July 2018 Update

Hello everyone, Sinfulwolf here with a quick update on what’s been going on behind the scenes. I know you’ve all been waiting for more content, and that the wait has been far too long. We all here among the Dominion’s Chain creators know this as well. We apologize for the waiting. So here’s some news to at least give some insight.

For myself, I’ve been away from home working since the end of April. It’s been difficult to get anything down, and for long stretches of time I don’t have access to internet or even my computer. However, Chapter 25 of Shackles of Hate is nearing completion. Currently near 9,000 words and about 16 pages on my word processor (most chapters hit around 19-20 pages). I plan on getting a new chapter out near the start of August.

For Lucien, he’s just gotten a new job and has been slaving away there. Long hours lead to long days lead to long weeks, and with a young one in tow it’s been a pain to get behind the keyboard. Rest assured though he is still working away at not only a new chapter, but also new artwork for you all to enjoy.

Dawn is in much the same boat. Contrary to any rumours, no he’s still not dead. He’s been overworked of late, and hasn’t been able to get cracking despite hopes to have a new chapter out some time ago. He has however found a new proofreader, and work is coming along.

Thank you again for being so patient with us all here. I hope what we can provide in the coming months lives up to the expectations of long waits.

Shackles of Hate. Chapter 24: The Pieces are Moving

With the finely embroidered hood of her cloak pulled up over her head, Lelthina looked just another Elven noble come to secretly indulge in the pleasures of the Rose and Jasmine. It seemed to be growing in popularity the past little while among the newly established court of Driftafay.

Lelthina had her suspicions as to why. Sometimes she questioned whether she should make a stand against this growing trend despite that it would cost her a contact to the enemy. Her ambitions and need to see House Winterstone growing powerful once more however, made her embrace this change.

The more she looked into it the more this cult of Morkate would prove to be useful.

As she made her way to the stairs that would bring her to Belinda’s personal chambers, she saw a door opening. An Elven woman, low born but well off judging by the fine clothes of dark green she wore, emerged from the chamber. With a thumb the woman was dragging a small spot of blood from her chin, and licking it clean.

Turning she noted Lelthina, and smirked without any shame or concern that she would be identified. Lelthina recognized the woman; the Captain of the Rose Wolf company, Sienna Blackwood. With only a small glance the captain continued down the hall as Lelthina paused and pondered the implications.

“Captain,” she finally said, making Sienna stop. She turned, with a look of annoyance on her features that turned to surprise as Lelthina lowered her hood.

“My Lady, I didn’t expect one of your station to be slumming it with us low born folk,” she said, surprise turning to a smirk.

“Call it curiosity captain. Whispers of a dark Goddess. Elven patrons turning their spirits towards her. It wouldn’t do not to know what was happening to my people.”

“Not stop it my lady? Doesn’t seem to me like Eletha would be pleased with that.”

“Seems to me you don’t care what the scrolls of Eletha say, or her priestesses.”

At those words Sienna moved closer. Almost touching the noblewoman. The captain’s tongue slithered along her lips as she leaned inwards. Their breasts grazing. For a heartbeat Lelthina was shocked that this woman could be so brazen.

“No, I don’t my lady. But then, you wouldn’t be here if you did,” Sienna purred. Lelthina watched her a moment. Studied her. Through it Sienna’s arrogant smirk never faded.

“You forget your place captain,” Lelthina said, refusing to give ground despite the utter inappropriateness of Sienna’s actions. The response only made the captain’s lips curl.

“Have I?” she said, shuffling just a bit closer. Their breasts starting to crush together. Lelthina could feel the other woman’s stiff nipples through their garments. She couldn’t let this stand, and without any guards it was in her own hands to reaffirm the duties of this captain.

Snapping her hand upwards she grasped Sienna’s neck. The captain didn’t react, her smile unfaltering. The governess let her nails dig into the other woman’s flesh, and began to push. Sienna was strong, and resisted for just a moment, before letting herself be pushed back. There was respect in her gaze, as if Lelthina had passed some private test.

Shuffling to keep her footing, Sienna was soon at arms length from the noble.

“Apologies my lady,” she said, though she had not let the smirk fall from her features. Only then did Lelthina drop her hand. She wiped her hand off on the skirts of her dress, and pondered the captain. She should be punished, but there was something about her that had piqued Lelthina’s interest.

“Meet me in my chambers at nightfall. I have a proposal for you captain. Do not, keep me waiting,” Lelthina said and saw the first cracks in the captain’s confidence. Another look of surprise, but also a hint of concern.

“Of course my lady,” she said, giving the slightest of bows before turning and walking off. She had not been formally dismissed, but was smart enough to see one for what it was.

Quite possibly a most useful ally. Or merely a dangerous pawn. Time would tell with her.

Lelthina watched the captain leave, not moving until Sienna was around the corner. Let her believe that she was here for the pleasures of flesh. If she turned out to have too loose of lips, then it would be easy to sweep that under the rug. It seemed it wasn’t exactly an unpopular vice among her kind.

The captain out of sight, the envoy turned Governess moved up the stairs to Belinda’s chamber. Reaching the stop of the stairs she let her knuckles rap firmly against the door standing in her way. After only a moment of hesitation the Madame’s voice called out to her, tinged with annoyance.

“Come in then.”

Pulling the door outward, Lelthina stepped within, seeing the woman pulling a wrought iron kettle from her hearth. A glance towards the elf noblewoman was marred by a frown as she made her way towards the table with her slight limp.

“A bit later than I expected. I had the kettle put on when I was told you were approaching,” Belinda said, pouring two clay cups of steaming water before adding the bags of tea. From the scent of it, from somewhere in the south. How the woman managed to have any kind of supply to share in times such as these, Lelthina wasn’t sure.

That bothered her nearly as much as Belinda’s words.

“Spying on my now?” Lelthina said as she took a seat.

“Don’t be so dull. You know full well I’ve been spying on you since you first came in here. Just as you’ve been spying on me. Though, I am curious what kept you.”

“A conversation. Surprisingly fruitful.”

“The captain then. Subtlety is not her forte. I am surprised she’s not been discovered by you folk thus far,” Belinda shrugged, holding her cup close. Letting the steam waft over her face, breathing in the scent.

For her part, Lelthina let her fingertips run along the rim of the cup, watching the other woman. Waiting to see if more information was forthcoming. When it wasn’t, the envoy held in a sigh. The Madame had still tipped more information, though it was likely the woman had fully intended Lelthina to know.

As a threat? As an olive branch? Difficult to tell, as she could see herself pulling both moves and even disguising one as the other.

Lelthina smiled, keeping the sigh down.

“Perhaps not. Though I am more curious why you asked to see me. A touch bold to have one of your girls seek me out,” she said.

“Less bold than going to see you myself. A girl dressed as a servant is easily overlooked. The arrogance of Elves often serves me well,” Belinda said, and Lelthina raised an eyebrow. The only sign of impatience she would let show. Belinda smirked, catching it though.

“I’ve heard from Volgras. Baroness Lillium has agreed to a meeting. Two nights from now at an abandoned farmstead one hour ride north of Innisgar. Be there two hours before midnight,” Belinda said and she smirked. Likely at the look of surprise on Lelthina’s face.

“You may bring a guard of five. She will have two companions with her,” the Madame continued and Lelthina thought over the meaning of the gesture. Lillium was certainly powerful enough that should she wish violence then a mere five guards would not be enough. And it also brought to mind, who exactly she could trust enough to bring.

Two days wasn’t much time. Not to build trust, and very little to actually find someone. Inadvertantly, Lillium had thrown Lelthina for a big disadvantage. Or perhaps she knew well what she was doing. Lelthina had to admit, she didn’t care for how little she knew of Lillium’s abilities with politics and subterfuge.

“Tell her I agree to the terms,” Lelthina said and Belinda laughed, the sound and expression deepening some of the lines on her face.

“I don’t tell her anything. She’s the harbinger, I’m a mere pawn in this great game of Gods and Demonic conquerors.”

“There is no game of Gods. Only ambitions. Gods are pieces to play for those who know how to,” Lelthina said, and Belinda smirked.

“Tell me something governess. Nobles often must keep up the appearance of devoutness. Why are you so quick to throw your dice upon Morkate?”

“Morkate is a new piece. I’m eager to add it to my side of the board. Besides, how better to wrest control away from your enemies and ensure loyalty then with a God?”

“I like you governess, despite being an Elf, so I’ll give you this warning. Be very careful. Your wish has been granted and you’re now dealing with someone much more dangerous than any of your political pieces.”

Taking a slow sip of her tea, Lelthina studied Belinda.

“She’s your harbinger. Shouldn’t you be revering her?”

“One blindly reveres Lillium when they don’t value their own freedom any longer. Beware you don’t fall into her snares.”

Rising from her seat, Lelthina carefully set her cup down. She studied the Madame a moment, who merely looked back at her. Cup of tea steaming in her hands, expression entirely neutral.

“Of course. Should you falter… it’s one step closer for the Elves,” Belinda said, and only then let the corner of her lips curl upwards. Lelthina didn’t bother to ask what they would be getting closer to.

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Sitting on the cold stone floor, her back against the wall, Sarya stared at the small hole opposite her. Her chains were longer now, giving her some movement around the cell, and a bed of straw in burlap had been given to her. It wasn’t comfortable, but at least it kept her off the chill floor. Aela had at least kept her word thus far.

Food had edible, and delivered with some regularity. But she was still a prisoner, and she did not expect good treatment. So days passed, counted only by the evening visits from Aela and the arrival of breakfast. Given as a bowl of gruel by a bored looking Helot who didn’t speak to her save a few grunts. Likely annoyed he didn’t get to ravage her like the other prisoners. Sarya had heard the screams from various other cells. Worse, eventually screams turned to moans.

But the dungeons were silent today. She played with a small stone, rolling it around under the pad of her finger as she stared, unsure of what she would do when Lillium arrived. She would eventually, Aela had promised it more than once through their multiple conversations.

Conversations and very near sexual pleasures. But Aela always left without fulfilling Sarya’s needs. The last time she had left her mewling and whimpering, gasping for pleasures from tongue, fingers, toys, cock… anything. But she hadn’t gotten it. Still the former Centurion revelled in it. Felt herself growing closer to a Goddess that many thought gone. And now… now saw a new rise in her enemies.

“Are they enemies though?” Sarya asked to the empty cell if only to hear something that wasn’t a droplet of water striking stone. She leaned her head back against the stone wall, bringing her eyes to the stone roof. Just for a change in cracked stone.

Stone. Stone. So much fucking stone. Putting the heels of her palms to her forehead she rubbed and let out an annoyed grunt.

About to stand, the sudden clicking footsteps caught her attention, and stilled the movement before it began. Tapping across the floor as they moved closer, slow and deliberate. They stopped just outside the door to Sarya’s cell. Silence for a few heartbeats, and Sarya knew she was being toyed with. Knew who was unlocking the door as the centurion listened to the clicking metal. She stared, waiting to see the Baroness of Volgras.

As the door opened, Sarya could only see the vague silhouette of her captor in the shadows of the hallway. Red eyes near glowing as they stared at the naked Centurion on the floor.

“I’ve been waiting days. A few more moments isn’t going to terrify me,” Sarya said to the figure, earning herself a low laugh that seemed lacking any real mirth.

Lillium stepped into the room, the black leather of her garments glinting in the light of the cell’s single torch. As her heels of bone clicked against the stone, Sarya felt a chill crawling up her spine. Shuffling closer towards the wall she suddenly did feel nervousness. Flashes of the battlefield where she’d nearly slain this creature slipping across her mind.

“I doubt much could terrify you,” the vampiric succubus’s voice like black silk. Slowly she strode across the cell, and Sarya was reminded of a cat, toying with its prey. “Me least of all, you did after all nearly snuff out my existence.”

Looking up at the warrior turned demon, Sarya steeled herself. Waiting for whatever was to come next. Kneeling, Lillium ran the tips of her claws along Sarya’s outer thigh, working upwards towards her ribs.

“You failed of course, and now you’re at my mercies. I’ve been advised to bring you into my court of course. It seems you’ve made an impression while I was gone,” Lillium said, her lips now inches from Sarya’s ear. Her claws having now reached her neck. Tracing along her jugular. The succubus was calm, not a hint of anger or even arousal despite the sensual teasing.

That had Sarya’s heart pounding, her eyes widening as she stared ahead again. Felt the tip of Lillium’s tongue trailing along her cheek. The saliva quickly cooling as she blew on it, her fingers leaving from Sarya’s throat.

“They tell me you already worship Morkate. Back when her name was recalled in cults in the Goldulin Empire. Secret basements… and the Empress’s chambers,” she said, her hand grasping at Sarya’s knee. Claws digging into the skin around it, forcing her thighs open.

“Is that why you hated me so?” Lillium continued, her fingertips toying with the scars of the bite on the Centurion’s inner thigh.

“Yes,” Sarya admitted, and Lillium grinned, baring her fangs to the woman. Leaning in, letting them graze along Sarya’s neck. Making her gasp softly as finger crept higher up her thigh.

“My people were weak. Yours complacent. Between the Kazdruk and the Coalition, humanity will be crushed into dust. Forgotten amongst the annals of history. So me and you, will give up our own humanity to carve a new empire from the rubble of this war,” Lillium said, shifting herself behind Sarya.

“An empire of your own. Quite the ambition,” Sarya made herself say, even as fingers dragged now towards the entrance of her sex. Teasing at wet folds as arousal pushed fear entirely to the side. As Sarya came to realize what a creature she had once set herself against.

“Far too lofty for my tastes. No, that’s where you come in my dear Centurion. Not just to train my soldiers. But to shatter the cage that holds your empress,” Lillium said, and Sarya’s head snapped to the side to regard the succubus, before a moan burst out from her lips as fingers drove themselves up inside her cunt. Her back arched, and she felt a breast pressing firmly into the palm of her captor.

“Oh yes Sarya she lives. In the bowels of the Spire. The Empress Nera. The Cozlak clan is gone, Goldulin is nothing more than embers. We will build something new for her to rule. Forged from the failures of our forebears,” the succubus continued, now thrusting into Sarya, pulling moans from her former enemy. The woman writhing in Lillium’s clutches.

“Darkness is where we’ll find not just survival. It’s where we’ll find victory,” Lillium purred, and bit down into Sarya’s shoulder. Fangs sinking deep into flesh. Blood blossoming into her lips as she feasted, listening to Sarya’s moans of approval. A trickle of crimson running down towards her untouched breast.

“Then, my sword is yours. Baroness,” Sarya managed through her moans, her head leaning back, her hand reaching to clutch in Lillium’s locks. Her hips starting to thrust as she gave herself to the very woman she had fought so hard against. In that moment she felt all her atrocities were justified. She felt like she had emerged through a web of lies to see clarity for the first time since Goldulin had fallen.

Lillium pulled her fangs free. Crimson dripping from the pearl tips, smeared across black lips. Her fingers though didn’t stop, working Sarya higher into sexual bliss. She had never asked, she had taken. But Sarya had given anyway.

Licking at the wound she had made, knowing Sarya would have another small set of scars in the future, the succubus tasted at her new follower’s life. Another piece moved upon the board. Taken from her foes to be set against them.

“I will take your humanity Sarya. You will serve Morkate, and the Empress.”

The centurion’s only reply was the deep moan as her orgasm had her eyes rolling back and toes curling as heels dragged across the floor. Lillium licked her lips of blood. In two days she would meet this Lelthina.

The time was nearly upon them, and her own revenge was near at hand.

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Looking down at the map in the table, Mikel watched as one of his lieutenants jammed a knife into a place in their northern fortifications. He struggled to think of the clan that held that portion of the Wall. He had gotten the reports of the Kazdruk that had appeared from a green mist. Now they were making their own barricades and crude fortifications. Some new unit… or Talon as they seemingly called themselves.

Mersax. That was the clan.

Rubbing at his beard, absently thinking that he needed a shave soon, Mikel tried to think. This development was deeply concerning. Rubbing at his forehead, feeling greasy hair against his palm, he studied the drawings that indicated the front fortifications.

“Why are we bothering holding this land if they can just… appear where ever they want? How do we fight that?” a captain of the Gunnskal clan was saying, thumbing the blade of the axe hanging at her hip.

“Because we have to. If the Kazdruk get full control of this coast, then they can ferry in as many soldiers as they need to storm through our lands. Here, at least they can’t get as many numbers against us,” another captain, Eadlax clan, said with arms crossed over his chest.

“Well, seems they can just ignore that now. We’ve lost our advantage,” the Gunnskal captain replied.

“Not so sure we have,” Mikel said, and the others looked upwards to him. Some with confusion, some with hope. He’d led them through so much so far. He’d only wished the elves would send him some more damn reinforcements. Some parts of the line were getting far too thin on manpower.

“Commander? What exactly are you talking about?” the Gunskal captain asked.

“The Kazdruk appeared in front of the fortifications. That means they can’t just land them where ever they want. Whether it’s an open field, or observers or both, I don’t know. But they have limitations,” Mikel said, and turned to his head engineer. He was busy cleaning grit from under his fingernails with a thin knife. A small slip had him wincing and sucking on the edge of his thumb as it bled. Until he noticed everyone was staring at him.

“Are the second line fortifications ready?”

“Aye sir. And the miners have reported they got their tunnels dug and the barrels of pig fat are stored away.”

Looks of confusion crossed everyone’s features, as Mikel turned back to them. He jammed his finger onto the map.

“This is the plan. We fall back to the second line here in the tree line. Leave a skeleton guard up on the walls, try and get the Kazdruk’s attention. Lure them into an attack. Then have them pull back as well and be ready to defend yourselves. The engineers all have their instructions,” Mikel said, using his finger to indicate movements.

The Gunskal captain was smirking, though the other lieutenants seemed lost.

“The woods should help prevent them from appearing amidst us, if my theory is correct. If I’m wrong, we’ll be far too dead to care,” Mikel said, and there was some chuckling from his officers. Leaning now on the table, he looked at them. Watched their faces, looking for doubt. Instead there was just some confusion.

That was alright. The common soldier didn’t need to know. Best to keep this close to the chest, in case someone preferred the Kazdruk leash.

“Step up the patrols. Our supply lines have been getting raided by the Helots from Volgras, and others that have managed to set up camps behind out lines. I don’t need them calling in a proper army behind us. Stay vigilant, stay strong out there. And pray to Oan, that we get out of this one,” he said, and the officers all nodded at him before slipping out from the tent.

One they were gone, Mikel looked to his chief engineer. “How long for those walls and towers to collapse?”

“Minutes,” the engineer replied and Mikel nodded.

“It’ll be time soon enough. Get your men ready.” Mikel said, getting a gesture of affirmation before he left the tent himself. Breathing in the fresh air, savouring it after the musk of all the unbathed officers that had been crowded in his tent, he watched the last glow of the sun on the horizon.

“Oan please let as many of these soldiers get out of this as you can. Let me be your hand in that at least,” he said, before bowing his head.

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The sun was starting to peak above the horizon, and the mists still clung to the land. Miles north of their camp at Thorlgruz, the ten strong Scytar hunting party kept low as they moved through the trees searching for food.

It had been days since the battle. The freed slaves still needed help, but the warriors were becoming restless. The Shaman wanted to stay and help, but the Serok was pushing for them to move on. It wasn’t good to see the two at odds, and Layli had wanted to stay in case the Serok became too pushy.

However, reports of a small spot of strange green mist that had appeared and vanished the day before had given the Shaman cause to send Layli out to investigate. So here she was, wearing a hide vest and leather pants as she moved between the trees. It was unfamiliar terrain for most of the Scytarran hunters. It reminded Layli of the Zelkathorn jungles though, and she felt comfortable in the shadows of the large trees and the concealment of the undergrowth. Though at least the danger here was from enemies, and less so the wildlife.

So she hoped anyway.

Following the padded down vegetation of an animal’s trail, the hunters moved in silence. Communicating only with hand signals, each message had to be relayed to those out of view. Towards the rear, Layli watched as the lead hunter’s hand went up for all to stop. Lifting herself slightly from her crouch, she saw the man drawing the string of his bow back, and arrow nocked.

Ahead of him, four deer. Three of them gently grazing, the other looking towards them, not quite realizing what was happening. In the utter silence, Layli could hear her own heart. Slow and steady in her chest, until she noted the deer looking upwards. Her own gaze followed.

In the boughs of the mighty trees towering above them, where only flickers of the morning sunlight could get through to light the way, she saw something odd. A shadow, moving against the light. As if watching them. Then it leapt down. It was living.

“Above,” she shouted, the deer spooking and tearing off, the loosed arrow from the hunter missing.

The shadow crashed into him, pinning him to the ground. vague wing like shapes slicing forward. Blood sprayed outwards as a second hunter’s head was taken from her shoulders. The lead hunter was gurgling, blood bubbling at his lips and foaming around something that had pierced his back.

Nocking an arrow, Layli drew and loosed towards the shape, only to watch it snap and fall to the ground. Other arrows snapped against those shadowy wings, the sound of steel hitting steel sounding in the forest. Then the creature lunged forward. A nearby hunter, tried to lunge away, only to get her arm severed just below the shoulder.

As she clutched at the stump she screamed in pain. Blood gushed around her fingers as the shade moved past her to another hunter. What might have been an arm shot out, and pierced into the next victim’s chest. He coughed twice, blinking in shock as others tried to shoot the creature.

“Aim away from the wings,” someone shouted, his voice tense, on the verge of panic.

Soundless the creature moved again. Low to the ground the wings scythed beside it. The speaker screamed out as his legs were cut free at the knees, before shadow burst out through his chest.

“Pull back towards the wagons. We need to get into the light,” another man called out as he loosed another arrow that pinged uselessly off steel.

Taking a quick look, Layli counted only five still standing. She gritted her teeth, and watched the shadow, arrow nocked. It moved so fast, pausing only when it took down a hunter. Only then could she start to make out that vague humanoid shape of it.

Shuffling to the side, she moved partially behind a tree. The other hunters doing much the same. The creature twisted in the centre of the five standing Scytarrans. Searching amongst them. For a moment, Layli saw it’s eyes. Red amidst the shadows. A quick flash gone before her mind had fully registered its existence.

Had it recognized her?

It sprung off again, launching itself towards another hunter. Now that she had some idea of its shape, it’s movements, she could aim. As its wings swiped, bark snapped off the tree the monster’s target hid behind. The man fell back, eyes wide with terror.

