By: Lucien

Tasha found herself deep within the fortress halls. The chamber dark and tinted in a deep blue hue. The air was thicker and warmer towards the innards of the lower fortress. Tasha tried desperately to free herself from the massive demon’s grip. The beast known as Brazeek, dragged her into his chamber by her long single black braid. The pain constant in her scalp as her legs kicked against the floor and her rump dragged across the stones.

Brazeek slammed the chamber door behind himself, locking a heavy bolt into place. Like Cazel, Tasha’s hand’s had been bound behind her in steel shackles. Brazeek held her braid tightly from behind her. The beast stopped walking as they reached a makeshift bed. Brazeek was almost twice Tasha’s height, easily overpowering the petite southland elf. His red leathery hand pulled the elf’s hair downward arching her head up towards the low ceiling as she let out a screech.

He slid out his slithering tongue and ran it up her soft neck. Inhaling the scent of the female in a deep huff, his pierced septum dragging lightly across her bronze skin. He growled lightly into her elongated elven ear before reaching down with his free hand and groping her soft, tight, athletic ass. Sliding his finger down along the smooth, dark leather. He stopped at her pussy region and pressed inward, hooking his finger up into the small soft mound. Tasha gritted her teeth in opposition. Brazeek tugged down on her hair in a sharp response.

Tasha kicked downward and to her side, aiming for the demon’s leg. Her boot smashed into his ankle causing the demon to step back, caught completely off guard by the elf’s maneuver. Tasha spun around, jumped and kicked Brazeek square in his thick muscled chest. The kick didn’t phase him. Brazeek laughed and grabbed Tasha viciously by her neck and lifted her off the ground. Slowly squeezing the life out of her. Tasha kicked and flailed looking for the ground bellow her feet.

Brazeek drove the elf into the nearby stone wall, handling her like a small doll, and pinning her against the rock surface. Air burst from her lungs and she gulped desperately for breath. Brazeek held her a foot off the ground with one hand. Tasha struggling to break free from his death grip, shackled arms grinding against the wall, legs kicking fruitlessly. With his other free hand he grabbed Tasha’s left boot and pulled it off her foot, followed by the other. Tasha still kicking and squirming trapped in the demon’s grip.

“Quite the feiiisty one.” Brazeek laughed to himself.

“Ackk- I will… kill… yo-” Tasha’s voice was cut off before she could finish her verbal threat as Brazeek further tightened his grip around her small neck.

“I’m aaafraid I didn’t quite catch that, what was that?” Brazeek mocked Tasha as she fought for her life.

Brazeek reached up and tore off what was left of her damaged corset, exposing her light cinnamon skin. Her modest breasts jiggled lightly as she thrashed around trying to break free. The demon’s grip held her throat tightly, constricting her air supply. Tasha was on the edge of passing out. Her struggles becoming weaker as her body began fading. Brazeek drew his face in close to Tasha’s.

“I’m going to puuummel you, my little friend. I’m going to ruin that little ass of yours. I’m going to make sure every pathetic, slain companion of yours feels this in their miserable afterlife.” Brazeek smiled again as he squeezed his powerful hand even tighter, beginning to crush her wind pipe.

“I’m going to fucking break you!” Brazeek spoke in a crazed rage.

Brazeek and Tasha

The demon dropped Tasha to the floor. Collapsing under her feet, the elf fell down on her knees and over onto her side. Coughing and gasping for air. Pain throbbing in her throat.

Brazeek stood tall over her. The giant reached down and palmed her small head, lifting her up off the floor and tossed her across the room into a pile of trunks filled with armor and gauntlets. With her hands behind her back Tasha caught her fall with her stomach, knocking the wind out of her once again. As she struggled to keep conscious and get her breath back Tasha began to lift herself, but Brazeek was already behind her pushed her small head back down, pinning her body across the closed trunk. Mashing her breasts into the rough grain of the wood.

The great demon held her in place as he detached his leather battle skirt, exposing his monstrous cock. He removed a long curved dagger from his pauldron strap and began slicing trough Tasha’s leather pants, exposing her tight elven ass. Brazeek spread her long toned legs apart with her knees. Tasha’s pants ripping further open along her thighs until they fell. He then shoved his dagger between Tasha’s thin undergarment and skin, her tight thong snapping, fully revealing her. The elf wiggled in fear and anguish knowing what was soon about to happen.

The demon held her bound hands with one hand, securing her in place with ease. His meaty cock began to awaken, the fat head brushed up against her ass cheek, smearing pre cum across her smooth skin as it grew. His stocky phallus was easily the length of Tasha’s fore arm and just as wide. The heavy slab of meat pulsated in eager excitement, his dorsal vein pumping raging hot blood, expanding the large shaft. His cock synced with his heavy heart beat. Tasha couldn’t see behind her, her face being forced down against the trunk made the view of what was going on impossible. But she could feel everything. She felt the heat and the shear weight of his manhood resting on her taut ass and up to between her lower back dimples.

“Aren’t we quite pretty baaaack here.” Brazeek laughed.

The demon moved his large hand up to her hair and tugged on her pony-tail braid. He lowered his other hand down towards her loins and began stroking his thick finger across her clit and then up to her tiny tight ass hole.

“Hmm, where to go? What to fuuuck? Decisions, decisions. Any requests, deary? The demon asked.

“You can rot in Hell!” Tasha spat, fighting again to free herself, but it only made the demon chuckle and pull his finger out of her slick twat.

“Haaaave it your way then.” The demon smiled and pressed his cock head against her pussy lips. His immense head stretched her pussy slowly. Tasha tensed as the large shaft began to pierce her. His large head slowly disappeared within her pink lips. Tasha tried kicking back at the demon’s legs, but the angle made it impossible, she could only flail her legs awkwardly. It made Brazeek laugh at her.

Tasha gritted her teeth as the Demon buried his enormous cock deeper. Only about a quarter of his length was inside her, her wet pussy soaking the demon’s monstrous cock. Tasha groaned as the shaft pushed deeper and deeper.

“Please, no! Stop!” Tasha begged.

“Don’t worry, I’m ooonly warming up. You’re going to cuuurse the gods and wish I continued fucking this tight cunt of yours.” Brazeek assured her.

