By: Lucien

Luzella maliciously grinned as Kamri struggled under her hoof. Kamri gave up trying to push her off; the demon’s weight was too immense, and she was too weak from the day’s harsh training. Kamri frantically reached around for her staff halves as the room began to fade and her lungs screamed for air.

Luzella stood there with both hands on her hips, watching the patheticness unfold. Right as Kamri was about to reach the top half of her broken staff, Luzella kicked it away with her other hoof and applied more pressure on Kamri’s neck, further flexing her thigh and lower legs. In a last ditch effort to stop her attacker, Kamri placed her palms on Luzella’s calves and focused intently.

…The inner manifestation of energy is drawn from within as well as externally. 

A caster’s spell is only as strong as their inner demeanor…

She reached into the darkest recess of her mind and focused her inner self flowing towards her hands. She felt her palms warm up as a current of venomous dark energy ran down her arms and trickled into her hands. The weak and unfocused energy burned Luzella slightly. Before any real damage could be done, Luzella stepped back off her neck. Kamri seized the moment and got to her feet, heavily dazed as blood rushed back to her head. The room spun as she tried to focus on Luzella, bringing her arms up into a defensive position Neicul had taught her earlier.

Luzella smiled in a crazed grin, flexing her pectorals slightly in a predatory inclination.

“Aw, a little magic maker. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Kamri strafed to the side; she held her rib in pain while feeling for a weapon along the fighting pit wall. Her hand brushed against a coiled chain hanging off a stake. Kamri ripped it off the wall and uncoiled it like a whip. She began to swing the chain side to side in a defensive orb-like shield. Luzella flashed her set of fangs at the challenge.

“So, you still wanna play little girl?”

She walked closer to Kamri. As the demoness came within range, Kamri lashed the chain outward striking Luzella. Luzella reached up blocking her face with her bracer and let the long chain wrap around her arm several times. She twisted and purposely entangled the chain around her wrist and yanked it free from Kamri’s hand. Kamri looked on in horror and turned to make a run for it, knowing she could surely outrun the taller, heavier demoness. She sprinted for the exit as quickly as her weak legs would carry her.

Just as she made it to the chamber door she was suddenly yanked backward and knocked clean off her feet, landing hard on her back. The same chain she had just tried using was now wrapped around her neck tightly like a noose. She felt herself being dragged away from her only chance of exiting. She watched helplessly as the chamber door drifted farther and farther away. She looked up squirming to see Luzella smiling, pulling her towards herself with her new leash as her cock started to slip free of its sheath.

>><<

Jelthra walked through the lower levels of the spire. The beams of ambient light scattered across her skin as she hunted and eagerly sought out Neicul. She came to a great opening, an intercession of conjoining halls. She stood in the center wondering if Neicul had returned to his private chambers or gone to shower and clean up.

“You look lost,” a male voice declared.

Jelthra spun around in the center, whipping her dark hair around smiling. She knew that voice well. She made her way off to the side, behind a stone support pillar. There Neicul stood.

“Yez I seem to have lost my way. You hiding from me, Neicul?”

Jelthra spoke jokingly.

“Perhaps you could say that. Maybe I don’t enjoy being followed. Besides, isn’t finding your prey half the fun of hunting?” Neicul asked, flashing his canines. Jelthra made her way towards Neicul.

“Indeed it iz, but I enjoy devouring ze prize just as much,” she spoke while reaching down and cupping Neicul’s package, squeezing softly.

Neicul let out a soft, low guttural growl as Jelthra stroked his hardening cock through his leather pants.

“It would seem as if you’re after something, Jelthra… You need a favor don’t you? Or perhaps you’re hiding something?”

“Whazever gave you that idea?” Jelthra smiled as she crouched down and began to undo Neicul’s belt clasp.

“I can read you like a book, Jel.” Neicul grunted in pleasure as Jelthra pulled down his pants, letting his hard cock bounce out.

Jelthra laughed nervously.

“…Waz does it matter at this point Neicul? Its too late. I know your self control… or lack of, I should say. If I were to get up and walk down zat hall, you would hunt me down in blind lust until you found me or someone else to fuck, or died trying.”

Jelthra looked up into Neicul’s eyes lustfully and began stroking his cock. He started breathing heavier, knowing Jelthra’s words were true. Any form of rational decision making ceased to exist. A lascivious shroud fell over his being. Jelthra exploited his only weak spot, awaking his primal animal side.

“Iz quite amazed you’ve been able to control yourself this long around little Kamri…Hell,you’re worse than a pubescent Keeat hound, Neicul. Even they have better control than you.”

Jelthra laughed and softly pushed Neicul’s cock head in between her wet, plump blue lips. She knelt as she bobbed her head softly back and forth, his thick slick cock glistening in the dark chamber light.

>><<

“We’re going to have a little bit of fun, Kamri.”

Kamri tried to stand but was quickly pushed back down to the dirt. Luzella loomed over her from behind; the demoness pinned Kamri behind her neck and with her other hand reached down and ripped off Karmi’s thong. Kamri squirmed wildly trying to free herself. Luzella slowly laid herself prone across Kamri’s back, pinning her face down against the dirt. Her shear weight and muscle overpowered Kamri. Kamri quivered as Luzella’s heavy tits squished across her back, making it hard for her to breathe.

” Go ahead, Kamri – squeak like the little mouse you are,” Luzella whispered into Kamri’s ear.

Kamri felt Luzella’s hardening equine cock brush up between her legs, drenching her thighs with warm precum. She reached up with her hands digging into the dirt looking for leverage, trying to pull herself away. Luzella easily held her in place as she slid her cock head between Kamri’s pussy lips.

“Not so tough anymore are you, Kamri? “

Kamri ground her teeth as Luzella’s forearm-length cock began to sink itself into her. Kamri’s tight lips struggled to take the massive cock. She kicked her feet up and down in the dirt, wincing as the cock sank deeper. Luzella breathed heavily across Kamri’s neck as she began to rock her hips against her.

Luzella pounded into Kamri relentlessly, her girthy cock spreading Kamri open wide. Luzella’s heavy balls bounced, churning with hot cum. Kamri softly cried out but quickly caught herself, not wanting to admit defeat or give Luzella the added enjoyment. Kamri but her tongue and dug her nails into the dirt as Luzella bucked into her wildly, forced to lay helpless and pinned underneath the demoness. Luzella’s back muscles flexed and twisted as she held Kamri in place. Her long tail whipped back and forth aggressively. Waves of her dark raven hair swung over her malevolent face, her expression a mix of desire and hell-bent destruction.

>><<

Jelthra slowly sank Neicul’s cock into her throat. She softly slurped her tongue across the underside of his cock, suckling softly. Jelthra kept her orange, heavy glowing eyes fixed on Neicul’s. She pulled his cock back out revealing a thin film of saliva, stroking it momentarily giving her a second to catch her breath.

Jelthra distracts Neicul

She began bobbing on his member again as a supple, audible sucking sound emitted into the dark halls. Neicul tried to answer but was too enveloped in pleasure to produce a coherent sentence; only a gasp of indulgence came out of his lips. Jelthra bobbed faster, letting her lips spread and suckle across his thick cock.”Waz the matter, Neicul? ” Jelthra asked, smiling before stuffing his cock back into her mouth.

Suddenly, a series of screams echoed out into the halls. Jelthra noticed that the scream’s origin came from the direction of the fighting pit. Neicul noticed as well, momentarily snapping out from his sexual haze.

“K-Kamri…Jelthra, y-you… bitch,” Neicul managed to whisper out, half smiling.

Jelthra gripped his thighs with both hands grinning.

“Not zo fast lover boy,” Jelthra spoke before she took his cock into her throat again.

Neicul’s knees shook in pleasure as he returned to his shroud of euphoric bliss. Frozen in rapture, Kamri’s screams became washed out as his eyes now glowed a soft white. Jelthra could feel Neicul getting close; she could feel his load building ready to cum. She pushed onto his cock faster, her heavy tits bouncing with each bob of her head. Her soft tits fell free from her scaled-skin purple top, bouncing together and softly clapping. Her bar-bell pierced nipples danced in unison next to the puddles of pre-cum and spit spilling from her mouth. Neicul’s legs shook with a tremor as he began to cum, filling Jelthra’s mouth up with thick warm Kazdruk seed. Jelthra looked up lustfully, swallowing his load in slow deep gulps.

>><<

Kamri gave up on trying to stay stoic; Luzella’s cock was just too much for her. Kamri screamed out louder as Luzella handled her like a toy, pushing her face into the dirt with one flexed arm. The demon’s heavy cock stretched into Kamri, plowing into her like a horse. Kamri felt her heavy tits bouncing on her back, her soft warm flesh interrupted by her cold, heavy nipple rings. Luzella’s heavy balls smacked into Kamri over and over. She flashed her evil smile as Kamri continued to struggle underneath her.

“You’re not going anywhere, Kamri – not until I pump you full of cum.”

Kamri winced as she felt her insides erupt with hot cum; she lightly buried her hands into the dirt, cowering in defeat. Luzella dominantly held her in place and pumped her thick load into her. Kamri’s cunt overflowed with demon seed, the load spilling out onto the ground. Luzella collapsed in pleasure, further pinning Kamri. The demon rested in place on top of Kamri as her cock finished blasting off its salvos. Luzella ran her hand through Karmi’s hair in a faux tenderly motion, her cock letting off more loads as she caught her breath.

“Thats a good little girl Kamri…”

Kamri started to struggle again. Luzella held her fast gripping her black hair, pulling her back closer.

“Stay… i’ll pull out when I’m damn well ready,” Luzella spoke sternly, smiling to herself.

Kamri felt her attacker’s cock flex a few more times, pumping the last of her cum inside. Luzella sighed in relief and began to pull her cock from her toy slowly. A ropey torrent of sperm flooded out as Luzella pulled free. She rose to her hooves, letting her thick semi-flaccid cock sway from side to side.

“Its too bad we didn’t have more time, Kamri. Don’t worry – it’ll be your ass next time,” Luzella grinned before she turned and left the chamber, leaving Kamri behind as a cum covered mess.

>><<

Neicul bumped into Kamri as she made her way to the bathing chambers. Kamri limped, walking strangely and holding her side. The two looked at each other for a moment, each one waiting for the other to speak first. Kamri grimaced in searing anger towards Neicul. She hated that he wasn’t there to help or keep order among the lesser ranks, and she hated that she wasn’t strong enough. She quickly caught herself, wiping her look off her face. Delayed with proper edict, she tried to bow before him, painfully leaning forward slightly.

“Evening… Master Neicul.”

Neicul brushed his hand outward shaking his head, as if scoffing at the formalities. He knew what had happened earlier and wanted to ignore that fact. He knew he was partly responsible but he also knew holding her hand through difficult situations would only hurt her in the long run. He attempted to ignore the entire situation with an order.

“Get some rest Kamri.”

Kamri frowned. She scurried for something to make him proud.

“I-I used magic tonight, Master…”

She quickly regretted her words.

Neicul rose his eyebrow, his puzzled expression off setting a long vertical scar running up his right cheek.

“Oh you did eh? Well, it wasn’t enough, was it? “

Kamri paused for a moment and then grimaced in pure hatred, clutching her fists. She hated Neicul and hated that he was right. No compassion, no sympathy, and no morals. Those kinds of qualities got you killed. Such was the Kazdruk way.

Kamri stood up straight swallowing her pride.

“No, Master. It was not.”