Layli loosed. Her arrow flew through the air, and she was rewarded with a screech of pain. A very feminine screech as the shadows rolled over the creature. Giving glimpses of flesh and metal and leather. Blood seeped and dripped from its calf as it spun and glared at Layli. There were hints of a face that might have been beautiful.

“Now,” Layli called to the others that still stood. Peaking out from behind trees, they loosed their own arrows.

The shade managed to deflect two of them. Hints of metal showed on the wings as the arrows hit them. But one embedded itself into the attacker’s lower back, and another hit her shoulder. She screeched in pain. Driving one hunter to his knees as he clutched at his ears.

Her own ears ringing, Layli nocked another arrow, this time aiming for the shade’s face. Despite her wounds though, it lunged off to the side, making Layli’s shot go wide. The hunter it grasped hadn’t been expecting the attack as claws dug into his neck. She pulled his throat out in a gush of torn flesh and blood. The wings scissored, and split the man in two.

As the two halves fell into a messy pile of spilled entrails, Layli loosed one last arrow, this one lodging itself into the woman’s shoulder blade. Another ear grating screech filled the forest. But, Layli noted how her wing drooped. Useless. The shadows peeling back more, showing raw unhealed flesh. The stench of rot reaching her nose.

Another arrow nocked and drawn, but now the creature was lunging at Layli. Seemingly flying just above the ground. One wing swiped towards Layli, who dived to the side. Felt the sweep of metal just above her head. But now the thing was above her, crouched and using it’s injured wing as a shield while the others loosed their own arrows at it.

“If you come willingly, I will let these others live. The mistress wanted you alive, there was no need for you to have all your limbs,” the creature said, her voice far more sensual than Layli expected for such a monstrosity.

“Stop,” Layli shouted to the others. They all paused as they were, two of them with bows drawn. They stared at the scene before them. The bleeding creature of metal fused into raw flesh, towering above the shawrapaht.

Slowly, Layli uncurled her fingers from her bow, and held up her hands in a sign of submission. In the corners of her vision she saw draw strings relaxing, the surviving hunters unsure of what to make of what was happening.

“Wise, most wise,” the creature said, reaching downwards and grasping Layli’s vest. She pulled, lifting the shawrapaht from the ground.

“This time. For it certainly was not so wise to challenge my mistress so,” the creature said, grinning down at her captive, showing the glint of metal fangs. “So pretty too… elf blood even.”

Eyes moved to the opened cleavage, to the pointed ears. Slowly savouring the view. Then it pulled Layli sharply upwards, showing surprising strength. Lifting the Scytar warrior clear off the ground until their faces were inches apart.

“Oh you foolish humans. Why fight? The end is inevitable. Denying yourselves the pleasures to be enthralled by our betters. To become, better,” the creature said, her wings protecting her from the others. “How do you taste, I wonder.”

The monster’s face leaned in, surprisingly soft lips pressing to Layli’s own. The shawrapaht thrust her tongue forward, deepening the kiss immediately. She earned herself a muffled moan of surprise. The tang of blood was on the creature’s lips and tongue. The coldness of metal from her fangs.

Fingers grasping the hilt of her knife, Layli drove it upwards into the creature’s gut. Felt her steel piercing flesh, until she curved upwards and felt the scrape of bone. Another screech filled the air, and the creature released Layli, trying to stand upwards, away from the knife. Having the blade hooked on her ribs though only pulled her downwards, steel grating on bone, opening her lung, as Layli’s back struck the forest floor once more.

Fury filled her eyes, and Layli snapped her other hand upwards, grasping at the creature’s throat. Felt claws digging into her forearm. Blood coursed over her hand, her fingers pushed against the very wound she made as she dug the knife deeper.

With another screech of agony, perhaps even knowing she was to die, the creature swung her one working wing around. Ready to carve into Layli’s form.

Four arrows sank into her now unguarded flesh. The creature’s eyes went wide as strength slipped further from her, falling to her knees. Layli managed to push her to side side, where she fell to her back. Snapping the arrows and driving them deeper. Blood began to bubble at her lips.

Getting to her own feet, listening to their attacker desperately drawing for breath that could not fill her collapsing lung, Layli held her knife before her. She had no witty words this time. Instead kneeling on the creature’s naked chest, and driving her knife upwards under her chin.

As the blade punched through the roof of her mouth, the creature’s eyes glazed over in death. Yanking the blade free, Layli stayed crouched above her fallen foe.

“These Kazdruk. They are more wicked than we had been led to believe. This was once a human woman,” Layli said, using her bloodied knife to indicate the wings. The other hunters had started to gather their own fallen.

“We bring her corpse back to show the Shaman and Serok. That they may know what horrors we could find in the north,” Layli said.

“Whenever we go north,” one of the other hunters said.

“Yes. Whenever we go north,” Layli said, and bent forward, pressing the edge of her blade to the skin above the creature’s ear.

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The journey back to the camp was quiet. While Layli hadn’t known any of the hunters, they had all known each other. Been friends, and seemingly from the tears that one pretended didn’t mark his face, some lovers as well. Leaving behind the seemingly normal world that was the forest at the edge of Kazdruk corrupted territory was worse now after losing half their party.

Into the swirling ash and crimson sands. Under the skies that ever looked of dusk and swirling energies. The Kazdruk corruption had conquered not just the people here, but the spirits of earth. And cut away the gaze of the Gods.

And after one corrupted through bolted metal and twisted flesh, Layli felt only a deeply burning anger. An eagerness to wet her sword in their blood.

Sentries and scouts at the edge of the sprawling War Host camp saw them approaching of course. No horns were blown, but as the party grew closer, the curious gathered to see what meat had been brought back into camp.

By the time the party was close enough to see faces the curiosity was gone. Concern, worry, on their faces. Slowly twisting into sorrow as they registered the smaller numbers. Ten had gone out, five returned. Layli noted one young woman cupping her hands to her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. Before anyone could stop her, she had run off into the depths of the camp.

Whispers carried amongst the throngs that had gathered as they took in the blood smeared hunters that walked along the pathways towards the centre of the camp. Towards the tents of the Serok and the Shaman. They looked at the carefully wrapped bundles in the back of the horse drawn cart, the cloth a damp crimson in spots to show violent ends. They looked at the less carefully wrapped and contorted bundle at the bottom. Tossed on without care.

Of course, they all saw the long locks of hair flap of bloody skin tied to Layli’s belt. There were whispers about the scalp, and wonders why there was only one.

Word had moved through the camp quickly. Between runners and the spreading whispers of the watching crowds. By the time the cart had reached the centre, the Serok and Shaman were both waiting for the party of hunters. Warriors gathered around, and a hush settled over the crowd. Layli glanced to the side, noting Enwa standing just beside Behdin. Her eyes wide as she looked from Layli to the cart.

No words were spoken as the Scytar dead were removed carefully from the cart. Laid off to the side that the Shaman and his Sagird could perform the proper rites upon them. Those watching bowed their heads, pressing their right fist to left shoulder. With no moutains for miles, the bodies would be laid out upon small mounds for the spirits to reclaim their flesh, and the Gods to take their spirits.

Then, slowly, eyes turned towards Layli as she moved to the back of the cart. Without the care displayed to their own dead, she grasped the misshapen corpse that remained and hauled it off, letting ti slam heavily into the ground at the feet of the Shaman and Serok. Without waiting on comment, she pulled the canvas from the corrupted creature that had attacked them in the forest.

Out in the open, to show metal bolted into flesh. A once beautiful woman turned into a mockery of her people. It looked more grotesque from the wounds of battle, and the gleaming skull were once silken locks had hung.

All that could see stared in horror. Layli looked up at Behdin, watching the aging man’s reactions. For a moment he was still, before he bent down, taking two handfuls of earth. When he stood he looked to the sky. To the Gods above. When his eyes dropped back to the people, there was fury there.

“The Kazdruk have soiled the skies with their unnatural practices. They have tainted the earth with their perversions. And now, it seems they will also corrupt our flesh with their wickedness,” he began, and people nodded.

“As many of you know, I wanted to remain here. To aid those that have tasted the lash of these demons. That we might cleanse the lands. But I was wrong. The Kazdruk must not be left alone. Their lives cannot continue. I bow to the Serok in this now. And will follow him north to war,” Behdin said, letting the sand he had picked up drift through his fingers. He turned then, and gave a small bow to the Serok. “Serok Serikbek. The Gods and Spirits need their realms cleaned.”

Serikbek stepped ahead and drew his sword holding it high into the air. He spoke, letting his voice carry across the camp.

“We wash this world with the blood of the Kazdruk, and the blood of the corrupted. Let none say we sat idly by as the world was consumed. So sharpen your blades, and string your bows. We march again. Flesh to blood!”

“Bone to dust,” the many thousands of warriors cried out, sorrow turning to a burning rage. A blood lust rising amongst them. Layli felt herself swept up in it, spittle on her lips as she shouted out. Eager to once more bury her arrows into the invader.

The Serok’s sword came down, and severed the corrupted woman’s head. Holding it high, Serikbek looked over his people. The Scytarran war host chanted their battle cries, those not warriors pumping their fists into the air.

Death was coming to the north.

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For Lelthina, the two days given by Lillium had gone by startlingly fast. A rush to find to trust enough to take with her. Though trust was not the right word. It was a word that tasted strange on her tongue and didn’t feel comfortable in her mind. No, she had been looking for those she would know would not betray her.

Captain Sienna had been her first choice, as she needed Pharno back in Driftafay.

It was with some surprise though, at how easy Sienna had been convinced. The woman was not a subtle woman by Elven standards, but her joys of carnal pleasures and bloodshed had been easy enough to sway her. She had even brought along four of her own soldiers that she trusted.

How an Elf in any position of authority could so easily use that word was still beyond Lelthina.

After departing during the day with Lelthina telling the collected nobles of Driftifay that she intended to see what remained of the farmland, it had been easy to bring along a bodyguard of soldiers. Night had fallen, and Lelthina had a story of hiding from Kazdruk patrols ready to sell to explain her lateness.

So here they were at the indicated farmstead, with a small dwelling, a well and a barn with too large of gaps between the boards. The fields had been untended for sometime, and the garden off to the side was overgrown with weeds.

The wind wasn’t strong, but it was enough to snap a loose window frame open and closed. She looked around, as her horse nervously whinnied. The farmstead did indeed look abandoned, for there was no sign of Lillium or her companions. No horses, no lights, no shapes waiting in the shadows.

“Perhaps we are early,” one of the soldiers said, keeping a firm grip on his horse’s reins, keeping the mount from moving too much. Lelthina glanced back to him, then to Sienna, who wore her typical smirk as she looked about.

“No. She is here. The horses know. We are being watched,” the captain said, returning Lelthina’s gaze.

The governess dismounted then, walking her own mare close to the barn. Thankful to be out of the saddle, for her rear was already getting sore. She handed the reins off to one of the soldiers, ignoring his raised eyebrow as he tied his and her own mounts to a horizontal post.

Not fully sure what was expected of her, Lelthina began towards the front door of the cottage, Sienna falling in behind her. The others spread out, hands never straying far from their weapons.

Ten paces from the cottage the door swung open. A blonde elf peered out from the darkness within, though her skin was so pale. And her clothing little more than strips of leather wrapped around her form. Despite her breasts and groin being covered, Lelthina could not call the garb modest.

“Mistress awaits within,” she said, stepping aside from the door and gesturing. Sienna whispered something to her soldiers then, and with perfect discipline they moved to guard the entrance. Their eyes watching as Sienna entered with Lelthina.

It was dark inside, but vague shapes of gray were starting to form, just barely letting the two elven women navigate within. A much larger shape moved, the hint of wings in the shadows. Before either could react, flint was struck. The spark almost blinding after such darkness. A long thin stick was lit, the small little flame struggling to push back darkness.

Lelthina could see clawed pale hands moving, carrying the flame towards candles arrayed upon the table. Slowly, with each one lit, Lillium was revealed. White skinned, clad in leather skirts and corset. Cleavage and the muscle of an experienced warrior on display. She was beautiful, and terrible at once. The curl of her lips not quite a smile, even as it hinted at the tip of a fang.

“Lelthina of the House Winterstone. What a surprise to hear you wanted to talk,” she said, her accent certainly from the human clans to the south of here. But there was a silken touch to it that made it foreign, enticing. She lifted her fingers and put out the small flame on her stick, leaving the four candles of the table to give some light to their conversation.

“I have had some revelations made clear to me. Of your loyalties,” Lelthina replied, noting the shape of the leather clad elf, and another figure, standing in the shadows behind the succubus. She was happy to know as well that Sienna had back up a few steps, putting herself on equal footing.

“Which whisper drives you to seek your enemy? That I plan to betray the Kazdruk? That I will save the Coalition? That I might even bow before the elves again?”

“That you seek to burn the coalition and drive out the Kazdruk.”

Lillium smiled properly now, nodding her head slowly. “A good whisper then. There are pieces missing from your picture, but you know enough of the puzzle. But I wonder, what of your puzzle. What brings you to me, knowing I seek your end?”

“A common foe. And a willingness to burn down what has clearly failed. The Coalition is too rooted in blood lines and old feuds. Better to let it break. Yet… that is but part of the picture,” Lelthina said, giving the succubus her own smile.

“You know how to speak, I’ll grant you that. Elves, ever ambitious. You want the crown, and need help with the inevitable civil war of house Winterstone,” Lillium said, and Lelthina had to guess the succubus was merely making an educated guess. The corrupted warrior was leaning forward now, her claws slowly sinking into the top of the table, and Lelthina couldn’t help but feel her eyes drawn to Lilium’s cleavage. The succubus just smiled.

“Clever. Though I wonder if that means the Kazdruk chose well… or poorly? You speak the truth of it, but I have more. A truce. No raiding or attacks upon Driftafay, and your forces may enter and leave the city freely. Trade can start again,” Lelthina said, and reached upwards, running a finger along the dipping neckline of her dress. Deepening, showing more of the smooth skin of her breasts. The succubus let her eyes slowly dip. It was far from a mere stolen glance. Despite herself, Lelthina felt herself attracted to this creature of darkness. She started to see why so many followed her.

“In return. We aid your patrols against Coalition forces. And, I give you Princess Telva Winterstone to do as you will.”

Lillium’s fingers clenched harder at the mention of that name. Cracks spreading from her claws in the wood. Something close to a snarl lifted a lip.

“There is one more thing I require,” Lillium said, a thread of fury in her voice. She stood then, the table lifting slightly and clattering against the floor as she pulled her fingers free. Lelthina paused, a bit surprised that the woman’s rage to Telva wasn’t enough. She had overestimated Lillium’s need for vengeance.

“When the time comes. It may be weeks, it may be months, but I will occupy Driftafay for a time. Not permanently, but it is the most fitting place for my plans,” she said, moving around the table, her claws dragging along the wooden top. Furrows dug themselves into the wood. She moved until she was standing just beside Lelthina, making the elf have to turn to regard the warrior that stood above her.

“Agreed,” Lelthina said, and held out her hand, knowing better than to question what hidden motives Lillium had.

The succubus grasped that hand and pulled Lelthina close. Their bodies touching, silk against leather. Warm breath cascading over the cool skin of the vampiric creature that towered above her. Sienna was silent in the shadows, but Lelthina could feel the elf captain’s eyes boring into the scene. To see this harbinger of her new Goddess.

It was now, in this moment, feeling her dress being pulled off, feeling physically helpless, that she understood the draw of Morkate. Her heart pounding as she let herself be exposed to her enemy’s eyes. As a hand grasped her rear, squeezing tight, she felt herself pushed back. Naked skin on the gouged table as Lillium hovered over her. Long dark hair trailing over bared skin. Lillium bent her head downwards, those starkly black lips wrapping around a nipple. Letting her tongue tease it.

Lelthina looked down at the display, a soft moan spilling from her lips as she remember Belinda’s warning. But couldn’t find it in herself to act against Lillium. Instead finding her legs wrapping over her hips, crossing at the back of the succubus’s thighs. Feeling her skin rubbing against the coarse leather of the succubus’s skirts as Lillium began to grind firmly against the Elven noble. Feeling leather now against the slickness of her cunt.

Slowly, Lillium tilted her head upwards. To see the lust in Lelthina’s eyes. Lelthina herself surprised by how badly she needed this. Her fingers digging into the shoulder straps of Lillium’s corset. The succubus smiled, her tongue slowly running in circles around an engorged nipple. A slick trail in its wake.

She lowered her head slightly, until her fangs pressed against soft flesh. Lelthina bit her lip, something between fear and arousal in her mind. She felt anticipation, but wondered how she was going to come back from this moment.

Lillium bit down, and Lelthina screamed. Lost on the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain as she felt fangs piercing into her breast. Hot blood flowing out for the harbinger to sup upon her essence. Her eyes rolled back, Lillium’s hands gliding down the elf’s sides to rest at her waist. Pulling down to increase the friction of leather against the wet folds of her cunt.

Moans filled the cottage as the deal with the shadows was made. Tongue dragging over crimson slick skin.

When she pulled back, Lillium let her tongue slither once more. Moving across the holes she had made in the governess’s breast. Soft trickles of blood ran from the wounds, and Lelthina panted, near desperate. Then came the hand at her throat. Pressing into her windpipe, making breathing difficult as she was pulled up. Her breasts now also against leather. The bite stinging as the edges ran along the stitching running along the edges of the cups.

Lips found lips, and Lelthina could taste the almost metallic tang of her own blood. Her tongue eagerly seeking entrance, before the succubus trapped her lower lip between her teeth, letting it fold in front of her fangs. Lelthina groaned, then felt herself pushed back onto the table. Claws between her breasts as she panted.

Lillium stood above her, eyes closed, tongue running over her lips. A soft sound of enjoyment sounding in her throat, then she glared down at Lelthina.

“Bring Telva to Volgras. Then, we can finish what we started here,” Lillium promised, her two concubines gliding through the shadows and leaving the cottage. Sienna might have struck then, ended this threat. But the captain didn’t move, and Lelthina was breathless as she stared upwards.

Claws dragged across the elf’s chest, threatening to break skin and leaving dark red trails between Lelthina’s breasts. Then Lillium turned, her wings whistling in the air before she slipped out from the cottage and into the night, leaving both elves in silence.

Her heart pounding, breasts rising and falling heavily, loins aching, Lelthina couldn’t bring herself to get dressed just yet. She had let Lillium leave with the advantage. Had let her set the theme for their future meetings. She understood the warning that Belinda had given her now. Truly understood. Worse, she wasn’t sure she could fight it.

“Captain. Remember when I told you that you had forgotten your place?”

“Quite clearly my lady,” Sienna said, even her voice carrying that smirk that couldn’t be seen in the shadows.

“I changed my mind.”

The response was the sound of armour buckles being undone.

Shackles of Hate. Chapter 23: The Board is Set

The image to Thorlgruz went dark, and Aeltha stared at the swirling mists in her orb for a moment. She didn’t move, just stared with rage tearing through her mind. First the failure with the Gan’ra worm, right in front of Yuldasha no less. Now, this. Her fingers tapped along the top of thigh high boots as she stared, struggling to rein in her thoughts. To collect her emotions.

Likely she was the only one who knew of Thorlgruz’s fall at the moment. She would have to be the one to report it to Yuldasha. That their biggest grip on Del Helshan was gone. It meant Volgras was cut off from support, though Aeltha had to admit that Lillium seemed to be thriving with little official support. Niseht had been relaying plenty of information of bolstered troops in the castle. Where was the self titled Baroness getting all of her helots?

Forcing out a breath, Aeltha stood, looking over towards the pair of Elven slaves Velkra had delivered the day before. Strapped to tables standing on end, forced to face one another. Thick tubes ran from needles jammed into their shoulders, into large glass cylinders filled with Kazdruk blood. Or, had been, but it was mixed with their own now, cycling through their veins with the help of a device similar to a blacksmith’s bellows. The Elven whores pumped them now, their faces ones of fatigue having kept up the steady motions for hours now.

They wouldn’t dare speak out though. Especially not now. Aeltha could at least count on the twisted loyalties of the broken minded.

Turning to her workbench she grabbed a deep green crystal and held it up to her eyes. Inspecting it, ensure there were no flaws in its construction. It was so very similar to that which fuelled their dimension ripping engines that had allowed them to transport to this world years ago. But Yuldasha wanted to travel across this world. Difficult, different calculations, different levels of power. But, she believed she had it now.

A spark of nervousness twisted her gut. She hadn’t been ready to show it off yet. But between the Gan’ra and Thorlgruz, she needed something to succeed, less she see her own favour in the Spire falter. Even the High Sorceress could find herself expendable in the Kazdruk court. Likely because Yuldasha knew she herself was expendable in the Matriarch’s eyes.

“Disconect the needles, let their bodies recover for the next stage. I need you two to go fetch Lillium, wherever she’s been lurking. Bring her to the portal chamber, and once she’s there, go find Velkra and her Talon. Tell them all, they’ll be leaving for Del Helshan,” Aeltha commanded of the two.

They nodded at once, and quickly stopped pressing on the bellows. Carefully removing the needles from the two subjects. While one bandaged the shoulders of the only partially conscious women, the other wiped the thick needles clean and sheathed them in flexible leather cases. Then scurried away, like frightened rodents.

They sensed their mistress’s still seething anger.

Walking through the halls of the spire, making her way to Yuldasha, the High Sorceress was a twisted mix of nervousness and rage. How quickly things could crumble in Kazdruk society. If only she had been in Thorlgruz.

She waved the thoughts away with a physical flick of the hand. Thinking on what if’s would get her nowhere. A problem had been laid before her, and like any other she now had to handle it. Get the facts, find the solution. Her mind began to spin and weave. Dancing subject to subject as she calmed herself.

If she could create a conduit across the fabric of the world and not through it, then the invasion of Dal Markaan could start. Fresh troops and supplies could get to Del Helshan. Volgras could be reinforced.

Aeltha paused in the hallway. Her brows furrowing into a frown. Volgras was already getting reinforced. Lillium was managing it somehow. And now she had Yuldasha believing her a submissive pawn. Had the Talons believing her weak and her reputation undeserved thanks to her seemingly one sided fight with Luzella. Aeltha needed more facts, it seemed Niseht would be departing again soon.