“What!? NO! WAIT! PLEASE!” Tasha screamed. Quickly realizing what was about to happen.

The demon pulled his thick cock out of her dripping pussy. His wet colossal shaft glistening in the low light. He re aligned his thick cock head with her tiny ass hole and pressed his head up against it. His large slick head at least quadruple the size of her small sphincter, pressed hard demanding entry.

“Please, I’ll do anything! I beg of you, don-” Tasha screamed out in agony as Brazeek forced his fist-sized cock head into her tight ass, stretching her petite hole and forcing it to accommodate his mammoth girth. His fat head slowly vanished inside, as her muscled ring struggled to take it in.

“NO STOP! IT’S TOO BIG!” Tasha screamed.

Trying everything she could to break free. Her ass reflexively trying to expel the large dick. Her tight ass squeezed Brazeek’s shaft as he advanced more of his cock. Tasha winched in pain and gritted her teeth again as the cock sank impossibly deeper. Tasha could feel his fat rod sliding in farther, the cock seemed to go on forever. She couldn’t tell how much was in her ass. Only that she could feel herself stretching more and more, submitting to his manhood.

Brazeek reached up and covered Tasha’s mouth and nose with his large hand. Tahsa’s purple eyes shot wide open in agony as he suddenly sank his entire cock, burying his member balls deep. He pulled back out slowly and then buried his cock back in again. Slapping his heavy balls against her dripping cunt in a rhythmic pummel. Barley audible, muffled screams cried out from under Brazeek’s hand as the great demon hammered the tiny elf’s ass. Tasha’s small cheeks bounced softly with every hard thrust. The demon increased his rhythm, his swollen balls smacking hard against her pussy lips. Brazeek’s toned thighs flexed with every hard pump, placing all of his titanic weight behind his thrusting. The five hundred pound trunk under them began slowly sliding across the floor. With every hard thrust, the trunk moved a little more. Tasha cried out under the demon’s gloved hand as the anal hammering continued.

Brazeek released his grip over the elf’s mouth and pulled on her long braid using it as a rein. Tasha’s painful screams echoed through out the chamber, The demon relentlessly pumped himself into the elf’s ass over and over. Small trickles of sweat began running between her grinding tits, and a stream of tears and mascara ran down her soft face. The demon reached down and held her delicate hips, throttling his thumbs across the small of her back. The loud smacking sounds of Tasha’s ass bouncing against Brazeek’s solid hips filled the room, drowning out her strained screams.

The Demon leaned over growling in an animalistic fury, absorbing and savoring the terror and agony the elf was emitting. He fed on her screams and pleas, her helpless struggle and small frame pinned under his heavy body. His one wild yellow eye twitched as he began to cum. Tasha felt Brazeek’s rhythm slow, but become more rigid. She didn’t think she could take much more. She felt as if she was being split in two. The demon’s rock hard cock repeatedly buried it’s self into her. Her ass unintentionally squeezing and stroking his member.

“Thats a good little girl, I’m gonna puuump this little ass full of cum.” The demon spoke.

Brazeek let out a long low grunt as his cock began unloading into Tasha’s ass. He buried his member all the way in, as his cock began uncontrollably firing salvos of thick semen. Tasha felt the hot explosion inside her. A torrent of warm cum filled her insides as her ass tightened around the shaft. She could feel the thick meat pumping its load into her. The demon’s orgasm shuddered through his powerful body, weakening his legs. Brazeek collapsed forward on top of the elf. Sandwiching Tasha between himself and the trunk.

His cock continued unloading wave after wave of thick cum, Tasha could feel his cock still flexing and pumping, dumping more into her ass. Tasha’s screaming turned to whimpers as her innards were forced full of warm demon spunk. Brazeek finished his last salvo and began to slowly pull himself out of the tight hole. Tasha tensed again as the massive slab of meat stretched and pulled its way free, it felt like an eternity for the entire length to remove itself. Just as she thought it was all out, more kept pulling free. She cringed as the fat cock head spread her hole even wider, finally exiting with a small wet pop sound. Spilling thick ropy strands of cum onto the floor and along her thighs. Tasha grunted in pain and fell to the ground, her legs, pussy and ass too sore to support herself. Broken and defeated Tasha didn’t even attempt moving. She could only wait in fear and uncertainty.

By: Lucien

Cazel was leaning against the cold timber. Her shattered hilt in hand, the shards lost in the snows. The mysterious human woman still held her blade up to the elf’s neck.

“Drop ze hilt. On ye feet. Slowly.” The woman spoke in a soft, thick broken accent.

Cazel dumped the hilt into the snow and watched it vanished. She hoisted herself up slowly, trying to ignore the throbbing in her skull. The women still held the tip of her long blade to Cazel’s neck, letting it guide the elf.

“Ye dagger, give it to me now.” The woman ordered.

Cazel slowly reached down not making any sudden movements and unbuckled her dagger from her ankle. She slowly rose back up and handed it over, handle first to the woman.

“Your arrows too, hand zem over.”

Cazel unslung her quiver of arrows and handed it over. The woman grabbed the sling and heaved the quiver of arrows off to her side, the arrows rattling within. She simultaneously ignited the quiver with her palm, the sack and its contents instantly bursting into flames.

The mysterious women placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly.

“Don’t forget ze other one” The woman yelled into the woods.

Two massive towering demons, like the ones before, marched out of the snow. One walked heavily towards where Tasha had been buried in snow and branches. The second marched over to the woman’s side. The woman spun Cazel around and cuffed her hands together with heavy steel shackles.

“Take dis one.” The woman commanded the large demon. “We’re leaving.”

The other demon emerged from a few yards back, carrying Tasha’s motionless body slung over his muscular shoulder. Tasha’s hands now bound behind her back as well.

The great towering demon approached Cazel from behind placing a mammoth hand on Cazel’s shoulder wrapping his larger finger around her neck. Cazel tried to break free from his grasp, but the demon held her in place with both of his giant hands griping her shoulders. The woman turned around to face Cazel, witnessing her struggle for freedom. The woman smiled.

“There’s no chance of escape, I never lose my targets. Zome time day-die, but never lost, No. Now, lez go.”