“Don’t take me as a soft fool, Kamri; I may not openly prey on the weak like the others, but I’m not here to pat you on your back. Now go rest.”

Neicul walked away from Kamri before she could respond.

Kamri lashed out in frustration. She punched the wall next to her, her fist slightly cracking the stone slab. Twisted Kazdruk venom surged through her body, her corruption sinking deeper as her eyes glowed and flickered slightly. The warmth of anger was comforting, the torment seething under her skin was soothing.

She found herself in the bathing chamber soon after her confrontation. The dragon mouth spout above her poured warm water across her abused body. She thought about the words Neicul spoke. He was unreadable, his actions and mentality were confusing. She wasn’t sure if he was helping her, using her, or just running her down for others to prey upon. Still, she couldn’t ignore his allure… but the urge to drive a knife into his sternum brought a sick smile to her face as well.

>><<

The next morning Kamri meet Neicul for another day of training. They performed new attacks and strategies as well as older ones. Kamri was making much progress in keeping Neicul on the defensive. During their final sparring match of the morning, Kamri successfully took down Neicul, leaving him in a position of a killing blow.

Neicul laid there smiling before getting back to his feet. Kamri bowed and Neicul returned it.

“Impressive, Kamri, I must say, ” Neicul stated.

“Impressive indeed,” a second onlooking voice spoke out.

Both Kamri and Neicul jumped at the familiar chilling voice. Kamri’s hair rose on the back of her neck as she brought her staff down to her side. She knew all too well what the tingling sensation at the back of her head was.

“Master Yuldasha,” Neicul spoke as he kneeled and bowed his head. Kamri hesitated for a brief second before doing the same.

“Neicul, you may rise,” Yuldasha spoke, the fighting pit light shimmering across her deadly curves. She approached Neicul, taller than even him.

“I see that your training of Kamri here is going well.”

“Indeed it is, Master.”

Kamri remained on one knee, not daring to move or speak unless ordered to.

Yuldasha stepped closer to Neicul, looking down at him. She poked his chest softly with her outstretched finger. A subtle green glow emitted from her fingertip and started burning into his vest slowly.

“I hope we are still on schedule, Neicul, and have not run into anymore delays.”

Neicul winched slightly in pain as Yuldasha’s finger breached his vest and began to burn into his skin.

“Yes, Master, everything is going as planned.”

“Good.” Yuldasha removed her finger and softly kissed him on his lips. “That’s a good boy, Neicul.” She smiled, turned, and left, slowly swaying her hips and whipping her tail like a pissed Plain Seeker.

Neicul and Kamri both remained silent for a few minutes.

“That will be all the combative training for today, Kamri. You are dismissed until further notice.”

Kamri looked on, puzzled and frustrated.

“Master Neicul, what does Yuldasha have planned for me?”

Neicul flashed a sharp tooth and grinned; he looked over his shoulder quickly scanning for any peering eyes.

“War.”

Kamri smiled, her eyes flashing a deeper yellow. She began to ask a chain of questions, but Neicul rose his hand to cut her off.

“You will learn more in due time,” he proclaimed.

>><<

“My fellow people of Wayyel! Brothers, sisters, neighbors, and friends.”

King Tepel bemoaned to his people with sorrow and sadness in his voice. The older elven man choked back tears and remained stoic, as a good King should.

“As some of you may have heard, it saddens me greatly to confirm that in the past days my beloved wife Aria was kidnapped… Our dearest Queen has fallen into the hands of the Kazdruk!”

A chorus of gasps and bewilderment roared out among the great elven city court. The outcry of elven townsmen and peasants quickly settled down into individual whispers. Rumors, schemes, and intrigue spread like wildfire across the people of Wayyel.

“This is surely an act of war!” a hefty townsman yelled out of the crowd.

“We won’t let this stand Tepel! We must retaliate!” a younger elf spoke out, followed by a cheer of agreement from many.

“Down with the Kaz-folk! We’ll burn them all and send them back to the pits from which they came!” an elderly elven women shouted, followed by another large cheer of agreement from the town folk.

“We won’t sit back cowardly anymore Tepel! You must sanction an offensive!” another shouted. The entire town erupted into a cheer of patriotism and honor.

King Tepel stepped back from his throne and leaned into his closest advisers, neighboring chancellors, and the King’s advisers. Royal groups from both Houses Winterstone and Pearlwinn had come. King Tepel looked back over their shoulders towards his people, then back to his peers.

“The Demon spawn leave me no choice, chancellors. I must retaliate and launch a counter offensive. If not for my Wife, then for my people,” Tepel pleaded.

Chancellor Lelthina of Winterstone quickly interjected with her smooth elven voice, laced with annoyance.

“The King of Winterstone will not approve, your Majesty. Launching an offensive would surely open not only Wayyel, but the entire nation of AzurLyyn up to war!”

Lelthina spoke, her light robin blue silk dress hugging her elegant hourglass frame. Blue sparkling eyeshadow danced around her dark almond eyes. Her abnormally dark hair contrasted against her light skin sharply, perfectly fitting for her sharp traditional elven views and demeanor. Although upset and outraged, her expression was masked with beauty. The glittering of her expensive jewelry and rare gems bounced off the other AzurLyyn members, radiating riches and pompousness.

“We will not offer our support in any offensive matter, especially after the disarray at Atzgol. The Winterstone house won’t lay a single foot on the vile soil of those demons. Spoiled first by a Human nation and now Kazdruk; that land is an agglomeration of disgust, destined to crumble into the depths of the SajaRuun.”

Lelthina finished, looking away as if she had greater and more important business to attend.

“Well, Chancellor Lelthina, please thank your King regardless.”

Chancellor Rell of Pearlwinn stepped in. The tall skinny middle aged elvish male smiled softly. A spray of white and grey speckled his long braided hair. Chancellor Rell outstretched his robed arm, placing his gloved hand onto the king’s shoulder.

“I’m sure we can lend you ships and a few regiments of good men. I will discuss our options with King Oallet. Pearlwinn will always remain as brother in arms with house Wayyel, my friend. Our bloodlines run deep, Tepel.”

“Thank you, Chancellor Rell …and Lelthina,” the King bowed.

Lelthina scoffed and returned a less-than convincing bow. Chancellor Rell softly returned a jolly and humble smile and bowed. Before the royal gathering disbanded, Lelthina looked back at King Tepel.

“I hope you sleep well, your Majesty… knowing your actions may very well be the undoing of all of AzurLyyn and her people.”

She sneered and left with her advisers and armed guards.

King Tepel only nodded at her comment, not wanting to admit the truth in her painfully stinging words. He tightened his belt and royal coat, taking in a deep breath before announcing his decision publicly. The cheer of the Wayyel people grew louder and louder awaiting his decision.

AzurLyyn

Later that night

 

King Tepel stood around a giant oak table, reviewing a large map. He was finalizing the offensive details with his commanding officers. A commotion erupted outside the main meeting chamber. Tepel looked up from the giant map to his guards standing by the door. A guard came rushing through the entrance.

“King Tepel! A group of Zelkathron royals have arrived. They wish to speak with you at once!”

“Zelkathron?… Why in the name of Eletha would they be here?” the King questioned, looking on puzzled. He rubbed his temple softly, attempting to push out all the stress and controlled chaos of the last few days.

“Alright then, I will meet with them.”

After cleaning up and making himself look presettable, King Tepel met with the Zelkathron Royals.

They met in a large, open royal meeting chamber. Masterful elvish craftsmanship filled the great castle room. Giant wide glass windows looked over the majestic range of Wayyel. A light dusting of snow was falling softly across the night sky.

The Zelkathron stood proud as a group of five – three royals and two body guards. The people of AzurLyyn did not view the southern Zelkathron as enemies, nor did the south view their northern cousins as adversaries. They had an understanding. Some Zelkathron natives even fought for the AzurLyyn nation. Their differences primarily came down to culture and views on the conflict.

The first elder took a step forward to meet King Tepel. The male dark skinned elf wore a dark brown heavy animal skin type robe, decorated in elegant colorful gems and wild feathers. His older leathery skin shown off years of knowledge and experience. His long black hair was held in twisting braids adorned in gold clamps and beads. The most notable decoration was a giant blue lotus delicately embroidered across the front of his robe. He looked upon Tepel with bright purple eyes, his bushy eyebrows holding firm and his emotions as hard as stone.

One of Tepel’s guards came forth to the King. “Sir, this is Clan Elder Rimish Kov of the Blue Lotus Tribe.”

King Tepel nodded at the young soldier.

The Clan Elder bowed in their traditional southern way. He angled his right arm face up as if holding a bowl across his stomach. He then rose his left palm upward vertically, facing Tepel and then bent his upper body downward.

“King Tepel, even within snow it brings warmth to my heart, standing inside the great land that your goddess Eletha has blessed. The elder sprites run strong with you and your people,” Rimish spoke with a heavy southland elvish accent.

Tepel bowed in return.

“Clan Elder Rimish, thank you. I must admit I’m a bit surprised to see a Zelkathron Elder here at a time like this.”

The Elder smiled. His wrinkled skin pulling across his face.

“The unknown is what gives life purpose, Tepel. A tree does not know from which way the wind will blow next, nor which direction a storm will come… still it stands ever strong.”

“That it does Rimish, that it does.”

“Word travels like heaven’s lighting, Tepel. You’re launching an offensive on the hell spawns are you not, hmm?”

“Yes, yes we are.”

“When I speak, I am the voice of all Clan Blue Lotus. I have a proposal for you and your people – we wish to aid in your offensive. The other clans of Zelkathron do not wish to openly attack. They are timid and apprehensive like your woodland deer. But we, children of the Lotus, will not stand back and watch from afar anymore. We will not tremble in fear. We will ride like spirits with a tempest at our backs.”

Tepel smiled a large grin, his face filled with warmth.

“Please, Clan Elder Rimish. Follow me to the battle room then; we have much work to do.”

By: Lucien

“Lean into it more while twisting your torso!”

A satisfying crunch rang out in the training room as the bloodied human fell face first into the soft dirt. Kamri smiled to herself holding her coiled, demonic bo-staff tightly. The dazed human struggled to get back on his feet.

“Impressive, Kamri. Now finish him off,” the cloaked man spoke, looking on from the deep shadows of the chamber.

Kamri walked over to the fallen human. The built man looked up in sorrow, raising his trembling hand in submission. Without hesitation, Kamri released an extremely heavy blow across the man’s face, smashing in the side of his skull. The man collapsed into a motionless slump. Kamri bit her lower lip in twisted rejoice. The cloaked man clapped his hands slowly in congratulation, emerging from the shadows and into the beam of torchlight spilling down into the fighting pit chamber.

“Very good. Your skills are improving, Kamri. Yuldasha and her Court will be pleased,” the dark man spoke.

“Thank you, Master Neicul.”

Kamri bowed before him in her newly adorned Kazdruk attire and a more appropriate overall Kazdruk look. Kamri now hung her darkening hair pulled back with an under shave, leaving  loose wild strands dancing across her face. The top was pulled back in tight braids, while the rest of her hair hung behind her head in one long, thick twisting braid that reached her ass. Her fiery orange eyes glowed a steady deep pulse, perfectly outlined in smokey eyeshadow and black liner. Black war paint framed her eyes and ran off to the sides. Long, spindly, runic-like tattoos ran up her jaw line symmetrically. The black spear patterns streaked up her cheeks before stopping at her cheekbones. A thick armored collar hung around Kamri’s neck followed by two tilted crescent shaped cups. The black shadow armor hugged her supple breasts tightly. The smooth demon metal wrapped around her chest like a horseshoe, clasping behind her. The cup’s lack of a bridging gore exposed her sternum, further accentuating her soft breasts. Her entire lightly toned stomach was exposed, glimmering softly in the pit light.