What did Velkra think of the succubus though? That one seemed more brains than brawn at times. She too played well at being submissive, but her ambitions were just as grand. She played the game well. Did she want to become a knightess? Or perhaps a High Marshall? Velkra could be trusted to serve her own ends, and Aeltha had some idea to what those ends were.

Lillium though.

Lillium was a problem. Aeltha didn’t know what her ends were. Or where her loyalties lay.

“Bah,” she let out the sound and entered the small room that would teleport her along the spire. The basis of her current experiments, if only the sorcerer who designed it had left notes, books even. But it remained mostly a mystery anymore.

As she stepped forward, ready to be propelled before Yuldasha, her minds slipped back to Thorlgruz. To the lithe warrior in the strange armour she’d seen in the Orb. Let her mind pick at the details. Broader shoulders than any elf she’d seen, but those pointed ears. A half-breed then. Rare, but not unheard of.

Worse though, those pious and prudish bastards would likely be using her perverted cathedral to pray. To kneel and worship that foolish God of theirs, Oan. It was an insult to add to the injury.

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A deep moan filled the tent as Layli’s fingers dug into the rug beneath her. One hand held her hip as the man behind her drove his cock into her slick cunt. He savoured the motions under his palm. Watching the tight muscles of her back moving as she drove her hips back, to meet those thrusts. The other hand dragged nails along her shoulder blade. Their flesh meeting in wet slaps.

“If you fight like you fuck, the Gods must have won the battle for us,” Layli teased despite the moans that spilled from her lips.

A deep laugh from behind her, as nails dragged along her flesh, leaving dark red trails. It fell away, only to return in a harsh slap to her ass. Earning another hungry moan from Layli, who dug her fingers harder into the rug, pushing it into the dirt beneath. The fine fibres brushing her palms.

Another firm spank to her ass, before that hand slid along her belly. Higher it rose, pulling the shawrapaht upwards as well. Soon her fellow warrior fondled her breast with her back to his chest. She could feel his nipples, even as his fingers closed in to pinch her own.

Pulling free from inside her, her dragged his cock in the cleft of her rear. Turning her head she grinned at him, raking nails down his sides until she grasped her cheeks. Spreading them open as he fondled her, he pushed himself inside her tight ass.

There was a slight flare of pain as her flesh adjusted to his own. Lubed by her own arousal the warrior sank his entire length into her rear. As his hips began to pick up speed again, his hand climbed her chest. Fingers settled around her throat, forearm pressing tightly to her breast.

Letting her eyes close, focusing on the sensations across her flesh. The warrior behind her, still smelling of horse and battle, let his hips slap against her ass. Balls striking her thighs as he thrust into her rear. She moaned hungrily, reaching up and grasping one of his hands. Her nails dug into his skin, and she dragged his hand across her sweat slick skin. Downwards, across the hard ridges of her belly to the wetness of her cunt.

Callused fingers pinched her clit, and her hips drove forward. An instinctive reaction, to get more of that intense sensation. Mouth hanging open, Layli let her moans of pleasure fill the tent as her lover grunted in her ear. Savouring that sharp sensation of cock spreading her open. Their bodies moved together, skin rubbing against skin. Her fingers dragging through his thick locks, nails sharp against his scalp.

The smell of sex, of sweat filled their noses but went ignored as they focused on the pleasure the other offered.

Layli came first. Her hungry moan cut short as the warrior’s fingers tightened around her throat. Breath pulled from her as her mind burned with the pleasure. Her juices streaming down her thighs, over his eager fingers. Guiding her into the heights of climax.

Not until she’d descended, panting and glistening with sweat, did he cum. His thrusts pausing, cock shooting ropes of his hot seed into her. He clutched her tight, finally stilling them as he emptied himself into her. She let out a soft moan as she felt it all. Another as he slowly pulled his softening length from inside. The sticky head dragging along the insides of her cheeks and striking the back of her thigh.

He slowly stood, going to the bucket of water near one of the four central poles of his tent. Layli groaned, rolling onto her back. She could feel the man’s cum slowly oozing from her ass, and knew he’d have to clean later. Propping herself on an elbow, she watched the warrior dipping a cup into the bucket and drink. Rivulets of spilled water running quickly over his sweat slick form. Unable to help herself, Layli bit her lip gently.

As he brought his cup down, the warrior noted the look, and his cock stirred. Rising slightly as he raked his gaze over her form.

“I need to save some stamina for my wife,” he said with a smirk, but dipped the cup again and brought it over to Layli. Keeping herself on one elbow she took the offered drink.

“She can always find another to please her. Is that not where she is now?” Layli teased, and the man laughed.

“No. She was unblooded. Besides, she’s been wanting to try for a child,” he said even as his cock continued to slowly rise. At his words though Layli nodded, rising to her feet. The man held up a wet cloth, and Layli nodded, turning her back to him.

“A child conceived in the blood of victory will be a blessed warrior,” Layli said, biting her lip again as she felt the cool wet cloth running over her skin. Cleaning out the spilled seed.

“So we hope. And the lust of a shawrapaht can only help,” he said, gesturing to his firm manhood. Layli had heard of such beliefs before as well. While not the most common, she certainly didn’t complain.

“Well, thank you for the fuck,” she said, laying a hand on his cheek, before finding her bright orange sarong. The man only nodded a farewell as she left the tent, still tying the sheer garment just above her hips as she stepped out into the Scytar camp. She made sure to hit the kefir bag hanging near the front flaps as she left.

They had moved the camp to the edges of Thorlgruz’s strange town. Fabric and tent poles making way to rickety logs and rusted sheets of metal. Whatever could be cobbled together into a shelter. All of it beneath the looming shadow of the namesake cathedral. Layli looked up at the stone monstrosity, wondering how anyone could let themselves be tied to one location so firmly to build such a thing.

Starting to walk through the camp, Layli weaved her way between quickly erected tents. The blooded warriors were celebrating their victory. There were pockets of dancers amidst the camp in various states of dress while others hammered beats of victory to the Gods on their war drums. The notes of the limbe flute flowed between the heavy thumps. Canteens of arkhi made their way around the warriors. Hoots and hollers to the sky told the Gods to be proud of what their people have accomplished today.

Layli could hear the sounds of sex emerging from some of the tents she wandered past. Low grunts and hungry moans as the victors celebrated that they still lived by partaking in the pleasures of the flesh. She passed others who had not been able to contain themselves long enough to get into a tent.

A smirk curled the shawrapaht’s lips, having to step over a man thrusting into his lover on her way. She could still feel the aftermath of having a cock in her own ass but minutes earlier. A canteen was pressed into her hands at one point. She took a deep mouthful, feeling the burn of the alchohol mixed with the sour taste of the fermented mare’s milk.

Holding her hand out, the canteen was taken from her by a passing reveller.

Throughout the celebration, the unblooded tended to the needs to the war host. Those who did not shed the blood of the enemy stood sentry at the edges of the camp. Went into the town to help the recently released slaves. Feeding them, tending wounds and shackle sores.

None of the enemy had been left alive. Those who still lived after the battle had their heads removed and planted on spears around the camp. Their blood would nourish the spirits of the land. The Kazdruk had left them tortured and in pain. Their deaths would help to start the healing of the land.

Finally though she found herself in the centre of the camp. Two large tents faced each other across a large fire pit that was tended to by the shaman’s teniks. A blazing beacon that told the Gods where they were. More important so far from the steppes and deserts of home.

The tents belong to the shaman and the Serok. Both of hides and dull brown fabric, though inside would be a rich display of colour. Layli’s own personal tent was nestled just beside the shaman’s own. A familiar woman was seated outside, carving a horse from a block of wood. She wore only hide trousers with high riding boots. There were raven and eagle feather’s tied into her dark hair. Her arms, chest and back swirling with tattoos of runes and animals.

“Enwa. Behdin has no need of you?” the shawrapaht said, and the sagird looked up with a bright smile. Slowly she stood, holding up her mostly finished carving to show it off.

“He has a young warrior in there. First blooding. So, Behdin is giving him the honour of fucking him,” Enwa said, and Layli paused; listening. It didn’t take long for her to pick up the sounds of the aging man fucking the warrior. Her attention was pulled sharply back to the woman before her though when she felt a thumb at her lips. Parting them slightly as the shaman to be leaned in. Her nose running along Layli’s neck.

“Seems he’s not the only one fucking,” the words were whispered into Layli’s ear, before teeth trapped the lobe. “Are you sure you’re satisfied?”

“I will always give in to you,” Layli replied with a slight smile, before finding her lips claimed by the other woman’s. Felt hands sliding under her sarong and clutching at her rear. Their breasts crushed together they stumbled to Layli’s shelter, the flaps to the shawrapaht’s tent sliding over the sagird’s back and shoulders.

Passing through together, the flaps swung shut. The tent was plunged into darkness, but neither woman much cared.

Together they fell onto the bedroll of furs and silks. Legs already entwined and lips locked their hands began to slide over the skin of the other. In the dark they immediately found familiar curves, quickly went to the spots that would set the other off.

Moaning as she felt nails raking up her sides, Layli pushed her knee between Enwa’s legs. Forced her thigh up until she felt the hot wet press of her womanhood. Felt the slick arousal on her skin as she began to grind the limb up into her lover. Moans flowed muffled into their mouths as Enwa rolled them onto Layli’s back.

Leg cropping up, Enwa began to grind her hips down against it. Feeling the taut muscles of the other woman against her own flesh. Their breasts rubbing together as their tongues danced and Layli’s hand clamped down on Enwa’s ass. Fingers tightening, as the other glided across her lower back. Feeling the motions of her body even as they revisited each other in the dark.

Moments bled together as the camp outside celebrated. The tent began to smell of sweat and sex, but neither woman noticed much as Enwa’s fingers reached around a leg. Teasing along the curve of Layli’s rear before working between their bodies. Finding her lover’s clit, Enwa gently rubbed, her knuckles pressed into the small dip of her hips.

They rolled again, onto their sides, feeling the fur beneath them. Their grinding and writhing rubbing against the bed roll. Further teasing their senses as they breathed each other in. Felt the slick heat of the other growing ever wetter. Dampening the fur beneath them as they rolled again.

Layli came first, their kiss breaking as the shawrapaht had her open mouth against Enwa’s neck. Her moan was long, hot breath cascading over the sagird’s flesh. Her toes curling as she felt Enwa continuing to grind against her thigh. Fingers hooking like claws into her lover, scratching at Enwa’s skin as she drove herself into a matching orgasm.

As they lay there together, sweaty in each other’s arms, they let the music from outside reach their ears again. Layli could feel Enwa’s lips curling into a smile against her shoulder. A soft kiss touched the tattoo of a viper that ran up Layli’s arm, it’s hissing mouth opening at her wrist.

Turning her head, Layli cupped Enwa’s chin to pull her into a kiss. Far more than lust surging between them now that it had been slaked.

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Still pondering the event she had just seen played out, Lillium followed Aeltha’s elven whores into a broad circular chamber in the heart of the spire. While a pair of bright violet torches tried to light the room, it never quite reached the edges. She raised an eyebrow as the two elves split off, moving along the curving outer walls. She spotted Kazdruk warriors in the shadows. They in turn watched her, so she made sure to put an extra sway in her hips as she walked. She was sure she heard a few snickers, a few whispers, and knew tales of her loss to Luzella had already spread.

Smiling internally she looked ahead, spotting not just Aeltha, but Yuldasha and another Kazdruk as well. Male and gray skinned. He looked important, but Lillium wasn’t sure who he was. Of the three though, he was the only one that seemed pleased.

Aeltha’s expression was one of contained fury, and Yuldasha seemed entirely unimpressed. Lillium wasn’t sure what was happening, but knew that it wasn’t her. Otherwise she would have been dragged somewhere less extravagant and decapitated.

Still, it was prudent to keep her own expression neutral as she came up to the three and fell to one knee.

“Of course, the subject of the experiment will be Lillium. She was to return to Volgras shortly anyway,” Aeltha explained to Yuldasha, who just nodded waving her hand for the experiment to continue. Aeltha nodded and moved to a standing podium with an open book upon it, and a pair of spheres jutting out.

Lillium meanwhile felt a growing concern. She’d heard of the last failed experiment, and wondered if she’d played too much of her hand. Was she expendable enough that Aeltha was willing to sacrifice her? Or had the sorceress merely gambled too much and was reaching desperation?

It didn’t matter. The succubus felt something she felt rarely anymore: fear.

Eyes moving just beyond the trio of Kazdruk nobility, she spotted the engravings in the floor. A large circle slightly raised above the rest of the floor, with runes around its edge. A deep slit through its centre only tugged at Lillium’s curiosity. A glance upwards, and she saw a low hanging black of metal, more runes carved along its sides, and a gouge along its bottom lined up with the one below.

“So explain to me again Aeltha, how this has taken so long? Teleportation is something our Empire has long ago mastered,” the male Kazdruk spoke, unable to stop his lips from curling. Aeltha glared at him over her shoulder.

“Because, Vorgen, we have always breached the fabric of worlds before. This time we are intending to travel within a world itself. The magic and technology were melded together in a way that if we used it to travel within a world, it would still breach outwards. Those travelling would be flung into the void,” Aeltha said, and the male’s smug expression dropped a bit.

Lillium hid another smile. Vorgen was his name; she’d heard of him. The Kazdruk Knight in command of the invasion of Dal Markaan. Why was he here, if she was being sent back to Volgras?

“So I changed it. Less powerful, skirts the fabric of this world, and uses the natural currents of magic that transport whom so ever shall use it. This, naturally, has taken some time.”

Lillium pinched the bridge of her nose. It was a lot of jargon, about technology and magics she knew very little about. But knowing it was important she tried to internalize it. At least to soak in the important aspects. The utter arrogance on display though hurt her brain.

“Enough Aeltha. Finish the experiment. I do hope that this one at least, will be a success,” Yuldasha said, her tone impatient, her glare slowly turning to Vorgen. What little amusement and smugness remained on his features melted away under that glare. Looking away he took a step back.

Returning her full attention to the podium, Aeltha’s fingers curled around the spheres. Lillium rose to her feet finally, glancing upwards at the sound of metal against metal. Above the box she saw large toothed disks spinning. A frown creased her brows as she noted the first crackles of green energy curling around thick metal rods running down into the cube. There were a few grunts and angry shouts of surprise from Kazdruk warriors along the edges of the room as more streams of power ran down strips of metal bolted into the walls. Light flashing around the room, illuminating the soldiers.

There were more in here than Lillium has suspected. A full talon’s worth. At least two hundred. All of them armed and armoured for war. They were the second test today; that’s why they were here. The front was getting their reinforcements. If she survived. If the second test was also a success.

While her expression remained passive, inside Lillium was snarling. This could be disastrous for her plans. Unless… she got to Kira. If her little insurgency could push harder, strike deeper, the front might not reach Volgras for some time. If she did not ask for help, there would be little reason to cut her isolation.

Her sister would have to kneel. Sooner than she had planned, but it was no matter.

A loud clap of thunder echoed in the chamber dashing Lillium’s thoughts. Thick bolts of energy shot between the grooves in the floor and the suspended block. Between them, small motes of magic began to spark as the space filled in with an unnaturally bright green. Squinting, Lillium glanced to Aeltha, the sorceress now just a silhouette.

“Come my pet. Approach and enter the portal,” Aeltha said, her tone almost pleasant and friendly. But Lillium heard the command there. Now was not the time to show her hand, so she moved forward. Her hand raised to try and cover her eyes, but there was no blocking the near blinding light.

Arm dropping back to her side, she stepped into the portal without hesitation. Felt the energies pulling at her flesh. Yanking at her. The chamber vanished, and there was only that green light. Her body felt stretched, then almost liquid, and numb. It was like swimming, not flying, hurtling through some powerful current in the great seas.

Then, heartbeats after it had begun, she was spilling out with a thunderclap. Kneeling on the road leading to the front gates of her castle. Behind her the portal closed, and she slowly rose to her feet, green smoke rising from her clothes and skin. She felt no heat though, even as sensation returned to her. Spreading out from her torso to her limbs.

Rising slowly, deliberately to her feet, the succubus mentally checked herself over. No illness, no dizziness, and her insides were still contained by her skin. Curling her lips she raised her eyes to the gathered Helots that had run over in shock when the portal opened. They snapped to attention now, seeing who was amongst them.

“Gather Aela and Lorth, and my newest little whore to the throne room. Now,” she said, immediately starting to walk towards her gates. Of her castle. It felt good to be home again. No more false submission, no more bending of the knee. It was time to spread her wings once more.

“There is much to talk about,” she said, more quietly to herself.

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Laying back on a love seat, in perhaps the most expensive room the Rose and Jasmine had to offer, Captain Sienna Blackwood smiled with her eyes closed. Clad in fine dark green and gold silks she sipped at a cheap silver goblet of surprisingly decent though cheap wine. A skirt whose front ended just below her knees and the back tapered down nearly to her ankle, and a tunic that showed a hint of midriff, and wrapped around to be pinned together below each breast covered her.

Talented fingers ran along her bare arms, as the two girls serviced her. For a good amount of coin of course. She felt their tongues along her slender neck, and down into the shadows of her cleavage. They were gentle and soft, and had been for the past fifteen minutes. They even seemed to genuinely enjoy pampering the Elven captain that was paying them. Either Sienna had falsely led them to believe she was a good person, or they were very good actors.

There was no true belief in her mind that she was a good person. She had slaughtered the people in this town when it was commanded and enjoyed shedding their blood. In her mind she knew it was a foolish command, but she still had relished the killing. She had a penchant for turning the savagery into her own sort of poetry. She had both loved and hated Princess Telva for that command, but dived ahead anyway. Unable to deny her sanguine delights.

Of course, should the war ever end, there would be no place for her in civilized society. They would keep her away, until the next catastrophe of course. Then, the monster would become the hero once again. She laughed at the thought.

Another sip of the wine, feeling its almost sour flavour across her tongue and down her throat, she considered the rumours of their goddess. This… Morkate. With the diety of blood and pleasure on her mind, Sienna pondered that perhaps these two were merely kindred spirits with the misfortune of being born human.

A tongue glided along her ear, and Sienna moaned softly. “Tell me of your Goddess,” she purred, wondering if they would. Or if they would pretend they were boring Oan worshippers.

The two glanced at each other. Still close enough to let their warm breath cascade over Sienna’s skin. Likely, they were wondering whether to trust the captain or not. The one on the captain’s left reached forward. Moira was her name, her bared breasts pressing firmly into the elf’s arm. Erect nipples grinding against smooth skin. Her fingertips slowly withdrew a single gold pin from the supple leather that held it in place. Slowly, letting nails drag, she pulled back the blouse from Sienna’s left breast. Exposing the flesh and leaning forward until her lips had found the elf’s own nipple.

“Which part intrigues you captain? The blood… or the pleasure?” the second whore, Camryn, purred, and Sienna had to admit she actually quite enjoyed the woman’s voice. Enjoyed the way both called her captain. Full of respect, even if it was acted respect.

It seemed they trusted her though. How much of her did they know? If they knew everything, then Sienna had to admit she was impressed.

“Both,” she said, and felt a sudden sharp press of teeth around her left nipple. A bolt of pain that lanced through her breast. Teeth scraping upwards, along her nipple, Sienna hissed. Then she moaned as Moira’s tongue slowly, sensually ran over the bitten nipple.

Camryn was smiling as she withdrew the second pin. Slowly peeled back the other half of Sienna’s blouse. Her lips and tongue trailed over flat abs, before letting her fingers take over that she might speak.

“She is a sanguine goddess. Violence and lust are not so far apart. They can twist and mingle. In some, violence breeds lust,” Camryn smiled as her nail trailed along the soft under curve of Sienna’s breast as Moira kissed down her sides.

Then Moira’s sweet voice replaced Camryn’s smokey tones. “And she rewards us for it. To partake in what our flesh demands of us. She rewards us to be… what we are. She sees no race, only blood and flesh.”

Smokey replaced sweet again. Moira’s teasing tongue playing along the hem of the skirt. Dipping beneath it, fingers trailing along Sienna’s calf. Rising beneath the silks.

“We all partake. Under Oan we had to hide it, but still partook. Under Eletha, love was to be sweet and not carnal, but still it was. Under Morkate… we are, what we are. We show her our truth, and are proud of it,” Camryn said, slowly starting to push down the skirts. Letting her fingers glide along Sienna’s hips as the elf sipped her wine and savoured the soft touches.

Never one for religion, even of her people, Sienna found herself… curious of the higher powers for once. It almost seemed tailor made for her. But, she would need to investigate more before she called out any Goddesses name.

“As for prayer and worship… this is our prayer,” Moira this time, pulling the skirts down along Sienna’s thighs past her knees. Camryn stood, smiling, walking to the cabinets out of Sienna’s vision.

Smiling, Sienna closed her eyes, feeling her clothes fully removed. Lips trailed upwards. Her thighs were parted.

Opening her eyes and taking another sip of wine, she glanced to the side as she watched Camryn approaching with a knife of silver. It’s hilt overly fine, and engraved. A ruby sat in its cross guard and pommel. Sienna watched, curious, smirking. Camryn was no threat.

The whore straddled her then, running the blade between her breasts. Sienna didn’t touch her, just enjoyed the sight of her body above her. Enjoyed the heat and wetness on her stomach from between the whore’s legs.

A hungry moan burst from her lips as Moira’s mouth found her own wet cunt. Lips caressing her, teasing at her folds as nails raked along thighs. Over hips. All before her tongue plunged home. Sienna had to set her cup aside on the nearby night table. Her own hands draping almost casually over the armrests that penned her torso in.

All the while, watching Camryn’s knife trailing. Moving. Teasing along her own breasts. She winced and moaned at once, feeling the sharp edge cut into skin on the under curve of each fleshy swell. Scarlet ran along the blade’s edge, small little droplets forming. Threatening to fall, and then the knife was away.

“Let us show you captain, how we pleasure heroes of our Goddess,” Camryn purred into that sensual smokey tone of hers. Blood dribbling over Sienna’s tits as the whore above presented her own to Sienna’s mouth.

The elf grinned, and led with her tongue before lips tasted the iron tang.

These whores were certainly convincing.

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Lillium leaned on the table before her. The claws of her gauntlets digging into the wood as she studied the map before her. Small pieces of coloured wood showing the progress of the war. So far as they could all tell anyway. The Kazdruk red markers still hadn’t breached the defences indicated by blue blocks along the beaches, leaving Volgras an isolated red block on the map. More, they had lost Thorlgruz.