They all marched deep into the snow filled woods, the winter sun now setting behind the trees. They walked down a small hill for roughly one hundred yards. At the bottom of the embankment laid a small clearing. A group of demons were surrounding the area keeping watch. In the center a massive black scaled dragon laid on his haunches.

The dragon was at least twenty meters long. His black scales absorbed more light then reflected. Chaotic deep purple and snow white designs marked the dragon up his flanks and around his neck. The demonic lines ended at the dragon’s head. The sleek reptilian cranium held multiple black horns all jutting out backward at aggressive angles. His pearl white eyes matched his sharp teeth hanging out over his mouth like a cluster of razors. A leather saddle was attached to his dorsal section between two gigantic black wings. Cazel noticed two large wood and steel cages hanging from underneath the massive beast’s forearms.

“You two, place dem in the cages. Prepare Daliik for flight.” The women spoke to the surrounding demon soldiers. The demons brought their prisoners towards the dragon’s cages. The Dragon twisted his head to the side, sniffing the cold air. His snake like tongue slithering in and out. The beast stared Cazel down as she was dragged past.

His glowing white eyes following her every move. The dragon lashed out towards the demon and Cazel. Cazel ducked his advance and kept moving with the demon. The Crimson demon tossed Cazel into one of the cages and slammed the steel door shut, locking the outer metal cross bar. Tasha, still knocked out, was tossed in the adjacent cage.

Cazel watched as various demons raced around to detach the dragon’s reins and cross ties. The woman ran quickly up to the dragon. The dragon lowered his neck and the women ran up his neck and sat down on the saddle. She pulled up his reins and the beast extended his titanic wings, lifting himself and all aboard up into the snowy dusk, blizzard sky.

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Kamri and Yuldasha walked down the cold hallways of the dark fortress. The upper floors were surprisingly less hectic than the lower prison cells. This must be Yuldasha’s entire personal floor Kamri thought to herself. The hallways were filled with smooth stone walls. Sconces were hung on the wall every three yards. Small port views where chiseled into the wall less sparingly. Kamri would try to catch a glimpse out the rare view ports whenever she could. All she could see was dark reddish black clouds and crimson sand that seemed to stretch on forever.

The two reached a large wooden, engraved door at the end of the hall. Two substantially large demons stood guard. Their demonic goat like heads staring straight ahead. The two guards were dressed the same as most. They wore heavy black pauldrons and leather braces. Their deep red skin glistening in the dark hallway. Recognizing Yuldasha, the two quickly side stepped to either side of the door, clearing the way for her to enter. The demons stood like stone at attention. The demon on the left quickly glimpsed at Kamri. His red eyes looking the elf over with interest, before quickly returning his gaze forward. Yuldasha continued moving steadily with her slave. Her long powerful legs carried her with grace towards the door. Yuldasha quickly halted mid step, snapping her head towards the demon on the left.

“Like what you see solider?” Yuldasha inquired.

The demon nervously thought for a second, searching for the correct response.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer!” Yuldasha demanded harshly as she stepped closer to the now cowering demon. Resting her hand softy on his defined dark red muscular chest.

“Y-Yes my lady, I…I do like what I see.” The demon spoke in a deep voice, fumbling his words.

Yuldasha’s hand began glowing. A dark purple orb of dark magic began to bubble on the demons chest. Yuldasha pressed her palm into his chest softly.

“Wrong answer soldier.” Yuldasha grinned with a smile. She leaned into the demon’s ear whispering.

“You know the rules, you don’t look and you don’t touch, unless I say so.” Yuldasha’s serpent eyes flickered.

“Please my lady, I’m sor- ” The demon’s voice was cut off as smoke began pouring from the demon’s chest. His eyes rolled back into his head as he fell to his knees. The essence of the soldier evaporated from his large husk and was washed into Yuldasha’s mouth. Yuldasha stood for a second lost in a wave of lust and pleasure. She bit down on her lower lip and looked at the other demon. The demon was still at full attention not moving at all.

“Replace this guard at the end of your shift.” Yuldasha commanded.

“YES MY LADY.” the demon responded back, not shifting his eyes or movement at all.

Kamri only looked on in horror. Yuldasha nodded at the demon, The large beast reached over, his large built arm slightly trembling in fear and opened the great wooden door.

Beyond the great door a cloud of warm steam hit Kamri in the face. The steam was surprisingly refreshing and pleasant. An enormous stone basin filled much of the room’s sunken recessed floor. The massive pond like tub housed hundreds of gallons of water. Statues of dragons and other wild demonic serpents hung from the stone ceiling, fresh water falling from their mouths like waterfalls into the aqua pool. Clusters of candles were erected along the corners of stone, casting warm amber light around the chamber. Kamri could see four guards, one at every corner of the room keeping careful watch over the pool. Two other figures were already in the water. The thick steam in the room obstructed their details. Kamri squinted trying to make out the figure’s details better. She looked to her right. A long table streached across the wall filled with an assortment of different fruits. Yuldasha bent over to Kamri.

“Now, I have some business to a tend to. Have some food, stay out of trouble and clean up.”

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Cazel looked down at the rolling terrain from high above, her platinum hair flowing wildly in the harsh cool breeze. The dark Dragon carrying the captor, Tasha and herself glided softly against the cool sun setting sky. She could see the war torn landscape below. Desolate grassland, smashed woods, and small burning villages could be seen in the distance. Occasionally Cazel would see large regiments of demons trudging across the land in loosely organized rabbles, the large waves heading in the opposite direction from which they flew. Some larger domesticated beasts were trailing large catapults and battling rams. Small demon outposts littered the once fertile lands, with more demons scattering about.

Pulling her gaze forward once more, Cazel assumed they were traveling south. The barren fields of snow were becoming blotchy with dark sands hidden underneath, slowly resurfacing. Miles later the snow eventually vanished altogether, replaced with the once beautiful beaches of the coast. Now a hellscape of war. Coalition defenses were still holding firm against ramshackle demon camps that struggled to prevent their stores from being carried away in the tide. She even saw the port city of Karlsbarg in the distance, but couldn’t tell whether it had been overtaken or not. Then they were over the ocean, flying far above white capped waves. Each beat of the dragon’s wings carrying her and Tasha further and further from home.

The sun eventually set, and despite her still throbbing head and the fear that plagued her, Cazel fell asleep. It was not a fitful one, full of nightmares of blood, pillage, and her own rape.

