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Spire of Torment. Chapter 31: A Captured Captive

By: :Lucien 

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.

 

                        

>><<

 

 

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.

 

 

>><<

 

 

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.”

 

 

 

Spire of Torment. Chapter 30: Onslaught.

By: Lucien

Luzella’s halberd came down hard slicing the oak log in half. Each training log was poorly painted to represent something of a human or elvish soldier. The Kazdruk’s biceps curled as she lifted the great axe and struck again and again with crushing force. The final swing broke through the log and smashed the steel brace holding them in place. Swiftly, the blade chopped the cold steel in half. The entire section collapsed and fell to either side with a loud clang. Luzella smirked, slightly amused by her own strength but equally frustrated that the brace didn’t hold. Some might say, training with the oak logs was overkill. The wood’s weight and density was at least five times stronger than any armor or weight of even the largest human and elvish soldiers of this world. With a huf, Luzella dropped the halberd’s blade end into the ground, letting it sink into the coarse dirt of the training ring. She ran her fingers through her long black hair and took a deep breath readying to strike again.

“It’s a shame your bloodline doesn’t dabble with our arts Luzella. You wouldn’t need to carry that barbaric weapon around, you could kill with mere thought,” Aeltha spat, swaying her hips as she revealed herself from the deep shadows of the training chamber.

Blowing a group of loose hair strands out of her face, Luzella nonchalantly looked back over her shoulder. With a smirk of confidence she continued.

“It’s our steel, muscle and blood that allows your cowardly caste to practice in safety—too busy swirling around your pixie dusts and magics.”

Luzella returned while gripping her halberd’s shaft again. Raising the blade high, she moved to chop another log. As she brought her axe down with force, her arms suddenly froze as did her halberd. Locked in midair and flexing as much she could, Luzella couldn’t make the blade move in the slightest. In frustration she growled between her clenched fangs and glared at Aeltha as the sorceress walked up beside her twirling her glowing fingertip.

“Strength will never outmatch knowledge,” Aeltha smiled and released the spell causing Luzella to awkwardly drop the heavy halberd and strike into the side of the log, chipping the wood. Luzella looked back at Aeltha with a smirk.

“Perhaps but have you ever looked into the eyes of your adversary? Gazed deep, as you slowly strangle the life out of them?” Luzella asked with a cruel smile on her face. “It’s a carnal sensation. A feeling that no mead, wine, nor alterd state can bring you to. Almost as good as sex. You should try it sometime, you may enjoy it,” Luzella smiled.

Aeltha returned a flat look of ire. Shaking her head side to side.

“I’ll assume you know why i’m here?” Aeltha inquired.

Luzella shifted her eyes away while choosing her next words carefully. She knew Aeltha wanted whatever Kamri and Jelthra had stollen. She spun to face Aeltha.

“You are here for what Kamri and Jelthra took I presume.”

“Impressive, you’re smarter than you look Luzella,” Aeltha smirked.

Luzella looked on coldly, finding no humor or amusement in the cheap jab.

“Well, did you retrieve it, or not?” Aeltha pried.

The bridge of Luzella’s nose crinkled slightly in frustration. She never did find out exactly what they took.

“I will own up to my failure high sorceress. The only thing of note was Jelthra’s key. Other than that, the two had nothing on them. No stolen goods, stones, magical artifacts, parchments, scrolls, or books. Jelthra nearly died in the interrogation process and Kamri lied about looking for weapon enchantments. Alas, nothing was found. They must have hid whatever they took before we got to them.”

Aeltha remained quiet for a moment and ran her hand up Luzella’s neck before griping a large handful of the purebred’s lush raven hair and pulling it back. Luzella knew better than to fight back, so she stood at a cold, crisp attention.

“I’m not here for excuses Luzella,” Aeltha whispered while tugging back on Luzella’s hair harder now. Luzella flashed her teeth in a playful manner finding pleasure in the punishing tug. “Luzella, I wish to introduce you to someone of importance. Someone of true caliber and success. Someone capable of following orders.”

Out of the deep shadows, Lillium approached with a sensual sway in her step.

“This is Lillium.”