Sleek, twisting ebony vambraces, rerebraces, and couters ran up the length of her arms, stopping at her exposed shoulders before flaring out to either side. A deep, ‘V’ shaped black thong rested on her wide hips before plugging low, stopping right before her pubic reign. Textured, angled black leather thigh-highs ran down her powerful legs, smoothly blending into her armored footwear.

Kamri

Neicul was a mysterious, dark, and tall humanoid Kazdruk with broad shoulders. His large hood covered most of his face. Most times Kamri meet with him was during training; she could only make out his lower half of his face. His eyes glowed a soft steady pupil-less white. He usually wore a black, leather armored, sleeveless vest layered in thin, overlapping draconic scales. Each scale varied in shades of black and void-like nether. Intricate engravings swirled and twisted along the strips of leather. It reminded her of some kind of malevolent perversion of Northern elvish textile and decor. It was lined with a pair of large curvy Kazdruk combat knives; dark and deadly, elegant but twisted.

The vest hugged his muscular frame tightly, sometimes appearing as if it were painted across his upper body. Kamri could see every muscle flex and tighten under it as he spoke and moved. Black swirling and chaotic demon runes ran up his powerful bare arms. His skin was ashy and tan, much like Kamri’s. From what she could tell by the way he moved and spoke, she guessed him to be around thirty to forty;  it was always troublesome to determine any demon’s age. Ebony gauntlets wrapped across each wrist, rounding off over the top of his hands. His vest tightened around his waist leading down to a long dark leather battle-kilt. The piece stopped around his knees; it was lined with small polished reptilian black claws. Simple form fitting smooth black leather pants ran down to heavy black boots.

Neicul approached closer and looked her over head to toe. Kamri thought she saw his extended canines when he grinned – similar to her own vampiric pair – but the torches dancing overhead casted a lot of strange shadows that tricked the eye. She could sense him as he drew closer to her, a side effect of her transformation that she assumed every demon here possessed. This feeling reminded her that every day she felt stronger and grew more attuned. Her hunger and animalistic tendencies grew as well while her control over them strengthened.

His scent hit Kamri first; it was spicy and laced with coal and smoke. The sweet smell of his leather and Kuzdruk metals enveloped her. She could sense his demeanor. He radiated a complex wave of aggression, militancy, dominance and mastery overflowing with lust and arousal. He hid all of it behind a cool and collected wall of ice and secrecy. She could sense his inner conflict as he held himself back. Knowing he could sense her, Kamri attempted to remain as stoic and neutral as possible.

He was about to say something, then paused for a moment as his eyes flickered and took one step back.

“Not too bad Izz suppose,” a woman’s voice suddenly spoke out above the fighting pit. Kamri looked up and saw Jelthra standing beside a torch, leaning on a bone railing looking downwards.

“Ah, good evening, Jelthra. And how are we this eve?” Neicul spoke out, smiling under his hood before giving an overly cynical, exaggerated bow. His voice was deep; he spoke with the typical harsh Kazdruk accent but the way he delivered his words were a bit smoother in nature.

“Anyone can fight a group of wazhed up prizoners, Neicu,” Jelthra spoke mockingly. She jumped down from the second floor landing inside the fighter’s pit in front of Kamri. “Lez us see how well you’ve really trained her.”

Jelthra
Without warning, Jelthra unsheathed her blade and slashed towards Kamri. The dark elf positioned her bo-staff vertically, blocking Jelthra’s sideways slash. Not breaking her step, Jelthra criss-crossed her attack and slashed again from the other side. Kamri swung her staff, blocking her second attack. Jelthra didn’t let up and continued her assault, aggressing into her opponent. She slashed at Kamri from every conceivable angle while Kamri gave up ground and steadily moved backward. Deflecting the human’s attacks, Kamri waited for an opening. Jelthra swung in from a high overhead strike. Instead of absorbing the strike as a simple block, Kamri side stepped and let Jelthra’s blade move with her staff, forcing her to follow through and drive her blade into the dirt. Kamri used the opening to flurry her staff around over her head and catch Jelthra hard in the side of her face. Jelthra cried out as she lost her balance and fell awkwardly to her side. She quickly regained herself and tossed her head upward in anger, a trickle of fresh blood running down her face and lip.

Jelthra rushed Kamri again with a more complex flurry of swings. Kamri dug the base of her staff into the dirt, blocking the oncoming strikes. She quickly swung up horizontally, matching every strike as if she was a mirror reflecting Jelthra. However, Kamri was losing and giving up ground again. She spun out of the approaching wall she was backing into. Kamri flurried her staff in a quick circular motion, transitioning the spin behind her back while spinning herself. As she spun, she kicked away from the wall and started her offensive. She struck high on Jelthra, setting up a diversion so she could follow through with the opposite side of her staff and strike low. The simple attack worked flawlessly – the low strike caught Jelthra in the leg, knocking her off balance, but Jelthra dove into a roll to avoid any further incoming strikes. She came up with with her sword pommel first, knocking Kamri in the face. Kamri stumbled backward before returning a spinning roundhouse kick. Jelthra ducked below the kick and rose, up launching her own kick. Kamri parried off her kick with her staff. Kamri hesitated for a moment as her mind momentarily relapsed; she slipped into the past as her head was bombarded with memories and visions of Elu. She quickly regained herself, shaking the memories free. Kamri sluggishly tried to stab her staff into Jelthra’s stomach. Jelthra sidestepped it and caught Kamri’s staff with her hand, locking it in place between her torso and arm.

Jelthra smiled before unleashing a blast of twisting energy into the staff. The purple bolts arced up the staff into Kamri’s hands, driving immense pain into the elf’s body. Kamri screamed out as her muscles seized up. In one smooth motion, Jelthra sheathed her own sword and released the bow-staff dropping it the ground. She quickly reached up, grabbing Kamri’s head with both hands while leaping upward and drove Kamri’s face into her knee. A heavy crunch rang out as Kamri fell back to the ground in agony.

“A bit disappointing Neicul, I muz say,” Jelthra mentioned with a frown. She walked towards Neicul on the other side of the chamber, calmly placing her hands on his chest as he smiled.

“I personally know yoz can do better, Neicul; dy say you are ze best.”

Jelthra lowered her voice to a whisper as Kamri slowly rose back to her feet in a daze, blood trickling from her nose. Jelthra looked into Neicul’s eyes lustfully.

“…Show me again zum time how you handle your weapon.”

Jelthra smiled, looking downward momentarily at his pants before back up to his eyes. She kissed him softly on his cheek before walking away towards Kamri. Neicul paused for a moment, watching as she walked away.

“Hey…Don’t neglect the chain of command, Jelthra.”

Jelthra ignored Neicul’s comment and only smiled at Kamri before bumping into her hard with her heavy shoulder pauldron while passing. Kamri grimaced in anger but didn’t move or retaliate. She only looked onward squeezing her fists tightly, silently seething. She calmly reached down and picked up her staff.

“Go clean up and meet me in the great library in one hour,” Neicul spoke coldly.

Kamri bowed softly.

“Yes of course Master…”

Neicul began to turn and leave.

“… I’m sorry for my failure this evening master. I will do better next time.”

Neicul froze in his steps before swinging back around in anger. He lunged out at her neck, grappling her throat and pinning her against the stone wall.

“Listen to me! Do not apologize, Kamri! Those empty words will change nothing. Your performance just now was disgusting. What the hell happened out there? Your skills are a direct reflection of me, do you understand? Yuldahsa selected me personally to train you… but I’m starting to wonder if this is some kind of punishment, or sick joke. You will do better next time!

Neicul loosened his grip and let her go.

“Yuldasha has big plans for you Kamri, but if you can’t fight then you are worthless to her. NOW GO CLEAN UP!”

Kamri remained silent and simply bowed. Neicul swung back around in anger and left the chamber.

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Inner Flame & Ritualistic Combat.

Scripture: 7

…The inner manifestation of energy is drawn from within as well as externally. A caster’s spell is only as strong as his or her inner demeanor, but can be supported by sustenance and environment. Let the inner emotions flow like a fresh river of blood. Focus your senses, and in time, calling upon energies will be second nature…

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“Personally, I’ve never been the one to rely on sorcery, Kamri. It seems to take more then it gives. It will be up to you on how much you use. Regardless, you should still study those arts. Take what you need, absorb what will give you an advantage in combat. Meditate, train, then train some more.”

I did as I was told and met Neicul in the Library. We usually came here after training to read up on techniques and tactics. I felt better after cleaning up and changing into my heavy acolyte cloak. The library was filled with parchments and aeon-old bound books. Red waxed candles glimmered lightly in the musky chamber. I couldn’t help but glance at all the strange artifacts and statues that filled the room. Every time I came here, I’d noticed one I hadn’t before. Multiple levels of books encircled the chamber, perfectly organized. I sat off to the side reading ancient scripts on combative sorcery. Reading the Kazdruk language was strange the first couple days, but the more I read it the more natural it became. The scripts had a way of talking to you. Neicul seemed to have cooled off, but he remained distant and lost in deep thought.

“Master Neicul? May I ask you a question?”

“No.”

I fumbled my lower lip in frustration and kept reading. He was a complex individual; I wanted to know his story, what his deal was. He was far from charismatic or sympathetic, yet somehow strangely admirable. Perhaps it’s because he’s been the only one to give me purpose or some form of help, though I’m sure he would not hesitate to kill me if ordered to or provoked. Something boiled inside him – his soul was frigid. Something about those qualities drew me to him. I wanted to see his face in full, I wanted to obtain the impossible.

I let out a small sigh of frustration. I was starting to loose focus. I must have been reading for at least an hour. I kept sensing Neicul, his body radiated strength.

“That is enough studying for today, Kamri. You are dismissed unless you wish to stay and study.”

“Thank you, Master. With your permission, I wish to stay and finish this passage.”

“Permission granted, Kamri. I shall see you at tomorrow’s dawn then; meet me outside.”

>><<

The morning sun hurt my eyes; it was early still but I didn’t dare show up late for training. I did as I was told and traveled outside along the outer edge of the Spire. The blood red sand danced in the morning wind, hissing softly as granules brushed around. The sand’s twisting sounds meshed against the howling winds. The large sun rose on the desolate and charred horizon, slowly creeping into view. Yuldasha’s mental link still beat strong. The invisible tether coiling around me, always slightly nagging at the back of my neck.

Neicul was nowhere in sight – very strange for him to be late. I continued walking along the soft red dunes looking for him, wondering if I had been mistaken. Perhaps I was supposed to meet him in the fighting pit again? Something felt slightly off. My hairs stood on end and my heart began to race. Adrenaline flooded my body as all my senses flew into motion. I turned around just in time to see a wood staff coming down towards me violently. I rose my own staff up and blocked the strike mere inches from my face. It was Neicul! His black cloak rippled in the desert wind as he advanced against me. He struck hard, solid blows towards my face and shoulders. I quickly blocked each strike as we danced across the sand. Each blow was stronger than the last, but he struck in patterns.

“Morning, Kamri.”