That’s what Aeltha had been mad about. The succubus couldn’t contain a smile as she looked up at her war council.

Lorth and his two lieutenants Bazk and Kaln stood on the right side of the table. On the left was Aela, Mia and, Yannifer. They all ignored the movement beneath Lillium’s loincloth as the newly tattooed Vivienne used her tongue and lips to pleasure her mistress. Moaning softly, not letting her words drown out the council itself. Even as juices flowed over her lips and down her chin.

“Thorlgruz wasn’t conquered by the Coalition,” Lorth said, and looked over to Bazk. The helot officer nodding, gesturing to the block of wood set on Thorlgruz. It’s marker coloured green. Lillium frowned, though her lips were parted with a silent moan as she felt Vivienne’s finger slipping into her rear. Her tongue pushing deeper between slick petals.

“We don’t know who they are. I had scouts ranging down that way… strangers. Darker skinned, like horses according to them. They didn’t risk getting too close,” Bazk explained.

Not daring to straighten herself, not sure if she could trust her knees as Vivenne’s skilled tongue brought her to quiet orgasm, Lillium kept an image of calm and sensuality as she pondered this new information.

“We need better scouts. We need to find what new threat we are facing. Bazk, continue to train them… see if we can capture any of my sister’s insurgents. I’m sure we can, convince them to aid us,” Lillium said, giving the helot a twisted smirk that earned a grin in return.

“We are not in immediate threat at the moment mistress. It seems the elves are too concerned with internal strife to advance just yet. And most of the human clans are busy holding the beaches,” Kaln said gesturing to Driftafay on the map, and the beaches.

“Innisgar though, is proving to be useful. Since you’ve left we’ve been staffing the walls with humans, and inside it is nothing more than a military camp for helots and human converts. They’ve yet to suffer any raids or attacks,” Lorth said, then glanced over to Aela. The priestess was smiling.

“There’s… a prisoner Lorth has been waiting patiently for you to talk to. He thinks she’d make a great addition to our army. And I am inclined to agree with him,” she said, licking her lips slowly. Glancing between the two, her hips moving slowly, grinding against her whore’s mouth, the succubus waited. Was starting to grow impatient when Aela finally answered.

“Sarya. The Goldulin who stabbed you.”

Now Lillium grinned, remembering the exquisite pain of the steel sliding into her flesh. But more, wanting revenge for so very nearly being slain. Yannifer smiled as she caught her mistress’s expression, knowing soon she’d get to ply her art.

“I have discovered how to make her a succubus… a vampiric succubus,” Aela then said, and Lillium raised an eyebrow.

“Another harbinger?” Lillium asked, and Aela laughed, her hand settling on her bared and tattooed breasts.

“No, oh fuck no. You are the only harbinger. But the powers you wield… if we could get another into the battlefield, we’d be more prepared for when the war finally comes to our doorstep,” the priestess said.

“And she knows methods of warfare forgotten since the Goldulin Empire fell. Methods our helots could use. She’d make a good commander,” Lorth added on, and Lillium nodded slowly.

“A Morkatean centurion. It has been years since the world has seen one,” Lillium purred, shoving Vivienne’s head harder against her cunt.

“I’m not so sure mistress. I’ve been speaking with her… she’s… a secret worshiper. Part of her cult before the empire fell. She even slept with the Empress Nera, who it seems, was a vampire,” Aela said.

“She is. Held by the Kazdruk, her blood used to give rise to me. I think we may then have a way to convince this Centurion to join us,” Lillium said, pushing aside her loincloth to let her claws dig into Vivienne’s scalp. The whore didn’t care that she was in full view; her only cares were to pleasure her mistress.

“There are two last things Harbinger. Before we adjourn,” Aela said, and at this Mia grinned before sensually biting her lower lip.

“First. Your sister arrived. On her own, attempted to free your newest whore,” Aela said, gesturing to the cunt hungry Vivienne on display and on her knees. Face smeared with her mistress’s lust, done up with cosmetics and wearing nothing but a collar, and swirling silver bracers and greaves. Marking her as Lillium’s own. To touch only if granted.

“Kira not only failed to persuade your whore. But, she seems to be suffering from an intense lust. For you. Or so it seemed. It’ll only be a matter of time before she as well kneels, and her insurgency crumbles with her subservience.”

Lillium nodded at the information, as she quietly came again on Vivienne’s tongue and fingers. Only the slightest of gasps sounding forth from the pleasure.

“Good news indeed Priestess. But what was the last piece?”

“A message from Driftafay. One of our cultists reports that an Elven noblewoman, named Lelthina wishes to meet. This Elf also claims that she will bring us Telva Winterstone.”

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Rising from her feet, Velkra looked at the beach around her. Green mystical mist was drifting upwards from her body, and those of the purebred Cinkall warriors of her Talon. Helots dug in behind crude barricades with the sea at their back stared in wonder as the Kazdruk. The humans behind short walls and thick round towers balked at the sudden arrival.

So. Aeltha’s experiment had worked. Tilting her head to the side until she felt a crack, Velkra raised her war scythe. This was not a good situation to be in. Caught between two fighting forces, one which had refused steadfastly to give any damn ground.

“Charge. Regain our honour,” Velkra shouted and started to run. She didn’t like this at all. No preparation. No tactics. Just the pure carnage of blood letting. She would lose too many of her troops. Damn Aeltha, and damn the Kazdruk short sightedness. She was going to suffer for their arrogance, and their refusal to learn from this quagmire of a war.

The other warriors let out their war cries, and the defending humans scrambled for bows and crossbows. She could hear panicked orders from their lines, and desperate ones from behind as Kazdruk commanders rallied their helots to join the coming fight. They would not want these interlopers to take all their glory after they’ve spent so long trying to get up the beach.

Arrows and bolts were starting to fly as the humans recovered from their shock. Kazdruk warriors snarled as the steel points shafts drove into their flesh. They began to fall, collapsing into the sand as the others rushed ahead. They let anger over take them, a pure battle rage that had them spitting and snarling as they rushed the walls. More and more of them falling. The sands turning to mud from shed blood.

Velkra pushed herself, felt an arrow score a deep gouge on one arm, the blood flowing over her biceps as she finally reached the short wall. She jumped and grasped the ledge, and swept her scythe in a wide arc just above the crenulations.

A soldier’s head was torn from his shoulders, and the sharp points of bristling spears were snapped from their hafts. A sharp pull, with a slight strain in her injured arm, and Velkra vaulted onto the wall. The humans stared for a moment, fear and hesitation in their eyes. Clad in leather armour and small patches of metal. It was enough of an opening.

A quick swipe of her scythe and she disemboweled one woman, before she twisted her arc to punch the sharp point of her scythe into a man’s belly. Velkra lifted, shouting, making a display to spread fear. The blade of her weapon sliced under the man’s ribs, as the steel haft of her weapon caught on that cage of bone. Giving Velkra the leverage to lift him upwards, his life spilling down the shaft of her weapon.

“Holy fuck,” someone shouted, stumbling backwards as a thickly muscled Kazdruk landed behind him on the wall. Not even using his axe the warrior grasped the man’s head and twisted hard enough to snap the neck before tossing the limp body aside.

“Oan is with us! Kill the demons,” a well armoured human shouted, running forward from the woodline. Likely from their camp. He was accompanied by better armed and armoured soldiers.

Velkra grinned; her talon had the foothold.

Kicking over the screaming woman that was desperately trying and failing to hold her torn guts in place, she used her scythe to toss her dangling captive. Already dead, he didn’t scream as his corpse flew through the air. A trail of blood and gore following him as he crashed into the advancing human reinforcements.

Despite raised shields, the corpse brought three of them to the ground. They struggled with their comrade to get back into formation, but a Kazdruk with a two handed sword leapt upon them, pinning them down as she swung her sword in wide circles.

The captain’s shield was torn from his arm and he screamed in pain. The limb likely broken. Another soldier’s helmet collapsed in on her head from the sword’s impact. Blood and chunks of brain gushed out from the visor as her body crumpled.

The trapped soldiers though had daggers out. Stabbing and slashing desperately, they tore open the Kazdruk woman’s calves and ankles. Unable to stand she fell forward onto waiting spear points. They pierced into her neck and chest and burst out her back in a spray of scarlet.

Staying out of this newest melee, Velkra stood on the wall, grasping her soldiers as they vaulted over, pointing them towards points in the line she felt they would be most effective. She could not let the human recover. This… wall of shields tactic they were using was annoyingly effective.

Though, it seemed these Coalition soldiers were not as efficient with it as the old Goldulin legionnaires.

A warrior picked up a dead human at Velkra’s instruction, and rushed ahead. Thrown spears pierced the woman’s corpse and one managed to jam into the charging brute’s arm. But with a snarl he refused to relinquish his grip. Smashing into the human lines, he battered four aside, forcing the front few to turn and stab and slash at the rampaging warrior’s back.

Flesh sliced to ribbons he fell to his death, but others rammed into the distracted humans with flailing weapons. Maces and axes smashed into armoured foes, and the smell of blood and shit filled Velkra’s nostrils. Her heart pounded with the undeniable excitement of war as she began to make her way forward. Stepping over her own dead troops and fallen pieces of humans.

“What are our orders?” A human yelled above the carnage. A severed arm flying above the melee.

“I don’t fucking know! The Captain’s dead,” another of them on the verge of breaking as a Kazdruk fell back with her head rolling back along the dirt. The assailant was promptly cut in half, his legs standing a few seconds longer as the dying soldier whimpered with blood frothed lips and desperately tried to crawl away, dragging intestines behind him.

“Fuck this. I’ll meet Oan another day,” someone else shouted, and Velkra smirked as she saw the first of the soldiers in the rear turning to run. One, then two, then six. A trickle turning into a flood as the Helots managed to scramble over the wall behind Velkra’s talon.

“Halt. Let the helots mop up the mess,” Velkra called to her talon as she watched the routing humans flee into the woods. Where there was likely to be backup traps and defensive lines. There was no way a wall that had held for so long would be so easily taken.

Her talon paused, pulling themselves from the blood rage with some effort but managing it. The helots stormed past them, eager to tear into the scraps of the battle, their purebred commanders sneering at Velkra’s Talon as they passed by.

Velkra only smirked, especially when she heard the human war calls deeper in the woods.

“We turn their position against them. Start collecting the dead… we’ll build a wall of their armour and flesh,” Velkra commanded as she knelt and examined a spear. She thought of the beach, of the arrows, bolts, and spears quivering from dead Kazdruk forces laying in the sand.

“And collect as many of their spears as you can,” she added, rising to her feet as the last of the helots vanished into the woods. The humans had appeared organized, and the defences she was standing upon seemed well built. The helots wouldn’t succeed.

“They’ll be back for us to kill more of them,” she told what remained of her talon as they began to pile the dead before them. Of her two hundred originally, she only had one hundred and twelve still living. And some of them were wounded badly. Aeltha better be good on her word for reinforcements.

The screams of the dying reached her from within the woods. The humans would counter attack soon.

She would.

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The only sound in the chamber for a few moments was the last crackles of magic running along the walls. The three Kazdruk stood staring at the emptiness around them, where once there had been a talon of warriors.

Slowly Aeltha pulled her hands away from the spheres, green smoke rising from her palms and the metal. Letting out a slow breath, the sorceress turned to face Yuldasha, who was staring at Aeltha with impatience. The tip of her hoof tapping against the floor.

“I cannot say for certain but I believe the process was successful,” Aeltha said.

“You can’t say for certain?” Vorgen said, eyesbrows high on his face, but he stilled when Yuldasha raised her hand. It cut off Aeltha’s retort as well.

“When will you know?”

“As soon as Velkra gets a message to me. Lillium was fast because I sent her to Volgras. Velkra might well be fighting at the moment,” Aeltha said, and Yuldasha nodded.

“Tell me as soon as you know. The invasion of the west is behind schedule enough as is,” she said, turning her glare towards Vorgen. “Your talons best be ready. I’m sure they are chomping at the bit after keeping them here for so long.”

The knight nodded, and he watched Yuldasha departing the chamber before slowly releasing a breath.

“How many can I send with this?” he asked then.

“As many as you can fit in this chamber. There is only a few moments delay between operations. It will not need to rest and cool,” Aeltha said, crossing her arms under her breasts. Vorgen nodded slowly before he too departed leaving Aeltha seemingly alone.

The shadows moved around her, until Niseth stood just two steps behind her. On one knee, her metal wings curled about her. Not bothering to look at the first succubus, Aeltha pondered her options.

“To Volgras mistress?” Niseth prompted, and Aeltha pursed her lips. It was a reasonable guess. Lillium was on her own again, and Aeltha was not convinced of the succubus’s loyalties. Lillium though was a threat for the future. There was someone else who had to pay.

“No. To Thorlgruz,” she said and Niseth nodded. No complaint, no words, just rose and began to vanish.

“There’s a woman I want you to capture for me.”

Shackles of Hate. Chapter 22: Waning Perches

The peaked ceiling of the hall loomed well above the sixty soldiers standing in tight formation. Their shields raised, swords resting upon the top rims and pointed towards the large double doors that was the entrance. Occasionally the walls of the Great Hall of Ridgeblade shook, dust and small chunks of stone and marble falling to clatter on the floor. More than once a soldier had to raise their shield to protect themselves.

The clash of steel, and the screams of the dying were muffled by the thick walls and doors of the hall. The final legion of the Goldulan Empire was being slaughtered outside by the invading Kazdruk horde. The Empress Nera stood before the two thrones in this great hall, her personal Praetorian bodyguards standing on either side of her. Both women resplendent in their deep purple cloaks and black armour.

Nera let her eyes sweep along the room, over these last soldiers ready to die in a last stand, over the tiered seats for the senators and politicians that helped advice and govern the empire. None were left now, dead or enslaved, much like her husband. The Emperor Hedrion had been captured and executed a few days ago just outside the city. Beheaded, tied upside down to a tall pole with his head impaled atop it, and carried before the army. The empress had watched the invaders advancing with cold eyes.

There had been very little love in their marriage for many years now, just respect.

Now she stood in her shin length dress of purple silk with slits up to the thighs to keep movement easy. She was clad in her own golden armour, her long hair tied back into a tight braid, laurel wreath nestled above her ears.

Outside, the sounds of battle were turning to loud cries of victory from Kazdruk throats, drowning out the screams Nera knew her people were still letting out. It did not take long before a great crash sounded at the broad doors, the two thick beams holding them closed starting to bend.

“Soldiers of Goldulan. We are the last. Our Empire is fallen. Let us give these invaders something to remember,” Nera called from her position, watching as the next crash against the gates snapped the bottom beam.

The formed soldiers let out a single grunted cheer. They braced themselves for what was to come as Nera glanced to her bodyguards.

“Wash the floors with blood. Morkate watches us three today,” she said.

The two smiled wickedly, showing off their fangs. It was a shame that the days of hiding would come to such an end, Nera thought to herself as she drew her own blade.

When the doors came crashing open, a rush of helot foot soldiers and Kazdruk warriors came pouring in. Warcries on their lips as the smoke of the fires from the city billowed in with them. The legionnaires threw their pilums with deadly efficiency, and dozens of kazdruk fell, but they kept coming, storming over their own dead. Any survivors laid out were soon trampled to death. There was no sympathy, or true comradery. Only a need to slaughter.

The impact of invader upon defender filled the hall with its brutal cacophony. Steel and flesh were rent, and screams of pain and death soon filled the hall. Nera watched it unfold, knowing how it would end. There was only one way it could end.

Helot dead began to pile up before the Goldulan legionnaires, the marble floors getting slick with their spilled blood. But the Kazdruk pushed hard. There were too many pouring in, clambering up onto the senators’ seats. The flanks of the legionnaires had to turn to face these new threats, weakening the formed body.

 Nera scowled, watching the front shatter as two Kazdruk stormed into the legionnaires. One, a female, used a vicious war scythe, pulling shields from hands and slashing into the exposed soldier waiting behind. Spilled guts splattered upon the floor, crushed beneath her hooves as the Goldulans struggled to keep up with her rampage. The Kazdruk used her scythe and dark metal bracers to deflect many of the blows and slashes aimed to her, though Nera noted a few gouges sliced through her flesh.

The other, a hulking brute male with a two handed axe, was pure rage and aggression. His tusked face twisted by hatred as the weapon crashed into the legionnaires. Splitting skulls and breaking shield arms with his wide swipes.

Though others were killing, and pushing towards the inevitable defeat, the legionnaires were able to slay most. Stabbing and slashed through the invaders as they were slowly pushed back. Their numbers dwindling as the endless horde outside continued to push inwards.

Some helots had gotten around, and were charging towards the three before the thrones. Nera watched as her bodyguards dispatched them with ruthless efficiency. One of them hit the ground at Nera’s feet, his head rolling towards the main battle. It was getting difficult to see the floor, hidden beneath corpses and blood.

The first Goldulan to run was from the rear, but even his armour was spattered with gore. Nera caught his eye as he fled towards the rear of the hall, and the doors that would lead through the Palace. It was possible he would find a way to escape, and Nera let him flee.

A few more turned, and ran dropping shields or swords to get themselves lighter, eager to get away from the invaders. Of the original sixty, Nera counted only seven that fled. The remainder stood, and fought.

And died brutally.

“Morkate watches us. Let’s give her an offering,” Nera said, watching the helots and kazdruk warriors charge towards her and the two praetorians.

They fought viciously, letting their true natures show now that there were no witnesses. Dripping blood, Nera stabbed, parried, and slashed through the enemy. One helot turned, fleeing the fanged maws of the three women, only to have the large axe wielding kazdruk grasp him by the neck, and snap it with a single vicious jerk. Nera was pulling her blade from a kazdruk chest, blood pumping over her hands, when the warscythe took the head of the praetorian beside her.

The body stood for a few heart beats. Long enough for Nera to duck a wide swipe from the large axe and disembowel a helot beside her. The praetorians body hit the ground as intestines spilled over Nera’s shoulder. She felt the blood clotting in her hair as she rose to her feet, bringing the sword with her. Slicing open a kazdruk thigh, pour gushed over her face, and she lunged to the right.

The female was waiting for her, grinning.

“Well. You might be worthy after all,” the kazdruk said, her orange eyes glaring at Nera with something close to amusement. There was a dull thud behind her, and Nera knew her other praetorian had fallen victim as well. There were just too many.

Knowing she would not survive, Nera lunged. She left herself exposed, but she would bring down the orange eyed bitch before her. Her sword clashed with a bracer, and a helot sword grated along the back of her shoulder, scraping over the armour.

Kicking back she felt her heel strike a knee, then pressed closer as the female kazdruk before her swung her scythe. Getting inside the reach of it, the blade whistling behind her, Nera thrust upwards with her sword, aiming for the bottom of the chin. The kazdruk jerked her head back though. She let out a roar of pain as blade sliced upwards, along her cheek and over her eye.

Nera grinned, before an elbow hit her in the side of the head. Her ears ringing, she stumbled, and felt a hoof hit her in the back. Falling to the blood slick floor, she looked up at the statue behind the thrones. A marble statue of the first Goldulan emperor standing proud with sword in his hand. She closed her eyes, waiting for the killing blow.

“No Gelhoz, I want her to live. To suffer,” the female said, voice thick with pain, and Nera felt her heart sink.

“Very well Velkra. Perhaps Aeltha will enjoy this one,” he said, and something hard hit Nera in the head, sending her into darkness.

 

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Opening her eyes, Nera looked through the darkness. It had been pitch black when the kazdruk first placed her in here. But after so many years it was turning to shades of gray. She smiled, as she always did when she awoke from that dream of memory. Felt the metal strips of the muzzle that had been put on her. Felt the chains on her naked flesh, binding wrists, ankles, and just beneath her breasts to a pole inside a small cage.

Someone would come to feed her soon. It had been a few days. They might even rape her, though she had learned how to take pleasure instead of humiliation from those kazdruk cocks. They thought to break her, but Nera was Empress of Goldulan. She was a patient woman, and unless they killed her, they would rue the day they let her live.

Nera cocked her head then as she felt something she’d not in many long years, and it was only getting stronger. Her lips peeled back into a smile.

Even Yuldasha would learn, that everything could bleed.

 

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Not knowing where Aeltha had stolen herself away, but knowing she had some time to herself, Lillium made her way through the halls of the spire leading downwards in the dark depths of the dungeons. Torches of flickering red flames lit the way for the succubus, ensuring to walk calmly. Purposefully. If she looked as if she belonged, she would be able to get away with almost anything.

Following a nagging sensation in her heart, flooding through her veins, she delved deeper and deeper into the bowels of the Spire. Far lower than any purebred would venture. This low was beneath them; for Aeltha’s failed experiments, and those that would be left to rot. Low enough that the cells were no longer cramped chambers cut off from the world by bars, but thick metal doors instead.

But the feeling, like a guide, beckoned her lower. Into another curving staircase, into another hallway. More stairs led further down. Deeper. But Lillium ignored it, instead looking ahead to a small chamber at the end of the hall. A pair of bored helot guards sat in that chamber, a pair of axes sitting on the table as they drank and rolled dice. The succubus could hear their quiet voices, and laughter. Lillium started towards them, but looking beyond. At yet another thick metal door, chains linked across it, nailed into the wall.

The helots looked up as they heard the clicking of Lillium’s heels coming towards them. Their hands started towards their weapons, but paused as Lillium entered the room alone. The two glanced to each other, the focused on the woman before them. Seemingly ignoring them as she moved towards the door.

“No one is to see the prisoner until it is her time to feed,” one of the helots said, a little unsure of himself. Neither bothered to get up from their seat.

“Then perhaps I should feed her then,” Lillium said, knowing whatever strange pull was guiding her, originated from within the next room. She looked back over her shoulder at the guards. One sighed, the other stood, moving towards the doorway and glancing towards the stairs.

“We will say you were sent by Aeltha should anyone ask, Harbinger,” the still seated helot said, and Lillium smiled. It was almost sweet. The helot looked away, leaving Lillium to start removing the chains crossed over the door. Letting them fall to the ground, kicking up dust as they clanged against the stone.

“You will need this,” the standing helot informed her, walking over and handing her a torch. Her hand grasping the handle, she pulled and stepped through into the darkness. Behind her, the door slammed shut, and there was silence. Lillium lifted her torch, until she saw the glinting of black metal. A cage, vaguely human shaped. Pale skin within, covered in chains.