She woke with a start, nearly smashing her head again against the bars of the cage. The waters of the ocean had been replaced with dark blood red sand and fine red dust. Cazel could see violent dust storms ragging below, snaking across the barren dunes. Jagged rocks and twisted monoliths speared up trough the ground speckling the sea of sand. The rising sun was becoming lost behind thick ash clouds and carbon debris. Small shards of hard ash and debris struck her face, stinging across her cheeks.  Cazel wrapped her hood around her head tightly and masked her face as best she could.

This was the land that had once been the Goldulin Empire, renowned for its vineyards, olive orchards, and great swathes of golden wheat fields. Now twisted and corrupted from the occupation of the invading demons. Grand cities of stone and marble decayed to desolate ruins teeming with demons searching for any hiding victims among the rubble.

The dragon began to drop altitude and banked softly to the right dropping out of the dark ash filled cloud cover. The large dragon broke free of the clouds. An enormous black spire lay before them. The fortress filled the entire horizon. Smaller twisting spires rose out of the base of the large structure leading up to one giant spire that shot straight up into the dark sky. The ground around it covered in broken roads and ground down stone from whatever city had once stood here. Waves of more demonic troops marched around the hellish stone fortress. Cazel noticed two other dragons heading straight towards her.

The two dragons broke from their formation and flew by her and her captor’s dragon. Cazel could see figures riding the other dragons. They looked humanoid, not the usual goat like grunt demons that Cazel was used to seeing. The other riders waved and threw their fists into the sky as they passed. The two dragons swooped down then returned to their flight formation.

The dragon, Woman, Cazel, and Tasha all landed in a wide, onyx stoned courtyard. Other dragons stood ready for departure and demonic troops were gathering supplies and racing around readying for something. As they landed, two demons raced towards their position. One demon ripped open the cage that held Cazel and pulled her out into the courtyard. Another demon did the same with Tasha. The women hopped down to the cobble ground. The two demons, Cazel, and the now awoken Tasha all moved towards the entrance of the infernal castle. Yuldasha was standing at the entrance of the fortress, admiring her forces as they prepared for another invasion.

The small group approached the colossal entrance where Yuldasha stood.

The demons kicked out Cazel and Tasha’s legs, with their hand’s bound behind their backs they both fell to the ground hard.

“Show some respect and bow before Master Yuldasha” One the demons commanded as he himself knelt before her as did the other demon and Woman.

“What do we have here?” Yuldasha asked and looked down at the Woman kneeling before her.

“As requested mazzter, I’ve retrieved two more femalez.” The woman spoke proudly. Yuldasha smiled.

“Jelthra, my sweet seed of darkness, your skills never fail. Please return to your feet, You’re one of my devoted acolytes, you need not act like the elvish filth you have brought here before me. Their future will be spent on their knees, not yours my dear.”

Jelthra rose up to her feet, standing tall but still shorter then the demoness. Yuldasha hooked her finger around Jelthra’s chain link strap that held her dress top together and pulled lightly. Jelthra answered her beckon and pulled forward towards Yuldasha. Yuldasha kissed Jel softly on her plump blue lips. Yuldasha slid her tongue into Jel’s mouth locking her tongue and swirling it around. Jel’s knees quivered slightly as she moaned in pleasure. Yuldasha slowly released her kiss. Jel wanted more and tried to reach up to Yuldasha for another wet kiss. Yuldasha only smiled.

“We will discuss your… success later.”

Jelthra smiled and nodded. Yuldasha then looked down at the two elves that now laid awkwardly on the ground.

“You two will do just fine. Bring them into the dungeons, I will deal with them later.” Yuldasha ordered.

“Yes mazzter, as you wish.” Jel complied.

Jelthra and the two demon soldiers bowed and moved onward into the dark spire with Cazel and Tasha.

The halls were dark and damp, the walls cold and grey. Various hallways ran off into a massive labyrinth of barracks and dungeons. Grunts marched by, eyeing the two elves being dragged. Jel and the group turned a corner and continued down the dark hallway. One of the demons spoke out.

“All due respect, Mistress Jelthra, the dungeons are that way.” The brute spoke in a deep voice.

“I know quite well where ze dungeons are, you goddamn fool. I’ve decided to reward you two morons and your fellow garrison. But if you don’t shut up, we will go back to ze dungeons.” Jelthra fired back.

“Yes mistress.” The demon responded, and Cazel shivered at the unholy grin that now marked his features.

The group continued down the dark hallway around another corner and into a large open area. The chamber was large and the ceiling was high and open. The great mess hall was filled with demon grunts of all shapes and sizes eating, drunken and others playing various gambling games. Just as the group entered the room, an extremely large demon stepped in front of Jelthra, cutting her and the group off. This demon was much more humanoid looking then the standard goat grunt but equally as evil.

His mammoth size was intimidating, his rusty skin was covered in scars and tattoos and his head held two massive black horns. The demon towered over the group and everyone in the room. He would surely have to duck to get through the door ways. His black steel armor was fashioned with spikes and splattered with dried blood, small humanoid skulls dangled off his one large pauldron that rested on his right shoulder. A long vertical scar ran down his left eye, his other good eye- a crazed yellow serpent eye examined the group.

“Shit..” Jelthra whispered under her breath.

“Jelthra my deeear, just the bitch I was looking foooor.” The great demon spoke out loud in a very low guttural, baritone voice.

“Surly yooooou remember the bet you lost the other niiight? You lost fair and square and you owe me my winnings. Ha! I told you that elvish bitch couldn’t take more then tweeenty loads before puking.”

Cazel and Tasha only looked on in confusion and terror. Not entirely understanding what the massive demon was talking about. The demon let out a long hefty laugh and lifted his leather battle skirt, exposing his large dangling flaccid cock.

“Jel, I will enjoy your sweet lips around this piece, my old frieeend.” The demon reached down towards Jelthra. The woman dodged his hand and backed up.

“Yooou better pay up or I’ll break your little neck.” The huge demon demanded.

“Hold on, von minute Brazeek! I have-counter offer for you.” Jelthra spoke out quickly.

Brazeek paused and stood up-right, stretching his chest and back, cracking his vertebrae. He crossed his massive arms across his ripped chest, showing off his broad defined body.