He swung on viciously. I copied every strike he made and blocked them. Sand and dirt flung upward as our feet tipped around in a devilish dance. We slowly danced away from the Spire, dueling in the larger dunes now. The clacking of our strikes bounced out across the hot sands. Neicul jabbed a quick low kick, catching me in the calf. The kick was so strong that it swept me clear off my feet. I fell back before tumbling down a sand dune, my staff tumbling down the opposite side. Neicul stood at the top and removed his black cloak and tossed it to the ground, exposing his arms and face. With his back against the rising sun, all I could see was his solid silhouette moving closer. He lept into the air swinging downward; I rolled to my side, just barely missing his strike. He now loomed over me and did not let up. He attempted to strike me while I lay down on my back. I torqued my upper body side to side dodging his powerful strikes.

“Truly pathetic, Kamri.”

He swung at my ribs, but I blocked his strike with my wrist. My dark vambraces absorbed the strike that surely would have broken my arm. I grabbed his staff and counter swung with my free arm, snapping his bo-staff clean in half. Before he realized what happened, I leg swept him off his feet. He fell backward, landing flat on his back. I lept onto my feet and lunged on top of him, straddling his chest. I laid into him hard with quick strikes. Laying on his back he managed to block most of the strikes. He caught one of my strikes with his large hand and began to twist and crush my hand through the hand-armor. He twisted my entire arm before yanking me in closer. I fell forward and was met with a head-butt. All I saw was stars and fell to my back.

When I came to and regained focus, Neicul was straddling my chest this time. I looked down to see his twin daggers criss-crossed across my neck, the sharp edges just slightly resting on my skin.

“Dead again, Kamri.”

Neicul dismounted me and rose to his feet. As he sheathed his daggers I got a good look at his face for the first time. His face was surprisingly human looking with hard features. His squinted white almond shaped eyes were topped with thick black eyebrows. His ears came to sharp points, and like many of his fellow Kazdruks he adorned two black horns that protruded from his forehead, though smaller and more reserved. The horns angled up over his short black hair.

“The hell you looking at? Get up.”

His comment caught me off guard, and I quickly got back to my feet.

“Yes, Master.”

We practiced more routines for most of the day, using primarily bow-staffs and hand to hand. I had personally requested the bo-staff at the start of my training. I had been trained with a few different variants and lengths. Some were wood and others made of twisted Kazdruk metals. Neicul said I was crazed and idiotic for choosing such a weapon. Most Kazdruk preferred something sharp and more lethal. He accepted my decision and even though he disliked the weapon, he was still extremely disciplined in its form, usage, and art in combat. He trained me well with it.

We returned to the Spire at dusk. Exhausted, I followed Neicul back to the fighting pit. He told me I was dismissed and left the chamber. I removed my rerebraces and vambraces and laid them down. The cool air felt good on my now exposed arms.

“So you’re Neicul’s new pet.”

A low female voice spoke out of the dark shadows along the edge of the pit – the voice was very deep and unmistakably Kazdruk. I looked around along the wall of weapons and shields that hung on the dark wall.

“Who are you? Show yourself!” I commanded.

I suddenly caught movement to my left. A very tall female figure emerged from the shadows between two tall stone columns. I used the columns to try and gauge her height; she looked at least three meters tall, if not more. She was broad and built like a Kazdruk ballista. Her powerful legs carried her with a smooth, yet extremely intimidating grace. Although very muscular, she still retained her curvy feminine hourglass figure. Her large tits bounced behind her heavy black engraved chest armor. Her exposed stomach was a wall of defined abdominal muscles; they looked as hard as stone. I became lost in her plunging cleavage for a second before looking up at her large biceps. They rode into her thick trapezius muscles. Her face was smooth and beautiful, her azure lips popped against her tan skin. The demon’s attractive features were set off by her white predatory eyes, lined in a deep red liner. Straight raven black hair fell past her shoulders and waved with each step. Two massive twisting black horns erected themselves out above her long elvish like ears. She carried a massive black Halberd with one hand.

She approached closer. Now towering over me, I became lost in her shadow. I stood my ground and looked up into her eyes. The demoness stopped in front of me before cocking her head side to side, cracking her neck.

“Hmm, Kamri right?” Her voice was powerful and aggressive. It reminded me of a harsher, more rugged version of Yuldasha’s voice but about one or two octaves lower.

I nodded but remained silent.

“Aww how cute, here to play soldier?”

I remained silent, holding my ground and looked on in defiance.

“Ah well, would we look at that! A mute as well.”

A small laugh came out behind the large demon. I caught movement behind her. As I focused, I saw Jelthra leaning against a pillar looking on with a smile.

“Rezember waz I told you Luzella, no remorse!” Jelthra yelled out.

“I’ll go keep Neicul diztracted,” Jelthra teased before leaving the fighting pit.

The demoness Luzella tossed her Halberd to the ground and took a step forward with her large cloven foot.

I took a step back and began to raise my staff; she simply reached out and palmed the end of my staff and pulled it from my hand. She examined it for a moment before torquing it upward with both hands. Her arm’s muscles bulged and flexed. The bow-staff snapped in two as if a twig. The demon smiled, then reached out with both hands and shoved me hard against the wall, pinning me in place. I struggled in place as Luzella smiled. She threw an uppercut hitting me hard in the stomach. It felt like a timber tree railing into me. I fell to the cold floor, gasping for air. Before I could rise to my feet she kicked me hard in the ribs. I fell over in pain rolling over onto my back, grasping my ribs. I looked up to see her removing her top chest armor and toss it to the ground. Her heavy tits fell free, bouncing side to side for a moment. Black twisting tattoos danced across her shoulders and chiseled back. She approached me closer and stepped on my neck with her heavy hoof. I reached up and tried to block her hoof but she was too heavy. Her powerful thighs flexed as she applied more weight onto my neck. I squirmed violently, trying to get out from under her. She stood their nonchalantly smiling and removed her bottom battle skirt, revealing her large, soft, sheathed demon cock. Her heavy balls swung back and forth as I tried desperately to push her off…

By: Lucien

“Monsters – all of you! Hell spawns! “

Queen Aria screamed out, glaring at Yuldasha and her demonic court. The Northern Queen was on her knees, her hands bound behind her back. She was being restrained by a large guard as well as Jelthra. Aria closed her eyes and began whispering prayers softly to herself.

“Goddess Eletha, I call on thee; give me strength and perseverance. Lend me thy guiding light, show me the path to safety. Wash away this dark legion and lead my people to paradise.”

” You’re wasting your breath Queen Aria. Deities do not wander here. Nor do they listen to pleas or sorrow. Even they fear me behind these walls,” Yuldasha spoke from her throne. High Sorceress Aeltha stood beside her, her red eyes watching on in amusement. A young Keeat hound panted on the opposite side of Yuldasha’s throne. He sat obediently on his haunches, watching the Northern Queen. Yuldasha ran her hand across the hound’s head, gliding her fingers across his thick muscled neck up to his twisted horns. The beast squinted his eyes in contentment. A soft, guttural, purr-like growl emitted from his throat. He whipped his tail back and forth slowly across the smooth floor, waiting patiently.

“She will no longer need her restraints Jelthra,” Yuldasha spoke. “You may remove them.” Jelthra did as ordered and removed the Queen’s restraints. “You two may step aside. Queen Aria is our guest. We must show her some Kazdruk hospitality.”

Queen Aria rose to her feet in anger. “I hope you rot in hell, you wretched witch!” Aria spat.

“Very charming, Queen Aria. Not as prim or noble as I thought a royal would be.”

Aeltha and Jelthra both smiled at Yuldahsa’s remark.

“You have no right! You have no right at all! Enslaving and killing the people of these lands. Why are you here? What do you seek? Why all the chaos and bloodshed?”

“My dearest Aria, so many questions, so much fear…” Yuldasha smiled and continued stroking the Keeat’s head.

“To put it simply, I’m an extension of the Kazdruk legacy. The progeny of our great bloodline. We roam from realm to realm, Aria. We move – conquering, enslaving, assimilating. Your land is merely a field that we will harvest and reap. You and your people; they are the crops and wheat. Malleable and corruptible…” Yuldasha stated, a scowl on her face. “You’re a weak pestilence, Aria. Nothing more than a vermin scurrying across the snow. We will take what we want. This is how it’s been for millennia my friend. Unrivaled Kazdruk supremacy. We become stronger and stronger with every nation we conquer, every soul we feed upon, every drop of warm blood we consume.The sentient beings of these lands are most enjoyable and carry much essence.”

The Queen looked on in boiling hatred and contempt. “What do you want of me? Why not just kill me, or level the northern regions?”

Yuldasha looked down at her own nails, admiring their sharpness, perfection, and shape. “I enjoy the games we play, Aria; I enjoy watching the different kingdoms scatter like roaches, scurrying in crazed madness and chaos. The way they desperately try to organize themselves and build a resistance – it’s all quite entertaining.”

Yuldasha rose from her throne and approached Aria slowly. Her long, elegant robe glided behind her across the smooth floor in a wake of brilliance. Her armor glistened in the candlelight, sparkling like the heaven’s stars. Her wide hips swayed from side to side with every powerful step. Yuldahsa reached Aria, standing much taller then the Northern Queen. She looked down at her into her sharp blue eyes, placing her finger under her chin to tilt her gaze upward.

“You will become many things, Queen Aria. A bargaining chip, a slave, a receptacle of lust and debauchery. I’ll use you as I see fit.” Yuldasha smiled in a glare of perversion and deviance. She slowly slid her finger down Aria’s neck across and into her deep cleavage.

“I hope you enjoy cuddling Aira. It gets awfully lonely up here at night.” Yuldasha pulled the edge of Aria’s elegant top downward, exposing her cleavage further. She let it go, her top snapping back into place. She spun around and began to walk away from Aria, towards the great window overlooking the barren desert sea.

“Most importantly Aria, you will become a symbol of failure among the Coalition. The great Queen Aria of Wayyel, fallen from grace? Oh no! Whatever shall we do!” Yuldasha asked in mockery and twisted humor. She stood there focusing on the midnight stars shining down upon the infertile expanse.

“Your capture will force an offensive from your people. They will blindly retaliate. Running like angry hornets before crumbling into the deserts, we will crush them one by one, leaving a beautiful Kingdom completely exposed. We will watch the fall of your people together, Aria. We will watch as the Rook takes the Queen…”

Yuldasha paused for a moment before turning back to her guests. “Jelthra, take her away. Give her some time alone. Let her fully apprehend the situation, for now she begins her slow, serrated fall from grace in solitude.”

Jelthra smiled, taking Aria’s arm and guiding her out of the chamber. The rest of Yuldasha’s lower court followed close behind. Aeltha waited for the court to exit and glanced toward Yuldasha. The flickering candles caught the side of Aeltha’s face, exposing her slight scheming smile.

“She will be a fine soul to break, Master.” Aeltha grinned.

“Indeed she will Aeltha, indeed she will. So nice of you to join me today.”

Yuldasha smiled and raised a goblet of ruby blood. “To the fall of the North!”

Aeltha returned the toast and rose her glass. “Aye, to the fall of the North.”

“We will focus on the Queen tomorrow evening. For now, I have a small assignment for you,” Yuldasha spoke, taking a sip of blood. She moved closer to Aeltha.

“Find the young man who was captured along with the Queen… Javan, I believe his name is,” Yuldasha ordered softly before kissing Aeltha on her lips, blood trickling down both their necks and pooling in their cleavage.

“And what shall you have me do with this young man, Master?” Aeltha grinned in pleasure, licking her slick lips clean of the dark crimson.

“Break him.” Yuldasha simply answered.

Aeltha’s eyes glowed a deep red in delight.

“It would be my pleasure.”