“Now this is most interesting,” a voice that may have been cultured and suave once before spoke. Now it was hoarse, words unfamiliar on her lips. Lillium started towards her, brows furrowed as she began to make out the naked form that had been muzzled even inside the tight confines of her cage.

“Aeltha plays with things she does not fully understand. I wonder if she believes you a success or another failure,” the caged woman said, and Lillium stopped just before her cage. Looking into her eyes, seeing the points of vampiric fangs behind her lips as she spoke.

“I don’t think she’s decided yet. But it doesn’t much matter. I play her game, and make her believe. Until the day I do not,” Lillium said, and the woman laughed. A harsh sound.

“Do you know who I am then?”

“No. But I know what you are. Your blood flows in my veins. Used to create what I have become,” Lillium said, knowing full well now why she had been guided here.

“Used, but not pure. She’s tainted you, violated my lineage.”

“Improved. Using Kazdruk magic to unwittingly fulfill Morkate’s designs. Succubus and vampire in one flesh,” Lillium said, slowly walking around the cage, letting her fingers run across the flat bars. Black claws tapping on the metal, ringing through the chamber. The woman in the cage laughed again, not bothering to even try and track the succubus.

“And here I thought I had found another enemy to torment me. Instead, the key to vengeance, let me introduce myself.”

Lillium came around the front again, grasping the bars and pressing herself firmly against the cage. Feeling cold metal pressing into her cleavage. Her cheekbones against the hard edges. She listened.

“I am Nera, Empress of the Goldulan Empire.”

Lillium laughed gently, running her tongue across her lips, reaching into the cage, letting her claws tease across skin.

“There is more than vengeance to seek Empress. A new empire. A proper empire,” Lillium said, and slowly pulled away. Stepping from the cage, letting the vampiress watch her.

“A Morkatean Empire,” the Empress said, and Lillium nodded, spreading her hands wide as she bowed low.

“The chains will be broken soon enough Empress. But I must prepare, and it cannot be me; they watch me too closely. But I will find another. Then the bricks can be laid, and the blood can flow.”

Nera let her eyes look upwards as Lillium left. Let herself look up towards where Yuldasha sat believing herself a conqueror of this world.

Lillium nodded to the helots as she moved back towards the staircase to return to Aeltha lest she be missed. She did not listen to the sounds of chains being put back into place as she ascended again. Higher through the spire. Thinking about how the Kazdruk had paved the path for Morkate’s rise from the mists of the past.

About how Aeltha’s arrogance created something that would know no rest without blood. And Lillium would have it.

 

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Though her cloak was finely tailored, and many could guess her to be an Elf woman of some wealth, Lelthina’s identity remained a secret. She knew she was not so skilled at subterfuge as Pharno, and she could never disguise her accent, or her mannerisms that would certainly reveal her status of nobility. Lelthina also had to admit to herself, that despite the need, she could never pretend to be of the lowborn. It went against all her instincts, and ambitions.

Pharno had given her the centre of all these whispers of Morkate. The brothel where it had started amongst the prostitutes, and now she found herself walking down a dark alley towards its hidden entrance. Ivy that had somehow survived two massacres and a siege still hung from second and third story windows, and red lanterns glowed within. But this was still not a place visited by many Elves or nobility.

Still, it was here that Lelthina needed to go. The past few days she had been getting supplies to apothecaries and healers to help with the injured and sick. To mason and carpenter guilds to repair and rebuild. She acted humble, not taking payments for her actions. In her ears though, Pharno whispered as they fucked in her chambers. Telling her that whispers amongst the frightened and angry humans were saying of her generosity and kindness while she rode him. That perhaps one of the Elves might actually care for them. There were of course those that refused to believe it. There was too much bitterness from recent events for Lelthina to appear a saint.

Now though, in a dreary alley, she knocked on the back door of the ‘Rose and Jasmine’. As the door opened, she could smell incense used to overpower the stench of cheap wine and sex. A large man looked down at her, fairly well dressed, but not overly intelligent looking. He didn’t say anything though, and Lelthina walked past him into the brothel.

As soon as the door closed behind her, a beautiful human woman wearing only stockings and a thong moved up to her. Purring, smelling of cheap perfume and cosmetics heavily applied to her face. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved to the elven noble woman, running a hand along her belly, upwards to her ribs as the whore circled around.

“How might we serve your needs today?” she said in a well practiced sultry tone. Despite herself, Lelthina was impressed. The woman aroused her, and there was a temptation to hand her coin and see her room. But she smiled under her hood and gently took the whore’s hand.

“Not for me,” she said, lifting the hand to her lips and kissing it softly, making the woman before her raise an eyebrow.

She was about to ask to see the Madame of the brothel, another voice spoke out. Older, more cynical.

“I can take care of her Matilda. Please see to our other guests,” the woman who spoke was of middle years. For a human anyway. There was as much gray in her hair as dark brown, and she wore less cosmetics than the other whores. Certainly left her crow’s feet plain to see at the corners of her eyes.

“Madame Belinda. Would you care for some tea my lady?” she asked with a slight bow and a welcoming smile, though there was little respect in her tone. Lelthina smiled. The woman was no stranger to power games it would seem.

“I would love some,” the elven noble responded soon following Belinda up a set of stairs, towards a third level that held her personal chambers and her office. Away from the moans pouring out through closed doors that made Lelthina wonder how much of this was act for these men and women.

Putting a kettle over the crackling fire in her hearth, Belinda gestured to one of a few chairs in the room. Lelthina took the offered seat, smoothing out her skirts and lowering her hood.

“So, why does the lady Lelthina grace my brothel with her presence? We have no damage to our structure, we are not wanting for food any more than the rest of the city, we are in no need of alms, and I know for a fact a woman of your tastes would prefer a much classier establishment than my own for her personal pleasures,” Belinda said, walking with what seemed to be a stiff hip towards another of the chairs before she slowly eased herself in. The friendly smile was gone from her features as well.

“I am the governor of this city, and after the recent atrocities it is my duty to ensure all are well cared for to prevent further troubles,” Lelthina said. In her mind already preparing the next words to worm her way into Belinda’s trust.

“Atrocities you did little to stop,” Belinda retorted, and Lelthina let a small smile cross her face.

“If we’re being so blunt, I’m sure you did very much to stop the ones that occurred before,” Lelthina said, rather enjoying the woman sitting opposite her.

“Bluntness. Yes, I’d quite like to cut the bullshit out. Why are you really here? People like you don’t play nice out of the kindness of your heart.”

“People like us, I think you mean to say. Well then yes, I am securing my position in a city choked with tension and ready to engulf itself in more violence as we face an invasion that can only benefit from inner turmoil. Arrogance is my kind’s sin, and we wear it proudly. But I am not so arrogant as to think we can withstand the coming storms without aid,” Lelthina said, and almost smirked to herself as she remembered her comments to King Tepel before his foolish offensive to the heart of Kazdruk lands.

“Honesty. Unexpected, but you have my attention,” Belinda said, smiling now. She glanced over her shoulder as the kettle on the fire began to whistle. The sound shrill, beckoning the brothel’s Madame over.

“I have come to ask of Morkate, the Goddess that rumour says is worshipped by your girls. Some digging seems to tell that the infamous Lillium is rather important in this growing cult,” the elven governess said, sitting almost rigidly upright in her chair. Perfect posture as she watched Belinda pouring two cups of a soft scented tea and bringing them over.

The matron sat and smiled, pushing one of the cups over to Lelthina.

“You know us to be the enemy, but can’t strike without the others rising up again. In the end my mistress wins,” it was remarkable how easily Belinda revealed herself to the governess, but Lelthina knew the woman was right. Both knew the matron was safe for the moment. So she sipped at the tea prepared by her enemy.

“A smart plan on her part. She’s been underestimated too often. But in the end, she is no avatar of a God. Just Kazdruk corruption. Surely you know this,” Lelthina was surprised with how much she enjoyed the tea.

“I’ve never met her, and I have my doubts to the tales. But still, in my own way I serve her. She brings hope where there was none before.”

Lelthina drummed her carefully manicured nails along the clay cup, staring into the Madame’s eyes. Pondering.

“Hope, though she works for the Kazdruk? Spreads their corruption and conquers our lands,” Lelthina asked, raising a single eyebrow. Studying the woman’s expression.

“Does she though?” that comment made Lelthina’s thoughts swirl with possibilities. Three little words that could potentially change everything about the war. Perhaps not on the battlefield, but certainly in her own sphere of speciality. She slowly raised the cup to her lips and sipped at the tea again.

“Perhaps then, I should speak with her. If, it can be arranged,” Lelthina said. She was not one for risk, but perhaps simply letting Belinda believe it might be enough.

“Why should I do that?”

“Because I can offer her revenge. I can give her Telva Winterstone. I can get your people vengeance, and I… can get stability,” Lelthina said, knowing she was as safe with her words as the woman across from her. Belinda rose an eyebrow this time. Watching and waiting for more.

“Power you mean.”

“Power breeds stability. And stability, breeds yet more power,” Lelthina rose, the madame with her.

“Think on this Madame. We will have cause to talk over the coming days.”

 

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Leading the way through the twisting and turning corridors of the Spire, Velkra didn’t bother to look at the two Kazdruk warriors flanking her, or the pair of Elven slaves they pushed before them. The toned beauties shaped for battle were gagged, their hands manacled behind their backs, prodded forward by the two Kazdruk that accompanied their Talon Commander.

It let Velkra think, to gather her wits. Going before Aeltha, she would need most of them. The sorceress had asked for a pair of slaves that had not yet been utterly broken, soldiers specifically. There were certainly still many left from the doomed assault on the spire. An assault that had nonetheless completed its goal of saving Queen Aria. How they had managed it, Velkra wasn’t sure, but she had a feeling that the Elves had been allowed to rescue her.

The Sorceress was cunning; too cunning for Velkra’s tastes. She was plotting something, and Velkra wasn’t sure what. Worse, she knew there would be consequences for her Talon because of it. The thought made her anxious.

“Why are we delivering slaves now? Should we not be preparing to go to the front, as you promised?” the young female warrior to Velkra’s right said suddenly, cutting into the Talon Commander’s thoughts. The older male to her left, a veteran from the previous world conquest just grunted. An acknowledgement of its own to the posed question.

“Because despite what Gelhoz has fed you, our Talon is not in high standing with anyone. Many believe us not fit for the front lines, and so they keep us here in the spire in case the Elves launch another suicidal assault. With allies and patronage from someone as powerful as Aeltha, we’ll get new gear, and pushed towards the front much easier,” she glanced at them both, watching them nod in some understanding, though she doubted either truly grasped how important politics could be. But that was why she had taken the mantle of Talon Commander.

“Plus, it’ll give us more freedom to operate as we wish. Meaning more glory, and more slaves,” Velkra continued, watching the young Kazdruk woman’s lips curl into a vicious grin. The veteran beside her just grunted.

Eyeing him a moment, Velkra tried to get a bearing on him, but eventually settled on the fact that he was likely contented.

They finally reached the door to Aeltha’s labs and chambers in the Spire. The sorceress had been whining more lately about missing her more elaborate set up in the captured cathedral of Thorlgruz, but Yuldasha was keeping her here to continue preparations for the invasion of the West. The date for that was creeping ever closer, and Velkra was hoping to be one of the first to step through the portal.

Velkra didn’t wait, pushing the door, and her luck, open and stepping inside. Aeltha was inside, smirking, waiting. Her two elven whore twins standing on either side of her, though the horns on their head showed them less then Elf now. The slight red tint to their skin, the alluring curl of dark lips.

Both had their hands on Aeltha’s cock, stroking her slowly, even as precum dribbled down her shaft.

“Velkra, I’ve been expecting you. Come in… have your subordinates strap those two down to the tables,” she said, her hand gesturing to two tables covered with leather straps and buckles.

The young one’s eyes went wide, a hint of rage. The veteran just grunted and dragged his charge to the table. It was enough to calm the other as they quickly bound them down, hands now at their sides, gags stopping them from screaming out. Even as they writhed, not knowing what was to come of them.

When the last buckle was in place, Aeltha waved towards the door.

“You two may go. I wish to speak to your Commander,” Aeltha said.

The two warriors glanced to Velkra with a frown, but at her nod they both left. The exchange left a smirk on Aeltha’s features as the door closed behind them.

“You do well for yourself, that they would look for your permission, before following my commands. Come closer,” Aeltha said, beckoning. She kept her finger curling until Velkra could feel the head of the sorceress’s cock against her navel. Felt pre cum dribbling over her abs and knuckles of the corrupted elves dragging along the ridges of muscle.

“But, so long as you know who is in power here,” Aeltha said then, grinning. The two elven whores stopped jerking her off, instead moving around Velkra to slowly peel off her top. To let their tongues and their hands wander her flesh.

“You are,” Velkra said without any hesitation. She could play the game, especially without her Talon to witness it. Aeltha surely knew this. To keep Velkra in line, make the Talon believe she had power… then take that power when they weren’t looking.

“You are… what?”

“You are mistress,” Velkra said, again without hesitation, feeling the elves lowering her to her knees until Aeltha’s cock was running between her now bared breasts. Upwards along her neck to her lips.

Knowing what was expected of her, Velkra dipped her head, taking the cock into her mouth. Moaning softly, Aeltha leaned back, stroking the warrior’s hair, then slowly began to push. Velkra couldn’t bring herself to resist, knowing what it would cost her in the long run. Tasted the bitter drags of pre cum along her tongue as that thick shaft pushed in deeper. Gliding along her tongue filling her mouth until the head was easing into her throat.

The warrior wanted to go faster, to get this over with, but Aeltha’s hands curled in her hair. Controlling the warrior’s speed easily. Making it a slow drag of lips along shaft. From base to tip as Velkra struggled to keep her humiliation buried.

“So long as you know your place Velkra. Not everyone does in this spire anymore. But your loyalty and servitude will go rewarded Velkra,” Aeltha purred, savouring the slow rise and fall while the corrupted Elves watched and giggled.

“And for it… you’ll be getting an attachment of new troops. Fresh from my labs to be shock troops for your Talon. On the eastern front,” Aeltha said, starting to force Velkra to go faster along her shaft, until she was almost throbbing. Then she slowed, never letting the warrior’s mouth to be less than full with cock.

At Aeltha’s last words, Velkra’s eyes snapped up. She didn’t let herself stop, even let her tongue gentle caress the flesh sliding beyond her lips.

“Not what you wanted is it? You wanted to be going West, with the invasion. Earn glory by rampaging and raping across virgin lands,” Aeltha almost chuckled by the sound came out more moan like than anything.

“I wonder what your Talon would think of it? How much did you promise them I wonder?” the sorceress flicked her gaze to the elves. They moved forward again, soft hands sliding through Velkra’s white locks, and began to force the Kazdruk warrior to go faster again. The head of Aeltha’s cock pushing firmly into her throat once more.

What kind of game was Aeltha playing? Velkra wasn’t entirely sure anymore, but she was thankful she had to foresight not to tell them anything of her plans, except that they were going to the front. She had never specified which front.

Another look from the sorceress to her whores, and the elves pulled Velkra’s head back sharply. The warrior gulped in breath, strings of saliva hanging between her lips and Aeltha’s cock as the sorceress came. Ropes of cum shot across Velkra’s face and neck, the hot sticky spunk slowly rolling down her skin, over the swells of her breasts.

“You can clean up when you leave, not before,” Aeltha said, only then rising, her elven whores wordlessly kneeling to run their tongues over her length, cleaning her off.

Taking some effort to control her expression, Velkra said nothing. She glanced back at the two slaves she had brought here. They both stared in horror at the scene that had just played out; their fate would likely be worse.

Fingers settling on her shoulders, Velkra looked back to the sorceress, trying to ignore the arrogant grin upon her features.

“These two will be important to me,” Aeltha started, speaking loud enough for the bound elves to hear her. The already corrupted ones giggled softly. “You see, they will be handlers. Bent to the will of the Kazdruk, and dominant over my new ferals,” Aeltha said, running her hands down Velkra’s arms.

“Ferals?”

“That, would be easier to show you,” Aeltha said, walking away towards her magical orb settled carefully on its pedestal. Velkra frowned a moment, before following after, already seeing images twist and turn inside the sorceress’s orb of sight.

“Behold. The first of my ferals. Savage, uncompromising, unfeeling,” Aeltha said, as Velkra looked down upon Neicul in chains, thrashing against his bonds, snarling and spitting in endless rage. His hard cock, sticking out from his pants, waving with his erratic movements, slapping against his thighs. The Talon Commander looked on with curiosity and furrowed brows.

“And these will be your shock troops Velkra. With them I think you can smash through the defences of the east.”

Velkra once more kept a neutral expression on her features. Watching Yuldasha’s brother in chains, his mind melted beyond cognitive patterns. This was Aeltha’s game? She played with dangerous pieces, and this uncontrolled savagery would not fit with her tactics.

“Of course,” she said anyway, pausing before adding: “Mistress”

 

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Hidden from sight by branches and dark leaves, Kira sat high in a tree looking over the village of Volgras. She had come by herself, telling the others she was stealthier and would be able to move about more easily to gather whatever information they could. After the raid on the town that had cost too many lives, there hadn’t been any argument.

Of course, Kira doubted they would have been so obedient in letting her go if they knew the thoughts that had refused to stop in her head. Running across her mind’s eye whenever she had a moment to herself.

Fingers running along her cheek, she felt the scars from her sister’s claws, and shivered. Biting her lower lip she thought of Lillium again. Her sultry, seductive sister. Succubus, vampire, baron of the Kazdruk, and now the source of all Kira’s fantasies. Deep dark desires that bubbled to the fore of her imagination with intense arousal.

So she had come, guided by arousal and fantasy, to find out what her sister had been talking about the night they fought. Forging new clans, the perseverance of humanity. Lillium was not a foolish woman. Corrupted, evil even, but not foolish. She would not have lived so long if she was.

So how was it she thought serving the Kazdruk would save her people? Living in chains was not salvation… even if it made her shiver in need.

Watching the village she saw mostly Helots patrolling the village. They seemed relaxed, but those towards the edge, those in the towers, seemed vigilant. They were learning from the raid as well. Listening, she could hear the hammer on steel sound of the blacksmith. She knew not who ran the shop now, but had a twinge of sorrow for Lukas who had once run the place. Dead now, in Innisgar. Like so many others.

Kira shook her head, trying to bring back the hate she had felt before, and failed. How could she be their saviour, if she lusted after the enemy?

Focusing back on the village she took note of the humans. Most were obviously slaves, with collars around their necks, and manacles bound to wrists and ankles. There were no chains on them, at the moment, but not one of them wore anything except a plain brown loincloth. Even from here they looked tired, and bruised from whatever work they were forced to do.

Others though, were not so unfortunate. She saw people wandering in clothing, without collars. They laughed, and talked with each other as they went about their days as if they were not living in a Kazdruk occupied village. Kira frowned at the sight. There were not many, but how many more would flock here to join the enemy if there was a chance to get away from the terror of living on the other side.

A figure walking down the road from the castle drew Kira’s eyes. She squinted, staring as her fingers idly continued to brush across the scars on her cheek. It was a human woman, topless, wearing a long pleated skirt of black with violet runes in vertical strips. There were tattoos on her bared skin, running up her sides and down her arms. A free woman, but more, one that commanded respect judging by the way the helots and other free folk bowed to her as she walked past. Behind her, crawling with a leash around her neck was a more familiar figure.

“Vivienne,” Kira breathed, eyes going wide as she watched the once proud and noble knight crawling obediently behind the tattooed woman. There was far too much slack in that leash to be anything but obedient.

The pair of them moved towards the building that had once been a church. But, whatever sacrilege had been done to it, it was now a temple to something darker. Making a guess, Kira thought the woman now pulling Vivienne into the temple was a priestess. She had to find out more, see what secrets Lillium was hiding in the village itself.

Dropping silently from her tree, she looked around. The border of the village was luckily too large to have every entrance watched by sentries. She looked out from the shadows towards one of the guard towers and waited until the helot within turned to look in another direction. As soon as eyes were off her path, Kira darted forward. Moving more like beast than human, staying low and in the shadows.

At the back of the temple, she looked upwards. Taking note of the brick walls and the gaps between each block. It was an old building after all. Her eyes slid over, away from the stained glass windows that now showed scenes of blood and lust, and found a plain window. Propped open. The wolfkin smirked, and kicked off her boots.

Moving beneath it, Kira dug her strong nails into the gaps between the bricks, and started to hoist herself upwards. Feet and hands working in concert to help her scale the wall, until she was pushing her head carefully into the opened window.

Inside looked to be some kind of office, or study. It was empty, and had a single door which likely lead to the main chamber of the temple. Slipping in through the window frame, Kira glanced at the desk. The papers and ink pot. The stacks of books and a small row of quills. She was about to take a closer look when she heard moans from the next room.

Turning her back to the bookshelves and desk, Kira made her way to the door and quietly opened it. Just a crack, looking into the main chamber. An open space now that the pews had been removed. Stains of cum on the floor, and fluttering tapestries hanging from the ceiling. Once the scriptures of Oan had been there, now there were runes and images of lust and blood. Just like the window. Sacrifices, vampires, orgies. Kira stared in horror… and a hint of curiosity that throbbed in her loins.

“Damn you sister. What have you done to me?” Kira whispered quietly, letting her eyes fall to the altar. A block of black stone, large enough for someone to lay across. Except Vivienne was on her hands and knees, her face against the stone. Her ass pushed up into the air as the woman, the priestess, standing behind her fucked her with a strap-on.

Vivienne moaned, not caring about the tight hold of the leash. Pulling that collar tight against her throat. She seemed to only care about thrusting her hips back against the Priestess who fucked her from behind. Juices streaming down the defiled knight’s thighs to patter against the stone. Their moans helping to further defile this once holy place as they flowed like a perverse two woman choir.

Kira thought about rushing in, but the look on Vivienne’s face stopped that. She was lost in lust, her tongue rolling out the side of her mouth as her tits ground against the altar. Had Lillium done this to her? Corrupted her, broke her?

She wasn’t surprised to find her fingers had made their way between her legs. Pushing the leather of her breeches against the hot patch waiting beneath. Feeling the cotton of her panties grinding against the lips of her cunt as she watched this former paragon of virtue let herself be so utterly violated. Biting her lip, she stopped herself from moaning. Just barely, but she stopped it, and watched the scene play out. Watched Vivienne’s form shake when orgasm took hold of her. Listened to those pristine moans of pleasure as her juices of lust dribbled all over the altar.

