torn completely off.  Luzella was railing into his stomach with her fists. She smiled in jubilation as Geem gasped for air after each hard punch, blood now trickling down his face.

Avelyn tried to break from the fallen tree she was shackled to, but her collar held her in place. She grimaced in fear and anger as her fiancé was beaten by Luzella.

“Stop it!” she screamed out in pure hatred.

Luzella stopped in mid swing and slowly turned around to face Avelyn. She turned around fully, cracking her knuckles. She picked up her Halberd as she walked toward Avelyn.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making orders, elf flesh…” Luzella spoke as she pulled Avelyn’s head up by a handful of hair. The elf cringed at the forceful hair pull. “You will do as I say or your boyfriend here dies; slowly and very painfully.”

“Avelyn! Don’t listen to her!” Geem yelled with a mouthful of blood.

“Oh, Avelyn… hmm, such a pretty name. A pretty name to match your pretty lips and pretty face,” Luzella smiled.

Luzella turned back to Geem and walked up to him. She ran her hand across his face slowly, softly running it down his cheek.

“You’re a fucking monster! A FUCKING MONSTER!” Geem screamed out.

She grinned at the elf’s amusing words and leaned over into his pointed ear.

“Oooh, but you truly have no idea, loverboy,” Luzella whispered softly. 

She removed her heavy chest plate and tossed it off to the side. Her large heavy tits bounced out as their black metal nipple rings swung around slowly. She reached down and unbuckled her short battle skirt. The leather piece fell to the dirt, exposing her thick sheathed cock.

Geem looked at Luzella’s flaccid cock; his eyes grew wide in horror. Luzella took a step closer, pressing herself up against his chest, letting her weight pin him to the tree. She let her soft broad cock brush against his, her cock completely overshadowing his diminutive penis. Luzella’s demon cock started to unsheathe ever so slightly. Semi-erect, it was almost the length of Geem’s forearm. She leaned back into his elven ear and whispered.

“Tell me, how does it feel? Being brushed up against pure Kazdruk supremacy…” Geem swallowed hard. Luzella ran her tongue slowly up Geem’s neck before biting softly on his ear lobe.   

Luzella pushed herself off of Geem and walked over to the tent. She came back holding a confiscated elvish dagger. The amazonian made her way back to Avelyn’s side.

“Lets play a quick game, Commander. Blade… or Pommel – pick one.”

Geem didn’t say a word, only giving her a face of contempt. Luzella laid the sharp blade across Avelyn’s shoulder, taunting as if she would drive into her back’s soft flesh at any moment.

“I SAID Blade or Pommel, Commander! Do NOT make me ask again!” Luzella barked, now placing some pressure into the blade.

“Pommel! Pommel!” Geem finally yelled out.

“Thats the spirit, Commander,” Luzella laughed.

“Blade, she takes it up her tight ass like a good girl. Pommel, she gets in her sweet elvish cunt.”

Geem’s face exploded in a fury of anger. He pulled himself forward with all his strength, trying with all his might to break free of the four chains and rope holding him to the tree.           

“No, NO! Don’t you dare! Don’t you touch her!” Geem screamed out.

Luzella held the dagger by the blade and smiled, throwing it towards Geem. The blade cut through the air, spinning blade over pommel before striking the tree – just missing Geem’s head. The dagger sunk into the tree, blade first.

Luzella smiled as she walked back to Geem.

“Well I’ll be damned, look at that. Blade it is.”  

She reached over his head to remove the dagger. Her heavy tits brushed across his face. Luzella tossed the dagger far off into the sand. Geem tried lashing out at Luzella but failed due to the heavy chains and rope holding him to the tree. 

Luzella walked back over towards Avelyn. The demon’s weighty balls swung side to side as she approached the elf’s face. Luzella stood directly in front of her as her thick cock started to grow. The demonic equine phallus slid from her sheath. The hefty meat throbbed as it erected slowly. Avelyn eyes widened at the daunting sight.

“Time to open up, Avelyn.”

Avelyn swallowed in fear, her bright green eyes staring at her thick cock head. Luzella pushed her cock head up to Avelyn’s lips. Avelyn pushed her head off to the side. 

“Please, no, it’s too big…” Avelyn whimpered.

“That’s not my problem, Avelyn. The only alternative is to make your mouth a tad bigger…” she smirked, looking up at her Halberd blade. “But that gets a little messy, so we’ll just use a bit of force.”  

Luzella reached down, forcefully holding the elf’s head in place and pushed her fat cock head between the elf’s plump lips. Avelyn struggled as her soft lips spread open wide around the cock. Her nose flared as the gigantic Kazdruk member slid over her tongue. Avelyn gagged softly as the cock stretched her mouth open as wide as it could possibly go. Her eyes widened as the cock started to slide into her throat. Luzella pulled back, letting a strand of saliva spill from Avelyn’s mouth. Luzella smiled to herself and slowly slid her cock back into the elf’s mouth. The demon pushed her fat member further into Avelyn’s throat this time. Ignoring Avelyn’s gagging, Luzella pushed further. 

Avelyn couldn’t breath and started to panic. She put her hands up against Luzella’s thighs. Her palms frantically pushed against the demon’s robust quadriceps, trying to push the heavy demon back. Luzella easily held her own ground, not phased in the slightest by the feeble attempts trying to push her off. Amused, Luzella held her cock in place. Half of her cock sunk in Avelyn’s throat. The elf slapped her hands on Luzella’s thighs. Struggling for air, the slaps turned to fists and then weakening pounding.

 Luzella looked at Geem who was fighting with everything in him to break free. Luzella flashed her canines and blew him a kiss before she pushed more of her cock into Avelyn’s throat. Avelyn’s face turned blue, as Luzella slowly sank more of her cock down the elf’s tight throat. 

Luzella kept her eyes on Geem and smiled. “She’s quite impressive as a cock sucker, Commander. Perhaps I’ll keep her around for a few days.”

Geem pulled forward again gritting his teeth in fury. Luzella sank the rest of her cock into Avelyn’s throat, resting her heavy balls across her chin. Avelyn desperately tried pushing Luzella off. The demon purred at the mixed feeling of her small hands struggling on her and the elf’s tight throat choking around her girth.  

“Mmmm there we go, all the way in. What a good slut…” Luzella watched as Avelyn’s eyes started to flutter.

“What do you think, Commander; how long do you think she can last?”             

“Get off of her!! You’re gonna kill her!” Geem shouted out.   

      

Luzella smirked. “Now wouldn’t that be unfortunate.” 

She looked back down towards Aveyln and started to rock her hips back and forth, slowly sliding the base of her cock in and out of Avelyn’s stretched lips. Avelyn’s hands finally slid off Luzella’s thighs, falling down onto the tree, her body seemingly giving up. Luzella smiled and pulled her long cock out of Avelyn’s throat. Avelyn laid motionless and unconscious on the fallen tree. Luzella pulled her head up and looked at the passed out elf.

“Oh no you don’t. That was just the foreplay.”

Avelyn’s rolled back green eyes fell forward again and blinked slowly as her body started taking in valuable oxygen. She gasped and coughed staring into Luzella’s eyes. Her expression was glazed over as her senses slowly rekindled themselves.     

“You still with me, Avelyn?” 

     

 Avelyn remained silent, physically swallowing back her pride and fear.

“Good, that would have been very disappointing if we lost you that quickly.”

Luzella walked around to Avelyn’s rear. Her slick heavy cock swung back and forth with each weighty step she took. She stopped behind Avelyn; the elf’s body was perfectly set up and angled for Luzella’s height. She slid her immense cock head up against Avelyn’s small pussy. The wide cock head spread her tight lips apart, forcing its girth into the small opening. Avelyn let out a gasp as her pussy finally submitted to the large flared ram-head, the wide equine glans disappearing into the elf’s cunt.

“Mmm, this will be a joy to destroy at a later date, but we all saw the dagger and how it landed. It wouldn’t be fair if I were to suddenly break the rules. Wouldn’t you agree, Commander?”

“You fucking bitch! Let her go! Please! I beg of you!” Geem’s muscle’s weakened as he continued to try and break free.

Luzella pulled her cock out from the tight elven pussy and angled it upward slightly. The wet head now pushed up against the elf’s tiny pink anus.

“No, wait! Please, not there!” Avelyn screamed.

Luzella mocked the pleas and pushed forward slowly. Her flared head pushed past Avelyn’s cheeks and began to spread her ass open wide.

Avelyn gritted her teeth at the impossible intrusion. She screamed as her ass began stretching around Luzella’s massive head. The elf reached down and tried pulling herself forward on the tree, attempting to pull herself away from Luzella’s member. Luzella reached up with her hand and grasped Avelyn’s neck, holding her in place.

“Oh no…you’re going to be a good girl and take this to the hilt. “

Luzella shifted forward, sinking her whole cock head into Avelyn’s anus. Avelyn gritted her teeth harder as her ass struggled around its huge girth. Luzella melted in pleasure as the tight sphincter squeezed her hard cock; she stopped for a moment, feeling Avelyn’s ass squeeze hard around her. She started back up and continued to push with her entire horse-sized weight behind her. Her powerful legs flexed as her hooves dug into the dirt, leveraging herself to push forward. 

Avelyn grunted as she felt the mammoth member start to sink deep inside her. Luzella relished in the feeling as she forcefully feed more of her cock into her victim. Avelyn pried her hands into the bark as the meaty rod filled more and more of her. Geem helplessly watched on in horror. Avelyn struggled underneath Luzella’s grip as the demon cock’s wider base begin stretching her even wider. Luzella felt her heavy balls press up against the elf’s tiny cunt. The demoness pushed every last inch into her and began bucking back and forth, letting her meaty balls slap back and forth like a pendulum.