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Javan found himself naked, bent over, and face down. His face and chest pressed against a heavy, blood stained oak table. His legs were spread out and restrained by the ankles by heavy steel cuffs on the ground. His arms were similarly outstretched to either side by heavy chains. His exposed back was a perfect surface of warm young skin.

Aeltha stood behind him, smiling. Her red skin glimmered in the dingy dungeon light. Sharp rays of ambient light poured in from above, casting dark stripes across her skin.

“Shall we begin? You can make this hard on yourself, or pleasant for us both. It is your choice of course. We will start simply and unambiguously.”

Aeltha began to softly run her freshly sharpened talons up the boy’s flawless smooth back.

“What is your name, boy?”

The boy remained silent in a mixed state of fear and naive heroism. Aeltha applied slight pressure to his back as her nails began to slowly break his skin.

“Javan!” he cried out in pain.

“Ah, good boy Javan.” Aeltha started to run her fingers across his back again softly.

“How old are you Javan?”

“I-I’m eighteen.” Javan spoke nervously.

“Ah, a mere boy indeed. Let us move onto more interesting questions, shall we? What’s your allegiance Javan? Why is such a young human involved with Noble Elves?”

Javan raised his head as to answer, but hesitated. Aeltha drove her black nails into Javan’s skin, pulling back slightly. Javan screamed out in agony, clenching his fists.

“I don’t have patience for little games Javan; I suggest you answer the question,” Aeltha spoke while licking the boy’s fresh blood off of her fingers.

“I was adopted by the Elven royal family…after the death of my family.” Javan answered, wincing in pain.

“I see… how very sweet of them.” Aeltha detached her lower garments, dropping her leather to the floor. Her semi-erect member bounced out, dangling between her thighs. She bent over, spreading her legs wide and brushing her chest across Javan’s back. She leaned into him and licked behind his neck. The demoness reached up, clenching a fistful of Javan’s hair. She pulled his head back closer to her dark lips.

“Javan, now listen carefully, you’re going to tell me everything you know about the Royal houses,” she whispered, her words burning his ear as badly as her heated breath did. Aeltha begin to stroke her cock with a slick clear lubricant. “Tell me Javan – are the surrounding elven houses on good terms with each other?”

Javan remained silent in a state of puzzlement. Aeltha smiled and guided her growing member towards Javan’s tight ass. She pushed her cock head into his ass slowly.

“Aghh! please! NO! I don’t know! The other houses, Winterstone and Pearlwi- Aghhhh! “

Javan was cut off as Aeltha pushed his head down hard into the table while sinking her thick cock into his ass. Javan’s small ass tightened around her pulsating cock and struggled to accept it.

“Silence! It doesn’t matter Javan!” Aeltha responded. She leaned forward, watching as her cock disappeared into his ass. Javan grunted in pain as she started rocking her hips into his rear. Aeltha soon sank her member balls-deep, then pulled her cock back out before thrusting back in. Her heavy balls swung and slapped against Javan’s small sack. Aeltha smiled in a fang filled grin while holding her victim in place, basking in her prisoner’s agony.

Javan grunted hard and ground his teeth as the demoness buried her cock into his ass over and over. She thrusted hard into the boy, using him not unlike a toy. Aeltha moaned in a deep, visceral pleasure sinking her cock to the base. Javan struggled to free his arms from his restraints, but the heavy chains and steel didn’t budge. He screamed out as she fucked him, her heavy balls slapping into his own harder and harder.

“That’s right Javan, you take that cock like a good boy!” Aeltha smiled as she continued driving into him.

“Please! stop, I’ll tell you anything you want, aghhhh!” Javan yelled out. His cries echoed out across the stone walls.

” Yes, I know you will Javan. You’re weak and pathetic. I’m simply enjoying myself, just warming up.”

The low light bounced across her athletic ass, the rays of candle light being occasionally interrupted by her long tipped tail. Aeltha palmed the boys head as she began to cum deep into his ass. Javan moaned out as his insides were pumped full of warm cum. Aeltha kept her cock buried inside him as she shivered in pleasure, pumping more and more seed into him. Javan sobbed, tears spilling onto the dark oak. Aeltha finished and pulled out slowly, her hard cock sliding out and spilling cum to the floor. Aeltha purred softly in satisfaction as her powerful orgasm slowed.

“Now, let us truly begin Javan,” Aeltha spoke as she sharpened her nails across the side of steel lining the oak table.

>><<

The late afternoon sun burned the hazy skies as it began to vanish behind the horizon. Yuldasha sat at her throne in the upper chamber awaiting the arrival of Queen Aria. High Sorceress Aeltha stood by her side discussing the events of the previous night and the information acquired from Javan.

“He broke quickly, Master.” Aeltha smiled.

“I figured he would.”

“I obtained what was needed.”

“Good, we shall discuss them in detail at a later time.”

The chamber door swung open slowly. Aria and Jelthra entered. Aria walked slowly and stoically with Jelthra not far behind, carrying an amused grin across her face.

“Ah Aria, so nice for you to join us again this evening.” Yuldasha spoke, smiling. Her young Keeat still sat by her side, purring his low purr. Aria said nothing; she only looked away in defiance. “Thank you Jelthra, you are dismissed.”

Jelthra bowed before Yuldasha and Aeltha. “As you wish, Master.” Jelthra spun towards Aeltha and bowed to her as well before leaving the room.

“Guards – bring forth the table and prepare Aria.”

Two guards quickly walked in carrying a low stone table and sat it down in front of Yuldasha. The two then took Aria and forced her down on the table, facing up. Aria fought back at first, but quickly subdued under their strength. The guards strapped her arms to the side of the table and spread her legs open, tying her ankles down to the side.

When the guards finished with the restraints, they reached down and tore her white lace thong off, exposing her fresh pussy topped with a thin strip of white pubic hair. The guards discarded the lace, and the two quickly left the room.

Aria lay on her back, her long white hair hung loosely falling to the floor. Her breathing slowly increased in a wave of visible fear and nervousness. Yuldasha’s Keeat drove his talons into the tile floor in excited anticipation, but remained obedient. He could sense her fear and smell her now exposed lips. His large cock started to harden, bouncing slightly as his arousal triggered and approached a dangerous level. The beast rose to all four paws, but remained in place and did not step forward.

“Stay,” Yuldasha sternly commanded. Anticipating his next move, she reached her hand out in front of the young hound. “Aria my dear – how are we feeling today? Has your abhorrent situation and future of your people finally sunk in?”

Aria rolled her head sideways to view Yuldasha talking. “What are you doing to me?”

Aeltha’s soft red body suddenly stepped into Aria’s view. “Breaking you in, my dear.”

Aria could see Aeltha approaching her while upside down. She could see her semi flaccid cock bouncing side to side with every step she took, growing size both from her walking towards her and from her own growing arousal. Her soft breasts jiggled, and her ruby nipple piercings swung in unison. Aeltha’s soft red skin danced in the setting sun, exposing her twisting black tattoos covering her right side. The demoness stopped with her cock resting in front of her face. Aria swallowed hard at the sight.

Yuldasha snapped her fingers, and the Keeat dashed towards the vulnerable Queen in lustful hunger. The beast rose up with his thick cock fully erect dripping pre-cum. He rested his clawed paws on the low table, hoisting his muscular body forward over the queen. Aria grimaced as she felt the hunkering beast over her. She could feel his member brush against her, the cock head probing against her soft petals. The Keeat growled softly, establishing his dominance. Aeltha grabbed the now trembling Queen. She tightly gripped her soft neck, her talons wrapping around Aria’s warm flesh. Aeltha throttled the elven neck pinning her head downward and lined the elf’s mouth up with her pulsating cock.

Aria felt the Keeat’s cock force its way into her; the muscular ribbed shaft spread her pussy lips wide as the beast sank inch after inch into her. The Queen let out a scream of surprise and disgust as the hellish cock violated her. She felt his hot member sinking inside, stretching her wide. Aeltha forced Aria’s mouth open and pushed her cock head in between her wet lips. Aira moaned around her fat cock-head in submission. The Keeat began to hump into her hard, thrusting his muscular hips. Aeltha pushed her cock in a little farther, feeling the Queen’s tight mouth struggle to take in her girth and length. The demoness felt the Queen softly gag and pulled her cock back out slowly. Her symmetrical tattoos under her lips twisted as she smiled in joy.

Aeltha lifted her left leg onto the table and buried her cock back into the Queen’s mouth. The Queen began to panic as Aeltha pushed her member slowly into the back of Aria’s throat. Aeltha’s eyelids fell heavily in gratification as the Queen gagged again on her thickness. This time Aeltha ignored Aria’s struggles and continued sinking her cock in balls-deep. The demoness pressed her balls against the Queen’s face, smothering her nostrils and eyes. She watched in nefarious pleasure as her cock visibly bulged inside the Queen’s throat.

The Keeat’s pace heightened as he fucked the helpless elf, rocking her heavy tits. They smacked together, bouncing out of her elegant white top. Aeltha moaned softly as Aria’s throat tightened around her cock. She felt her throat repeatedly struggle and fail to swallow, watching as her throat undulated, stroking her cock. Gargled groans and muffled coughing rang out as Aria gaged on Aeltha’s meat. Soon the Keeat began to unload his first load of cum. His fat balls swung, slapping the queen as he exploded deep inside her. Aria felt her womb fill with the hot demon-beast seed. She tried to scream, but no sound could resonate as Aeltha’s cock snuffed out her cries. The Keeat didn’t stop or let up his assault as he pumped his mate full of another warm salvo. The hot sperm began overflowing out of her and spilling out onto the table and floor.

Aeltha held Aria’s head in place as she rocked her hips ever so softly, fucking the helpless Queen’s tight throat. Slick drool and pre-cum ran down Aria’s face spilling to the tiled floor. A soft whimpering gag echoed across the walls as the Queen was force fed more of Aeltha’s cock. Yuldasha watched the show of perversion from the comfort of her own throne. A soft smile spread across her face as Queen Aria struggled to free herself, forced to endure the malevolent act.

Aeltha rocked her shapely hips harder into the Queen’s face. Her balls slapped into Aria’s face, releasing a soft, audible ‘smack’ sound. Thick bubbles of pre-cum and saliva spilled out of her mouth as it was forced upon the demoness’ cock. Aeltha pulled her cock back, slowly freeing it from the elf’s mouth. Aria gasped for air as a long strand of spit spilled down her face. Aeltha only smiled as she stuffed her cock back into the elf’s mouth without warning. The Queen’s eyes shot open as the thick cock stretched her throat open. The elf was caught off guard in mid-breath, and Aria’s tried to bring her restrained hands up in natural reflex to stop the invading cock. Aria gaged as Aeltha sank her cock balls-deep again, squashing her balls across Aira’s face.

The Keeat rocked into his toy relentlessly. A now steady stream of warm cum poured like a small river from Aira’s used cunt. Her large tits bounced widely as the Keeat fucked into her harder and harder. The dark beast heaved heavily as his cock unloaded again, the massive salvo filling her womb. Aeltha throttled the Queen’s neck again holding her in place. She braced herself, making sure the Queen took every drop she was about to dump into her. The demoness arched her back in euphoria as her cock exploded in the Aria’s throat. Thick cum pumped into her as Aria gagged and struggled to swallow the demon’s tremendous load. Aria tried to pull free, but Aeltha held her throat in place. She grinned in rapture as she could see and feel her own cock pumping and flexing through Aria’s throat. She used the Queen’s throat to softly massage her cock as she unloaded more thick spurts of demon-seed. A waterfall of cum blasted back out of Aria’s nose, but Aletha’s heavy balls blocked the warm cum from exiting.