The seductive succubus eyed Luzella with a cold and calculating gaze. She stood tall, firmly and without hesitation. Luzella rose her eyebrow and rolled her fingers across her halberd’s shaft. She found the succubus intriguing and noticed that the dangerous woman carried a powerful and commanding presence. Whispers and tales had spread through the spire. Luzella herself had heard the words of this legendary baroness of Volgras. Standing tall, Luzella nodded her head slightly. She took a step to her side as if flanking the succubus and inspecting her body. Lillium mirrored Luzella’s movements, denying the purebred any tactical advantage. She returned a crimson gaze and looked the warrior up and down. The two spun around each other like northern wolves before finally completing a full circle. Luzella cracked a sly smile, breaking the heavy tension in the room. In an insulting show of nerve and arrogance, the Kazdruk tossed her halberd aside into the dirt.

“So, the baroness of Volgras finally blesses me with her presence. The widow maker. The bringer of blood and harbinger of slaughter.” Luzella spoke while walking backward into the open training area. She moved back with both arms outstretched and open, as if taunting the succubus.

Lillium smirked while following Luzella, her gaze burning into the purebred. Luzella peered back ready to strike. Lillium swiftly walked forward while outstretching her black wings wide. Unfastening her scabbard belt, she tossed her black longsword off to the side as well.

“I sense fear in you Luzella. It radiates off you like a scolded pup,” Lillium sneered, poking and prodding Luzella for a response.

Lillium vs Luzella

 

Luzella laughed at the succubi’s words and reached out to touch Lillium’s raven hair. Running her large hand through her perfect black tresses, Luzella tested her limits. Lillium did not flinch and continued to read this brash Kazdruk. She wanted to know this purebred’s limits, especially her combative limits. Knowledge was power and Lillium wanted it. Deep inside she knew Luzella wanted the same.

With her interest’s piqued, Aeltha watched on from the side as the two champions became acquainted with one another.

“ I will show you fear,” Luzella coldly responded.

“Your breed is a waste of time and resources,” Lillium declared.

Luzella lashed out at the comment, back handing the succubus hard across her pale face. A small trickle of blood ran down Lillium’s lip. Unphased, she smiled before lapping up the line of crimson.

“Your unfiltered aggression is unwise purebred. Your intentions are self-evident. You present your weakness for all to see,” Lillium spoke sternly, twisting into the Kazdruk tempting her to strike again.

Luzella’s brows tightened at her words but she held back from unleashing an open attack.

“You know nothing of my blood, my kin or myself,” Luzella spat before turning her back on the demon in an act of impudence. “I shall not waste anymore time with you baroness.”

“Surely you would not perform such a cowardly act and waste a chance to spar,” Lillium returned with a sly grin.

Luzella stopped in her tracks and spun back around to face the succubus.

“Are you challenging me?” Luzella arrogantly inquired with an obnoxious laugh. “What makes you think you even deserve such a skirmish?”

Lillium stepped closer, promiscuously swaying her form.

“Because, you’re bound by honor.”

Lillium moved in close not waiting for a response and struck. Luzella parried the strike and quickly countered with her elbow. Lillium dodged the counter-strike and thrusted forward, slashing outward with her talons. Luzella back stepped and blocked the violent slash. The two disengaged and started to circle one another. Lillium smiled at the large Kazdruk, letting her fangs catch the nearby torch light.

“You fight like a rat Lillium! The tall tales and wild anecdotes of your greatness have surfaced as nothing more than falsehoods,” Luzella spat while launching forward.

The powerful Kazdruk landed a punch to Lillium’s stomach. With haste, Luzella grappled Lillium’s head with both hands, lifted her off the ground and began to pry her neck sideways pushing her neck to its limit. The Kazdruk’s muscles bulged as she attempted to twist the succubi’s head off. Lillium opened her wings in a tempest like fury. Her wing’s talons slashed across both of Luzella’s arms causing her to break her grip. With a single flap of her wings, Lillium leapt upward with force, driving her knee hard into Luzella’s chin. Luzella stumbled backward as the strike nearly knocked her out. Dazed, Luzella shook her head trying to clear her now blurred vision. As she came around, she lost visual of Lillium. Enraged, the large Kazdruk spun around looking for the succubus only to be granted with shadows and stone. From the deep crevasses of the spire, Lillium curled her lip upward. She was getting closer to unlocking Luzella’s true fighting spirit. She wanted to test Luzella at her full potential.