Luzella slowly added more and more force behind each thrust.  She then began pulling out further and further with longer strides between trusts. Avelyn cried out as she was man-handled by the amazonian demon. Avelyn grunted hard with each completed slam into her, the wind being knocked out of her with each solid pummel. The elf’s ass stretched around the massive girth with strands of precum now spilling to the dirt. Luzella raised her leg up onto Avelyn’s thigh. Now with even more leverage and power, Luzella railed into her ass. Avelyn saw stars as her ass was pumped full of thick meat. Each revolving hump sent shivers up Luzella’s spine. The smacking of her hulking cum filled balls knocking into Avelyn’s dripping cunt echoed out across the sand. Avelyn was fucked silly as saliva and spit began to fly from her mouth, her guttural grunting now syncing up with each firm thrust.  

Luzella held the elf in place and plowed into her relentlessly. She felt her cock begin to pulsate as she reached orgasm. Luzella felt her cock head flare as a powerful surge gushed through her meaty cock and flooded Avelyn’s innards. She sank her cock to the hilt, resting her brawny balls against the elf while holding Avelyn’s neck.  Luzella groaned in pleasure as copious amounts of thick cum pumped into Avelyn. Avelyn grunted out loudly as her insides were pumped beyond capacity. Hot demon seed squirted out of her tight seal splashing to the ground. More and more thick strands spilled out into large puddles between the elf’s legs. Luzella stood pleased as she continued to empty out her reserve into the panting and squirming elf. Tight contractions ran through her cock as her climax began slowing. She slowly pulled her slick beefy member out as a torrent of cum spilled out of Avelyn’s gaped ass. Her ass slowly closed upped as thick globs of cum continued trying to flood out of her small anus. Avelyn’s thighs trembled from the assault on her ass, she could barely hold herself up and tried to catch her labored breath. Panting heavily she collapsed onto the fallen tree as cum slowly drizzled out of her.

                                    

      >><<

Kamri tiptoed back into the prison block, smiling mischievously and deviantly. Leaving Jelthra trapped in the holding cell brought her sharp canines into the shadowy light. She still needed to find a subject to sacrifice – the idea excited her. The thrill of taking another life to gain an advantage was now an empowering and compelling thought to her. As she searched the cells, she heard struggling in the hall ahead. A group of Kazdruk soldiers marched into the corridor dragging a captive human. The strong man pulled and pushed trying to break free of the soldiers. Kamri stood in the way of the narrow hall smiling. She noticed that the group was led by Brazeek. She had not meet him yet, only hearing of him by word of mouth. The lumbering carnal brute pulled the shackled man along the hall. Brazeek looked at Kamri puzzled.

“Whaat are yooou looking at? Get out of my cell-block!”

He shoved Kamri aside and moved a few cells ahead before tossing the man into the cage. Brazeek chuckled while he locked the cell door. His other soldiers marched off into the shadows.

“Noow who to play with tooonight?” the demon asked himself looking into the cells. Brazeek frowned at the realization of such sparse choosing this eve. In a fit of rage he punched the wall in anger.  

“Bah! No damsels or elven flesh tonight. The last batch must have beeeen moved!”

He slowly turned to face Kamri with a pernicious and predatory grin on his face. An easy target, he thought to himself after noticing the smaller scale of the Kazdruk woman. 

“On second thought… yooou’re not half bad looking; as long as you struggle some, I’ll be pleaseeed.”

He sneered in vile and foul manner. He moved towards Kamri slowly while cracking his knuckles.   

Kamri took a step back, nervously grinning in vexation and ready to fight. 

“Brazeek, right?” Kamri asked, remaining cold and collective.

“Yessh tis iss” The large demon laughed out slowly.

“Wee can do this the easy waaay, or the hard waaaay.”

Brazeek spoke before lashing out his large hand towards Kamri. Kamri easily dodged the grab and spun around behind him. 

“Hey wait, I have a proposal for you, Brazeek…” Kamri spoke. Remaining in constant motion, she backed into the shadows.

“Ooooh, cat and mooouse; I enjoy games.” 

Brazeek smiled as he looked around for Kamri. She lost sight of Brazeek as she hid behind a pillar. Brazeek appeared from the other side out of the shadows and pinned Kamri’s neck, pushing her up against the stone pillar. Kamri fought to escape his grip as she was lifted off the stone floor.

“Whaaat is this proposal of yours? Speak quickly, little girl.” 

“Jelthra!” she managed to cough out.

Brazeek loosened his grip slightly.

“Thaat bitch? Whaaat about her?”

“She’s all yours, if you let me go.”

Brazeek thought for a moment.

“You have my interest… but I doont trust you. How about I fuck you and then I’ll find Jelthra?” Brazeek laughed and tightened his grip again.

Kamri jumped up, wrapping her legs around his arm and twisted in a twirling scissor hold. Brazeek’s arm twisted off to the side; he decided to fall over to the ground to his side rather than have his arm broken from the unnatural movement. Kamri held his arm in a lock. Placing pressure across his elbow joint she quickly reached across and unsheathed his own large knife from his chest sling.  

“I’ll give you one more chance to take me up on my offer. I hate that bitch, and I’m going to show you where she’s at. And she’ll be weak, all for your taking, Brazeek. I promise.”

Brazeek grunted in pain as his arm was wrenched back, about to dislocate.

“Okay! Okaaay!” Brazeek cried. 

The two got up and Kamri placed his knife across his back close to his kidney. 

“Alright – let’s move, big guy. You try to pull anything and I’ll carve your fucking kidney out. Now let’s go; it’s time to pay Jelthra a visit.”

By: Lucien

Luzella’s face flashed in Yuldasha’s mirror. The Amazonian was inside an animal skin command tent located outside among the northern Kazdruk coast. There she sat, dignified and content. An elvish slave woman stood behind her, chained by a thick metal collar. The slave stood massaging Luzella’s muscular trapezius. Her small delicate hands ran over Luzella’s oiled skin, caressing across each defined muscle. Helots moved behind Luzella, working tirelessly to gather the dead bodies of elven soldiers. Yuldasha smiled at the great Kazdruk warrior as she spoke.

“Master Yuldasha, the elves have broken through the Northern coast. As planned, a handful of small remaining groups managed to evade our forces and moved through. They’re heading deeper into the heart of our dominion. Should we hunt them down?”

“That won’t be necessary just yet; give them some leeway. I want to give them hope, Luzella. Give them purpose and glory, let them gaze upon this Spire. Just when they’re within reach of their Queen, will we strike them down like sickles through drought-ridden wheat.”

“As you wish, Master,” Luzella smiled.

“Wait until nightfall, then place a light presence across their heels. Push them into our arms, Luzella.”

 “It will be my pleasure, Master,” Luzella said, curling her lips upward in delight. “The Northern coast is secured, but what of the Southern coast?”

 “They’re of no concern. Let them come – we will bask in their ignorance and slay them at our doors.”

 Luzella nodded. “Of course, Master.”

 Yuldasha watched the Helots closely working behind Luzella. She scrutinized with extreme detail, watching every move they made.

“Luzella, have your Helots been following orders? Any strange behavior or insubordination? Perhaps any possible deserters?”

” Negative Master, these soldiers are normal. If anything would be note worthy, it would be their apparent increased libido Master. But that is understandable given there working conditions and continued exposure to captured female elven soldiers. Other then that, they appear normal Master.” Luzella spoke looking a bit perplexed but knowing better then to question her Master.

Yuldasha looked onward at the working Helots through the mirror and nodded to Luzella .

“Good. Lets just say we’ve had a few incidents with various regiments of Helots. Keep a close eye on them and report any strange behavior to me. “

” As you wish Master.”

“Stick to your current orders Luzella.”

Luzella nodded and her image vanished.

Yuldasha extinguished her mirror and turned to Queen Aria. The setting sun basked into their chamber, spilling across Aria’s back. The elvish Queen kneeled on all fours at the base of Yuldasha’s throne. She looked up at her new Master with a sullen face. The human Ulla resided next to Aria, laying feebly in steel shackles, still holding hope and perseverance.

 “Your people find you quite important, don’t they, Aria?” Yuldasha grinned, sipping fine wine from her goblet.

 Aria looked up, but said nothing. She only dropped her head in defeat and submission.

 “They’re trying to rescue you; how noble of them. I wonder how close they will come to achieving their goal?”

 Ulla tilted over to the Elven Queen, realizing the mental games Yuldasha was trying to play. She leaned closer and whispered into her ear.

“They will succeed, Queen Aria; don’t let her break you. You must believe in yourself, believe in your people.”

Yuldasha smirked at the human’s optimistic comment to the elf. “There is no hope for either of you,” she spat while pulling on Ulla’s chain leash. “Tell me, Ulla – do you still believe in your people?”

 Ulla looked away defiantly. “Yes, the Goldulin people are strong.”

 Yuldasha’s eyes flickered in amusement. “The history of your people is quite interesting, Ulla.”

 “You know nothing of my people! Our Empire, or its history!”

“Oh but I do, Ulla. And all of its dirty secrets… speaking of secrets, I believe it’s time I share something special with you. Something I think the two of you will find most interesting,” Yuldasha commented as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip and turned to a guard across the far wall.

“Guard, bring me forth the Follower of Morkate.”

“Yes, Master. As you wish,” the guard bowed and quickly left the chamber.