Aletha rested for a second, relishing in the moment as her cock fired off her last loads. Her chest softly rose and fell as she caught her breath, her thick cock still stuffed inside Aira’s throat. Warm cum leaked out down the side of Aria’s face. Aletha smiled as Aria still struggled, choking on her cock and trapped loads of cum. She ran her hands over the elf’s soft white neck and watched as the Keeat pulled out and dismounted Aria. A torrent of cum spilled to the floor as the satisfied beast lumbered back to Yuldasha’s side. Aria’s body jerked, now wildly screaming for air and squirming desperately for freedom. Aeltha’s eyes flashed a deep red, and her fangs glimmered in elation. She closed her eyes in pleasure, savoring the warm feeling of the elf’s life hanging on edge. The suffering of the elf ran shivers up Aeltha’s spine. The elf’s face turned blue as more long strands of cum squeezed past the tight seal of her lips. The Queen’s thrashing began to falter and weaken as she slowly drowned in thick cum.

“Perhaps you should release her, High Sorceress Aeltha. We wouldn’t want her to die too quickly now, would we?” Yuldasha laughed out.

Aeltha opened her eyes slowly, her stage of ecstasy slightly interrupted. Her lurid, baleful glowing eyes revealed themselves.

“Of course. As you wish Master; my apologies,” she gestured as she pulled her wet cock out slowly.

GUURLP

A small river of thick cum spilled to the cold floor. Aria coughed out and took a large gasp of much needed air. She drooled ropes of cum as the large cock freed itself from her airway.

Yuldasha rose from her throne and walked over to the ruined elf.

“A beautiful sight to behold. Wouldn’t you agree Aeltha?”

Aeltha smiled.

“Exquisite, Master.”

By: Lucien

 “Becoming acclimated to our Kazdruk ways Kamri? Hmm…?”

Yuldasha smiled, eyeing Kamri head to toe.

“Your armor suits you well.” 

Yuldasha spoke while eating delicately with two small knives. Kamri stood at attention at the end of the black marble table. She watched Yuldasha as she ate what appeared to be a rabbit or small woodland mammal. 

“Yes Master.” 

Kamri answered, bowing her head softly. 

Yuldasha nodded with a mouthful of flesh. She lightly and delicately dabbed her lips with a napkin, removing any blood before responding. 

“Please Kamri, have a seat. I’m sure you’re very hungry. Your transformation requires much sustenance .”  

Yuldasha stretched out her arm inviting Kamri to sit.

The majestic moon illuminated brightly through the great window. The milk white sphere was joined by intense lightning flashing in the far-off distance. Lavender flamed candles flickered softly, casting hard shadows across the dining table.  The room’s dim lighting  provided a deviant yet intimate setting. A cool draft pulsated through the spire, sending chills up Kamri’s spine. Kamri took a seat at the opposite head of the black table; she slowly pulled her seat in.

Kamri’s blank eyes stared down at her empty plate and then quietly up to Yuldasha. 

Yuldasha snapped her fingers. Instantly, a young dirty-blonde haired girl entered the room. A petite young servant, just barely of adult age. Her innocent frightened eyes told an entire story. She wore a simple leather top around her chest and short leather bottoms. Her stomach was distended. She was pregnant.- six to seven months along. The young human walked softly towards the table before bowing and then lowering herself onto both knees. Her pale blue eyes focused on the floor, awaiting her orders. 

“Acolyte Kamri requires a meal. You will serve her now… Don’t make her wait a second longer. ”    

Yuldasha ordered sternly.

“Yes Master, As you wish. ” 

The girl responded softly. She hesitated for a second, not entirely knowing if she was cleared to rise back to her feet or not. Noticing the urgency in her master’s voice, she decided it best to rise to her feet. 

Yuldasha’s eyes flared as a tendril of dark energy launched from her palm. The phallus-like whip wrapped around the human’s neck.    

“I did not say you could rise!”   

Yuldasha spoke coldly.

The young girl froze, too scared to move or resist. The dancing whip tendril slowly tightened itself.

“i-i-i’m sorry m-master, I will f-f-fetch Acolyte K-Kamri a meal of her choice at onc-.”  

Yuldasha shot a jolt of dark magic through the whip. The energy rode up the line before consuming the girl. The human screamed out in pain, falling to her knees convulsing violently. Kamri watched the helpless soon-to-be mother. Kamri’s cold, emotionless eyes stared at the suffering human. She watched as the girl arched her back in agony, her soft fingers digging into the floor, her eyes welling up with tears. She locked eyes with Kamri, the young human mouthing “help me.”

Kamri only returned a soft smile. The suffering and helplessness in the girl’s eyes excited Kamri. The feeling of being able to intervene but choosing not to excited her further. This new sadistic wave of pleasure enveloped Kamri as she watched on.

Kamri frowned as Yuldasha stopped the dark magic and retracted the aether whip. The girl lied there on the dark floor, whimpering in pain.

     

Yuldasha snapped her fingers. Another servant appeared at the door. This time a young, fair-skinned female elf. The elf did the same motions as the last slave, kneeling before the two.

       

 “Acolyte Kamri requires a meal; bring forth food.” Yuldasha spoke. 

“Yes Master, as you wish. ” 

The elf responded remaining on her knees. Yuldasha waited for a moment.  

“You may rise.” Yuldasha smiled.  

Moments later the elf returned with a large wooden cart. It held goblets of blood, different wines, and a wide variety of meats and animals; some still alive but all cleanly prepared.  Behind the elf servant, a naked male human followed, leashed to the cart by a chain. His neck was shackled to his wrists with steel cuffs and heavy chains. A mouth gag wrapped around his head and filled his mouth.

Kamri’s eyes light up with excitement at the sight of the naked human.  She looked over the cart and took a goblet of wine and a large de-feathered chicklet. The young bird was still alive, flapping its small wings in fear. Kamri raised one of her eyebrows in amusement before snapping its tiny neck.   

“Leave the male and remove this useless… and rather pregnant, guttersnipe from my sight. I’d suggest not testing my patience or sympathy any further. ” 

Yuldasha commanded. 

“As you wish master.” 

The servant bowed,  left the shackled male and helped the pregnant girl back to her feet.  The two quickly left the room.  

“Much training awaits you Kamri, but first  I need you at your full strength.”  

Yuldasha looked over the bound male while sipping her exquisite, pillaged wine.

“You. Come forth.”

The athletic human slowly stepped forward, stopping at the side of Yuldasha’s chair. He appeared to be in his thirties. The chains rattled against his soft, warm, light skin. The man’s chiseled face was worn and sorrowful. His dark eyes matched his cropped dark brown hair. His clean shaven chest was covered in scars and slashes of various age, signs of many battles and torture.       

“Hmm, a former Goldalin soldier I see. Seems there are still a few of you rats left.” Yuldasha paused for a moment, flashing her eyes before smiling. 

” …Oh, and a commander… Well would you look at that. You’re either one of Goldalin’s greatest cowards or worst commanding officers – seeing as you were not smashed under hoof or killed in combat.” 

Yuldasha laughed softly and Kamri smiled to herself still eating.  

Yuldasha reached over and cupped the man’s package, lifting his balls ever so slightly, feeling and measuring the weight.  

” …but with a package this small and diminutive, its no wonder you were captured. ” 

Yuldasha wrapped her thumb and index finger around the top of his testicules, softly pinching them off from his cock. She gripped his balls with the rest of her hand and tugged downward slowly with a soft amount of pressure.

” I suppose these will do.” 

Yuldasha pulled the man by his package closer to the edge of the table.The man grunted softly into his mouth gag. She reached for an empty glass and slid it to the edge of the table. 

” Now, what to do about this?” 

Yuldasha asked, looking at the man’s small flaccid cock.  

The demoness reached over to a small jar sitting on the table. She reached into the jar and retrieved a smearing of slick balm, anointing her hand. She began stroking the man’s petite soft cock, sliding her hand back and forth while looking up at the man smiling.

“Listen closely, little boy. You’re going to fill this entire glass to the brim. Once you’re finished, you’re going to do it again and again. You will keep filling them until we are satiated. Your days as an honorable soldier are over boy. You’re now merely cum livestock and nothing more. I do not care about your well-being, your stamina, or your comfort. If you release your load prematurely or before I say so, there will be consequences. If you do not fulfill your quota in a timely manner, there will be…much harsher consequences.  Is that understood? ” 

The man nodded up and down in fear.

Yuldasha tugged down on his balls with considerable force this time.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I didn’t hear you.”

The man groaned and responded, muffled by his mouth gag.     

” Good. Then let us begin.” 

Yuldasha started stroking the man’s cock, slowly running her long fingers across his shaft. His short cock began to erect and slowly harden. Yuldasha smiled and kept stroking, feeling his rod harden in her hand.

“Thats a good boy.”     

Yuldasha’s hand enveloped his whole stocky cock. His fully erect member just barely reached across the other side of her palm. The demoness increased her rhythm slightly, her hand sliding back and forth smoothly. The man gasped behind his mouth gag and flexed his cock between pumps. Yuldasha continued to stroke, turning her attention towards Kamri. 

“Enjoying your meal Kamri?” 

Yuldasha asked while still stroking the man’s cock.  

” Yes, I am master. Thank you.” 

Kamri responded, watching the slave being jerked off.

“How are your senses Kamri ? Do you feel any different?” 

Yuldasha slowed her stroking down to shorter but stronger strokes, squeezing her palm over his cock head. With her free left hand, she unclasped her top and removed it, letting her large, heavy tits bounce out freely. She pulled the man closer, so every stroke caused her tits to jiggle and bounce softly. The man moaned softly as his body began tensing.

” Yes master, my reflexes seem more attuned. My senses sharper. My cravings…”      

 Kamri paused and  watched her master’s hand work the slave’s cock. She salivated in anticipation. She could sense the man coming close to orgasm. She could feel his body’s longing and deep desire. He tried to control and hide it, ashamed and embarrassed. He was betraying his land, his people and fallen comrades.

The man groaned, coming closer to climax as his shaft flexed wildly. Precum began dripping from his cock, splattering onto the dark marble table.

“I did not say you could cum yet. You better control yourself, slave. “

The man moaned into his gag, his tight abdominal muscles now flexing, trying to hold back.

Yuldasha increased her pace again. Her hand sliding up his shaft and back down, again and again, her tits bouncing in unison. The man’s breathing increased.

” Aww poor baby? Are you ready to cum and I won’t let you? ” 

Yuldasha frowned mocking the cock-slave. 

The man’s cock began to flex harder as he moaned even louder. 

“All this whining. You better give me a nice thick load.”

The man’s back arched slightly and his thighs tensed up as he reached his climax.

Yuldasha felt his cock’s first pump and she immediately stopped stroking. She simply held his cock with her thumb and index finger, denying him the satisfaction of a pleasant orgasm. She aimed his cock at the glass and let him fire off his load. The man shook and moaned as his cock launched a salvo of cum into the glass.   

Kamri’s eyes light up in hunger. She licked her lips as she watched the thick load pour into the clear glass. The white ropey strands ran down the inside, pooling and filling the glass.   

Yuldasha shook her head in disappointment. 

“Tisk, tisk. I don’t remember saying you could release your load yet.”

 The man fired off his last salvo, filling a quarter of the glass total. Yuldasha lifted the glass, examining the volume. 