“Watch, as the great warrior Luzella wanders aimlessly like a lost child,” Lillium taunted from the dark, only her red eyes glowing in the sooty void.

“Show yourself!” Luzella shouted, her blood now boiling. Luzella’s eyes could handle nocturnal settings but she saw nothing, which further frustrated her greatly. Other than Aeltha, the room was empty.

 Lillium dropped down from above, striking Luzella hard in the face. In a roar of anger, Luzella struck outward at Lillium agian and agian. Each fist striking the succubus. Lillium did her best to block the oncoming fury, a few punches broke through and knocked her off balance. Luzella pushed onward slowly, each strike now becoming harder than the previous. The Kazdruk unleashed her full onslaught.

“I will show you a true Kazdruk warrior!” Luzella bellowed.

Lillium relished in the warrior’s assault. She could sense her strength, aggression and growing bloodlust. The Kazdruk finally knocked the succubus against the outer wall before striking her hard and bringing her down to one knee. Grasping one of the succubi’s wings, Luzella placed her hoof across Lillium’s back and tore the wing upward. Lillium clenched her teeth and cut off her own moan of debauched pleasure as Luzella pulled harder, now tearing sinew and muscle. Lillium’s wing began to painfully dislocate from her back as the skin started to separate with a thin line of blood, starting to bring with it true pain.

“Abomination! You will regret this challenge. You carry these wings with disgrace!” Luzella spat with scourge while tugging upward harder.

Lillium rolled to her back, further injuring her wing. Before Luzella could react, she kicked the warrior backward giving Lillium enough time to get to her feet. Luzella was already enclosing again. The succubus landed a hard strike across Luzella’s face and followed up with an uppercut, staggering the tall amazonian. Without a shred of remorse, the succubus moved onward continuing her offensive assault. Landing another punch followed with a vicious hook to Luzella’s ribs, forcing Luzella to back peddle and try to regain herself.   

Lillium followed closely with forceful steps. Her wing now hung limply and injured. Reaching back, she pulled on it while rolling her shoulder blade. With a pop, the joint locked back into place, causing Lillium to gasp in pleasure. Luzella rushed Lillium, tossing a new volley of strikes. The punches connected and on the final strike, Luzella lept into the succubus with her knee. Lillium purposely dropped her defense and retreated slightly. She had what she needed. She gave Luzella the false belief that she was simply overpowering her. Luzella took the opening, grabbed the succubus by her waist and tackled her to the ground. Pinned to the floor now, Lillium looked up with a sensual gaze. Intrigued by the Kazdruk, she let a moan pass her lips. Luzella growled through her clenched teeth in response knowing she had won the small skirmish. Lillium reached up, letting her talons glide through Luzella’s long black mane, pulling her lips to her own as the two shared a bloody kiss.

“Impressive Luzella, I admit defeat. You have bested me.”

Luzella held the succubus in place for a moment as her own rage began to settle. She enjoyed the position she held over Lillium and allowed herself a moment to bask in her own pride. Releasing the woman, Luzella stood.

“Stay out of my way succubus. Your inferior ways would serve better beneath helots.”

Luzella turned and walked out of the circle. Eyeing Aeltha with heated ire she slowly moved past her.

“Provide me with a greater challenge next time, sorceress. I will return what Kamri and Jelthra stole from you.”

“I will be waiting Luzella,” Aeltha simply responded with a flat expression.

Lillium watched on with a cruel grin. She rose to her feet knowing Luzella could be dealt with if the situation ever arises.

 

>><<          

 

Kamri grimaced as she wrapped her ribs with bandages. Taking a deep painful breath she stood up. Limping around her candle light chambers she fixed herself a mix of herbal tea leaves and Kazdruk whiskey. With an uncomfortable sigh, Kamri reclined back in the room’s cot. Relaxing and unwinding, Kamri did her best to rest her wounds. Taking a swig of her drink, she closed her eyes. Deep in thought, she attempted to devise a rescue mission for Jelthra. Her mind filled with ideas as she tried to clamp down on one that would effectively work. Kamri jumped out of her own thoughts at the sound of knocking from the oak door. In grimacing pain, Kamri pulled herself up. Limping to the entrance, she pulled a dagger and cracked the door open enough to peek through. She was met with Brazeek’s face.