Ulla’s eyes widened at the stabbing word Morkate, the ancient Goddess who was worshiped so many moons ago. Long before the Kazdruk invasion, it was the only evil across these lands. An idol of bloodlust and sexual hunger, a parasitic cult of vampirism devoted to the dark. The word alone sent chills up her back. Oan was Goldulin’s true God – the bringer of light and a blade to a shadow’s throat. All Cults of Morkate were outlawed and destroyed under strict rule of the human empire.

“Morkate?” Ulla whispered in disbelief.

 “Ah, that name interests you doesn’t it, Ulla? It runs deep in your land’s history.”

Ulla only looked away in anger. More mind games, she thought to herself.

 Queen Aria looked on, puzzled. Her elven people had heard of Morkate but she only knew of the goddess vaguely. Nothing more than a mere piety pagan cult followed by ignorant humans.

The chamber door opened and a large oak crucifix was dragged in by two large guards. Chained to the wood was a naked, lithe female human, or what appeared to be one. The tall woman screamed out in a crazed rage, her pale skin flexed as she tried to free herself. A leather sack covered her head and was tied with a cord around her neck. The human was strong for her size; her chains looked as if they would snap at any moment, but the Kazdruk steel held. She continued to scream out in an animalistic rage.

“I can smell their sweet blood! Free me at once! Let me feed! You must let me feed! Morkate will curse you all! You can’t capture the shadows, you can’t control darkness, you cannot hide from her cold touch! No one can stop her children!”

“Silence, you deranged lamprey! Guards, bring her closer.” The woman fell silent.

 “Yuldassshaaa,” the vampire hissed softly. “I thought I recognized your sweet scent.”

 Ulla looked on in horror. Another Kazdruk experiment, she thought to herself. Those monsters, what have they done to her?

“What did you do to her!” Ulla yelled out in anger.

“Young Ulla, I did nothing,” Yuldasha grinned.

“Lies! You did this to her!”

“Quite the contrary, Ulla; she did this to herself. She hid this from you and your people.”

“Hid what? My people? Is she a soldier of Goldulin?” Ulla looked on puzzled and angered. She rose to her feet.

“This is a follower of the ones you pathetic humans call Morkate. But more interestingly, she was the leader of your people, Ulla. Please correct me if I’m wrong, but your Empire despised followers of Morkate, no?”

“Wha-” Ulla stared back at the faceless human, trying to envision the face underneath. Her blood began to boil. “…blasphemy…” she whispered to herself.

“Lies! This is just another game of yours, Yuldasha! Empress Nera was a devoted follower of Oan, our true savior. She died on her feet! She died with honor fighting off you bloody bastards. She held her sword proudly in the Great Hall of Ridgeblade!” Ulla yelled at Yuldasha, outstretching her hand. “I know because I was there, ye serpent!”

“Such certainty, Ulla, and so confidant. The truth will revise your opinion.” Yuldasha waved her hand towards one of the Kazdruk guards. “Whether or not you wish to believe, the truth is… this creature was the Empress of The Goldulin Empire!”

 The guard pulled the sack off the woman’s head. The crazed vampiric human hissed in the low candlelight. Her crimson eyes reflected the ambiance of Yuldasha’s chamber like a feline. The setting sun danced off her blonde hair and pale face. Her pearl fangs glimmered behind her pale lips. She pulled herself forward once again trying to free herself.

 Queen Aria placed her hand over her mouth in shock. She looked on, just as surprised as Ulla.

 “That poor soul…” she whispered to herself.

“LIES!” Ulla screamed in hatred and contempt. Her world had suddenly been crushed. Her breath was knocked out of her as Empress Nera of Goldulin stood before her.

 Her own Empress, once believed to be dead, now stood before her a Vampire – an abomination, a worshiper of Morkate. After all these years, the woman she was sworn to protect was no better than the Kazdruk.

“No… how could this be?” Ulla whispered.

She was seething. She thought back to all the brave men and women who had lost their lives protecting the King and Empress. Fighting the initial Kazdruk invasion, doing her best to protect a lie.

“Empress Nera… you heretic, how could you! May Oan have mercy on your cursed soul.”

Yuldasha gestured towards the guards, but Ulla placed her hand out to them like she wanted them to halt.

“No, wait!” Ulla yelled, walking towards Nera.

Yuldasha looked on in interest, giving Ulla the needed slack to reach her. Nera looked at Ulla in a crazed hunger.

“I refuse to believe this, Nera. This must be some sort of trick… a demonic illusion.”

Ulla reached out to touch Nera’s cold skin. Nera smiled and waited; as soon as Ulla’s trembling hand touched Nera’s skin, she lashed outward, biting Ulla’s arm. Ulla jumped back, leaving a long bloody slash down her arm, falling backward and grasping her wound.

“Thats enough! Guards, take her away!” Yuldasha ordered.

The guards placed the leather back over Nera’s face and pulled her out of the main chamber.

Ulla looked down at her slashed arm. The pain was real, her blood was real, the burning was real. Empress Nera was indeed a savage monster. This fresh laceration would be a constant reminder of her betrayal to Goldulin and her people.

>><<

We carried ourselves through the cursed red sands.The once beautiful Goldulin Empire was now nothing but a wretched land of despair, filled with evils beyond elven comprehension. A land now of defiled soil and everlasting crimson hue. The very air was thin and cool, swimming with loss and distress.

We had received word that the northern Wayyel landing party had not fared well. Only thirty ships made it ashore at their northern point. Out of our forty that we, Blue Lotus had sent, only twenty made it to our southern waypoint. Yesterday we received a letter by a Wayyel Carrier hawk.

Despite our odds, the objectives remained the same – Reach Wayyel’s Queen and help our northern cousins rescue her. After the southern beachhead we hadn’t encountered much Kazdruk activity. Our nerves began tiring of the constant thought of a Kazdruk ambush that never came. Nothing but red barren land. We carried on northward.

>><< 

 Aeltha paced back and forth in her chamber, pondering Kamri’s staff requirements. “You seek the weight of light wood but the strength of Demkk.”

 “That is correct, High Sorceress Aeltha,” Kamri nodded. “Is something even possible?”

Aeltha deviously smiled at the question.

“Anything is possible, Kamri. It all depends on how far you’re willing to go, depends on how many sacrifices you’re willing to make. Your staff will require a living offering to bind our materials. Any creature will do, but I suggest a humanoid; the binding will be more stable. The stronger the source’s essence, the stronger the bond. Go to the prison level of this spire, Kamri. Find someone or something that draws to you them. Bring them back and we will begin. Choose wisely, Kamri; I will continue the preparations.”

Kamri bowed and left the chamber heading downward, deep into the prison level.

The prison level was dim as usual. Moans and suffering spilled into the narrow halls. Cries for help and freedom danced across the steel prison bars. A single candle hung off the wall every ten meters or so. The dim flames flickered in the cool draft. Kamri ran her hand across the smooth stone hallways. She looked into each cell as she walked by. Most were filled with humans, former Goldulin soldiers and peasants. Kamri criss-crossed between sections of cells searching for the right sacrifice. None of the prisoners called out to her or seemed correct.

 She soon found herself towards the far corner. A small set of dark stairs led to a lower sub level. She was about to step down the short set of stairs when she heard a familiar female voice. A Kazdruk guard and a woman spoke. Kamri stopped dead in her tracks and backed against the wall, tilting her pointed ear in the direction of the speakers. The unmistakable broken accent of Jelthra echoed off the damp walls. Kamri clenched her fist in anger. She had trouble thinking straight. She could only see red; her blood was on fire, vengeance filling her mind. She wanted to slit Jelthra’s throat and bathe in it.

 Kamri took a deep breath trying to compose herself. She stayed out of sight, remaining in the dark shadows and listening carefully.

 “…yes, Jelthra, these cells here are open, but back there beyond that wall, hold rather violent beasts. High Sorceress Aeltha ordered us to keep them separated. I believe they’re experiments of hers.”

 “Good, keep deez cells here open, I vill be transporting new prisoners to dis section tomorrow.”

 “As you wish, Jelthra.”

Kamri heard the two separate and move off in opposite directions. Cloven footsteps marched away into a labyrinth of more cells. She peered her head around the corner to see the back of Jelthra, her heeled boots clicking on the stone surface. She was heading towards the back side of the section. Kamri followed after her, quickly and silently, cloaked by the cell’s shadows. Jelthra moved into the next cell block. A loud chorus of roars lashed out right as Jelthra entered. Kamri focused, her body slightly tensed and ready for combat.

 She then noticed that the adjoining cell block held roughly thirty cages filled wild creatures of all kinds. Twisted experiments of demon and beast. Aeltha’s personal stock of prototype warbeasts, some more successful than others. All of them extremely dangerous.

 Kamri peered around the corner facing the large wide entrance, watching Jelthra closely. As she turned the corner, Kamri brushed her hand across a long chain heading upward into the shadows. The slight jingle was lost in the roar of wild beasts. Kamri looked upward and noticed she was standing under a large steel gate. The chain ran up to a release mechanism. The open gate ran the width of the entire chamber entrance. If closed, it would seal off the entrance to this room.

Kamri looked beyond Jelthra and noticed that the other side of the chamber was a stone wall. This chamber only held one way in and out. Jelthra kept walking further into the chamber, examining the strange beasts and Aeltha’s twisted handy work. Kamri scanned over the cages quickly and noticed all the cages held a single bolt pin lock that held the cage doors closed.