“I’m listening, but if yoooou try to pull anything funny or use any magic, like last time, I swear I’ll fucking cruuush you.” The demon’s hand swiftly curled into a fist just in front of Jelthra’s face. She in turn grabbed Tasha and brought her forward.

“Dis little elf said she’d offer her services for you, instead of me.” Jelthra spoke with a devilish smirk on her face. Tasha’s face ignited in furry.

“WHAT!? no I didn’t! You fucking bit-” Tasha’s mouth was cut off by Jelthra’s hand. She kept Tasha’s mouth smothered under her soft glove, her fingers gripping the elf’s jaw surprisingly tight, and smiled at Brazeek flashing a quick wink.

“Well, whaz you think ol ‘buddy?” Jelthra asked.

Brazeek let out another long hefty laugh and grabbed the southland elf by her one long braided pony tail. He dragged her towards him with a quick tug that pulled a scream from Tasha as she was ripped from Jelthra’s grip.

“Alright, you win this tiiiime Jelthra.” Brazeek spoke. The demon flashed a crooked smile, and left the mess hall, dragging his new kicking and screaming toy along with him.

The other two demons held Cazel and looked at Jelthra.

“Go ahead, BUT no fucking her. If Yuldasha found out, youz all be dead. Keep her in one piece and don’t completely wreck her.” Jelthra ordered.

Jelthra walked over and fetched herself some mead and then she sat on top of an empty stone table backed into the corner of the room. A drunk demon stumbled over near Jelthra rambling on with a large grin on his face. The beast began to run his hand up her fish-netted leg. Jelthra scoffed at the demon in disgust and smashed his face with her boot, the solid kick breaking the demon’s nose. The drunk demon fell back and passed out on the uneven stone floor, breathing in a heavy drunk slumber as blood poured over his face. Jelthra only smiled to herself, as she leaned back raising her goblet to the demons.

“Cheers men.”

Cazel looked around the large room in horror. The chamber was filled with demons of all sizes, far too many to count. The room started closing in around her. One demon behind her placed both of his hands on her shoulders and pushed down, forcing her onto her knees despite her resistance. Cazel looked up and around in a panic, she was completely surrounded by demons. A wall of muscular abdominals came into view. A shorter and thinner demon about the same height as Cazel squeezed his way through the group, pulling his small cock out. Before he could do anything he was shoved aside by a larger demon. The brute grabbed Cazel head and pulled it towards his now thick growing member. Other demons unleashed their cocks and encircled Cazel. A fat cock head pushed up against the left side of her face smearing precum across her cheek, shortly after another cock on her right side.

“Open wide,” The large demon spoke.

The demon in front of her began to shove his cock head into Cazel’s small mouth. Cazel muffled in protest as she knelt helplessly. The demon slid his wide cock into her soft wet mouth, and began pumping in and out slowly, forcing her jaws open wider. Cazle gagged softly as the thick forearm length meat, slid into her throat.

Another demon rested his large cock on top of her head and began sliding it up and down. Her royal corset was viciously torn off her body. The fabric shredding as if made of old parchment, its markings meaning nothing to these invaders. Her supple milky white breasts fell out into view, her pink nipples hardening in the cool room. A pair of rough, callused hands reached in from behind her and began fondling her soft tits. The demonic hands squeezed and lifted, squishing her breasts. The beast’s fingers rolled upward to her erect nipples and pinched hard. Her soft nipples disappearing under his large fingers. Various demons within proximity were all stroking their hard cocks waiting for a turn.

 The cock in her mouth began to thicken and pulsate, his pace picked up as he hammered his cock down her wet throat. Cazel’s bound hands left her defenseless. She was forced to kneel and take the giant cock. She had no way of stopping the demon or slowing down his pace. She was a slave to his rhythm. Cazel’s lips slobbered and puckered around his meat shaft as he pumped his dick into her mouth. Cazel gagged more and more as the cock slid farther down her throat. The demon’s raspy breaths grew deeper. Suddenly he buried his cock into her throat and held it there. An explosion of warm cum flooded Cazel’s tight throat and into her stomach.

The demon slowly pulled his cock back out, thick cum bubbled out as a small torrent of cum followed. Before Cazel could finish swallowing and catch her breath, the first demons’s cock was quickly replaced with another. This cock was even thicker, his heavy balls sawed as he began pumping his fat cock into her mouth. Cazel struggled to stretch her lips around it. She tried to pull her head back and free herself off the mammoth cock but the demon persisted and held her head in place with his large hand. The demon pushed his massive member down her throat. Cazel gagged again as the meat slid past her tonsils. The demon pulled Cazel all the way to the base of his cock and held her there.

The demon groaned in gratification as the elf was helplessly held down on his cock, her choking and gagging massaged his cock softly. Cazel’s face began to turn blue, her eyes began fluttering. With that, the demon to her left blew his load onto her face, splattering her hair and cheek. The demon that greedily held his cock in her throat let out a long grunt as his fat cock exploded. Sending more salvos of warm cum down the elf’s throat. Cazel’s cheeks inflated as the warm hell-milk started to fill her mouth. She tried pulling her head back again, but the demons grip was impossible to break. She knelt in place as she was force fed the demonic load. The endless stream of hot liquid continued down her throat.

Cazel couldn’t keep up with the now rapidly increasing amount of cum. Her black eyeliner began running down her soft face as her eyes filled with tears. Her throat kept trying to swallow but the demon’s large cock denied her from doing so. The cum flowed freely down her gullet without hindrance. Her soft swallowing reflex was inadvertently stroking and milking his shaft. Cum started spilling out from the sides of her lips, as her mouth was flooded beyond capacity. Cazel’s hands grimaced, desperately trying to break free from the steel shackles in a last ditch effort to push herself off and inhale needed air. The demon didn’t budge and held his cock in her throat as the last few salvos of cum pumped into her mouth. The demon finally began to pull out. His long slick cock slid up from deep within her throat. Exiting with an overflow of thick globules splooge that spilled onto the floor below.

The hundreds of demons moved in closer to her as the next demon in line took his turn using the elvish mouth.