“Oh,  good evening Brazeek, please come in,” Kamri spoke pleasantly surprised but still keeping her dagger gripped tight.

“Eveeening Kaaaamri,” Brazeek spoke softly craddeling some healing potions as he entered. “I thooought you could use some of theeese,” Brazeek spoke while smiling his crooked smile. Kamri smirked at the offer and took the small vials.

“Luzella put you up to this? This poison or something?” Kamri laughed while sniffing them. Brazeek frowned and shook his head.

“ I hold nooo allegiance to her,” He scoffed.

Kamri twisted her lips before letting out a sarcastic single laugh.

“But you’re from the same bloodline no?”

“We are. Different litter, but the saaame line unfortunately, yess—but I would nooot lament if she were to suddenly perish,” Brazeek spoke with a slice of hostility. “She’s been a thorn in my side for as long as I can remember.”

Kamri smiled at Brazeek’s revelation. She thought for a few moments and pulled the corks off the top of the vials. She wondered if she could truly trust him. She did hold a position within his talon after all and fought alongside him without incident but she did not forget his original cruel intentions. She looked up at him knowing he could be just as malicious as Luzella at times.

“Brazeek, please sit down, you don’t have to stand you know.”

Brazeek smiled and awkwardly sat down on the floor.

“Yoour hospitality is greaatly welcomed Kamri.”

Kamri thought deeply for what seemed like an eternity. Her ribs ached, she was sure at least two of them were broken, maybe three. Kamri couldn’t afford to be limping around if she was going to take down Luzella once and for all. She had to be at her best at all times. She looked at Brazeek in wonder. What was he up to?     

Only one way to find out. Kamri thought to herself before sighing. She looked down and drank the vials. With a twisted face of disgust she looked over at Brazeek.

“Ugh, what was in this anyway?”

“I’d rather not know Kamri, sooo I neveeer ask the healer caste,” He replied with a smile.

Kamri felt a cold tingling along her chest and ribs. Kamri didn’t show it, but she was greatly relieved that they were in fact, healing potions as Brazeek claimed.

“Fair enough.”

“You really knocked Wulfshn around ooout there,” Brazeek chuckled. “I respect that in a waaarrior like yourself.”  

Kamri grinned.

“Ha, I suppose I did. I’m sure Wulfshn and Luzella for that matter, were not too happy,” Kamri replied with a smirk. Brazeek returned a big hearty laugh. Kamri was getting the impression that Brazeek did not care for the two malevolent sisters. How much did he despise of them she wondered, enough to help her rid of Luzella? Kamri rolled her tongue along the side of her mouth in thought.

“Why did you bring me these healing potions?”

“You fought well today and I take caaare of my own! I want my talon to be the strooongest and most capable under this spire’s banner. You’ve earned my respeeect more than once nooow, ” Brazeek spoke before bowing his head down.

Kamri smiled at the thought. Brazeek was no softy but he carried the same amount of honor as any Kazdruk warrior. She knew Brazeek’s talon was headed towards greatness. Only one other talon stood in the way, Luzella’s. Luzella’s talon was renowned throughout the spire as being one of the most successful and vicious. Their number of kills on the battlefield was impressive and their provinces conquered overshadowed all the other talons. Luzella’s legion was not perfect. What wasn’t talked about was its reputation of losing a lot of soldiers, engaging prematurely and not following higher orders. Kamri thought for a moment.

“…Listen Brazeek, can I ask you a favor?”

Brazeek’s thick eyebrows lifted.

“Perhaaaps.”

“Well, I’ll jump right to it then…Jelthra is locked up in Luzella’s chamber, could you break her out somehow?”

Brazeek paused for a moment before letting out a long heavy chuckle.

“Jelthra? Ha! She’s already in debt with meee. That witch!”

“She’s a good friend of mine and I need her,” Kamri stated.

“What could you possibly need that human foooor?” Brazeek laughed not taking Kamri seriously.