 Kamri smiled to herself, a deep devious and destructive smile. She crept slowly into the chamber keeping a close eye on Jelthra, who was now close to the very end of the chamber. The first cage on her left held a two headed Keeat hound growling softly as it paced back and fourth. The next cage on her right held a large segmented reptilian beast with hundreds of centipede like legs and long sharp fangs. The oversized snake like demon smashed into the cage door at the sight of Kamri. She backed up and kept moving. The next cage held a large exotic creature. The dark purplish beast lowered itself onto its four thick muscular legs. It held a low center of gravity and moved its self backward away from the cage door. It pulled itself low as if it were about to launch itself outward. Waiting, ready to violently ponce. Kamri watched as it hid itself in the deep cage shadow. Only its glowing yellow eyes peering from the dark. It flashed a row of sharp serrated teeth.

 Kamri suddenly caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Near her left foot, emerging from a gap under the cage door was a slimy, dark purple tendril. She quickly stepped back before it could warp around her foot. Kamri looked back at Jelthra, then back to the creature and smiled nefariously. She looked at the cage door’s lock. This cage held a large lock pad as well as a steel pin. Kamri placed her palm on the lock and ignited the lock with intense heat. The Kazdruk magic burned into the steel. Kamri’s eyes gleamed as the lock started to weaken.The metal began to melt and warp. Kamri smiled and quickly exited the chamber, returning to the outer cell-block shadows. She reached the opening and looked up while pulling down hard on the dangling entrance chain. The chain disengaged the winch as Jelthra looked back, jumping at the sudden loud clanking of the closing cage door that was now falling downward.

“No, vait!”

Jelthra ran back as quickly as she could, but she was too late. She slid on her heels and bumped into the gate as it reached the floor. The heavy gate latched into place, sealing off the entrance and trapping Jelthra inside.

 Jelthra knocked on the gate hard with her fists. “Guards! lez me out! I’m still in here!” She looked around for the chain system to reopen the gate. She quickly realized there was no chain on this side of the gate.

 “Guards! I said lez me out!” Jelthra yelled, continuing to slam the gate with her fists. The gate only held a single horizontal slit to view through. She inched up on her toes to peer through. The outside chamber was empty, only flickering candles.

 “Those incompetent guards vill surely pay for dis. I swear!”

 Jelthra had noticed that the chamber had fallen eerily silent.

A Keeat hound behind her let out a uneasy whine, momentarily cutting through the silence. She spun around, scanning the chamber hold. The third cage in was wide open, the holding cell empty. Its door slowly swayed further open until it bumped softly against the steel side of the neighboring cage. Jelthra froze in her tracks peering slowly back and forth. A steel pin covered in slick slime rolled to her feet. Jelthra slowly took a few steps backward. She reached back over her shoulder to unsheathe her sword. Jelthra’s eye widened in terror when her hand only grasped empty air; her sheath was empty. She swallowed hard as she ran her hand down lower and felt more wet sticky resin across the back of the sheath. She slowly walked backward until her ass softly bumped into the locked gate.

Long thin strands of saliva fell from above, pooling on the floor around Jelthra. She hesitantly looked upward into the endless shadows, trying to make out any movement up above. She thought she might be seeing a wet glistening surface. Jelthra shot her hand out and ignited a fire spell in her palm. The orange sphere of flame flickered about, swirling and pulsing. Jelthra watched the large shadow move across the high ceiling and down the far side of wall. The strange beast was large, much larger than any Keeat hound. Jelthra grimaced as the creature vanished into the dark shadows again.

Jelthra looked around nervously, trying to obtain a visual on the creature. The beast reappeared quickly to her left behind a break in the cages. The demon lumbered across the stone floor on all fours, moving at incredible speed towards her. Jelthra tossed her fire spell at the charging beast where it exploded across the creatures angled head with little effect. Jelthra dove off to the side into a summersault to avoid the large creature. She rolled out of the dive ready to fight. The creature shook its head side to side, merely shaking off the fireball. Jelthra’s eyes widened at the beast’s apparent invulnerability to fire. The beast let out a blood curdling roar and turned to face Jelthra again.

Jelthra side stepped trying to keep the creature at a distance. She made her way towards the gate, quickly tossing another fireball. The ball exploded, sending cinders in all directions. The beast lowered itself and advanced towards Jelthra slowly. Jelthra noticed many long thick tendrils erecting from the underside of the beast. They slide out across the ground leaving wet slimy trials. The tentacles ran off to either side, widening the beast’s coverage and further trapping its prey. There was no way Jelthra could make it past them, so she reached down to her boot and pulled out a dagger. The immense creature moved closer and closer, cornering Jelthra.

Without warning, a long phallus-like tendril shot outward, striking towards her at blurring speed. Jelthra dodged the strike and slashed at the slimy tentacle. Before she could gather her balance, a second tendril lashed out wrapping itself around her wrist. It squeezed her tight, causing her to drop her dagger. Another tendril launched out, wrapping around her legs. Before she knew it she was completely entangled with thick tentacles. Jelthra struggled to free herself but the beast pulled her downward. Jelthra cried out as she was pulled out from under her feet landing hard on her back. The heavy beast lunged forward landing on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

A wall of tendrils ripped apart her clothing and wrapped around her body, pulling her closer to his.The snake like appendages slid into her groin, slithering around frantically for any openings they could find. Jelthra tried pushing the heavy beast off, but it didn’t budge as her hands only pushed into soft leathery muscle. The long tentacles found their mark, pulling her thong aside, sinking into her pussy. The brutal girth of the tendril spread her lips wide. Another sank into her tight ass, filling her up with thick, slick meat. Jelthra screamed as the slick cock slid further and further up her ass. The creature’s jaws opened wide over her face spilling out long strands of saliva. Jelthra gritted her teeth and pulled her face away from the dangerously sharp row of predatory teeth.

A long segmented tongue erected itself from the beast’s mouth and slid across Jelthra’s face looking for an opening. Jelthra screamed again from the wide double intrusion. The thick tongue tentacle took the open opportunity and forced itself into Jelthra’s mouth, spreading her blue lips open wide. The long cocktongue slid down her throat, turning her cries into wet soft gagging. Jelthra’s eyes shot open wide in terror as all of her holes were filled. The beast’s tentacles pulled her even closer to his body as he began to pump his prey full of warm, ropey seed. A torrent of hot cum flushed up inside Jelthra’s cunt and tight ass. She squirmed in place as she felt each tentacle simultaneously pumping inside her.

Load after load or warm fluid spilled down her throat, overflowing up out of her mouth and nostrils. She violently kicked her entangled legs as she choked on the thick loads. Her stomach stretched as it was pumped full of hot sperm. Jelthra dug her hands into the floor as her womb was filled well beyond capacity. The hot cum spilled out of her cunt and ass, gushing onto the floor into thick ropey pools. The nefarious beast held its prey tightly underneath as its emptied the last of its cum reservoir into his new human mate. The beast kept its tentacles tightly wrapped around Jelthra and pulled her into the dark shadows, leaving behind nothing but smeared pools of cum and a dagger.

 The caged creatures remained silent. Only a faint, muffled gagging would eek out from time to time, emitting from the lightless abyssal corner of the chamber.

By: Lucien

Cazel stood naked in the middle of Yuldasha’s personal chamber. Deep amethyst torch flames danced softly, spilling light across the smooth spire floors. The giant moon hung low in the dark night sky, watching over Yuldasha’s personal chamber. Blindfolded with a strip of leather and restrained with chains running off to the stone walls, Cazel trembled in fear. Yuldasha circled her, whipping her tail back and forth as she pondered in deep thought.

The demoness reached up and removed Cazel’s blindfold. Cazel set her eyes upon Yuldasha, who held a different physical appearance this eve. Her cloven feet were now beautiful human feet, her demonic phallus replaced by her natural pussy with a small cropped strip of black pubic hair. A master of psychological games, her human appearance gave her an advantage of appearing more compassionate and caring; just another ploy deceitfully used to further confuse her victims.

Tasha and Ulla stood in separate caged cells across from each other, both facing Yuldasha and Cazel. They watched on nervously, fearing for her life.

“Ah, little Cazel, what to do with you? You did give us the location of Queen Aria; I suppose that should count towards something,” Yuldasha smirked.

“We almost forgot about you in the deep chambers. And in the company of Keeat hounds – how naughty of Jelthra! Gosh, that must have been a frightening experience…”

Yuldasha continued to circle Cazel, tipping around barefoot across the marble tile.

“The predicament we seem to have is that, well… you’re useless to us, Cazel. You’re too weak. You’re not worth the time or effort of trying to turn you. You’re a waste of space and resources at this point. Do you know what happens to ones I no longer need or find useful?”

Cazel shook her head side to side, her blue eyes starting to fill with tears. Yuldasha moved close to Cazel, gripping her chin and licking up the tears that ran down her cheek.

“Don’t cry, Cazel; its not fitting for a child of AzurLyyn,” Yuldasha smiled to herself while thinking the complete opposite. “Don’t worry, there is still hope, Cazel. You can still live. Maybe even obtain your freedom. All you need to do is prove yourself, Cazel. How does that sound?”

Cazel looked on in hope nodding, her eyes wide like a doe. Yuldasha leaned in very close to Cazel smiling.

“I’m feeling extremely generous today, little one. I believe you can help me, my sweet child of the North.” Yuldasha ran her hands across her soft face, brushing Cazel’s white strands of hair to the side and slowly wiping away more tears.

“I’m going to make a deal with you. You see, I need something. If you can successfully retrieve it for me, I will grant you your freedom. Its not too difficult – even someone such as yourself should be able to get it without much trouble.”

Both Tasha and Ulla leaned closer to their cell’s bars, intrigued and surprised by the words being spoken by Yuldasha.