By: Lucien

White icy flakes whirled delicately between towering timber trees. The frozen tundra was covered in a fresh coat of powder, masking the afternoon mountain side in a coated shimmer of crystal. Cazel watched as the light snow blanketed the ground. She carefully scanned the ash and porcelain colored woodlands. Cazel’s icy azure-blue eyes followed small crimson birds gliding from one frozen branch to another. Puffs of mist from her warm breath wafted before her face as she reached up and brushed fresh flakes off her eye brow and the bridge of her elven nose.

The snow was becoming heavier; this was no surprise, a more than common occurrence in the north reaches of the Northern Colony Expanse. Cazel tightened her fur hood, and tried to listen best she could. The air was calm and tranquil, no wind or ambiance. The birds were strangely quiet, absent of their usual winter chirping and song. The silence was deafening. Only the sound of snow flakes could be heard softly landing on the now rapidly piling powder. Being late afternoon, the temperature was undoubtedly dropping. Cazel bundled her royal guard corset tightly, covering her rosy pale white skin.

Cazel

The elven forces were taking heavy loses at the southern tip of the Expanse. The Kazdruck Forces were decimating the coalition’s defenses. Most of the coalition forces were being placed at the southern tip, taking the brunt of the demon’s onslaught. They couldn’t afford another loss like at the Plains of Atzgol. This in turn caused the defenses in the north and along the western coast to be spread thinly. Cazel’s team of four, including herself, was joke of a defense. Her squad was placed with the assignment of defending the western woodland ridge.

The narrow wooded corridor was a little over a days long journey west to the closest Elven outpost. Even farther from any major coalition city. The small woodland valley was located on the far west of the Colony Expanse border. The team was to defend or report back any demon activity. The last few days had been less then eventful. Only a few travelers from far off eastern Driftafay. Passing through, risking it all to trade and barter. Less and less travelers have been coming through. In part to the rising presence of demons and the escalation of the demon conflict. Cazel and her people heard the horror stories. She knew what was out there beyond those trees and what the demons were fully capable of.

Cazel crouched slightly, checking her leather boots and laces. She re-secured her engraved silver combat dagger around her ankle. She double checked the lacing on her tightly fitted leather pants. The dark tan hosen now catching the wild snowflakes. Her dark green, winter corset was embroidered with intricate white elven designs running up the sides and across her perky breasts. The large over sized hood, trimmed with animal fur was covering part of her face. Her pure white locks of long hair running down across the sides of her thin angled face. Cazel re-positioned her leather quiver, slinging it higher on her broad shoulder. The elven quiver was stuffed with long barbed, steel tipped arrows. She reached up and fixed her wooden longbow, checking the threading and tension of the bow. Across her back housed a long sword scabbard. Sheathed inside was her royal two-handed long sword.

Cazel finished her gear check and looked down to her right. Through the dense evergreen trees she could spot Larcus. His thin taller frame hunched with his bow drawn, his dark green cloak covering his pale skin. His dark brown ponytail swaying ever so slightly. Cazel turned and looked to her left. Tasha and Benith stood peeking behind a massive timber tree. Ben’s short sword drawn, his shorter golden blond hair covering part of his elegant face, his dark blue eyes scanning from side to side. Tasha’s black hair was held in one long braid running down her back. A tad bit shorter then most elves she was easily hidden behind the bark. Tasha carried a heavy long range crossbow, her darker southland skin contrasting against the white snow. The dark elf’s soft cheek rested on the butt of her crossbow, her sharp deep green eyes fixed through the bow’s steel sights, searching for a target. Cazel continued to scan the deep woods along with her elvish partners.

“Something isn’t right.” Cazel whispered to herself. The heavy snow was now coming down in thick blankets making the already difficult visibility even worse.

Cazel took a slow step forward while drawing her longbow.

A loud crack followed by a whizz sound shot trough the silent air. Cazel looked to her right, just in time to see a steel crossbow bolt catch Larcus in the side of his neck, puncturing his jugular. Bright red blood spurted even around the bolt. Larcus’s hands reached up to his throat as he feel to his knees, spitting up frothy blood from his mouth. The elf fell face down into the snow. A pool of ruby blood spreading under his body, staining the white snow and trees around him.

Cazel dove behind a fallen tree to her right. She peeked up over the large trunk to see two massive demons emerging from a wall of snow. The hulking brutes’ cloven hooves crushed small bushes and trees with every step they took. Hunched over they still stood at least four meters. Their dark red muscular skin covered in heavy snow. The demon’s red eyes were filled with rage and blood lust. They carried little armor, only black layered thigh armor, dark spiked shoulder pauldrons and leather bracers. Long dark blood stained leather cloth covered their genitals. Their heads were a hellish mix of a goat and dragon, long twisting coal black horns jutted out of their large skulls. Each demon had long messy low mow-hawks of dark fur. One carried a massive battle axe and the other carried what appeared to be a sword. It was a massive, long chunk of black steel with the razor edge coming to a harsh hook at the end.

Tasha dove out head first from behind her tree cover, landing in a somersault roll. She quickly came up on one knee aiming at the axe wielding demon. She squeezed the trigger and fired off her heavy cross bow. A loud thunk sound rang out, sending the arrow towards it’s target. The bolt caught the demon in his right shoulder, making the beast jerk back. The beast growled in pain and frustration, reached up and tore the bolt out in a gush of blood, tossing it to the ground. Thin black blood ran from his open wound.

The demon leapt toward Tasha with a roar. Tasha became lost in his shadow. He swung his mammoth axe as he came down. Tasha dropped her large cross bow and leaped to her side, crashing face first into the wet snow. The elf barely dodged the incoming strike. Benith ran from cover, swinging his short sword at the behemoth demon. The demon blocked the strike with his axe, locking the short blade within the edge of the axe. The demon twisted his hilt, ripping the sword from Benith’s grip and swinging it off into the woods.

Ben quickly pulled out his combat dagger and threw it. The silver blade sliced through the winter air, spinning violently before stabbing itself into the soft flesh of the demon’s wrist. The blade severed the tissue and tendons in the demon’s hand and wrist, causing the brute to drop his massive battle axe. The large weapon vanished into the deep snow.

Ben flipped back-ward kicking the demon in the jaw, snapping the beast’s head back. The demon cocked his head back down with a grunt. Annoyed but unharmed. The beast reached out with his good hand and grabbed the elvish man by the throat and lifted him off the cold ground. Ben struggled frantically trying to pry himself free from the demon’s grip, his legs kicking wildly above the snow. The demon tightened his grip, smiling at the helpless elf.