“How would you like to be the top talon leader in the spire? I need her. Together we’re going to end Luzella once and for all.”

Brazeek stopped laughing. Realizing that Kamri was serious, he rose his thick eyebrow again.

“ohh..I’m listening.”     

 

>><<

 

Coldness. An empty and nebulous coldness ran through Avelyn’s veins. Slowly she dragged her own nails across the cell wall. She enjoyed the abrasive feeling of the granite along her fingertips. Periodic washes of molten resentment overcame her coldness. A faint twisted smile came over the elf as she sat deep in thought. Jelthra looked on from the other side, her orange eyes squinted attempting to read the northern elf. Luzella slammed open her chamber’s door. Walking in with heavy steps, she tossed her equipment on the ground, most likely for Avelyn to clean later. Jelthra jumped at the door slamming shut. Avelyn didn’t move, her twisted smile only grew larger as Luzella’s hooves got closer. Jelthra looked up as Luzella pulled open the heavy cell door. Lost in the Kazdruk’s shadow, Jelthra glared at Luzella gripping the imprinting crystal tightly in her hand and keeping it hidden.

“It would appear that your friend Kamri has become quite the competent fighter, twisted the rules and won her freedom by besting my sister,” Luzella growled in aggravation.

Jelthra let a small smile slip, knowing that Kamri must have pulled some-sort of stunt and gained her freedom.            

“Unfortunately for you, she left you here… with me,” Luzella laughed and pulled Jelthra to her feet by her hair.

Jelthra reached up while kicking wildly. Avelyn snapped out of her venomous and destructive state. She looked around blankly for a moment. She had lost time and place, wondering what had just happened. The commotion going on in the cell quickly pushed all the pieces back into place. She looked up in worry as Luzella was pulling Jelthra out of the cell. Avelyn could see the lust in Luzella’s eyes. It was a sight Avelyn had become quite accustomed to. It was a predatory gaze, a gaze of dominance and raw power.

Avelyn looked on nervously. Frozen in a mix of fear and awe. A new conflict bounced around inside her head. The good in her pushed on, wanting to help the human. She rose to her feet and took one step forward. The elf froze in place as an unfamiliar malevolent sensation overcame Avelyn, canceling any good in her. Her green eyes tightened as an eruption of lustful avarice flooded her veins. The sight of Luzella overpowering Jelthra confused her now. A slight gasp left her soft mouth as Luzella pushed the human into the bed. Avelyn now found her own hand now rubbing herself. A loud knocking snapped Avelyn out of her crazed desires. Disgusted in herself, she backed away. The knocking became louder—obnoxiously louder, before switching to a soft pounding on the chamber doors. Luzella held Jelthra by the neck with one hand, pushing her deep down into the bed. In frustration she finally looked up at the knocking coming from her door.

“Who is it!” Luzella asked in annoyance, while letting Jelthra up before shoving her back into the cell.

“It’s Brazeek! Opeeeen up!”

Luzella rushed to the door ready to rip his head off.

“This better be important!” Luzella spat and pulled open the door, almost taking it off its steel hinges. “What the hell do you want! Speak, you worthless bag of meat.”

Brazeek stood there with a giant shit-eating grin across face and took a step in. Looking around Luzella’s chambers he smirked.

“I’m going to give you half a second to explain yourself Brazeek!” Luzella’s eyes now glowing softly. The anger searing deep inside her was now becoming obvious.     

 “I have ooorders from Yuldasha,” Brazeek simply spoke. Not at all concerned of his fellow Kazdruk’s temper. He made himself at home, further twisting the thorn he was being in Luzella’s side. He looked around and picked up various items, purposely driving Luzella up the wall. He caught Jelthra out of the corner of his remaining good eye. Luzella grabbed his hand as he picked up Geem’s dager. Forcing the burte to drop the personal belonging.

“Orders? What orders? Wait, why would she give you the orders?” Luzella asked now insulted.

Brazeek looked at Luzella and laughed.

“Whhhy is not your concern! My orders aaaare to take Jelthra to Yuldasha personally,” Brazeek spoke standing up straight now with a sense of pride and purpose.

Luzella squinted at Brazeek. Doubtfully, she curled her lip.