“I’m looking for a special gem. Its location is only found in one underground location. Why I need the gem is of no concern to you; just find it, return it to me… and you will have your freedom.”

“Don’t do it Cazel! She’s lying!” Ulla suddenly yelled out from her holding cell.

Yuldasha smiled, reached back, not looking. She casted a bolt of green lighting towards Ulla’s cage. The bolt knocked her out cold and collapsed her to the floor.

“I always keep my end of a bargain dear, but you need to keep your end as well.”

Yuldasha snapped her fingers. Jelthra entered the chamber, deviously smiling and carrying all of Cazel’s clothes, weapons, and equipment.

“This map shows the location of the gem as well as an illustration of it. Do we have a deal, Cazel?”

Cazel looked up at Yuldasha and nodded softly, knowing she had no other choice.

“Good. Jelthra, release her and give her equipment back.” Yuldasha looked back at Cazel. “And don’t think of running away and not fulfilling this little quest. I promise you will not get far. I’m always watching, Cazel. Always.”

Jelthra undid Cazel’s chains and cuffs. Cazel nervously and cautiously put her clothes back on. She looked at the map Jelthra handed her. A red X marked the location at the base of Mournfall Peak.

Cazel looked at Yuldasha and Jelthra. Yuldasha smiled.

“Go on, my dear. Jelthra will escort you out of the Spire.”

Jelthra did as was told, taking her by the arm and out of the chamber. Cazel looked up at Ulla and Tasha as a wave of guilt spilled over her. She received passage out of the Spire but her fellow comrades did not.

Yuldasha looked over at Ulla as she slowly got back to her feet. She shook her head side to side in disappointment, walking slowly towards Ulla.

“Ah yes. Ulla, the perpetual thorn in my side. I’m beginning to lose my patience with you.”

Yuldasha opened the cage door, slowly eyeing the human. She lunged her hand around Ulla’s neck, pinning her against the steel bars.

“Such impudence and provocation. Defiant human, I think its time you learn some lessons.”

She lifted Ulla off her feet before tossing her out of the cell. Ulla landed hard and slid across the tile. Yuldasha walked slowly and elegantly towards the fallen human. Her horns extended as her temper and demeanor twisted and shifted. Her eyes began piercing with green energy. Yuldasha reached Ulla and looked down at her.

“You will soon learn your place human; you will become nothing more than pine shavings under my hoof. A mere afterthought, just like your homeland of Goldulin. I will enjoy every second of your diminution and pathetic fall from significance.”

Yuldasha stepped on Ulla’s head, pinning her body and stomach down to the cold floor. Ulla struggled under her foot.

Yuldasha emitted two streams of dark magic. The bolts wrapped around Ulla’s ankles spreading them apart, outstretching her legs and exposing her glistening pussy and ass. The magic leg cuffs adhered themselves to the tile floor, locking her legs in place, denying her the ability to close them. Yuldasha lifted her foot off of Ulla’s head. Ulla tried getting up, but the glowing green bands of energy sparked, further tightening. Ulla screamed out as the bindings restrained her. Her upper body fell back down as she laid helplessly on the cold tile.

Yuldasha walked around her, examining Ulla’s naked body. “The defiant ones are always more enjoyable to break. Look at you, writhing and squirming. Its very becoming of you.”

“I’m Goldulin born! I’ll never succumb to you! You witch!” Ulla spat.

“Is that so, Ulla?”

Yuldasha smiled and shot two more streams of magic towards Ulla’s hands. The streams wrapped around her wrists, pulling each hand down to the floor. The magic now bound her entire body to the tile floor.

Yuldasha conjured up her aether whip. The twisting energy manifested in her palm causing the whip to glow the same emerald green as her devious eyes. The dancing green sparks sparkled around as the whip grew longer. A few stray green cinders landed on Ulla’s back, burning her flesh lightly. Ulla’s body tensed in pain as more cinders spilled off the whip across her athletic back.

“Now, Ulla, you will learn some respect.”

Yuldasha lowered the aether green whip down softly and dragged it slowly across Ulla’s bare back. The whip hissed and sparked as it came in contact with the human’s skin. Searing her flesh, Ulla screamed out in sharp agony.

Yuldasha laughed out and pulled back the whip off Ulla’s skin. The burns instantly vanished, healing up and momently reliving Ulla of pain. Yuldasha rose her arm up and lashed the fiery green whip down hard across Ulla’s back. Emerald sparks exploded across the human’s shoulders as Ulla let out a bloodcurdling scream. Yuldasha placed her foot in front of Ulla’s face.

“Clean my toes, slave.”

Ulla turned her head away in opposition and was met with another painful lash of the whip. Another explosion of green lit up the chamber as Ulla cried out. The pain was unbearable. Ulla slowly stretched her tongue out. Yuldasha grinned and shifted her foot back so her toes where just out of reach of Ulla’s tongue. Ulla screamed out again as the Yuldasha lashed her twice with a sharp X pattern. The cracking whip echoed out across the walls.

“I said clean my toes. I will not ask again.”

Ulla stretched her tongue out as far as she could. The tip of her tongue just barely touched Yuldasha’s ring toe. Yuldasha shifted forward and placed her foot on Ulla’s head again, pushing down and pinning her head once again. She rose her whip and lashed it across Ulla’s bare ass. Keeping her foot across the side of Ulla’s head, she whipped her again and again, each of Ulla’s screams louder then the last. Yuldasha’s loins became wet with each lash and each scream of her slave.

“You will call me Master now,” Yuldasha spoke as she slid her fingers across her own wet labia, sliding her ring and index fingers inside her lips.

“Who am I?”

Ulla said nothing. Yuldasha lashed her whip across Ulla’s ass again.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“M-master,” Ulla whispered out of her weak mouth.

Yuldasha lashed the whip around Ulla’s neck and placed her foot across her back, pulling back hard on the whip. The whip sizzled across Ulla’s neck simultaneously choking and burning her.

“I’m sorry, I still didn’t hear you.” Yuldasha smiled and conjured up a second whip with her free hand, still pulling back with the whip that was surrently choking Ulla.

“Master!” Ulla managed to scream out.

“Ah, finally we’re learning.” Yuldasha whipped Ulla’s ass as she pulled back on her neck, arching her torso upward. The sizzling whip lashed across her firm ass cheeks.

“Again.” Yuldasha began lashing in a steady pattern.

“Master!” Ulla screamed out between lashes.

“Are you a worthless human slave?”

“Yes, Master!”

“What are you?”

“A worthless human slave!”

Yuldasha continued lashing Ulla for several minutes before stopping, her whips vaporizing when she finished. Ulla laid on her stomach, panting in pain as her welts, burns, and slashes slowly healed, the dark magic dissipating and evaporating into the room.

“Perhaps there is hope for you after all.”

The demon walked around to the back of Ulla, viewing her soft pussy. Yuldasha outstretched her hand and it glowed a soft greenish blue. Suddenly Ulla started squirming as her clit glowed a matching color.

“Ulla my dear, I will show you every conceivable variety of pain and pleasure.”

Ulla moaned in pleasure as the most intense sensation she ever felt flowed through her loins. Her pussy dripped as the magic instantly brought her close to orgasm but never came. Yuldasha balanced Ulla’s sensation right on the edge, just about to make her explode but denying her the ability to do so. Ulla squirmed in her green shackles. She tried as hard as she could to reach down and finger herself but the cuffs held her in place.

Ulla cried out from the torturous orgasm denial. Her loins burned, aching for release.

“Pleaseee! Master!”

“Oh no, little slave. You will not receive such pleasure tonight – you still lack respect and discipline. You have a very long way to go before I’ll grant you any such privilege.”

“Noo Please! Oh god, let me !” Ulla tensed up in sexual frustration. Her pussy was soaking wet and running down her inner thighs.

“Aghhhh pleaseee!”

 Yuldasha smiled in an insidious manner.

“Your next lesson will be learning to keep quiet.”

Yuldasha ceased her magics effecting Ulla’s cunt. She stood watching the human pant and catch her breath. Yuldasha grinned and used her dark magic to lift Ulla’s weak body from the floor, flipping Ulla onto her back. She placed her head on the seat of her throne.

The demoness raised her hand and snapped her fingers again. A trio of beautiful female demons entered the chamber, each carrying a slightly different twisted bowed instrument. Abyssal, dark violins. Arcanely forged from the purest form of dark magic.

“Tell me Ulla, do you enjoy music? Lovely Kazdruk lullabies perhaps, hmm?”

Ulla looked up at Yuldasha in dismay, her heroic disposition fading. Weak and drained, Ulla tried to sit up but was meet with Yuldasha’s foot at her throat, pinning her back down.

“I asked you a question, human,” Yuldasha spat, increasing the pressure on Ulla’s neck. A green flash lashed out as she reignited her whip.

“Y-Y-Yes, I do.”

Yuldasha’s whip impacted hard across Ulla’s soft tits. A blast of green sparks showered across the floor like energized beads of glass. Ulla let out a muffled gurgled scream.

“You forget to say Master,” Yuldasha laughed.

Yuldahsa bit her lip and nodded at the trio.

“Adepts, please proceed… why don’t you play something, hmm… something delicate and celestial… yes, something empyrean.”

The demons nodded in unison and all raised their instruments. With perfection and skill they played, releasing a choirs of alluring, twisted sound.

“I enjoy the arts, Ulla. I find them inspiring and stimulating.”

Yuldasha moved closer to Ulla and ran her whip between her tits. The emerald whip sizzled and popped like a fireplace. Ulla cried out over the soft delicate music. The Adepts did not flinch or hesitate; they continued to play their melody. The song was dark and caliginous, its notes sent chills up Ulla’s spine.