” Hmm, looks like it’s going to be a long night for you, my little cock-slave. You’re even more pathetic than I thought. I was being generous; I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. But you truly have not a single thing going for you, do you? 

No homeland, no honor… and your manhood here… if you can even call it that. Ha! you couldn’t pleasure a winged imp with this.    

You clearly cannot command and you certainly aren’t intelligent. You failed to follow one simple direction!”  

      

Kamri couldn’t control herself. The sight of the man’s seed drove her over the edge. She dug her nails into the table trying to restrain herself.

Yuldasha suddenly stopped pestering the man and watched Kamri. Yuldasha smiled wide.  She looked back at the man. 

“Again slave.”

Yuldasha gripped the man’s flaccid cock and begin stroking it again. Her hands began to glow a soft green as her twisted magic forced his cock erect., instantly making him harden. Yuldasha slowly stroked her slave’s cock, slowly jerking him off for several minutes.  She watched Kamri agonize in lust and hunger.    

“Oh, you want this badly, don’t you Kamri? “

The man began to shiver again as his cock started to flex.

Yuldasha slid her hand faster, her large tits bouncing and rebounding off her arm.

“Not yet. You will surely regret it if you cum without my permission again.”

The man grunted. His raspy weakening voice got  heavier and heavier before cuming hard into the glass, filling it more. Yuldasha smirked, shaking her head in disappointment.     

Yuldasha watched Kamri for a moment sensing her frenzy of hunger. She finally decided to slide the glass across the smooth marble table towards Kamri, snatching up the glass. Her eyes flared intensely. She did not drink from it;  she waited obediently for her master to give her the okay instead. 

“Enjoy, Kamri.” Yuldasha nodded in approval.   

Kamri poured the glass of warm cum into her mouth. She closed her eyes in pleasure as the sustenance filled her. She felt her body explode in an orgasmic high. She shivered as the seed splashed across her tongue and down her throat. All of her senses were being strongly elevated. She dragged her sharp nails across the table slowly, lost in ecstasy. Her vision focused solely on the slave. She wanted more and she wanted more now. She slowly rose to her feet, both hands resting on the table. Her head arched down, her darkening hair falling across her face. She peered up at the human glaring in an animalistic nature. 

Yuldasha raised her palm up towards Kamri, signaling her to hold her position. The demoness stood up from her chair while looking at her cock-slave. She reached down and unhinged his mouth gag, dropping it to the floor.

 She bent over slightly bringing herself to his height and level. She pressed her heavy tits across his bare chest, twirling her finger around his chain leash.

“Well, little boy, I was looking forward to punishing you myself. But it looks as if Kamri has other plans for you. I’m afraid her punishment will be far greater…and much longer.” Yuldasha bent over further and softly kissed the weak man on the lips before shoving him backward violently. She turned and started to leave the room.

“He’s all yours Kamri.”   

 Kamri launched herself across the table in a predatory manner. She landed smoothly on the floor before rising up fully, moving quickly towards the man.

The slave looked on in fear and confusion, bracing himself for impact or possible death. Kamri leapt high, pouncing onto the man. Her nails dug into his collar bones as she rose her legs around his hips. The man fell backward towards the wall. The grey surface caught his fall as his back slammed into it hard. Kamri slid her claws downward leaving superficial slashes down his chest. The man screamed and tried regaining his balance, shifting his weight forward. With both hands, Kamri shoved him backward again into the wall with immense strength, the force cracking the stone wall.      

Kamri quickly dropped down, lowering herself  into a squatting position. She drove her face into the man’s neither regions. She growled hungrily stuffing his cock into her soft, salivating mouth, her thick lips smothering his entire cock with ease. She pushed her head forward, taking his cock into her throat. Kamri moaned in pleasure yearning for the taste of his cum. She came back off his cock, drool spilling down her chest and to the floor. 

“Give me your cum!”

Kamri yelled in crazed growl, before hastily going back down on the man’s cock. She sucked him off, slurping back and forth. The man moaned as Kamri violently drew on his manhood. She came back up again, more saliva spilling out as the man attempted  to lean forward again. Kamri slid one arm up to his chest and pushed the man back hard into the wall, holding him in place as she continued sucking away. Long strands of spit fell to the floor as she slobbered across his shaft bobbing her head back and forth. The man grunted as he began to cum again. Kamri pushed her head down on his cock hard. resting her lips at the base, suckling his warm seed. She gentility dug her nails into the man’s stomach as he shook in orgasm. His cock flexed repeatedly, blowing his load deep into her throat. Kamri bobbed back and forth again, pumping every last drop out of his cock with her lips. Her eyes flared in nefarious passion driving her into twisted jubilation. 

She pulled off his cock gasping for air as thick ropes of cum hung from her mouth. She reached up and slurped up the strands, not missing a drop. She looked up at the tired man’s eyes smiling an evil smile. 

“More.”

She grabbed the man and tossed him to the floor on his back. She rolled over him, straddling him backwards. The weak man tried to rise, lifting his upper body. Kamri rested her shins across his chest and pushed him back down with ease, pinning him to the floor. Kamri shoved his softening cock back into her mouth and began slurping on it lovingly, starting a new round of forced oral torture.      

   

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The moon vanished behind the oncoming tempest.  The lightning in the distance came closer to the spire.  Thunder was crackling and crashing, erupting in the nocturnal heavens above. A light rain began falling, splattering across the Spire’s surface. Rain flooded the viewport surface, the sky’s tears coming down in long slick sheets. Yuldasha’s hooves clicked in the vast chamber as she made her way into another large room. Soft purple flames bounced softly as if dancing in the night breeze.        

 A giant scaled Worm lay dormant, completely stretched out on a massive marble table extending the whole far side of the chamber wall. Yuldasha gazed at the beast for a moment, the lighting outside casting shocks of white light across its rough textured skin. 

“Guards! Bring me forth Ulla – the human responsible for damaging our prison cell level.”

A guard soon returned with Ulla. The strong woman struggled in the demon guard’s grip. Determination and defiance glared from her brown eyes.   

“Ah, if it isn’t Ulla Stormgate,  Goldalin Royal Garrison, if I’m not mistaken.

Please come closer; let me gaze upon the face of opposition and enmity.” 

The guard pulled her closer. Ulla struggled and resisted trying to break free. She finally yielded and came closer to Yuldasha. 

“You rats seem to be sprouting up all over. Your family wasn’t as stubborn in their deaths. In fact, your brother was a good boy, he even kneeled before me, begging before I crushed his windpipe. But you seem to be a bit more…tenacious and indomitable. I do wonder…how did you survive the Worm? Tell me Ulla, was it raw skill or simply dumb luck ?…I’d place coin on the later. “

Ulla grimaced in anger before spitting a wad of saliva at Yuldasha, catching her on the side of her face.

Yuldasha’s eyes flared in anger, her dark pupil slanting tightly. She quickly calmed herself and gently wiped her face off. She fumbled her bottom lip with her sharp fangs, eyeing the human. 

“Before I decimate you, I want you to witness greatness. “

Yuldasha opened her arms, raising them towards the high ceiling. A giant orb of dark arcane energy formed, hissing and popping. Ulla felt the hair on her back rising as a static energy field began radiating in all directions. A massive stream of magic launched out striking the Worm. The colossal beast rose into the air, letting out a long sickening screech and started disintegrating. The creature’s flesh flaked away like burning parchment. Petrified chunks, cinders, and ash fell to the dark stone floor. 

Various bones and digested humanoid skulls fell to the floor, rolling over to Yuldasha’s hooves. The great Worm was completely burned away. All remaining pieces of the beast vanished. After the smoke and magic wafted away, only a dark, silk like cocoon floated in the air. The large black chrysalis softly descended down to the table. Ulla looked on in terror.

Yuldasha approached the cocoon and touched the casing. The cocoon melted away in a stream of dark viscous liquid. The oily, umber colored fluid spilled onto the floor in a thick puddle, leaving behind a humanoid figure. 

A thin layer of embryonic film stretched across the figure’s body, the slimy film slushing off the form like a snake shedding it’s skin.  

The person rolled to its side coughing up fluid, gasping for air and shivering uncontrollably. The person mumbled gibberish softly, its deep purple eyes rolling in and out of focus.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Tasha .”   

Tasha rolled to her side in pain.

 “Your body has been sustained in a venom-induced coma. 

These Worms are interesting creatures. 

Aeltha and myself have learned over the years that If no nutrition is required at the time of  feeding, they will store its prey within an internal cocoon. The cocoon’s fluid will maintain its prey’s life for a short span of time – roughly a week or so, before it will begin to break you down and digest you. Luckily for you, I got a hold of this one before that process took place.”    

Tasha only looked around the room dazed and confused, drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Don’t worry, you will come around. And when you do, we will discuss your naughty behavior.” Yuldasha flashed a fang before calling over a guard.

“Get her cleaned up and take her to my personal holding cell.”

“Yes master.”  The guardsmen replied. He lifted the weak elf over his shoulder and walked off.

Yuldasha approached Ulla, running her hands up to her long brunette hair.

“So you see Ulla, absolute power. I control your destiny now. I control your living and your death. And I’ll control everything in-between. You should show some respect to your God . 

Yuldasha grinned. 

“I’ll die before I worship you! You bloody witch! You miserable,  god forsake- ” Ulla spat out.

Yuldasha lunged her hand outward grasping Ulla’s neck, cutting her chain of insults off. The demoness lifted her off her feet.

“You will only die if I allow you to, my dear.” 

Ulla’s feet kicked wildly. She lifted her hands gripping Yuldasha’s wrist, trying to break her grip. Ulla’s milky face started to turn blue.

Suddenly a guard rushed into the chamber, running forth before bowing down to one knee.

“Master Yuldasha. Please excuse my intrusion. Acolyte Jelthra has returned with a Northern Queen.”

   

Yuldasha ignored the guard and continued choking Ulla. Her kicking began to falter and weaken. Yuldasha finally snapped out of her berserk state and dropped Ulla to the floor, leaving her coughing and gasping for air.

“Dumb luck strikes again, it would seem. I will deal with you at a later time.”

Yuldasha spun around and approached the guard. 

“What did you say?” 

  The guard remained on one knee. 

“Acolyte Jelthra master; she has returned with the Northern Queen of Wayyel and a young human.”

Yuldasha gripped the demon’s long black hair, pulling his head upward. She reached down and unsheathed the guards own long dagger. Without hesitation she slit the demon’s throat. A violent spray of red mist splashed upward across her face. She released the demon’s hair and the guard fell forward into a pool of his own blood. The surrounding guards looked on in confusion and fear. Yuldasha dropped the dagger  and turned to leave the chamber. 

“This is interesting news indeed… Next time knock. “

She headed out of the room with a splash of fresh blood dripping across her face.

By: Lucien

Rejuvenation. I could feel the vibrant, twisted energy coursing through my elven body. Every sense was sharp and clear. The haze of confusion and terror vanished – only a crisp, primal focus was present. I saw details that went unnoticed before. I felt the movements in the air density shifting around me. I could smell the fresh blood and sweat that flooded this Spire. I inhaled deeply; the complex aromas of sex and fear filling me. I salivated at the mixture of pheromones twirling in the air. Dragons, horses, Keeat hounds, Worms… the thick musk of male Kazdruk soldiers. Leather and steel, fresh smoke and embers; I took all of it in, my mind processing it in a crazed frenzy.  Above all, I felt the unbreakable bond to my Master. A drone in her hive, tethered by her psychic chain.