“Oh really? And what does Yuldasha need with her?”

“I do nooot question the orders of our great Yuldasha and neither should yooou,” Brazeek replied. “ You wouldn’t wish to upset her would you?” Brazeek paused for a moment. “I suppoooose you could ask her herself if you wish, I will wait.”

Luzella snarled at the thought. Nothing ended well when one questioned the great Yuldasha. With a deep breath, Luzella turned and opened the cell. She was extremely skeptical and worried that Yuldasha had not contacted her directly. Perhaps Aeltha had told Yuldasha of her recent failure and wished to interrogate Jelthra herself. Brazeek winked at Jelthra from behind Luzella’s back.

“Jelthra, on your feeeet, let’s go.”

Jelthra walked out the cell. With the stone tight in hand, she flashed Luzella a big fake smile while her and Brazeek left. Luzella tightened her fist as the two left. She knew something clandestine was in the works but she was in no position to find out. Pent up, Luzella turned to Avelyn and grinned. The northern elf took a step back quivering at her hungry disposition. Luzella slowly moved into the cell and Avelyn backed up slowly into the cold wall. Now with nowhere else to go, she prepared for the worst. Luzella towered over the elf before softly running her hand through her toy’s blonde hair. Avelyn flinched and tried to pull away. Luzella trusted her hand around Avelyn’s neck and pinned her against the stone wall.

“Please, no… not again,” Avelyn replied.

Luzella smiled at the pleading, it sent glorious rays of lust up her spin.   

“You know what I enjoy most about you Avelyn?” Luzella asked, now running her other hand across the elf’s firm stomach. “You still believe you have control and a choice of consent. You think you have strength to somehow make a difference in your future. If you haven’t learned by now, your willingness to openly serve me is inconsequential. I take by force and there is nothing you will ever be able to do about it.”

Avelyn looked away with a shiver. She would not give up and give into this monster’s ways. Not easily anyway. Luzella rubbed herself into the elf. Avelyn gritted her teeth and tried to push Luzella back. The effort was symbolic as Luzella did not budge an inch.

“I will not bow to you. Ever. I will always have a choice!” Avelyn yelled, this time wriggling to get free. Luzella smiled at the sudden tiny and furious rebellion. In an unlikely turn, Luzella let Avelyn free, dropping her to the floor.

Avelyn held her neck and looked upward at Luzella who now held an even more wicked look upon her face.

“You want a choice? Fine, have it your way elf,” Luzella simply spoke.

Avelyn looked at her blankly, not expecting her sudden mood swing. Luzella left for a moment and came back with her chain leash.

“We’re going to take a small trip Avelyn. If choices are what you want, then choices you will receive.”

Avelyn looked up as Luzella attached the leash confused. Before Avelyn could say another word, she was being dragged out of the cell.

 

>><<

 

Kamri tip toed through the spire’s great library while keeping alert. Although Luzella was a warrior, it wasn’t uncommon to find her reading. Especially books on combat and older Kazdruk tactics. Because of this, Kamri was cautious while scanning across various books. Luzella was the last individual she wanted to bump into. She found it difficult to browse and keep a close eye on whoever happened to stroll behind her. Quickly, Kamri shifted through the marked areas until she found a giant section on realms and planes.

The Kazdruk empire set out to various worlds and conquered what they could, this world being a work in the progress. Kazdruk scholars and historian castes recorded the eons of travel. Kamri started thumbing through the less important world books. She found these worlds uneventful, filled with primitive races, others filled with only small feral animals or endless vegetation. Each realm contained its own unique identification runes that could be strung into spells that activated portals. Hundreds of world maps were simply rock and nothing of note. Regardless, Kamri sketched copies of the matching runes to these barren worlds. The thought of sending Luzella to a world of only rock or desert felt appropriate. It would surely drive her mad and lead to an eventual slow death. Kamri sighed and flipped through more books, finding nothing of interest.

“Well, I guess these barren lands will have to suffice.”