The Priestess smiled, giving Vivienne’s ass a firm squeeze.

“You are quite the loyal whore to our Harbinger,” the priestess purred, laying the leash upon the altar across Vivienne’s knuckles. The violated knight didn’t move, as if even the touch of the leash was enough to keep her in place.

“Thank you High Priestess,” Viv said, a moan in her voice, rewarded with a harsh slap to her ass.

“Await me here. I shall return momentarily,” the woman said, and turned on her heel, moving towards a door at the far side of the church.

When the door was closed behind those swaying hips, Kira did a quick scan of the rest of the temple. No one else was there. She quietly left the office, and moved towards Vivienne, a finger to her lips.

“You have returned to embrace the Mistress?” Vivienne said, her eyes alight with wonder as she spotted Kira coming towards her.

“No Viv. I’m here to get you out. To get you to freedom,” Kira said, reaching towards the collar, but pausing when Vivienne grasped her wrist. The wolfkin snapped her gave from Vivienne’s neck to her eyes.

“Why do you spurn her? She is your own sister. You should kneel, as I have. There is nothing better in this life than to kneel before her. Worship her. Serve her so utterly,” the knight… no, the whore Kira was realizing… spouted. Complete dogma, utterly broken.

Yanking her arm away from the whore zealot, she watched as Vivienne reached out, brushing fingers across the scars on her cheek. Kira’s eyes fluttered.

“You feel her, in your heart and your loins. Come… join me Kira. Give it all away, it only burdens you,” Vivienne purred, leaning forward more until she was able to run her tongue over Kira’s lips.

A shudder coursed up the wolfkin’s spine, and she let her lips part. Her own tongue dance softly with Vivienne’s for a bit before she let her wits return. She shuffled back, stared at Viv. Realized how far she had fallen.

The whore smirked, sliding her hand back under the leash.

“I do not want to go back,” Vivienne said, and there was a hot throb in Kira’s loins as she started backing towards the door.

“But soon, Mistress will return. Your sister will have you at her feet soon Kira. Then you will understand,” Vivienne said, then lifted her head and screamed out.

“Intruder!”

Kira turned and ran back into the office, not bothering to check if anyone had actually emerged to find her. Scrambling out the window she paused for only a heartbeat to grab her boots before she plunged back into the forest. Away from here.

Away from the horrible truth of what Vivienne had said.

For Kira already understood.

 

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Aela emerged from the side room holding a needle and a small jar of black ink. She smiled as she watched the door to her office slam shut. The wolfkin was an issue, but perhaps the Harbinger’s influence was already too strong in her soul to be a true concern. What little information she gathered here today would soon be outdated before she could use it.

“You did well. The Harbinger will surely reward you for your service,” Aela told the whore that had been a knight. Moving behind her again and dipping the tip of her needle into the jar of ink.

“Thank you High Priestess. I live to serve. I am the whore of the Harbinger. Suited to pleasure her needs,” Vivienne said. Her new doctrine, that she spoke of with lust thick in her tone.

Smiling, Aela pressed the needle to Vivienne’s lower back, just above her ass. Everything was going according to plan.

“Then bare her mark with Pride,” she said, and pushed the needle into skin.

 

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Running her fingers through the mane of her mare Orchid, Layli whispered soft words into its ear. She could all but feel her excitement, the pounding heart within its mighty breast. Clad in leather trousers with a long tunic of scale mail, Layli and  Orchid were eager for the coming battle.

Turning her head she looked at the other Scytar warriors, all mounted as they waited behind the ridge for the call to charge. The winds buffeted them, but the nomads were used to much worse in their homeland of the Hyroja Desert. So they sat patiently, ready to shed the blood of the foe.

The Shaman of this War Host rode along the front as all waited for the scouts to return. The man was aging, his hair silver and white with a thick beard along his jaw, but still he rippled with muscle. Clad only in hide trousers, his chest and back tattooed with animals and runes, he looked over the eager warriors. A rod in one hand, he shook it, asking the Gods of the sky, and the spirits of the land, to step back and let the warriors of the Scytar claim this victory for them.

“Flesh to blood, bone to dust,” he said then, turning towards the ridge. The necklace of claws around his neck rattling with the motion. The chant began to carry amongst the warriors, rising in volume.

The Serok, the commander of this War Host, was quiet in the front, watching as a pair of scouts ran down the hill towards him. The time was almost upon them, the chant of the warriors getting louder and louder.

Layli broke away, guiding Orchid over towards the Shaman. As shawrapaht, her duty was to him first, and now that he had finished his rituals she was free to speak with him.

“Behdin, will you be joining the fray?” she asked of him, leaning in that he could hear her words. The aging man laughed gently, shaking his head.

“No. I will return to the camp when the charge lances ahead. But you must be with them my shawrapaht. Cleave and spill blood in memories of my younger days,” he said patting her shoulder firmly. Layli smirked, and nodded, reaching over her shoulder to feel the fletching of her arrows, counting them silently.

“Flesh to blood Layli,” Behdin told her, glancing over at the Serok and turning his own horse away.

“Bone to dust,” she replied, pulling her bow from within the large wide sheath along Orchid’s saddle.

Easing back into the lines, she watched as the Serok lifted his spear up into the air, ribbons of red and orange fluttering from just beneath the bladed head. The chanting of the War Host was at a fever pitch now, doubtlessly heard from Thorlgruz. Hundreds of battle ready Scytar, eager to shed blood and deal death.

The spear dropped down, point forward, and as one the mighty host urged their mounts forward, rising up the ridge and soon cresting over the top. Dust kicked up from the hooves filled the air as they descended on the other side, rushing towards the cathedral of Thorlgruz and the ramshackle slave village that surrounded it.

Riding just behind the lancers that made up the front of the charge, Layli could see the panicked Kazdruk forces. Helots scrambling to make a pike line just in front of the village, the tall and powerful purebred Kazdruk warriors attempting to get their forces into some kind of defence. More were slowly coming out from slave shacks and the cathedral itself, but they were not expecting this attack.

Layli had her bow held in front of her, an arrow notched. Pulling the string back, she aimed down the shaft, and curled her lips in a grin; battle was upon them.

One hundred horse lengths away, the archers unleashed their first salvo. The arrows whistled between the lancers. There was a wild cheer of bloody glee as dozens of helots and even a Kazdruk warrior fell. Their bodies pin cushioned with arrows. The fools didn’t have any shields up front yet.

Seventy five horse lengths came the second salvo, and a third at fifty. A rain of arrows that didn’t slow the thundering charge of hooves rushing towards the enemy. Over one hundred dead from the onslaught. Sheathing her bow, Layli pulled free her sword. The enemy was so close now, she could see the panic in their eyes. See the concern in the Kazdruk as they tried to get their forces to close ranks.

The lancers hit with the crunch of steel lances punching through armour. Of hooves hammering flesh and bone. Screams of helots and wild Scytar war cries fill the air as the lancers punch through the lines. Layli and other sword wielders just behind, slashing downwards at survivors. The curved tips of their blades cutting limbs and necks.

Layli let out a cry of blood fuelled ecstasy as she took a helot’s head from its shoulders, and continued on. Blood sprayed up her arm as she tilted to the other side in the saddle. Her blade took a helot’s arm at the elbow before it could thrust a spear at the third line.

The helots broke, running into the town and Cathedral. Those few that stayed were easily run down. Layli stopped her own charge, taking a quick account of the battlefield. Taking note of a Kazdruk on his back, a broken lance punched through his chest, blood pouring from his mouth.

“Into the town!” someone cried, turning their horses to rush down narrow streets, cleaving at retreating helots and sending them sprawling to the dust. Slaves watched on, some pulling themselves from their stupor to grasp weapons from the fallen. The streets and shacks soon turning into a charnel house as slave, Scytar, and Kazdruk all fought desperately. Doors kicked open to get at Helots trying to regroup. Kazdruk purebreds gouging their way through packs of slaves.

“Layli. Take the archers, and get into the cathedral,” the face of the Serok before her startled the shawrapaht, but she nodded. Turning her horse she gathered one hundred archers, each of them armed with a blade as well.

“The front door is likely guarded well, we need to find back entrances. We split into two groups, circle around, and breach where we can. Meet inside,” Layli said, trying to ignore the screams of battle and concentrate on her own task.

“Flesh to blood,” was the response she earned, and Layli nodded to them.

All one hundred rode towards the stone walls of the cathedral. Outside the main door, eight guards were pounding on the doors to be let in. The helots screaming out, before turning and snarling at the enemy. A hail of arrows killed each of them. The one hundred riders then dismounted, and broke into two groups, flowing around the cathedral.

With forty nine at her back, most with bows still in hand, they moved along the high ground Thorlgruz itself sat upon. They moved quickly, not concerned with quiet as battle raged.

Warm chunks splashed across the back of Layli’s head. Chips of skull and bits of brain getting caught in her hair. The man behind her had taken a crossbow bolt to the side of the head. A few archers quickly loosed arrows towards where the bolt had come from, and someone pushed the Scytar warrior’s body to the side.

Soon they found a door. A small one, not much larger than a person’s width or height.

“Axes,” Layli said, sword in hand as shards of glass rained down from above.

She turned her face away and raised an arm. Felt the shards clattering against her bracer as a large woman with an axe came forward. Archers along the walls were shooting upwards, as Helots stuck out to launch bolts and throw rocks down upon the enemy.

Shards of wood flew outwards from the door as the axe bit into it. The slight barrier shaking in its frame. The woman let out a mighty roar, and swung the axe again. And again. The door eventually smashing off the hinges and falling to pieces inwards. The follow through of the axe caught a helot by surprise. Burrowing between his ribs and killing him near instantly.

Eight more archers were lost on the ridge to the helots, their corpses left where they had fallen. Layli would sing at their pyres later, for now she pushed in behind the axe woman and into the halls of Thorlgruz.  The sounds of battle echoed off the stone, and Layli knew the others had gotten through to the other side.

Fighting through the side chambers and into the main area of prayer, Layli watched with a twitch as a barrage of crossbows took out twelve of her archers. But it took too long for the helots to reload and the Scytar were upon them. Jumping over broken pews and firing their bows up into the balconies that overlooked them, the Scytar warriors screamed and slaughtered any in their path. Kazdruk and helot alike.

Blood flowed over the carefully laid stones of the floor. Dripping down into the cracks and gaps caused by such mistreatment from the Kazdruk since this place had fallen years before.

Layli spotted one of the large red skinned invaders though, rushing through a back door. Quietly, she followed, letting the sounds of battle fade as she made her way through back corridors and past various rooms. She followed the sound of hooves clattering on stone floors, and ignored the looks of weary slaves looking outwards at her without any true emotion.

Up flights and stairs, Layli followed quiet as shadow, her blade in hand. From an open door ahead she heard voices. Wishing now she’d brought backup, she steeled herself for a fight and continued forward, keeping low as she went through the door.

There was no one in the room asides the tall Kazdruk warrior, a large mace held at her side. She was bent over a pedestal, but Layli could not see what was upon it.

“Thorlgruz is fallen Aeltha,” the Kazdruk was saying with some anger to her voice.

“It better not fall. That is the seat of my experiments. You will get back to the fight and push back th-” whatever else this, Aeltha was going to say, she caught her tongue when the Kazdruk warrior’s head was taken from her shoulders.

The severed head hit the floor with a loud thunk, before the body slowly fell to the side. Blood splashed across the floor from the stump of her neck and twitched once in death.

Standing before a strange orb, Layli looked at yet another demon. Her red eyes glared with hatred at the shawrapaht. Layli wiped her sword clean and sheathed it before bending to pick up the fallen mace with both hands.

“I will flay your skin from your bones, and make you live forever in anguish,” Aeltha said. Layli shrugged.

“Come find me first,” she said, and smashed the orb with the mace.

Spire of Torment. Chapter 31: A Captured Captive

 

Brayton huffed as he carried his wooden cart full of wine and salt dried meats up the dark halls of the spire. His back hurt and the leather support straps were starting to dig into his soft human flesh. Each step hurt more than the last and was a constant reminder of his new place in life. One week ago, Brayton had been on patrol during a frosty night along the Antler Timberlands. The Kazdruk had decided to advance forward through the woodlands afterall. The brilliant tacticians of the coalition had not foreseen such an early and eager attack plan lead by the Kazdruk. Along the timberlands, the skirmishes had been dreadful, leading up to what now appeared to be a stalemate. Whoever was leading the Kazdruk advancement used outlandish and ferocious tactics. They attacked when least expected. When their forces appeared spread thin, they moved onward like berserkers. When attack was imminent, they held back with agonising patience and composure, draining the resources of the human and elvish forces. It was a controlled chaos, a tactic that cost the coalition many lives.

That night, the demons broke through without warning. The memories echoed throughout Brayton’s mind as he walked up the spiral staircase, the icy screams of his lance mates being butchered now slowly fading. Like the few others fortunate enough to survive, Brayton was imprisoned and quickly pushed into work within parts of the Kazdruk occupation zones. Brayton did what he was told and kept his head down. Any who disobeyed or as much as looked at a Kazdruk wrong, was tortured, killed or simply disappeared. His obedience paid off as he quickly found himself now working within the spire.

Brayton was even more cautious now within these walls. He was no longer in a small outpost, village or staging area, he was at the heart of the Kazdruk occupation. The spire was harsh, cold and mysterious. He shuddered every time a shriek screamed out, bouncing endlessly off the dim stone walls of this hellish palace. He had the same duties everyday, transport food and drink to the higher levels of the spire. His master was a short ashy Kazdruk cook named Raltok. The beastly male had him load a heavy wooden crate and deliver the goods to points throughout the structure. Guards prevented him from ever traveling off route or exploring. There were many doors that lead to unknown parts of the spire he was dying to explore, he even witnessed a portal once while on his daily route, which only filled Brayton’s head with endless wonder.

Brayton finally reached the top and moved onward through the next hall. He moved with extra care in two parts of the spire: the grunt’s barracks and the area he was in now. He found the highest ranking Kazdruk to be somewhat fair. As long as you did your job, showed your proper respects and followed orders, you could be in and out without incident. On the other hand, the lower levels filled with the grunts, guardsmen and even those helots could be very bad at times. The absolute worst for Brayton though, was the superior personal quarters which he currently found himself in. A purgatory like area, neither the top or bottom of the spire. The talon leaders and trainers lived in this upper caste area. Here they all craved more power, never missing a chance to flex their egos or needlessly prove themselves. If you walked the wrong gate, looked the wrong way, answered incorrectly or just stood in the wrong place at the wrong time, you would quickly find yourself in a world of hurt.

Brayton took a deep breath and hoisted the crate up so he was no longer slouching. Composing himself, he took a step forward into the purplish candle light. His first stop was to a talon leader named Ordvicc. Ordvicc was a fresh warrior who had just recently been promoted to talon leader. This invasion was Ordvicc’s first true conflict. Ordvicc was an interesting case when it came to Kazdruk society. Ordvicc originally started his life as a worker. As he aged, he found no glory among the working caste, so he savagely fought his way into the warrior caste. Brayton had to be cautious, Ordvicc was no Kazdruk purebreed. In fact, he was small by Kazdruk standards. He was roughly the same height as Brayton, who was the average height of any human male. Because of this, Brayton kept his distance and always tried to appear shorter.

Brayton cleared his throat and knocked on the door lightly. Too loud and he would possibly upset Ordvicc, too soft and he wouldn’t hear. Brayton was surprised when he was met by a lush, female snow-pale elf. Not what Brayton was expecting.

“Uh, good evening,” Brayton spoke softly.      

Ordvicc’s elf moved swiftly towards the human, her soft bosoms jiggled with each step and her hips moved with a mesmerizing sway. Brayton swallowed hard trying to ignore her inciting body. He looked past the angelic elf to see Ordvicc who appeared preoccupied with a second elf and ignoring him altogether. Brayton outstretched the contents he was tasked with delivering to the lovely elf standing before him.

“My lady, i’m here to deliver this to Ordvicc.”

The elf wrapped her arm around Brayton’s neck while she took the drinks from him.

“Mmm, thank you. I shall bring these to my master,” the elf spoke. “Care to stay for a bit, i’m here to please,” the elf continued while running her tongue up the side of Brayton’s neck.

“I…uh, I must be on my way,” Brayton spoke, knowing any interaction with Ordvicc’s slave would certainly upset him.

Quickly backing up, he made it out the door. As he left, he exhaled lightly in relief knowing he dodged a run in with Ordvicc.

“Phew, that could’ve been bad.

He then turned the corner. Brayton froze in place as Wulfshn was now leaving her chamber and entering the dark hall in his direction. The thought of dealing with Ordvicc suddenly seemed pleasant in comparison. For a moment, he thought of going back and hiding in Ordvicc’s room. The tall and powerful amazonian gazed at him, quickly locking eye contact. Trying not to panic, Brayton quickly looked down, knowing nothing good would come of locking eyes with a Kazdruk, especially with a purebred of the warrior caste. Without looking up, Brayton could sense her powerful build coming closer. He could feel it in the stone floor beneath his feet with every step she took. Trying to remember the formalities and etiquette that kept him alive this long, Brayton quickly knelled before the Kazdruk purebred. Wulfshn swayed her wide hips and purposely knocked her waist into Brayton. Her muscular thigh knocked him over causing him to fall backward.

“You should know better than to get in my way human!” Wulfshn spat, now looking down at him and his assortment of spilled wine bottles. The Kazdruk eyed him over for a moment. Brayton thought he saw her crack a sly smile. It was a look of hunger that didn’t sit well with him.

“My apologies mistress, it will not happen again.”

Wulfshn looked down at him once more, examining his body.

“You’re new around here aren’t you? I’ve seen you sulking around on your daily runs. What is your name slave?”

Brayton swallowed hard while searching for the strength to answer.

“Br-Brayton,” He replied. His voice cracking ever so slightly. He couldn’t help but notice the Kazdruk’s two large battle axes dangling off her belt loops. This was it he thought to himself. He would not get out of this gaffe alive.

“Brayton you say? Hmm, slightly adorable I suppose—for a human. Gather your supplies there and get on your feet.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Brayton awkwardly moved around on his hands and knees. The tall Kazdruk woman enjoyed the view as the human shuffled around gathering the bottles of wine and packages of salt dried meats. Luckily, none had broken and he was able to pick them up. Slowly, he stood. Awkwardly, the human looked upward at the impressive female warrior. Wulfshn towered over him, his flustered face was under the level of her breasts, granting Brayon quite the eye-full of under-cleavage.

Wulfshn took a step closer to Brayton. Softly, she brushed her fit body into the human while looking down at him. Brayton’s body turned to ice, he didn’t dare move or speak. A cold shiver rolled down his back, for he had never come this close to a Kazdruk before. This one was even larger face to face. Brayton quickly found himself backed into the wall by her body and toned muscle. The Kazdruk’s scent quickly overtook Brayton. At first, It was a pleasant earthy musk that was mixed with a familiar wintery outdoor fire. The closer she got, Brayton noticed that her aroma was laced with an appealing sweet, yet spicy smell. The smell soon became irresistible as Brayton felt his heart began to race. His mind jumped in confusion, he had spent so long trying to survive that he never took the time to admire the female form of the enemy. She was built like a battle horse, but still retained feminine curves. Like all of them, this Kazdruk soldier was dangerous, cold blooded and savage. He knew that she would not hesitate to swiftly kill him for no reason. He was a prisoner and slave, a mere resource that could easily be replaced. Still, Brayton couldn’t help but gaze across her tan skin, each sculpted muscle a reminder that she was bred to kill and control on the battlefield.

Wulfshn smiled and began to run her finger down his bare chest. Without warning, she pinned him to the wall with her other hand and held him in place with her palm. The large amazon then hooked her nail along his loin cloth and tugged forward slightly. Bending over, she looked down his loin cloth with a grin. Brayton’s eyes widened as he observed the Kazdruk lick her bottom lip before biting it ever so softly. Starting to be crushed, Brayton felt his body being pushed harder into the cold wall now. He found it harder to breath as the robust demoness easily established her dominance over him.

With a snap, she let his loin cloth whip back into place. Running her hand under his chin, Wufshn pulled his head upward forcing eye contact with him. Brayton shivered as her lusty, mint colored serpentine eyes peered into his own. Her sultry gaze mesmerized Brayton, he found her eyes to be oddly attractive for a such a blood thirsty killer who had most likely killed many of his own people, family and friends. As he became lost in her eyes, she moved her free hand down and groped his penis through his loin cloth. Brayton gasped as her large hand completely enveloped his cock.

This is not how he thought things would pan out. He had heard of the enemy taking both women and men as sex slaves. He wasn’t sure if this is what was about to happen or if he was about to be castrated as punishment for his recklessness. Regardless, he couldn’t move as the large Kazdruk continued to hold him in place while stroking his manhood. Trying his best to stay stoic, Brayton felt his cock begin to harden as his own body began to betray himself. Wulfshn smiled with a hungry grin.

“Oh, what is this under here?”

Brayton did not know how to respond, surely she knew what his manhood was.

“I…”

“Shhh,” Wulfshn responded, as her entire hand now wrapped around his hard member. Snugly his manhood fit, his length falling short of reaching the other side of her palm. With a small tug, Wulfshn pulled him forward, her immense strength could severely injure him easily if she wished. At the mercy of the amazon’s hand, Brayton did not resist and followed her every move.

” I could use a new toy such as yourself. You’re nice and submissive—yet you seem strong enough to last a night or two.” Wulfshn spoke softly while she pulled Brayton’s face into her cleavage. Brayton’s nose was filled with her scent as his face became squashed between her chest.  

Before Brayton could respond, a group of guards came down the hall, one stopped at Wulfshn’s side and saluted.

“You guards are not needed, move along,” Wulfshn quickly barked, holding the human’s face now even deeper in her bosoms, suffocating the small human.

The guard looked down for a moment perplexed.

“With all due respects Wulfshn, we were sent to find this slave here, we have been informed that he is late on deliveries.”

“Is this so? And who informed you of this?”

“Yes Wulfshn,Talon Leader Luzella had reported the complaint, she is furious that her drinks have not yet arrived.”