“The art of music is by far the most powerful, my dear Ulla. Listen…there is such power and efficacy in each note and measure. Such calculated and conscious strokes… but yet, such tragedy in each drag of the bow. Listen to the chaos and disarray in each timbre, truly remarkable.”

Yuldasha softly cupped her hand over Ulla’s mouth and lightly dragged the whip across Ulla’s left nipple. Ulla’s eyes shot open wide in agony as she cried out into Yuldasha’s palm, her muffled scream was lost against the music.

“The friction and disturbance the bow makes across each string in turn creates tone and pitch.”

Yuldasha extinguished the aether whip, leaned in, and kissed Ulla softly on the lips. Ulla resisted and tried turning away but was too exhausted. Yuldasha pushed her weight further onto the human, forcing her tongue into Ulla’s mouth.

The demoness pushed Ulla back down. She turned around slowly, showing off her round ass and shapely hips, whipping her tail back and forth. Yuldasha sat down, placing her full weight across Ulla’s face and pinning her to the throne. Yuldahsa smirked in pleasure as Ulla squirmed underneath her ass and dripping cunt.

“Ah, that’s much better; now we can truly appreciate this exquisite music.”

The music continued as faint, muffled screams from Ulla went barely heard.

Yuldasha outstretched her hand and casted a powerful spell across Ulla’s pussy again. Ulla kicked and squirmed as the intense sensation returned to her clit. Ulla’s loins began dripping across the floor, pooling at the base of the throne. The denial drove her mad with lust and unfathomable pleasure. Yuldasha sat back in her throne, relishing in Ulla’s suffering. She smiled as her slave struggled under her, entwined and lost in uncontrollable pleasure. Ulla’s body fought to stay conscious with her face now trapped under Yuldasha’s cunt.

Yuldahsa moaned out in indulgence and rested her hands on the arms of her throne. Her eyelids fell heavy with lust as she slowly gyrated on Ulla’s face.

“That’s a good little slave.”

Ulla started to struggle frantically underneath, trying to kick with her restrained legs. She let out a muffled protest, trying to push away with her restrained hands. Yuldasha only grinned over her slave’s further suffering. Yuldasha flexed her legs keeping Ulla pinned down. The wicked music carried on, shrouding Ulla’s mixed cries of pleasure and protest.

Ulla’s body started to falter and weaken, her protest fading.

“Giving up already? You humans are truly pathetic creatures. It’s no surprise the Empire of Goldulin fell so effortlessly.”

Yuldasha shot more energized twisted magic into Ulla’s pussy. A surge of stirring powerful pleasure washed through Ulla’s body again. Yuldasha lifted herself off the human momentarily. Ulla screamed out, gasping for air mixed in with a powerful gasp of pleasure.

“Lap me up you worthless whore,” Yuldasha ordered before smothering Ulla again.

Ulla struggled again and was meet with more intense magic, moaning into her masters cunt. Ulla’s tongue slowly slid out sliding across Yuldasha’s labia. Yuldasha bit her plump bottom lip in desire, her eyes piercing in green flares .

“Thats a good girl, keep lapping me up.”

Ulla slid her tongue faster and farther across Yuldasha’s cunt and flicking across her clit. The demon left her trapped underneath, feeling her struggle again. She lifted off for a moment and pushed herself back down.

“You don’t deserve your precious air. You must earn it. Keep licking, slave.”

Ulla kept pleasing her master, licking and pushing her tongue deep into Yudasha’s dripping lips. She would be rewarded with small breaths of air, just enough to stay conscious. Yuldasha kept her magic focused on Ulla, still denying her orgasm. The demon queen leaned back in gratification as she came to climax upon Ulla’s face. The Adepts finished their musical score, letting the last note slowly fade. The human still lapped away hoping for a window of air. Yuldasha laid back, catching her breath, grinning in fulfillment. She sat still and left Ulla smothered underneath, squirming against her still active spell. Ulla remained just on the edge of climax. No closer and no weaker; lost in perpetual orgasm torture.

“Adepts, a fine piece. How about another?”

“As you wish, Master,” the adapts responded, bowing in unison.

“Lovely.”

Yuldahsa flashed her fangs in masochistic bliss before launching another surge of magic into Ulla, restarting her torture with a muffled scream. Her screams lost against the start of a new musical piece.

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Neicul and Kamri slowly entered Aeltha’s chamber. The two bowed in Aeltha’s presence.

Aeltha circled around Neicul, eyeing him head to toe. She walked slowly, observing the soldier and ignoring Kamri for the moment. Aeltha’s deep red eyes flickered in amusement. The demon’s crimson lips curled upward, scheming in beguilement.

Aeltha stopped behind Neicul and ran her black taloned hands across the back of his neck.

“Neicul, I must admit it’s rather perplexing yet amusing finding you at my chamber door.”

Aeltha purred as she ran her index talon down the length of Neicul’s neck and across the back of his vest. Neicul shivered slightly.

“You’re a strong and able soldier, so it’s lead to believe.” Aletha circled back to the front of Neicul. Neicul couldn’t help but notice her tight black corset, constricting her perky breasts, his eyes becoming lost in her deep cleavage. Neicul caught her now leering gaze.

“Don’t waste my time and state your business, Neicul. Why are you here? Have you come to simply stare?” Aeltha’s tone shifted unfavorably. She turned her back on Neicul and began walking deeper into her chamber.

Neicul was cut off by Kamri’s voice before he could answer. His face wide eyed in surprise and horror.

“It is I who wishes to speak to you, High Sorceress Aeltha.” Kamri stepped forward, lowering herself to one knee.

Aeltha stopped in her tracks and spun sharply on her heel. Her eyebrows arched in amusement.

“Oh? Well that’s intriguing. What could I do for you, young acolyte?” Aeltha questioned sharply before once again turning her back.

Aeltha returned to her business at hand, annoyed at the interruption and break of focus. Her red eyes scanned across her stone altar filled with Kazdruk spells and tomes. Focusing intently, she went back to work calculating, examining, and reexamining.

Kamri hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to Aeltha’s side.

“I ne-” Kamri was cut off.

“I see your masters have lengthened your leash, Kamri,” Aeltha spoke, anticipating her next move.

Kamri grimaced for a moment and brushed the comment aside.

“I need your help binding a staff, High Sorceress Aeltha.”

Aeltha smiled softly but kept working at her altar for a moment before responding.

“Is that all?”

“Why yes, Aeltha, that is all.”

Aeltha schemed for a moment.

“Fine, I will grant your wish…for a price of course. You have nothing to offer me at the moment… but Neicul on the other hand… Yes, It’ll be a price Neicul will pay.”

Neicul was already on the other side of the chamber looking at a set of small torture devices. Startled at suddenly hearing his name, he quickly placed the device back on the table fumbling and knocking over various oddities, vials and jars. One set of jars rolled over, knocking a stand which then toppled into a set of knives, spilling to the stone floor.

Neicul hid one hand behind his back and bit his other hand’s knuckle. He quickly looked off in the opposite direction as if he had nothing to do with the sudden disturbance.

“Huh? Me? uh… what could you possibly want from me, Aeltha ?” He nervously responded.

Aeltha stopped what she was doing and walked over to Neicul.

“Listen to me carefully, you guttersnipe!” Aeltha spat placing her black sharp talons under his chin.

“You’re damn lucky Yuldasha has you assigned to training Kamri. You traverse dangerous terrain being in my presence, Neicul. I don’t enjoy dealing with lower castes. I will help your little pet here, but you will owe me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir- err… Ma’am.”

Neicul grinned mischievously at Aeltha’s threat, flashing his canines.

Aeltha twitched at the sly comment, not finding it humorous. She leered at him, her eyes burning like cinders. She swiped her talon away from his face quickly, leaving behind a small slash across Neicul’s face.

“First, you will owe me one favor of my choosing at anytime I see fit.”

Neicul smirked at the thought of indentured servitude to Aeltha.

“Fine, sounds fair enough.”

Aeltha reached out and grabbed Neicul’s vest tightly.

“You’re not getting off that easily Neicul. I have one last aspect to my terms. I have a simple job for you. If you’re half as good as Yuldasha says, it should be easy for you. You want this staff? Then you’re going to find me three fresh subjects. You will bring them to me…alive and intact. Is that too complicated? Are you even capable of such a task?”

Neicul thought for a moment and looked at Kamri then back to Aeltha. He winked at Aeltha and smiled with touch of nefarious charm. He nodded in agreement.

“Of course, Aeltha.”

Aeltha suddenly had a dagger resting across her throat. She released her grip and took a step back.

Neicul smiled. Clutched in his fist was a small ornate Kazdruk dagger.

“An exceptional blade, Aeltha.”

Aeltha looked at it in shock and then reached down to her own empty hidden sheathe along her hip. She grimaced in anger and confusion, wondering how he managed to steal her own dagger.

Neicul handed her dagger back and narrowed his eyes.

“You underestimate me, Aeltha. I will have your subjects, and you have my debt.”

Aletha snatched her dagger back from him and walked away, shaking her head in antipathy.

“Kamri will stay here and give me her requirements. Get me those subjects and don’t keep me waiting. Now leave my presence before I change my mind.”

Neicul bowed in his overly exaggerated manner, further mocking Aletha’s position.

“Thank you for your generous hospitality, High Sorceress Aletha,” Neicul sneered as left the chamber.

By: Lucien

“Today you are going to smith your own staff, Kamri,” Neicul spoke. “As you have clearly witnessed time and time again, wood will not do.”