The beast slowly crushed Benith’s neck and wind pipe like a twig. The beast tossed his limp body off to the side, striking a tree and shattering Ben’s vertebrae. Ben’s body slumped around the tree and slid down the trunk into a pile of snow.

Cazel frantically pulled an arrow and launched it at the demon that just took Ben’s life. The arrow struck the demon trough his left eye. The demon cried out in pain and began stumbling back, black ichor spilling from his eye. Tasha nimbly ran up the demon’s leg, jumped and slashed the demon’s neck with her combat dagger, landing in the snow behind him. The towering beast let out a gurgling cry as he held his neck and fell back into a tree, crushing the branches and toppling over in a small avalanche of snow. A river of black blood pouring from his neck as his body slowly became motionless.

The second demon raced out towards Tasha carrying his heavy sword with both hands low to the ground. Each large step shaking the ground under her. The demon lifted his black sword up into the air overhead and came down with a heavy strike. Tasha quickly rolled out of the way, the sword shredding part of her cloak in her escape. The onyx sword became lodged into the frozen ground. Without hesitation Tasha lifted her robust leg high, coming down with an intense axe kick. Her boot’s heel smashed down onto the demon’s right forearm. Fracturing his arm and splintering the bone.

Tasha reversed her dagger grip, letting the blade rest parallel to her wrist. She quickly followed through her offensive strike, spinning her torso and slashing outward with a right hook. Her dagger sliced across the demon’s face, right to left. The elvish forged blade slicing a deep gash from his beast like ear, down to his lower jaw. Without stopping her assault, Tasha spun on her right foot, launching a backward spinning round-house kick. The demon reached upward, intercepting her kick with his already broken forearm. The kick surely would have broken his jaw or worse. The mammoth beast roared as the severe pain exploded in his damaged arm. He pushed her kick back knocking the elf slightly off balance. The demon rose upward quickly, he returned a pulverizing upper-cut with his left hand, catching Tasha deep in her stomach, knocking the wind out of her.

Tasha pic

The lithe elf keeled over and fell to the ground, gasping for air. Cazel raced through the woods towards her fellow fallen elf. The thick woods making it difficult to line up another shot. While running, Cazel found a new window and launched another steel tipped arrow towards the demon. The arrow struck the demon’s pauldron with a spark, deflecting the arrow off into the woods.

Cazel slid down a small embankment and reached Tasha and the demon. She dropped her long-bow and pulled out her royal long-sword. The demon pulled his sunken sword out of the frozen tundra and brought it up, just in time to block Cazel’s vicious over head strike. Sparks danced off the two warrior’s weapons. With one hand holding his gigantic sword, the demon swung awkwardly. Cazel easily ducked the slow horizontal strike. Cazel followed through with a snap kick to the demon’s face, a loud crunch rang out, breaking his snout like nose. Cazel thrusted inward with a quick stabbing jab. The demon parried the strike with his own sword and attempted countering with a slash of his own. Cazel balanced up on her toes and pulled her stomach in, while simultaneously sliding backward in the snow. The onyx blade slashed through her corset missing her skin by a hair.

The demon over swung. The momentum and weight of his heavy sword caused him to spin out of control. Cazel brought her sword up with both hands, high above her head for another overhead strike. She brought the sword down hard. The demon regaining his balance, looked up at the last second, he tried sidestepping the swing. The elvish blade sliced trough the demon’s right upper arm, melting trough his hot flesh and cleaving through his bicep and bone. The severed arm fell to the ground into the snow. Reddish-black blood spilled out like a waterfall.

The demon roared in agony dropping his sword and grabbing his wound. Cazel didn’t waste any time before swinging her sword in a fast horizontal arc. Cutting straight through his muscular neck, ripping through the thick tissue and decapitating the massive demon. His goat like head toppled off it’s shoulders, flipping down into the snow. A jet of black blood spurted and misted into the cold snowy air before the hulking body fell over.

Cazel heard Tasha coughing and still gasping for air. The southern elf got up slowly, limping to her feet and holding her stomach. Before the two elves could speak. A female human jumped down from the branches above. Landing with a soft explosion of snow. The impressive darkly clothed woman walked towards the two elven women.

“Who goes there!” Cazel demanded, raising her sword once again, ready to fight.

Cazel noticed the mysterious woman holding a unique scoped crossbow; surely the sniper that killed Larcus earlier. The Human woman was tall and had light skin. Long dark black hair ran down the left side of her face covering her left eye. A long scar ran down her left cheek. Parts of her hair appeared a deep burgundy red when the light would strike it at certain angels. Her right eye was a piercing bright orange, contrasting sharply with her plump glossy bright blue lips. A large armored pauldron with three intricate spikes rested on her left shoulder, engraved in glowing red runes. The shoulder armor was fastened with criss-crossed chains that ran down to her dark purple snake scaled dress, holding up her large round breasts. A large sheathed sword hung across her back. Her long toned legs covered in black fishnets ending at her black high heeled boots.

Mysterious Woman

“Drop your weapon and surrender! You’re out numbered.” Cazel ordered.

The human kept walking closer. Cazel raised her sword and rushed the human, letting out a long battle cry. The woman stood her ground, not moving or filching. Cazel slashed her sword down at an angle towards the women’s neck. The human woman dropped her crossbow and vanished in a black blur, bending the cold air in a strange ripple and reappearing behind Cazel.

The woman kicked Cazel hard in the back, sending her head into a nearby tree. Tasha ran in after the strange woman and threw a wide punch with her right hand. With ease the women deflected her punch with her forearm. Tasha continued her attack with a complex sequence of fast punches and jabs, striking the woman at every conceivable angle. The women blocked and diverted every single strike without hesitation or much movement other then her arms.

The women parried Tasha’s final punches off to each side and lightly palm struck Tasha’s breast. Instantly a bright orange fire ball exploded from the woman’s hand. Incinerating the elf’s royal corset top and sending Tasha flying across the woods before smashing into an evergreen tree. An explosion of twigs and branches flew outward, followed by an avalanche of snow and debris burying Tasha.