Wulfshn scoffed rather unsurprised and looked back down at the slave, letting his face free as he quickly gasped for air.

“Well, I shall not keep her waiting then, continue your route then slave.”

“Yes, of course. My apologies,” Brayton spoke while catching his breath and bowing to both Wulfshn and the guard.

Brayton picked up his wood box and turned. Watching on with a playful grin, Wulfshn squeezed his ass as he started to move away. Brayton froze and turned around slowly to see if Wulfshn still required service. Wulfshn smiled back before snapping her teeth at him in an aggressive manner. The snap made Brayton jump reminding him of a vicious animal. Wulfshn giggled at how uneasy she made the small human feel and that was how she liked things. She finally turned and walked away with a sway in her hips.

Brayton turned back, slowly relieved that he somehow survived that encounter. Moving onward, the human walked briskly towards Luzella’s room. Brayton couldn’t stop thinking about Wulfshn’s large hand dominating his cock and the way she pulled him into her strong body. The way she played with his member through his cloth continued to dance inside his head. The sensation was quickly culled as he reached Luzella’s chambers. The large black door stood as an imposing entryway to torture. This particular Kazdruk was difficult even on a good day. She lived to make slave life miserable and even other Kazdruk’s life hell for that matter. Brayton had seen her effortlessly incapacitate fearless warriors on more than one occasion. According to the guard, she was already angry that this delivery was late and now Brayton was about to walk into a tempest of fury. Brayton had quickly learned that this Luzella had a rather unquenchable thirst for lust but also beverages that would easily knock a full-grown human off their feet. Brayton was carrying some of of those with him, and if he didn’t hurry, he would soon find himself in trouble.

Taking another deep breath, Brayton raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door swung open almost instantly. Standing before Brayton was Luzella who now looked down with a mix of annoyance and malevolence. Brayton had to physically bend his neck in order to look upward and address Luzella. Much like her littermate Wulfshn, Luzella was even taller and carried an equally powerful build. Her muscular physique glimmered in her chamber’s candle light and showed off her body well. Brayton felt even shorter while in the shadow of Luzella. He looked up as if each breath might be his last. He did his best to remain calm and collected while around her and her amazonian features. Fear began to crawl up his neck as he wondered how many of his fellow countrymen had fallen to her. The way she moved, the way she breathed, the look in her blizzard like eyes, everything about her was dangerous and predatory.

“Did you get lost slave?” Luzella asked now resting her large arm on the side of the door frame. Brayton looked up at the arm that could easily crush him and swallowed hard. The Kazdruk’s long raven black hair hung loosely while slightly dancing in the hall’s breeze. Brayton couldn’t help but follow the elegant tresses that contrasted harshly against her deadly body. The long black strands lead down to her large heavy breasts where an icy blue snowflake pendent sat between them. Brayton quickly kneeled before the great woman and then spoke.

“I bumped into Wulfshn your greatness. My apologies…I have your-“

“Shush! I did not ask for excuses,” Luzella cut off the human and took a step forward before smiling. “Well? What are you waiting for? Complete your delivery,” Luzella spoke standing aside to let Brayton enter.

Brayton wasted no time, got to his feet and walked forward waiting for a disciplinary strike that never came. Luzella’s room was dark this eve, as only a handful of candles light the room. The room smelled of a strong exotic incense that slightly choked Brayton as he walked deeper in. The smell conjured up memories of the elvish temples he had once visited. Many years back while providing security during a summit of diplomacy with the Northern elvish houses. The aroma was soothing, yet invigorating. Brayton found it odd for a Kazdruk to burn such scents and wondered if it had in fact been taken by force during a raid or torn from an elvish temple that was most likely a pile of ash and cinders now.

Brayton’s thoughts were quickly knocked out of his mind as Luzella slammed the heavy door behind her. Brayton froze in terror. Usually Luzella took her drinks and sent him on his merry way. Luzella locked the door, the metallic clang of the latch causing Brayton’s heart to skip a beat.

“Place the box on the table.”

Not to keep the Kazdruk waiting, Brayton quickly made his way to the table and began to unload the drinks. As Brayton was carefully unloading the contents, he sensed Luzella directly behind him. The large amazonian placed both of her hands on Brayton’s shoulders.

“I’ve wanted to get a closer look at you boy,” Luzella purred while running her hands down his arms. “A human of Goldulin I presume?”

Brayton stood frozen, the words stung hard, flaring up suppressed anger that flushed his face red. The Kazdruk knew what she was doing and could feel the human tense up. Running her hand up to the back of his neck, Luzella wrapped her hand around it tightly, reminding Brayton that she could break it easily it if provoked.

“Well?”

“Yes, yes, I was a soldier of Goldulin,” Brayton finally replied trying to hide his anger.  

“A land laid to rest. How unfortunate,” Luzella returned coldly.

Picking up a new bottle she ran her white eyes across the label before stabbing the cork with Geem’s dagger and removing it. Looking down at the human, she smirked before taking a long swig of the alcoholic drink. Brayton uncomfortably looked around the room, unsure of why Luzella still had him here. It was hard to ignore the various weapons and war trophies that decorated the camber. Many of the them were remains of exotic beasts and skulls of dangerous creatures. Along the opposite side, Brayton noticed a holding cell and was surprised to suddenly see a blonde elf at the bars staring back. The elf startled him. Behind the elf was a darker elf who was sitting along the back wall. Luzella slammed down the bottle that was now almost empty, startling Brayton further. He quickly looked away from the cell and returned his eyes to the ground.

“Am I boring you human?” Luzella asked.

“No ma’am, I was just admiring your—uh, decor.”

Luzella smiled knowing the human had noticed her two slaves.

“Would you like to meet them?

Brayton’s eyes shifted from left to right thinking of a quick response to the obvious trick question.

“Well, it would be rude to not properly introduce myself.”

Luzella laughed at the human’s witty response, wondering how this human slave had managed to make it this long without being killed. Luzella shoved Brayton forward toward the holding cell.

“Ladies, this here is Brayton he wishes to say hello.”

Avelyn watched on with an emotionless face wondering why the human slave was here. Unimpressed with the male before her, she flashed him a fictitious smile. Tasha looked up, huffed in disgust and looked away. Before Brayton could say anything to the two women, he was yanked away by Luzella’s firm grip.

“By now, your master is most likely annoyed that you’re missing. Let me guess, you’re one of Raltok’s boys?”

Brayton remained silent and nodded yes, trying his damn best to not look at Luzella’s cleavage. Unbeknownst to Brayton, Luzella had caught the human looking. Without warning, Luzella shoved Brayton against the table, her body easily pinning him.

 “You seem to have a hard time controlling your eyes human.”

“My apologies ma’am. Please, I don’t wish to keep you. I should really be on my way.”

Luzella smiled.

“Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere,” the Kazdruk replied while pushing her tits onto Brayton’s chest and causing the wood table to strain under them. “Raltok will have to do without you. He will have to simply replace you,” Luzella returned as she shifted behind Brayton and pulled a set of shackles forward. Brayton couldn’t move, he wriggled as much as he could but the amazonian easily held him against the table’s surface. The cold shackles quickly locked around his wrists with a metallic snap. With a smile, Luzella let up and tightened the slack on the chains by cranking an unseen mechanism behind Brayton. He found his arms being stretched to either side, leaving him zero slack while crucified to the table’s surface.

“What…what are you doing?” Brayton mumbled. His mind hectically raced with various possibilities, all of them ending in painful death.

Luzella came back with a thick rope and pushed it into Brayton’s mouth. The human let out a muffled protest but was gagged into silence with the rope. Luzella laughed as she tied it off behind his head.

” There we go, all your questions were beginning to annoy me. You appear to be strong enough to last me a few nights.”

Brayton’s eye widened at the comment, for that was the second time he heard those very words this evening. What did they mean?

” I haven’t tasted the cum of a male in some time, little pet,” Luzella spoke softly as she removed her top, letting her hefty breasts fall free. “I get the craving now and then. Now that I think about it, I could earn some extra coin with your seed, if you can produce enough for me that is,” Luzella continued as she began to lightly glide her stolen elvish dagger down Brayton’s stomach and stopping near his cock. “I think you’re in well enough shape to provide me some. I was going to kill you in a rather horrific way but lucky for you, I reconsidered.” Luzella slashed sideways with the dagger, dangerously close to the human’s cock. Brayton jumped thinking his manhood might have just been severed off. He was afraid to look but was relieved that he felt no pain. He finally looked down and exhaled in relief that only his cod piece had been cut off.

“I suppose even you human men have your uses. Perhaps I was too quick to judge your kind. Small and weak, yes. Useless for fighting and conquering. Too slow and feeble to build anything at a reasonable pace— and rather small to properly pleasure a Kazdruk woman. But a milk stud? Perhaps you could fulfill that duty. You see, Human seed is quite the delicacy in these parts. It’s worth a try don’t you think? If you turn out to be too weak or produce insufficient levels of milk, then like all useless cattle, I will take you out back and end your existence. Nothing of value will be lost. What do you think?”

A bead of sweat rolled down Brayton’s forehead. He nodded in agreement, unsure what he was exactly agreeing to but it was better than death he thought.

“That’s what I thought. Not that you had a choice in the matter. Well, let’s have a little taste then.”

Luzella reached off the side and poured a bottle of slick lubricant across her tits.

“You seemed to like looking at these, so why don’t we start with them?”

Brayton couldn’t believe what was happening. He didn’t know how to respond or act. Before he could decide, he felt her heavy tits slide across his cock.

“You going to get hard for me, my boy. Or are you really that useless?”

Brayton felt his cock starting to grow. The Kazdruk’s tits smothered his cock sending a shiver of pleasure up his back. Purring softly, Luzella buried his cock between her hefty breasts making them easily disappear between her soft oily flesh. Eyeing the human and reading his response, she pushed her tits together tightly before bouncing them up and down. The heavy weight of her tits smacked on Brayton’s legs and stomach as she stroked him now. Hungrily, she bounced them more. His cock rock hard, Brayton moaned slightly through his bite gag.

“Oh, the little stud likes this?”

Luzella upped her pace slightly, letting her nipple rings jingle with each bounce. Her soft tits jiggled around stroking the human’s cock that was trapped deep inside. Constricted by her tits, Brayton’s cock was already getting close to blowing. For a blood-thirsty killing animal, Luzella certainly knew what she was doing and it was expeditiously driving Brayton over the edge.

Switching to her hand, she completely dominated the human’s penis. His length never reached the edge of her full palm as her large hand completely enveloped him with ease. Softly she jerked him up and and down causing her soft tits to recoil with each stroke. Luzella smirked as the human’s cock began to flex in her palm. Squeezing harder, she effortlessly stroked him into submission as her new pet started to cum. Luzella grinned and squeezed her tits together burying Brayton’s cock between them again. She growled softly as she felt the cock spurting and flexing deep under her breasts.

 

Luzella Brayton

 

Hot strings of cum made their way out from between the slick valley, splashing up across the top of Luzella’s tits and face. The cold chains rattled as the human shook from his powerful orgasm. Luzella didn’t let up and continued to stroke her slave’s cock. Torturing the male with her strong hand, she slowly stroked onward, pumping out the last of his thick cum. Tremors rocked the human’s body as she now kept a slow pace of endless stroking. Luzella lapped the strand of cum that hung from her lip. She purred in response as the sweet cum melted across her tongue. The taste turned her on greatly as she lapped more off her own tits.

“Oh you will do just fine my little stud.”

Brayton wriggled in his shackles as Luzella kept stroking his now overly sensitive cock. She knew it would drive him mad and took pleasure in the action. With a deep smile, she watched as Brayton’s body convulsed with each slow stroke. She continued to rape his manhood with her strong hand. Now running her index finger under his glans, she wanted more of his sweet cum. Brayton bit hard into his rope gag, praying to the gods that she would stop. Alas, the stroking never stopped. Up and down the Kazdruk’s hand went, each completion sending a wave of sensitive agony through the human’s body. Luzella took her freehand and ran her fingers into the lubricant. Reaching back, she slid her finger into Brayton’s ass.

“Oh, you’re quite tight aren’t you. This should be enjoyable to fuck later tonight. How does that sound?”

Brayton clenched down on his mouth gag as her finger probed deep into his ass. Sliding in and out, she moved onto two fingers, earning another moan. Luzella smiled and began massaging his prostate. The human arched his back as the combined stroking of his sensitive cock and prostate caused him to explode again, blasting more cum across Luzella’s tits and face.

 

Luzella milking

 

 

With a grin, Luzella lapped up the new sweet strands but the cruel Kazdruk did not stop. She kept stroking.          

The slow sensual torture was finally interrupted by a chime-like sound coming from a mirror on the other side of the room. Brayton thought it sounded like a mix of wind chimes and crackling fire. Luzella’s face turned to annoyance as she kept stroking and milking. The sound did not stop. Finally, Luzella concluded her session of hand domination, turned and walked towards the mirror. Brayton did his best to catch his breath as he watched in amazement. The Kazdruk waved in front of the mirror and a burst of green energy rippled out like water turning the reflection into an image. The Kazdruk waitress of the mess hall appeared on the other side. The close friend of Luzella’s smiled in the mirror.

“Zris, what is it?” Luzella asked puzzled.

“Luzella, please forgive my intrusion. I thought you would like to know of an important event that took place here in the tavern.” 

“Go on.” 

“Velkra killed Gelhoz this eve. She has claimed herself as their new talon leader. Her takeover as of now, has gone uncontested. The other members appear to have accepted her as their new leader.” 

“Is that so?” Luzella paused for a moment lapping a stray strand of cum off her lips. “Velkra is pushing forward it seems, possibly attempting to rekindle that limp and maimed talon that Gelhoz ran. He had become too complacent, his leadership declining. We shall keep a close eye on Velkra then. I foresee her possibly surpassing the other talons,” Luzella smirked. “Huh, crafty keeat. She waited for the perfect moment to establish her dominance. Well, I shall congratulate her then. Now, in person.”

“As you wish Luzella. Good eve.”

The mirror zapped and fizzled back to normal as Luzella spun around looking at Bryton.

“Hm, well appears I have some congratulating to do. Don’t you worry, I will be back to further test your limits,” She laughed before lapping his cock head one last time. “Stay put, i’ll be back soon.”

Brayton shook the shackles that still kept him in place. He let out a muffle as Luzella left him locked to the table like a cow.

 

 

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A wave of quandary washed over Luzella’s face as she tried to rationalize Velkra’s next move. Turning the corridor’s corner sharply, the Kazdruk made her way towards the stairs that lead to the lower levels. Wulfshn appeared around the step’s bend as she briskly jogged up the stairs. Luzella watched as her sister’s long black hair bounced with each step. She let a small smile slip as she caught view of Wulfshn’s top struggling to carry the weight of each heavy breast.

“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Luzella inquired, catching Wulfshn off guard as she had not noticed her littermate at the top of the stairs yet.

“Oh, good evening Luzella,” Wulfshn replied with a mischievous smile. “Heading back to my chambers. I forgot my damn key for the east wing’s armory. I forget the fuckin’ key every time. Was going to sharpen my axes a bit before bed.” 

“Too many strikes to the head will do that,” Luzella laughed. “I’m on my way to congratulate Velkra on her subjugation of Gelhoz’s talon. She is now their leader.”

Wulfshn stopped in surprise before her face turned to a cruel smile. 

“Oh, is that so? Well, please send her my regards then.” 

“I shall pass on your praise; goodnight sister,” Luzella returned with a short abbreviated bow.

Wulfshn returned a smile and walked past Luzella into the upper halls. Quickly she moved, passing the other chambers including Luzella’s door. Wulfshn waited a moment before looking back over her shoulder. Curiosity now fell over the Kazdruk. She paused at her own door before looking back down the hall at Luzella’s door. A spark of arousal pulsed below Wulfshn’s navel. Biting her lip, she wondered where that scrumptious delivery boy had gone. Knowing her littermate better than anyone, Wulfshn knew he was probably locked up in Luzella’s chamber.

Taking a slow step backward, another shock ran up between her legs. She measured and balanced the consequences of stealing Luzella’s property.  A sly smirk drew across her face as any form of reasonable thought quickly slipped away. Her lustful cravings took ahold and was already starting to boil over.  Wulfshn wanted that Brayton for her own. With her mind decided, Wulfshn went into her own room to gather some supplies. Remembering Jelthra’s magical key, she opened her nightstand drawer with a big smile. Luzella had wanted nothing to do with the magically fraudulent item and tossed it aside during Jelthra’s interrogation. Wulfshn knew the magical key would come in handy someday and was quick to take it. She grabbed the key before softly creeping back into the hall. Wulfshn’s size and hooves didn’t lend well to sneaking around. Realizing how ridiculous she was being, the tall Kazdruk let a small laugh slip and she shook her head. Giving up, she simply walked to Luzella’s door with purpose. Working surprisingly delicately for a lust fueled, hell bent warrior, Wulfshn slid the bewitched key into the door’s slot. A soft blue glow leaked inside the keyhole before rewarding Wulfshn with a click. Her icy eyes filled with excitement as the door hinged open.

 

 

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Luzella’s white eyes inquisitively peered into the mess hall. Shifting back and forth, she scanned the noisy tavern for Velkra. To her surprise, she was not there. Smiling, Luzella quickly realized many of Gelhoz’s contingent was nowhere in sight either.

She certainly isn’t wasting anytime—putting them to work already,” Luzella conversed with herself.

Luzella turned around, knowing exactly where she would find Velkra and her new talon. Passing the eastern section of the spire, the powerful Kazdruk trotted down a wide, deep spiral staircase. Reaching the lower landing, she ducked slightly to not drag her horns across the entryway. The ample egress lead out to an outside training field surrounded by tall stone columns adorned with various statues. The coliseum held Velkra and her new troops. Luzella walked closer before stopping at the last step. Arms crossed, she leaned her heavy build against a large statue of the Matritach. There, Luzella stood and watched. Velkra had her talon in strict formation. The tall, white haired warrior walked up and down the lines inspecting each warrior. Now and then, Velkra barked harsh orders at soldiers who had fallen out of line. The whole spectacle brought a smile to Luzella’s face as Velkra pushed a non complying warrior to the ground. It didn’t take long for the rowdy warrior to fall back into line, a touch of harsh coaxing is all it took, crimson running down the male’s face. 

Luzella stepped down and walked closer. Velkra peered over at Luzella with her one good eye while the ruined one twitched slightly in displeasure. Letting a short exhale release out her nose, Velkra stood straight with her hands behind her back and swiftly walked towards Luzella.

“Luzella,” Velkra spoke with a dash of annoyance while bowing her head slightly. “Rather fortuitous finding you here. Can I assist you?”

Luzella glared at Velkra and moved passed her to the first row of warriors before she began to inspect the bunch herself.

“A shame what happened to Gelhoz,” Luzella sighed. “But I suppose he had it coming. A predator that no longer craves blood, will inevitably become the prey.” 

“He held this talon back,” Velkra responded coldly.

“Perhaps he did,” Luzella replied.

“Tell me, why are you really here Luzella?” 

“To congratulate you of course,” the purebred smiled. “I’m sure you will push this talon to greatness. I see you’ve already started.”

Velkra’s eye narrowed. She knew Luzella’s games and wasn’t going to fall for them. 

“Perhaps you should be leading your own talon instead of sticking your nose in others. I wonder if your soldiers would have your back,” Velkra spat. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I’ve lead my talon to glory. The walls in the great battle hall are etched with tales of my greatness,” Luzella glared. 

Another soldier was leaning, crooked out of place from the rest. Velkra knocked the Kazdruk to the ground before pulling him back up and shoving him back in place.  

“Sounds like something Gelhoz would say Luzella. There were many tales of his greatness once too. When did you last leave the spire?” Velkra didn’t smile, it was a cold statement. Luzella glared back while slowly clutching her fist. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a wounded talon to mend,” Velkra spoke before turning her back. The corner of Luzella’s lip twitched as a searing flame of anger crept up between her shoulder blades.

“Mhm, It appears you do.”  

Exhaling through her nose, Luzella turned and left.   

 

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Like a child sneaking into an elvish bakery, Wulfshn peered into Luzella’s dark chambers. Chilly ambient light spilled onto the dark blue stone work. Strapped to a table on the other side of the room, Brayton laid. Wulfshn slowly walked up to his side. Towering over him, she grinned at her soon to be toy. The human looked back up in fear, still unable to talk with the rope in his mouth. Wulfshn could see it in his eyes. It was the same expression the small Raelkevs made when she would catch them as a young girl. The red, squirrel like rodent’s eyes would fill with terror as her and her litter mates would hold them.

“Brayton correct?” Wulfshn asked smirking. The anticipation was driving her mad now. His scent filled her nostrils, she wanted to fuck him right then and there. Running her hand down across his chest she swirled her finger in a small circle. Brayton was left only to awkwardly nod yes. “You’re in luck, i’m here to rescue you,” Wulfshn spoke with her harsh Kazdruk accent. Brayton nodded again a tad quicker. Wulfshn reached down and undid his mouth gag. A woman’s voice suddenly spoke out from the other side of the room.

“I don’t believe Luzella will be very happy when she finds out you took her milk boy there,” Avelyn smiled from within her cell, pointing to Brayton through the cage bars.

Wulfshn turned to view Avelyn who was watching the whole faux rescue unfold.   

“Oh…right, you.” 

Wulfshn swirled her tongue inside her mouth for a moment knowing this would indeed cause problems. Walking over to Avelyn’s cage, she noticed a southland elf on a mat sleeping. Wulfshn squatted down to eye level of Avelyn and smiled.

“You’ll keep that elvish mouth of yours shut when Luzella returns.”

Avelyn only returned a sly grin knowing the cards were now in her hand.

“Or what Wulfshn?” 

Wulfshn sneered angrily before lashing out towards the cage. She quickly caught herself and looked around for a moment puzzled. The elf was right, she could not harm one of her sister’s most prized possessions.

“Fine, fine. What do you want? We can make a deal, i’m sure.”

“Take me with you,” the elf spoke intently.

Wulfshn let a brief laugh escape while the corner of her lip curled in contemplation.

“You can’t be serious. Please, I don’t have time for this slave. Luzella will be back soon.”

“You and I both know she will find out one way or another. So let me out! Take me with you,” Avelyn implored.  

Wulfshn noticed the elf’s eyes this time. They were looking past her and towards the male on the table. Lust was burning in the elf’s jade eyes. Wulfshn cocked her head to the side in bewilderment as a big smile fell over. 