Kamri watched Neicul speak within the fighting pit, his dark tattooed arms crossed along his chest.

“Lets go talk to a good friend; it’s time we get you truly battle-ready.”

Kamri bowed in her armor and followed Neicul out the chamber door. They made their way through the deep spire, traveling down endless dark halls. Kamri noticed more buzzing and activity than usual. Many Helots and grunts were moving heavy equipment and weaponry around; some moving crates full of barrels and some with their arms full of rope. One demon soldier was having trouble wrestling a large armored and battle-ready Keeat hound. The beast did not want to cooperate with his master; the muscular Keeat lost its patience, turned around, and shoved its master up against the wall. The beast drove its muzzle into the demon’s arm, tearing through his flesh and bone. The Soldier crawled away from the annoyed Keeat holding his arm in agony, blood pouring across the floor. Two other demons ran over to aid him and gain control of the beast.

Kamri was soon distracted from the incompetence unfolding. A battalion of soldiers came marching down the halls, fully armed, adorning their Kazdruk armor. Kamri’s blood boiled, and every last bit of self-control held herself back from lashing out when she recognized the demon leading the pack. Luzella stood much taller than the demons she led. Adorned in her heavy armor, she carried her large Halberd with one hand. Her powerful, robust legs carried her swiftly. Kamri noticed Luzella eyeing her down as they marched by – she didn’t take her eyes off of Kamri. As she passed, she licked her lips sensually before biting them softly. The group marched on without incident.

The two made it to their destination, Neicul knocking on the chamber door and awaiting an answer while Kamri stood obediently by his side. The door opened, and Kamri was not expecting what she saw before her. A male human slave with light soft skin and beautiful long black hair answered the door. He was exceptionally feminine looking; he could have easily been mistaken for a petite women.

“Master Neicul,” the slave spoke softly, fearful and timid of his presence. He immediately dropped down to his knees, eyes on the floor, ready to serve.

Kamri smiled at the sight of such devotion and male submissiveness. Neicul seemed unsurprised and entered the chamber stepping directly on the slave instead of over him. The slave sprawled out onto his stomach under Neicul’s weight before he moved on deeper into the chamber. Kamri, being not as rude, stepped over him scheming in glee, wondering how she could obtain such a beautiful and alluring slave like that for herself.

Shortly after entering, two female elven slaves approached the visitors. Both were light skinned northern elves with long, white hair. They wore matching outfits, tight thigh-highs leggings and beautifully crafted laced corsets. Both adorned heavy metal collars with long chains running off deep into the chamber.

“Can we take your clothes and equipment, Master Neicul?”, one of the elven slaves asked in a soft submissive voice, extending her arms.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Neicul spoke, waving them aside.

“Of course – as you wish, Master Neicul.” The slave bowed slowly in response, her heavy tits barely fitting within her top.

“And you, Mistress?” the other slave asked Kamri.

Kamri only looked at her, eyeing the beautiful northern native, head to toe in animalistic hunger. The slave cowered downward submissively, not entirely sure of what she did wrong. Kamri took a step closer to the elvish slave, her sweet aroma enveloping her. Kamri could sense the elf’s heart rate increasing, smelling her fear.

“Ah, Neicul! Good afternoon, please come in. What brings you here today?” a low male voice rang out from a distance.

The voice caught Kamri by surprise, and she quickly stepped back and smiled at the elvish slave. The terrified elf slowly backed away, still frightened, thinking she had done something terribly wrong or offensive.

Kamri could not see the owner of the voice yet. The two still stood inside the long stone entrance section of the chamber. They move on to a larger, open chamber, Kamri following Neicul closely and turning a corner with him. There sitting at his throne at the end of the chamber was Vorgen. Warm horizontal light hit his dark exposed skin. His long twisting horns catching the beams of light, his yellow eyes glowing in the dim chamber.

“Marvelous doormat you have there, Vorgen. You always did have a delicate taste in fine decor,” Neicul responded, smiling his crooked grin.

Vorgen smiled back, flashing his sharp canine teeth.

Kamri noticed many Keeat hounds laying behind the set of thrones, some off to the side and another mounting a petite elf. The elf moaned softly as the massive Keeat thrusted into her.

“How can I be of service, my friend?” Vorgen asked.

Vorgen suddenly noticed Kamri a few steps behind Neicul. He peered his head slightly to the side, as if to get a better look past Neicul.

“Neicul, how rude of you! Please introduce me to this enticing soldier of yours.”

Kamri rolled her eyes and stepped forward before kneeling down to bow before Vorgen.

Neicul smirked. “This is Acolyte Kamri. One of our finer soldiers I’ve had the pleasure of training.”

Kamri rose back to her feet, standing proud, flattered by Neicul’s favorable remark. It was the first positive comment she received in a long time.

“Neicul please, if you would be so kind, let me inspect her in further detail. Don’t be modest Neicul; let me appreciate your fine craftsmanship. Soldiers trained under you have a reputation of being some of the finest. Combative… as well as physically. In fact, some of my captains that will be soon leading regiments across DelMarkaan were trained under you.”

Neicul smiled before turning to Kamri. “Remove your bottoms,” he ordered.

Kamri glanced slightly towards Neicul in slight puzzlement, wondering if she heard him correctly. He returned a quick nod. She did what she was ordered and dropped her Kazdruk thong bottom to the floor. Vorgen’s eyes grew in amusement as did his thick cock, which was now slowly hardening. Neicul silently gestured her to spin around with his hand. Kamri spun around slowly, showing off every angle of her body.

“Kamri, get back on your knees. Show Vorgen the respect he deserves… you will service him as long as you are in his presence.”

Kamri shot a sharp glare towards Neicul. Her expression was a mix of disbelief and anger.

“Master, you can’t be serio-“

Neicul looked back, raising his eyebrow at her sudden insubordination.

“Yes of course, Master,” Kamri spoke, quickly rectifying her question of orders. Kamri kneeled down between Vorgen’s legs, staring up towards him in slight defiance.

“All fours Kamri. Be a good girl,” Neicul spoke.

Kamri grimaced in annoyance but did what she was told, dropping down to all fours.

“Very impressive Neicul, I must say… ah, how rude of me! Please, have a seat. Join me in a drink or five, let us discuss whatever it is you came to discuss.” Vorgen motioned him to sit in an empty throne next to him; Neicul agreed and motioned over to it.

Vorgen snapped his fingers. One of the elvish slaves from earlier came rushing softly, barefooted to Vorgen’s side.

“Bring us drinks,” Vorgen ordered.

The slave returned shortly with mugs of ale.

“I know how much you enjoy AzurLyyn elvish ale Neicul; it’s a shame that soon there will be none left. It’s becoming a hard-to-find delicacy, my friend. Perhaps we should make a personal raid on their distilleries ourselves and enslave the workers!” Vorgen laughed out.

“That’s not a bad idea, Vorgen. Not a bad idea at all,” Neicul chuckled as the two clanked mugs before drinking. Vorgen reached down, gripping Kamri’s head and guiding it towards his now erect cock. She began to lick the underside of his ribbed shaft.  An elvish slave crawled out from behind the thrones. Her long dark red hair bounced as she crawled up to Kamri. She placed her head between Neicul’s legs and reached up, unclasping his belt with her mouth. She pulled down on his pant’s clasps, releasing his hardening cock.

“Let Lyra service your loins, Neicul. One of my greatest and prized slaves,” Vorgen smiled.

“The reason I have come is that I have a question. You are well versed in smithing. These twin daggers I carry are the best pair I’ve ever had, thanks to your knowledge of metals. Kamri here will be seeing true conflict soon. She has become quite efficient in bo-staff combat. She needs something stronger than any wood but still retain the same level of weight.”

“Ah, well I – mmm!” Vorgen started to respond but cut himself off with a sigh of pleasure as Kamri sucked on his cock head.

“Y-Your daggers are made of Demkk, correct? ” Vorgen asked.

“Yes they are. Stronger than steel – even elvish steel – but with the price of added weight. Not bad in dagger form, but a staff would weigh more than Kamri!”

Neicul shivered and leaned back in the throne as the elvish slave worked her soft lips over his cock.

“Hmm, a perplexing problem. Demkk is stronger but Tezger is lighter. She’ll have to use our arts to bind the two materials. That’s well beyond my skills. Aletha perhaps; I’d suggest seeking her out.”

Vorgen held Kamri’s head across his large ribbed cock; she struggled to fit her mouth around its girth.

“Mmm, thats a good girl,” Vorgen purred.

Vorgen & Neicul

 

Kamri kept sucking on his thick member, doing her best to please him. She ran her tongue across his glans and the underside of his head.

Neicul relaxed, lost in pleasure as Vorgen’s slave Lyra lapped her tongue across his balls. He watched as the red-headed elf bobbed her round ass from side to side. Neicul’s mind wandered as the elf worked his cock, now sucking on his cock head. He considered how good it would feel to sink his cock into her tight ass. He held himself back, not wanting to disrespect Vorgen or his property. The elf pulled half of his cock into her throat, softly gaging before sliding back off.

“Hnng, then Ale-tha we…will find,” Neicul managed to say as his cock began to erupt, launching a warm load across Lyra’s face. The next blast fired over her head across her round ass.