Dazed from her head first collision with the tree trunk, Cazel lifted herself back up and tried attacking the woman again, this time from behind, raising her long-sword. The woman whipped around to face Cazel, unsheathing her own dark sword in one smooth motion. The woman blocked Cazel’s blade and spun her sword up and over, swinging back down. Cazel awkwardly blocked the counter strike and retreated back two steps, her head throbbing all the while.

The dark woman crept forward towards Cazel, the woman’s vicious orange eyes glaring with immense power. She advanced her offense into the elf. She spun her sword side to side, left to right in a flurry of complex spins. The blade whipping through the crisp air appearing as nothing more then a blur. Cazel raised her sword bracing for impact. The woman’s sword cut right through Cazel’s elvish blade shattering the elven steel like a sheet of glass. Fragments splintered out in all directions, Cazel watched in horror as the silver shards feel into the snow around her. The woman quickly kicked Cazel square in her chest, knocking the elf back into a tree again. Cazel grunted in pain and fell to the ground, her back leaning against the tall timber. The woman drew her black sword up ward and placed it under the elf’s chin, the sharp tip lightly poking into Cazel’s neck.

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Kamri awoke to a loud clang. It was the unmistakable sound of metal striking metal. She opened her eyes slowly, her left eye had difficultly opening, a bit delayed compared to her right. A thick glob of partly dried semen glued her eye shut. Kamri squinted her face, breaking the seal over her eye. The elf scanned Yuldasha’s personal chamber. Wondering where the sound came from. Still kneeling and shackled to the stone walls by the tight chains. Sticky milky cum still hung from her tanned bare chest and soft face. Sharp thin rays of red light peered into the chamber. Long thin vertical slits near the top of the stone chamber let in the warm angelic beams. The slits reminded her of gills or symmetrical slashes. The sun light strained Kami’s eyes, her body slowly adjusted to the uncommon reddish gold light. The after taste of smoke and salty sperm lingered in her throat and mouth. Kamri’s sinus’s still stuffed with pungent demon cum. Kamri’s mouth was dry but she tried her best to spit out the taste in her mouth.

“Sleep well, my little elf?” The familiar dual layered demon voice spoke out.

Kamri looked up. Yuldasha stood with her arms crossed under her thick breasts, leaning on the marble table. Her soft ass pressing into the edge of the black surface. Her demonic cock was now missing. The demon reached down to a glass goblet resting on the table and brought it up to her soft purple lips and took a sip. The demon began to step forward towards the elf. She bent forward down to Kamri’s level and took another slow delicate sip from her glass. Swallowing slowly with a gulp. Kamri stared at the demon’s glass.

Kamri was extremely dehydrated. Now realizing just how incredibly thirty she was. She craved the liquid that lay just out of reach in front of her. Yuldasha tapped the surface of the glass goblet, rolling her sharp nails, rhythmically tapping and humming to herself. The demon stared into the helpless elf’s eyes.

“Master, please…water…” Kamri whispered with her dry parched mouth.

Yuldasha ceased her rhythmic tapping and rolled her bottom lip into her fang. The demon then lifted her free hand and waved it.

With that, Kamri’s wrist shackles unlatched. The elf fell forward dropping down to the stone floor, Kamri’s weak arms failing to catch her fall. Kamri laid on the cold dark grey stone. The elf’s trembling arms attempted to hoist herself back up. Yuldasha placed her right hoof on top of the elf’s head and pushed her face back down to the floor. Kamri’s weak body collapsed under the weight of Yuldasha’s heavy muscular leg, her goat like hoof reigning supremacy over the feeble jungle elf. As Yuldasha pinned Kamri’s head down, she took another sip from her glass goblet. Yuldasha laughed as she brought the rim away from her lips once more.

“You are in no position to be making demands. You want this? You’ll have to work for it.” Yuldasha placed her hoof in front of Kamri’s mouth.

“Clean these off and MAYBE… I’ll consider giving you a sip.” Yuldasha spoke, towering over the elf.

Kamri struggled up onto to all fours, her body aching from the days of abuse. Kamri crawled forward on her hands and knees, her round ass bobbled up into the air as she bent forward towards the demon’s hooves. Her tight black thong hugging her toned body. Kamri slid her tongue out and ran it up Yuldasha’s right hoof. The black hoof was caked in a layer of crud and ash. Kamri worked her tongue across the entire surface, slowly removing the dirt and grit. The elf continued to Yuldasha’s left hoof doing the same.

A few minutes went by of her lapping Yuldasha’s hooves clean. Her mouth dusted and throat scratchy. The foul taste of it all bathing her tongue as she eventually left behind a gleaming polish.

“Hmm, not to bad I suppose.” Yuldasha said with a grin on her face.

Kamri looked up pathetically at her master. The elf sat back, resting on her knees. The elf’s throat was now dry as the desert sands that surrounded the fortress. When she opened her mouth to plead the words came out as little more than a painful scratch: “Master please, I beg of you. May I have a sip?”

Yuldasha smiled and handed the elf her glass goblet. Kamri reached up and carefully took the glass from Yuldasha, half expecting a strike or slap from the wicked demon. Her hands trembled as she brought the glass up to her soft lips. Kamri tilted the glass and took a large swig of the clear liquid, Kamri swallowed hard.

Kamri’s eyes suddenly shot open wide in agony, the fluid was not water as she foolishly assumed. Alcoholic vapors shot through her nose. The liquid burning her mouth and throat. Kamri tried to spit out what was left in her mouth. The flavor reminded her of expensive Northern elven liquor. The unmistakable cool crisp refreshing taste followed quickly by the strong alcoholic burn. Kamri wheezed and coughed, trying to extinguish the burning sensation deep in her throat. Yuldasha frowned and shook her head in pity.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, now can they? Tough luck for you I suppose. Now get up! On your feet now!” Yuldasha ordered.

Kamri slowly tried to rise to her feet. Yuldasha impatiently grabbed a hand full of Kamri’s long brown hair, twisted and pulled her up by her long thick locks. Kamri gritted her teeth in pain.

“I have big plans for you my dear. But you’re filthy. You’re coming with me, we need to clean you up.” Yuldasha tightened her grip around Kamri’s hair making sure there was little slack. She pulled the elf close to her side and began walking toward the chamber door.