Master had ordered me to wander the halls freely, to take everything in. I felt lighter on my feet, faster and stronger. My legs flexed with every brisk step I took, advancing through the hollow halls with ease. My breasts were being hugged tightly under my newly adorned Kazdruk armor, having been reduced slightly to a more manageable size. I peered upward, gazing across the stone walls, examining every unique sculpture and support column. 

My heart skipped a beat when I caught the scent of a familiar wood. A quick and brief waft; I inhaled deeply.  My thoughts immediately began to falter and relapse. I stumbled for a second, losing balance momentarily. The smell triggered a glimpse of a memory of the Zelkathorn jungles. Elu’s face filled my mind. I was set back, suddenly questioning who I was. The foggy thoughts of my past…I couldn’t remember. Fear poured into me. Who was I? Where am I? Enemy territory? My mind was flooded with questions and chaos. I fell to the side, supporting my body with my arm against the cold wall. I felt sick to my stomach. What have I done?

The sound of screaming echoed from far off in the Spire, perhaps many floors below. The shrieks were bouncing off the high walls over and over before finally fading.  The sound broke my relapse, as the inner animal inside me took control again. The beast inside re-kindled.  I smiled at the sound – the pleasantly dreadful sound of pain and anguish. 

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The cold air rushed across Jelthra’s face as she peered into the horizon. The appearance of a cluster of white islands filtered through the heavy, winter cloud cover. Each island was speckled with snowcapped mountains sparkling in the dusk.  She pulled Daliik’s reins, commanding him to drop from their altitude sharply into a controlled nosedive. Jelthra had been traveling for almost a day, her destination now finally coming into her vision. The sun was setting, casting deep orange rays of sunlight across Daliik’s dark scales.  She and her dragon leveled off considerably low, skimming across the deep blue Saja Ruun Ocean and falling below visual sight of any guard towers along the western Coast of Crystals.  Jelthra continued onward across the ocean towards the elven island of Wayyel.   

AzurLyyn.  -The Elvish Prosperity-

 “With due respect your Highness – we won’t last much longer! We need to take the battle to them! And we need to do it now!” Javan spoke.

The young human’s golden brown, shoulder length hair danced as he spoke before the Wayyel elven council. His deep brown eyes pleading with all at the round marble table.  

“That would certainly be suicide Javan!” King Tepel spoke.  “Kazdruk and its godforsaken Tortured Sea is far too hazardous! It can’t be navigated safely. Not only that, but It would require us leaving AzurLyyn completely exposed.” 

The King’s age was catching up with him, his soft round gut covered in an elegant royal robe. His fur coat was lined in jewels and exquisitely tailored trim.  The soft wrinkles on his weathered face danced as he spoke, sharply contrasted by his immaculately kept white beard and bushy white eyebrows. 

“For the last time boy, I will not sanction such chaotic actions at the expense of my elven people! We will stay and defend our lands.”

Javan bowed before the King and turned his attention towards the Queen.  “Your Excellence, please; you must see the madness behind this, no? We can’t sit here forever!”  

“He speaks true, Javan,” The elven woman spoke softly. “Even if all of the houses came to an agreement, the risk would still be too high.”

The white chamber danced with winter butterflies and small azure birds. The setting sun burned through the chamber’s great glass window. The Queen palmed a small purple flower, spinning the petals between her soft fingers. Her long snow white dress glimmered in the late afternoon sunlight. White fur trim ran up the shoulders and around her thin neck, outlining her soft elven face.  Her icy blue eyes pierced through the human. 

“Javan, come. Take a walk with me.”

The young man nodded and followed The Queen out of the chamber.

The two walked outside onto a long, engraved pine bridge, covered in a light dusting of fresh snow and arching over a deep valley overlooking the South. The Queen’s white dress conformed to her hourglass figure tightly, hips swaying with every light step she took. Javan tried his best not to stare, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her beautiful body. Although she was much older than himself, the sheer beauty emanating from her royal elven bloodline was hypnotic.

She appeared to be in her late thirties or mid-forties, Javan thought to himself. He continued to watch as her round ass bounced softly. He could make out the faint line of her thong through her white elven fabric. Her long braided platinum hair swayed back and forth with every step. Suddenly, The Queen spun and faced Javan. Javan quickly looked away as if he had been staring off into the horizon this whole time. He slowly and casually looked back at her. The young man quickly caught himself looking at her heaving chest, barely hidden in her extremely low cut dress. Javan made sure to keep his eyes up high. He used her elegant gold woven crown band as a target. She only smiled.  

“Javan my dear, I know the loss of your family five years ago was arduous and difficult. You’re a young man now; mature and strong willed. Much like this Frost Rose – determined and ever evolving to survive.”    

Javan found himself lost in her plunging cleavage again, enchanted jewels resting on her soft white skin. The view was very inviting, but he quickly snapped his eyes back upward.   

The two looked out into the southern horizon across to the icy Feather Sea. The Island of Vilaya lied beyond, not too distant from the shore. 

“The Demons have taken so much, Queen Aria.” Javan spoke, his voice filled with sadness and sorrow.

“Please Javan, just call me Aria,” The Queen smiled. “Indeed they have taken much. But you must have patience Javan. The demons want us to make hasty decisions; they want us to lash out in revenge and blind hatred… They will not win this war Javan.”        

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Jelthra had earlier flown past the shores of Romelawield and Desstada under the veil of the young night sky. The sun’s last rays sizzled out over the western horizon, vanishing into the sea. Jelthra banked hard northeastward, cutting across the snowy island before landing on the shores of Wayyel. 

Jelthra dismounted Daliik, her black boots launching up a cloud of fresh powder.  She made her way up the snowy beachhead silently, crouching low and strafing. She kept her silhouette between the approaching northern trees and the elegant castle in the near distance. Jelthra caught two elven sentries carrying long pikes, each crossing the other’s path before moving apart from one another. Without slowing her pace, she silently ran up to the first guard tossing a throwing knife. Before the knife caught its target, she was already in the air.  She drew her black sword, coming down onto her second target. The throwing knife caught the first guard in his trachea. He let out a faint gargled wheezing cry. The elfish guard fell to his knees in a pool of blood, his agony muffled out by the icy crashing waves.

Jelthra came down in one swift motion over the second sentry, cleaving his head clean off. She made her way through the natural wall of trees, slowly scanning the area for more guards. She reached the side of a valley overlooking the south side of the Elfish royal palace. Guards surrounded the area marching back and forth, their extravagant armor reflecting the ambient torchlight. Jelthra laid prone, holstering her scoped crossbow. She begin scanning the area carefully. She found the main castle walkway and started monitoring the windows of every warm glowing room.

“Where… are… you?”

Her search of all the major windows ended without luck. But just as she was going to leave the area, she caught movement at the east side of the main walkway. A young human male and a female royal elf; her adorned headband sparking wildly in the low light.

“Ah, waz do we have here?”

Jelthra followed the two as they made their way up the stone walkway, her crosshairs on the boy’s chest. The two disappeared behind a cobblestone column. Jelthra lost visual of them momentarily before they reappeared on the upper level walkway. The two made their way onto the center porch before entering two large glass doors.            

Jelthra smiled to herself. She swapped out her crossbow’s ordinance, switching to a bolt with a coiled spool of rope attached to the end. She took the metal piece at the end of the rope and squeezed it. Two sharp toothed prongs lashed out. She wrapped the pronged end around a nearby tree before sinking the teeth into the thick tree bark.

She raised her crossbow again and fired the arrow off downward towards the center porch, trailed by the uncoiling rope. The arrow bolt struck perfectly above the door frame of the glass double doors. Jelthra quickly loaded two short coiled dual bolts onto her bow before tossing a clip around the rope and leaping down into the valley. She held the sliding clip with her right hand while shouldering her high powered crossbow with her right. Jel slid silently through the night air over the valley and kicked through the large glass doors. The Queen and boy jumped at the sudden crash as glass and debris launched in all directions. Without hesitation, Jel raised her cross bow and fired off the dual bolts towards the Queen. The bolts went wide in opposite directions, still attached together with a short rope. The wild trip-wire bolts wrapped around the Queen’s legs, ensnaring her ankles. The Queen screamed; losing her balance she spun and fell onto an oak wood table. Two armed guards instantly stormed into the room. Their swords were drawn, rushing towards Jelthra. She unsheathed her long ebony blade, easily parrying off the elven guards’ strikes. The first guard came in high with his silver blade above his head, barely missing the ceiling. Jelthra took advantage of his clumsy attempt and kicked him in the stomach, bringing him down to his knees in agony and dropping his sword. Jel punched him in the face with the pommel of her sword, knocking him out cold. The second guard swung low and to the side. She dodged the swipe and countered with a strike to the man’s leg, sending a mist of blood spraying across the clean floor. The man clutched his slashed thigh in pain before Jel drove her sword tip through the guard’s sternum. 

Without thinking, the boy picked up the fallen guard’s sword. The young untrained man swung wildly at Jelthra’s back. She deflected the boy’s blade at the last possible second, shifting her slightly off balance. The boy swung again in blind anger knocking Jelthra’s sword from her hand. 

“You have zum heart, kid.” Jel smiled.

She reached behind her back and pulled out two more short arrows, one in each hand. She uncoiled the short rope between them and rushed the boy. Jel got in close, denying the boy room to maneuver the large sword. He began to tumble backward, shuffling wildly. Jelthra used the rope as a weapon, entangling his arm and twisting his wrist. She bent his arm awkwardly and kicked it, knocking the sword out of his hand. Jelthra followed through smoothly, spinning the boy around and wrapping the short rope around the boy’s neck, choking him out slowly. The Queen stumbled up to her feet and tried to untie the tightly twisted snare around her ankles. As the boy’s body fell limp, Jelthra shackled his arms and tossed him onto the floor in front of the broken doors. She leapt over the oak table and landed in front of the Queen, smiling wide.

The Queen frantically tried uniting the impossibly tangled rope, knowing her attempts were futile.

“You sure are a pretty one, little queen lady,” Jel sneered before simply pushing her over.  The Queen sobbed, still trying to free herself. 

“Free me at once! You’ll never get away with this! I am the Qu-” 

Jel cut her off with a boot to her stomach.

“Zhut up, you stupid pretentious bitch.” 

Jelthra shackled the Queen’s hands and gaged her mouth before tossing her next to the boy. Jelthra picked up her sword, stood out on the porch, and whistled out loudly into the valley. A regiment of puzzled royal guards looked up from the courtyard. All of them scrambled for the stone stairs, some carrying brightly lit touches.  

“Intruder! Someone stop her!” A guard yelled out. 

Jel smiled and pulled out two small vials of fluid. She tossed one behind her into the room and tossed the second one down the stone walkway. The glass ampules shattered, soaking the cobble stone with clear fluid. The liquid quickly began to vaporize and dissipate into the nearby area.

Daliik appeared out of the heavy woodlands hearing her masters call, screeching loudly before taking flight towards Jelthra’s position. The guards made their way up to the upper level.  Daliik swung in overhead to the side of the royal porch. Jelthra quickly pushed the Boy and the Queen over the edge. The dragon caught both of them with his talons. Jel quickly ran and leapt onto Daliik’s back as he rose up high into the sky, a volley of arrows just missing them.

The group of guards reached the porch readying their next volley of arrows as a slower guard carrying a torch followed behind. The guard ran into the group, inadvertently igniting the vaporized ampules.  The entire porch violently exploded, bursting into a massive, brilliant fireball of flames.