Kamri continued sucking on Vorgen’s thick member, slowly bobbing back and forth. Bubbles of spit and saliva rolled down his cock. Kamri looked up at him with his cock pushed between her lips, her tiny mouth stretched wide trying to accommodate his girth. Vorgen purred in bliss as he felt his cock reading to release. Kamri bobbed faster and felt his cock starting to unload. Thick spurts of warm cum started to fill her mouth; she pulled off as Vorgen’s cock launched a massive load, spurting across her shoulders and back. Kamri looked up at Vorgen, knowing deep down thats what all Kazdruk like to see – a submissive cock sucker. Kamri was rewarded with a load across her face.The thick cum slowly ran down her face over her lips. She gradually licked his warm seed from her bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth across her tongue.The demon’s semen was rejuvenating. Kamri shivered slightly as she felt her animalistic tendencies surfacing. It was the same feeling she felt the night Yuldasha gave her the glass of slave cum. She remained kneeling, eyes focused on Vorgen. Her hatred and anger at the degrading and unfair situation quickly turned to blind lust. She wanted more of Vorgen’s cum and hated herself because of it. She stood still and fought hard trying to suppress her hunger. She didn’t think Vorgen would mind if she jumped on his cock again, but she wasn’t about to find out.

Do as your told, know your place, play your part and I’ll be on my way, just focus.

She tried to take her mind off it, wondering what she would have to do for Aeltha. What would she would ask of her? What would she do to her?

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Our ships ran quickly with the wind. One hundred and two fleet carriers across the SajaRuun Ocean. Led by House Wayyel with support teams from Pearlwinn and the unexpected help from the Zelkathon Blue Lotus Tribe. Wayyel and Pearlwinn were bound for the North-Western coast of the Kazdruk occupation zone while Blue Lotus would rendezvous with a small regiment of our ships North-East of Dammtha island. The plan was to hit the demons from both sides, surprise them from the North-West and South-East. House Winterstone had refused us aid; those cowards would rather sit back and watch from afar.

Battle Plan

We sailed fast towards the former Goldulin Empire, prosperity of man – now only a desolate crimson wasteland. I’d only heard horror story after horror story of the cursed location our ships were headed. King Tepel finally sanctioned the assault after the capture of his beloved wife Aria, our Northern Queen. The Kazdruk would surely pay.

I sailed on one of the leading assault carriers, the Marri’s Eye. Her majestic white sails and mass pulled herself across the dark ocean. A horizontal white line of ships raced towards the red land. The morale of the soldiers were mixed. The younger, less experienced were excited, ready to fight for their Queen and in honor of the fallen human empire. The more experienced seemed terrified. They knew what lay before them. They knew the probability of them returning home was slim to none. Still, they held their swords and shields with a sense of purpose and dignity. The ocean spray misted across our armor and weaponry. I spun my hilt to pass the time, nervously awaiting the shores of hell. I could see out in the distance, a crimson wall peaking from the Ocean mist. Kazdruk mainland slowly exposed herself.

“Ready yourselves! Kazdruk mainland dead-a-head.”

Our commander yelled out over the roar of the crashing sea. We were a wall of ships, side by side, enclosing on the forsaken shore. I pulled my helmet down over my head; my fellow elven men and women did the same. The minutes dragged on like days. The ocean fell quiet as we neared the rocky bloodsand shore. Only the light splashing of the tide brushing the side of our ships echoed out. The shoreline enlarged itself; the haggard bluff began to tower over us. We all stood petrified, some of our legs shaking nervously, clinking our armor. The silence hung in the salty air. I could hear my heart racing.

“Incoooommming!”

I looked up to see a group of keg-shaped cages. The volley of skeletal barrels floated in the grey sky high above us before breaking apart. Shards of the boney cages flew off in all directions, releasing black shards of steel. Each twisted shard about half the size of a man. The shards poured down on the ship in front of us. The steel shrapnel ripped through their mass, tearing up the wooden deck. Soldiers were split in half, bisected and decapitated. Only a few soldiers had enough time and thought to raise their shields. One shard pierced straight through a soldier’s shield and chest armor. The deck rang out in a loud crunching chorus of shards smashing through flesh, wood, and steel.

“By the Gods! Catapults on the bluffs! Archers! Take them out!” the Commander yelled over the chaos. It was too late, a second volley was already air-born.

“Get your shields up!”

I raised my shield and grimaced. Moments later the hellish shards tore through our ship. Some spikes decimated my fellow soldiers. The deck ran red with blood mixed with murky sea water.

“Abandon ship! Everyone regroup on the shore!”

The large ship was already sinking. The deck splashed with foamy ocean water and began to capsize to the starboard side. Wounded soldiers slid down the side as a third volley exploded along the deck. Wood splinters and red mist blasted upward. I shielded my face with my gauntlet and slid overboard. The blaring ring of combat and carnage was cut off as I sank underwater. Shards cut through the pale green ocean. The neighboring ship received a similar fate; her deck exploded into a ball of murky flame. I surfaced as balls of fire fell from the sky. I was surrounded by chaos. The waves pulled us into the rocky shore; I managed to lift my shield and wade onto land. Nearly half of our landing party had been lost.

I could see Commander Geem and a group of soldiers hunkered behind a large upturned slab of stone jutting out of the sand. I made a run for their location about thirty yards out. I caught to my right two large demons sliding down the bluff. Their skin looked liked dried blood. Twisted horns jutted out of the side of their heads. They looked like a mix of man and beast, muscle layered on top of more muscle. They approached in a slow hunkering dash, lacking tactics or reason. They barged into our lines, towering over our soldiers, lifting them like small children, crushing armor and bones. One suicidal demon had his left arm severed off. He didn’t budge and continued his onslaught. It took five elven men to finally drop the demon, not before losing at-least seven of our own. The second demon took two volleys of arrows before he dropped, still choking a soldier in his death grip.

We advanced up the bluff. We could see a group of demons operating one of their hellish catapults. In their rush and haste, the timed release mechanism on their munition malfunctioned. The bone caged barrel exploded prematurely, launching shrapnel and twisted shards outward in all directions. The grounded blast killed the operators and heavily wounded a group of surrounding demons.

“Archers!” Commander Geem called out.

“Finish them off! The rest of you round up behind that catapult and dig in. We need to secure this area to allow the rest of our fleet ashore.”

The archers finished off the wounded and we moved in. We could see a line of catapults sprinkled across the the rest of the shore.

“Boy, you know how to operate this thing?” Geem yelled at me.

“No sir, I have no damn clue.”

“Well gods be damned, find out! Our support depends on it, as does the Queen! We need to take out those catapults!”

The catapult didn’t look much different than our own back home, but this hellish beast was built with bone and black twisted wood, or what at least looked like wood. I assumed it worked in the same leverage and release manner.

“Ho Spring! Give me a hand! We need to crank down this winch!”

Spring came running over, his whole left side bruised and missing parts of armor. He lost his helmet at some point. His face covered in blood, either his own or Kazys…probably a mix of both.

“Dammit Ash, whatever you’re going to do, do it fast! We got a group of Kazys coming in!”

The two of us torqued the winch back as quickly as we could. The parts of the catapult were built for much larger hands making it incredibly difficult. The claw-like loading basket lowered down, every few feet passing blood stained marks on the side of its chassis. They must represent some kind of measurement for distance.

“Alright Spring, we need to spin this bitch and angle it towards the others raining down on our landing party.”

“Ho Ash and Spring! Hurry it up! We have some mean-mugs coming in!” A fellow soldier yelled out to us.

I pulled up on a bone lever and prayed it did what I hoped. I was rewarded with a loud click. The lever disengaged the locking mechanism allowing it to rotate on its axis horizontally.

“Push you rabbit shit!”

The two of us pushed the catapult to line it up with the enemy catapults lining Athe shore.

“Alright, we need to load this thing and pray we hit something.”

We carefully loaded one of the caged barrels onto the end.

“How the hell do we time this to release in the sky?” Spring yelled in a slight panic.

“Do I look like a goddamned Kaz? How the hell would I know?”

“I don’t know, you’ve gotten this damn far!”

Enemy demons began engaging our outer parameter. Our archers did their best to ward off the demons.

“Hell! just fire it!” Spring yelled drawing his sword, readying for another brawl.

I reached down towards the back side of the catapult behind a shield of ribs and bone and pulled back another bone lever. A loud snap rang out – something wasn’t right, the bow didn’t launch. Instead a black cord snapped and lashed out just missing my face.

“Damnit to hell! I think the release cord snapped or something… I’ll have to cut it manually to launch it.”

“I swear to Eletha, Ash! Stop dicking around and just fire the cursed thing.”

I climbed up the side and reached up in between twisting and fused bone. A second rope cable ran across the inside. Our outer defense was getting pulverized. A group of Helots marched over the red soil closer to our position. Their long talons glimmered even in the hazy sky; I could see their cold white eyes from atop the catapult. I reached in and cut the cable with my knife. The cable snapped and whipped up into the chassis, disengaging the firing pin. The catapult launched its barrel, flying up high along the bluff. Since we never figured out the timing mechanism, the barrel failed to release in the air. By sheer luck and the blessings of every northern God, the barrel landed next to the second catapult location. The barrel struck the dirt and exploded, launching shards off in all directions and wrecking the catapult, severing its lines and operators. A large cheer rang out from our soldiers. Our men and women managed to kill off the Helots. It was a bloody skirmish that left many of our group killed. Spring managed to behead a Helot that came close to us and the catapult. Its grey twisted face rolling in the red sand, its body still clawing and swinging wildly before finally stiffing up like a freshly killed spider.

What few remaining ships were left safely landed ashore inside the small area we cleared. Out of the hundred and two that had set sail, only thirty made it ashore. We all regrouped with Geem, digging in, readying ourselves for the great journey that now lay in front of us. Fear set in knowing this was only the beginning, some of us wondering if our fellow soldiers and Zelkathorn made it to the rendezvous point.