“You’re turning aren’t you?”

“Huh? What are you talking about! Let me out!” Avelyn spoke sternly while trying to keep her voice down. She wasn’t aware of how heavily she was breathing.

“Sush! Calm down. You’ll ruin this for both of us. Listen, I’ll give you this key. It can unlock any door— at least I think it can, it’s how I got in. That’s a fair trade, no? You can leave whenever you want, just keep your mouth shut,” Wulfshn smiled while holding the key up in view.
Key2

Avelyn thought for a moment. A key like that would be most useful.

“How can I trust you Wulfshn?”

“You can’t,” Wulfshn smirked. “But i’ll test it on your cell if you wish,” Wulfshn returned while placing the key into the lock. 

Avelyn watched as the key emitted a soft glow before it finally unlocked the gate. The elf’s eyes opened wide and she quickly stepped forward to get out. 

“Not so fast,” Wulfshn barked and pushed the northern elf back before relocking the gate. “If you want this key, then you won’t say a word then?” 

Avelyn frowned while looking at the key Wulfshn was dangling before her.

“Fine, deal.” 

“Just don’t leave your cell right away or it will be far too suspicious. If you’re smart, you’ll save it for awhile, perhaps at an opportune strategic moment.” 

Avelyn nodded in agreement. The Kazdruk smiled and pushed the key through the bars handing it to the elf.

“Listen to me carefully elf, if you don’t keep your word, I will make your life an absolute hell, I promise you that. Luzella will be the least of your worries.” 

Avelyn glared back at the Kazdruk. Wulfshn turned, freed Brayton and dragged him out of Luzella’s chambers.

 

 

 

Brayton found himself in Wulfshn’s chambers now. The room was similar to Luzella’s, filled with war banners, weapons and other various oddities. Those aside, Brayton noticed a different aroma. The elvish incense was replaced with a smokier scent that was laced with a strong yet enticing spice. It was a more traditional Kazdruk incense that caused his heart to race. Brayton wiggled his toes while rolling his ankles. Two thick cold shackles were now latched around them with short chains anchored to the steel bed posts. The human’s wrists suffered the same fate, with both arms outstretched and bound to the headboard. Completely naked and unable to move, Brayton twisted his head trying to see what Wulfshn was doing.

 The Kazdruk warrior had her back to the human and was tinkering with something on a dresser. Brayton swallowed hard as the Kazdruk removed her clothing leaving only a tight black thong on. Eyeing the black undergarment that hugged her wide hips, Brayton shivered. The amazonian’s round sculpted ass glimmered in the candle light leading the human’s eyes up her powerful broad back.

Brayton only looked on in awe. He was amazed by the Kazdruk’s long powerful legs. She looked bred for destruction and Brayton was beginning to worry about what she had in store for him.

 He would soon find out as the warrior spun around revealing her large mammaries and chiseled stomach. Brayton subconsciously sighed in relief that Wulfshn did not carry a large phallus between her legs like her sister. Instead, he could see her labia pushing through her tight thong. Wulfshn walked forward with her hips swaying sending Brayton’s mind into a tizzy. The young man’s head exploded with conflicting ideas. He couldn’t deny that the way this demonic woman moved was surprisingly seductive. She brushed up against the side of the bed looking down at Brayton. While running her hand through his hair she flashed him a cruel grin.

 “Have you ever fucked a Kazdruk before Brayton?” She asked bluntly, now running her freehand across his stomach and then down towards his cock. Brayton hesitated before silently shaking his head side to side. “Oh? I find that surprising. How long have you been behind these walls?”

 “Well—uh, I’m not sure. I’ve started to lose track of time, a few months I suppose.”

 “I see,” Wulfshn smirked. “Well, you are no longer a delivery boy,” She replied while moving onto the bed with him, her powerful weight sinking into the soft bedding.

 “Oh?” He replied nervously.

 “Mmm, you can thank me later,” Wulfshn returned biting her lower lip. “If you live long enough that is.”

 ” I—uh.”

 “Shh.”

Wulfshn lifted her authoritative leg and rested her thick muscular thigh on Brayton. The human shuffled under her in fear, praying that maybe the shackles would somehow come loose. Maybe by the gods, a link would break, or perhaps the Kazdruk steel would bend apart. No such luck came to the human as he remained trapped to the bed, unable to move in the slightest. Wulfshn continued over and straddled the man. Grinning, she pressed down onto Brayton and slowly rubbed herself into his loins.

“You’re mine now human, my personal sex slave,” she whispered softly. Wulfshn rested her full weight down and flipped her hair over with her hand. Eyeing the human in a hungry fashion, she relished in his fear and helplessness. Growling softly, she placed her hands down onto his chest and pried her nails across him lightly.

Brayton grimaced at the pain and was finding it hard to breath as the warrior started to grind her large body into his. 

“You’re going to fuck me long into the night Brayton. Am I understood?”

Brayton looked up helplessly and began to squirm again. Wulfshn lunged down letting her heavy breasts press into his chest while forcing a kiss. Her soft lips ravished the human’s as his head was pinned in place. Brayton gasped as the Kazdruk unknowingly begin crushing him. His chest unable to take full breaths, he let a soft muffle of protest out. With a malevolent smile, the athletic Kazdruk shoved her slave’s body deeper into the bed. The woman let a moan slip as her legs flexed in arousal. Brayton felt his cock hardening as the amazonian rubbed her eager womanhood across his cock over and over.

 “Oh, there we go. I’m going to get you nice and hard Brayton.”

 Wulfshn lowered herself letting her long, dark hair brush across the human’s stomach. Hungrily, she watched as the human’s cock bobbed up and down. Smiling, Wulfshn wrapped her large lips around his cock head and sucked slowly and softly. Her plump lips dominated his glans pulling forth precum and making him melt in pleasure. Brayton gasped as his captor worked his manhood. Soft slurps emitted into the room, mixed with laps of her strong tongue. Wulfshn’s eyes narrowed in hunger as Brayton’s sweet precum spilled across her tongue.

 “Mmm, that’s what I want, give me that lush cum boy,” Wulfshn ordered before sucking on his cock head again. Brayton’s entire body flexed in pleasure as the Kazdruk suckled on his cock. Reaching up and placing her hands on Brayton’s stomach, Wulfshn took the human’s cock deeper into her throat. The human became lost in bliss as he watched his cock disappear between the Kazdruk’s soft lips. Bobbing her head slowly, she made eye contact with Brayton as she sunk his entire cock down her throat.

 Being no stranger to deep throating her sister’s large cock, this human’s size took no real effort for Wulfshn. She pressed down and kept the cock down her throat. Keeping eye contact she swallowed for Brayton. The human shivered as the powerful woman massaged his cock with her throat. She swallowed again and again milking his cock. Wulfshn let out a soft purr as she slowly sucked her slave. Watching the human, she kept his cock trapped deep in her mouth and slid her tongue down his shaft and across his balls. With long laps, Wulfshn worked his balls, eager for his load.

 Brayton exploded over the edge quickly as the Kazdruk relentlessly sucked him off. Thick spurts blasted into her mouth. Wulfshn’s eyes narrowed tightly as the human came. Swallowing in long gulps, Wulfshn drank her slave’s sweet seed. Not missing a drop, she came up and pushed Brayton into the bed again.

 “Give me more,” she demanded. Her harsh accent even more aggressive than before.

 

                        

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Jelthra tightened the chain straps of her reptilian skin top. While adjusting her breasts, the human caught Kamri looking.

 “Enjoying ze view, hmm?”

 Not bothering to look away, Kamri grinned while tightening her braid and grabbing her staff.

 “Mm, yes. Yes I am.”

 Jelthra returned a small smirk.

 “Well, let zus find Brazeek and finalize zis plan.”

 Kamri nodded and the two left their room. With the imprinted spell in hand, the two rounded the sharp corner and hopped down some steps towards Brazeek’s chamber.

 “So, you think this idea will work?” Kamri asked, a bit unsure of herself.

 “I zink so, yes. Ze spell is surprisingly simple. Low enough level that either of us can cast it but the portal won’t be open long—the real skill involved in the caster, is keeping it open long enough to move sizeable amounts of troops through. Luckily for us, we just need to shove a single Luzella into ze portal. Ze real trick will be timing it juz right and keeping Luzella occupied while we open ze actual portal. That’s where Brazeek will comz in.”

 Kamri nodded in agreement.

 “And what about Wulfshn? How do we keep her out of our hair while we focus on Luzella?”

 Jelthra smiled for a second.

 “You know, i’ve been thinking about zat. I think I have an idea.”

 “Oh? Well, please do tell.”

“Well, she would do anything to have a zecond go at you, i’m sure. Zo you would be perfect bait,” Jelthra laughed.

 “Oh great—love this idea already.” Kamri returned sarcastically.

 “Well, I used to have an area in ze lower level as an interrogation cell. It’s across from the main Keeat stalls. Iz we could get Wulfshn in there, we could zet the stall doors in a way to funnel them all into that one dead-end room!”

 Kamri became jubilated at the idea.

 “Lovely! We just need a way to get that bitch stuck in there.”

 “Mhm, I have a tripwire like spell zhat just might work. If our target passes over it, it zets off a small explosion of a potent sleep spell. We could place it in the corridor and bait Wulf to follow you over it. Zen pow, goodnight wulfy.”

 “That sounds perfect! Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” Kamri asked in excitement. “We can use it on Luzella too!”

 “Well, there iz one problem. Ze spell’s strength is calibrated for average human and elf sized beings. The ztrength and effect of the spell is dependent on ze target’s weight. This will be very short acting on someone the the size and mass of Wulfshn. It should give us just enough time to lock Wulfshn into a breeding stock but I doubt it would work on Luzella at all. She could probably stagger through it.”

 “Damn! Well if you think it’ll work on Wulf, then let’s do it.”

 “Great. Let us recruit Brazeek and fill him in.”

 The two turned the final bend and knocked on Brazeeks’s door.

 

 

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Wulfshn playfully laid on top of Brayton like a large panther. Pinning the human to the bed, she bit her lip and stroked the human’s cock softly. Brayton huffed from the Kazdruk’s weight on his chest. Not able to move, he accepted that he was at the complete mercy of the warrior.  After being forced to cum so many times in a short period, he was spent and ultra sensitive. His loins burned and exhaustion was beginning to set in. Wulfshn glared downward with a face of hunger Brayton had never seen before.

“Why aren’t you getting hard for me?” The Kazdruk purred. “Surly that’s not all you humans have, is it?” Wulfshn ran her tongue across the boy’s lips while moving her large hand around his balls. Squeezing them softly, she began nibbling on his ear. “This will not do.”

 Wulfshn stood up and moved toward her dresser. She quickly returned with a large glass bottle filled with a strange liquid.

 “Hmm, I forgot about your human refractory periods,” Wulfshn laughed and hopped back down on him, straddling his waist. “This should help, so I can properly fuck you.”

 Flipping the potion bottle around she looked at the written directions on the back.

The label read:

One small cup for a hour free of refractory period.

Confused, Wulfshn turned the bottle upside-down and squinted her eyes hoping she could read it better.

“Hmm, not sure what the directions say. I think it’s in elvish or is it human? Never could read all your dialects. I can hardly read our own,” she smiled. “A Kazdruk sorceress gave it to me awhile back. Something about it being less demanding than using her own spells. She briefly mentioned something about using too much—or was it using too little? Hmm, oh well.”

 Brayton’s eye’s widened. What the hell was she doing he wondered. Wulfshn popped the cork off, pinched the human’s nostrils and shoved the bottle in his mouth. Not able to move, Brayton was force fed the potion. He instantly felt his cock tingle. He squirmed around as Wulfshn keept the bottle in his mouth forcing him to chug it down.

 “Whoops, hope that wasn’t too much,” Wulfshn spoke looking at the bottle that was almost empty now.

 Wulfshn tossed the bottle to the side and smiled at his hardening cock. She stuffed his cock back into her mouth and began suckling on it like a hungry calf. With a carnivorous moan, Wulfshn bobbed her head up and down slurping loudly. Brayton’s balls felt ready to explode. The Kazdruk worked her powerful mouth, taking him deep again and milking him with her lips. Looking up at Brayton with her sultry eyes, she slowly took him to the hilt. The sensation drove Brayton mad. Her warm mouth completely enveloped him. Holding him deep, she lapped her tongue out across his balls. Wulfshn wasn’t messing around, she wanted more of his cum and knew how to get it.

 

Wulfshn BJ

 

Not letting up, the Kazdruk made soft swallowing sounds as her tongue slide back and forth working the underside of his cock. Brayton shivered as he was driven over the edge again. Swaying her ass and hips, she smiled around his cock as it began to pump a thick load into her mouth. Pushing herself down so her nose pressed against his stomach, she let her slave finish unloading down her throat. Hosting herself up she lapped the excess cum off her lips. Moving upward across the boy’s chest, she leaned into his ear.

 “Perhaps I can give your manhood a small break,” she whispered. “How does that sound?”

 Brayton nodded, thanking every god and goddess he neweven the pretentious elvish onesthat he could finally rest. The amazinion demon lifted herself off him. Brayton took a deep breath mixed with a sigh of relief. No relief would come for the human. Wulfshn slid her thong down exposing her smooth pussy. In eager thrill, she slid a finger between her cunt’s lips and pulled back a glistening trail of sweet honey.

 “Do you treat all women like this Brayton? It’s rude to not return the favor.”

 Before Brayton could respond, the Kazdruk was already hosting herself over his face. In a feeble attempt, the human tried to pull his head away. Wulfshn denied the movement, grabbed a fistfull of his hair and held him in place. With a soft moan, Wulfshn slowly pressed her womanhood over his face, cutting off any audible protest. Brayton was completely smothered as the Kazdruk’s dripping pussy pressed over his nose and mouth. Relaxing and resting her full weight on the boy, Wulfshn sighed in delight as her slave wriggled underneath. With no concern for the human, the warrior cherished the euphoric act and began to push down harder, letting her clit press against his mouth.

 Brayton panicked as the forcible woman didn’t let up. Throwing her head back, Wulfshn rocked back and forth leisurely. Each muffled cry underneath sent chills up her back and stiffend her nippels. His lungs burning, the human kicked wildly looking for reprieve. Brayton received none. Wulfshn did not care, for he was nothing but a toy now. She only focused on her own pleasure. As if the shackles and her own muscular weight weren’t enough, Wulfshn gripped his hair even harder now and forced his head to stay in place.

 There was no way Brayton could move. No one would hear his cries for help either. Raltok, Luzella, the guards, no one would hear him. Only soft muffled noises as Wulfshn began rocking harder now. Brayton’s hands turned to fists as he frantically struggled. Wulfshn’s pace increased as she began bouncing. Pummeled underneath, Brayton was seeing stars. Working her hips, the Kazdruk fucked her slave’s face.

 Soft tingly sparks of pleasure were crawling up her back now. Using the human’s mouth and face, Wulfshn drew closer to her climax. Arching her back in sheer lust, the demon came. In powerful short jolts, Wulfshn lost control as pure ecstasy rushed through her. Letting her body collapse, she remained on top of Bratyon as her powerful orgasm faded. Catching her breath she smiled nefariously as she realized Brayton was still trapped under her, unable to breath. Slowly moving off him, she looked down at his motionless body.

 “Oh, no you don’t. You’re not getting off that easy. This is just the foreplay my little boy.”

Wulfshn smacked Brayton hard across the face. With groggy eyes, the human looked around confused as he slowly regained consciousness. Wulfshn reached down and began stroking his already hardening cock again. The tall woman ran her hands around and undid his shackles. Holding the boy by the hair, she pulled him upward. Wrapping her arm around Brayton’s head, she continued by pulling his face into her breast. Brayton couldn’t believe the shear strength the Kazdruk woman possessed. Locked in a vice, her biceps curled, trapping his head in-place while pressed into her soft flesh.

 “Suck on my nipple, toy, or i’ll end you.” Wulfshn ordered with her heavy accent.

 Brayton complied and opened his mouth. Before he could act, the sinister woman had already shoved her stiff nipple into his mouth.

 “Mmm, there you go.”

 Brayton suckled on the tit, running his tongue across it and fumbling it around in his mouth. Wulfshn made a fist and pulled his hair back before pushing his face deep into her smooth breast again, this time covering his nose. With her free hand, Wulfshn ran her fingers down to her dripping pussy. Massaging herself now, she wanted the human inside her. With a wild growl, she shoved him back onto the bed. This time his feet pointed toward the headboard. Roughly, she moved his arms and legs into position. With a grim smirk she re-shackled them.

 “It’s good practice to keep your toys from moving, wouldn’t want you falling off the bed now.”

 Brayton instinctually tested the chains and looked on worried realizing he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He looked down wondering how the hell his cock was still so hard. Wulfshn also noticed. The new look in Wulfshn’s eyes did not settle well with Brayton. Her demeanor shifted to a truly menacing look. Her eye’s targeted him like he was her next meal.

 Tail whipping back and forth, she crawled back onto the bed and slowly made her way toward the human. Brayton was terrified, she looked like a lioness moving in on her prey. Straddling him again, she drove her nails into his chest before grinding herself across his cock. Pushing him into the bed, she forced her lips onto his and stuffed her tongue into his mouth. Brayton’s eyes flew wide open as the enemies’ lush lips pushed into his, giving a forcefully, yet passionate kiss.

“You don’t taste half bad for a human,” Wulfshn claimed before pushing herself back onto him. Rubbing her clit across his cock, she was dripping for him. With a single powerful gyration of her hips, Wulfshn aligned her slave’s cock head with her cunt and pushed. Brayton gasped as he felt her strong lips clamping around his cock-head. Everything about this woman was powerful. Her arms, her stomach, her legs and even her womanhood constricted his cock like a large snake from the southlands. Greedily, she pushed herself down more, shoving his cock deeper inside. Brayton grunted as the large woman moved herself up and down slowly.

The sensation of her velvet insides squeezing his cock was the most incredible feeling the human had ever had. Wulfshn snarled and drove her hands into his chest again. Holding the boy down, she raked her nails down his torso before increasing her pace. Brayton nervously looked upward at the amazonian as the bed began straining under their weight. Each bounce knocked the wind out of him as his head started spinning.  

The ravenous Kazdruk didn’t know her own strength, or if she did, she didn’t care. As long as she got off, she didn’t care if her toy was slowly crushed. There was always more slaves available in the event of his death. With heavy breaths, Brayton was starting to see stars again. The creaking of the bed filled his ears, mixed with the moans of a content warrior. Her ass slapped down on his hips as her tight pussy milked his cock. The Kazdruk’s athletic womanhood completely dominated Brayton’s cock. Swallowing it whole, it squeezed and grasped his shaft quickly driving him over the edge. Wulfshn didn’t stop. She rode him hard. Bouncing up and down, Wulfshn leaned into her toy, letting her her soft tits bounce and smash into his face. Trying desperately to catch his breath, Brayton’s head spun as he was being pummeled by her heavy breasts over and over.

The evil woman continued through his orgasm. He shook as spurts of warm cum blasted up into his captor. He dug his fingers into the bed as the Kazdruk proceeded to rape him. His cock now ultra sensitive, her cunt was slowly torturing him. Brayton tried to yell stop but only an unintelligible mix of moans came out. Bouncing harder now, Wulfshn was getting close. Brayton cursed as the potion refused to let his cock get soft. He was nothing but a toy to her, strapped to the bed and trapped underneath.

Wulfshn and Brayton 

Wulfshn was getting more and more physically aggressive. She had started this session relatively soft, but now she had no regards for his safety or health. Thrusting her hand around his neck, Wulfshn smiled as she controlled his very life. The bed was now bucking wildly. Stars filling his eyes, Brayton was on the verge of passing out. Wulfshn let a long moan slip past her lips as she came. Her back flexing and thighs tightening, she eased up on the boy’s neck. She slowed, as waves of warm pleasure passed through her robust body. Panting softly, she ran her fingers across Brayton’s face caressing him and smirking. About to speak, she cut herself off, as a trio of lustful shivers passed.  

“You ready for round two?” Wulfshn then asked playfully, before smacking him hard across his face and throttling his neck again. She pushed her hips down on his cock and began bouncing again.

“Oh fuck yes. Mm-you have a ways to go before I’ll be fully satisfied.”

Holding the former soldier down, Wulfshn continued to ride her toy into the night.

 

 

>><<

 

 

Brazeek flashed Kamri and Jelthra a crooked smile as the three discussed their plan.

“Alright, zo we have Wulfshn dealt with, how about Luzella?” Jelthra spoke.

“Brazeek, could you request her to show up at a determined location?” Kamri asked.

Brazeek stroked his chin for a moment and then nodded side to side. 

“I doubt sheee would believe me. She waaas already skeptical of me releasing Jelthra.”

“Hmm, damn you’re right…,” Kamri twisted her lip as a new idea ignited in her head. “Change of plans. I’m going to challenge her,” she spoke sternly. 

“What!” Jelthra and Brazeek chirped in unison.

“Think about it, she would never turn down a chance to fight me. Plus, the spar would be on my terms. We’ll need a large area to fight in but secluded, you two have any ideas?” 

“Wha- well, I suppose you’re right, Jelthra nodded.” Iz have nothing better to suggest. As far as an open area that’s secluded, how about the north end, lower training ring? Iz rarely used.”

“Aye, mooost of the talons and other troops use the south and eeeast rings.”

“We will have to time this perfectly, if i’m to be two different baits,” Kamri spoke worried.                   

“Yoooou’re right. If Luzella and Wulfshn speak at anytime priooor to your spar challenges, they will know we’re up to something,” Brazeek interjected.

“Brazeek and I will lure Wulfshn and get her trapped zen,” Jelthra spoke confidently while turning to look at Brazeek. The large Kazdruk nodded back in agreement.

“I cooould request her assistance. Tell her I need sooome help transporting a batch of male slaves. I’ll tell her she can keep one or two if she helps. She would never turn dooown that,” Brazeek laughed. “It’s guaranteed to work.”

“Indeed, Brazeek, lovely idea. Zat should work just fine and you can help me lock her in place.” Jelthra frowned for a moment and turned to Kamri. “You will be on your own until we can get to you.” 

“I’ll be fine. I can hold my own until you two get back. Just don’t keep me waiting too long.” Kamri smirked. “Well, looks like I need to contact Luzella then.”