As Kamri returned the last book, a strange book caught her eye. The cover was a deep purple, a departure of the typical Kazdruk crimson and tan books. The cover was textured in strange angles and even stranger runes. Kamri picked up the book. It was filled with black pages and what appeared to be white ink. Giving the tome, an eerie inverted look. Even its weight was different and the touch sent a subtle buzzing sensation into her hands. She flipped the pages open and read what she could. The language was Kazdruk but it appeared distorted and hectic, as if the author had gone mad in the middle of working on it. The book was broken up into chapters of dangerous unstable realms. Pocket dimensions and Shattered Worlds they called them. The very fabric of each realm seemed to be crumbling apart and unstable. Some of the entries held sketches of these worlds. Nightmarish landscapes and visions that truly bent the mind.

Kamri turned to one realm that she found very interesting. The base of the realm was a nightmare. An organic hive like world that was slick and grotesque. It looked like a caved-in jungle of mixed organs and sinew. Kamri smiled at a very important underlined and frighting note. The world became inhabited with whatever the caster was thinking at the time of casting the portal. Something about an unusual side effect of Kazdruk magic interfering with the caster and the realm’s unstable ley lines. It was further explained in detail how the caster must be advanced and well versed in his or her skills. Kamri brushed past those parts and read on. Your own thoughts became actual flesh and blood life, living and breathing. Even the smallest or slightest mistake could end up in disaster. If skilled enough, truly powerful. A lost love perhaps, or your worst nightmare.

Kamri continued to read and her eyes opened wide. In bold messy writing it was noted that the realm would never let you leave unless the realm was replaced with another living being first. In essences, a trade was required.  A horrible world Kamri thought to herself. She couldn’t help but wonder how the Kazdruk explorers escaped. The fact that this book existed proved that one made it back at the expense of another’s life… left there alone to rot away in their own insanity. She read more. Periodically looking over her shoulder. This is perfect. Kamri thought. She jotted down some important notes and copied the rune perfectly. Kamri returned the book to its spot, swept her cloak on and snuck out of the grand library quickly. This new found realm was exactly what they needed and she had to tell Jelthra. Kamri fumbled her lower lip, hoping Brazeek succeeded in freeing Jelthra from Luzella’s chambers. Everything was falling into place.

 

     >><<

 

Avelyn was shoved into the entrance of an unfamiliar prison level as Luzella followed close behind. The two passed broken and weak prisoners. Faces filled with despair and ruin watched as they walked by. Aveyln did her best not to look. Around a steep bend, the two marched on. The hallway split in two and Luzella shoved Avelyn to the left before heading down a set of short stairs. A new scent filled Avelyn’s nostrils. It reminded her of the elvish stables back home. Avelyn’s nose twitched from the thick animal like aroma that was mixed with a choking smoke. The two stopped at a large door. Luzella looked down at Avelyn with a smile and unlatched the entrance. Swinging it open, they walked into a hall filled with a handful of small holding cells set between walls of flickering torches. Each one held a petty sprinkling of elves and humans. Avelyn looked on in a mix of worry and wonder. She didn’t understand why this cell block was separated from the rest. Perhaps an overflow area of prisoners that were not yet processed she thought. Avelyn took a few more steps and then realized what this area was. Across from the prisoners were large cages filled with an array of Kazdruk working creatures. The area was organized into two sections. A section for Keeat hounds was to the far left and dragons off to the right.             

Two guards haphazardly rushed to their hooves and saluted Luzella as she entered. Both were surprised to find the talon leader in this part of the spire at this hour. One of the guards attempted to shove their small game of colored stones out of view to hide the fact that the two were gambling while on duty.

“L-L-Luzella, It is an honor. How can we be of service?” The short guard spoke trembling.

Luzella pushed the guard out of the way while looking around.

“Where is Master Trainer Veluri?”

The two guards looked at one another and then pointed to the dragons.

“She’s tending to the dragons Luzella.”

Luzella smiled and walked towards the dragon area. The guards looked at her blankly as she walked away. The two then looked at each other with slight smiles, amazed that they hadn’t been lambasted or worse for playing games. Avelyn looked around at the various prisoners with a frown, she didn’t understand why Luzella had dragged her down here. Luzella soon came to the side of the dragon hold and leaned over to obtain a visual of the trainer Veluri. Veluri was a smaller, fit Kazdruk with large sweeping horns. Her short white hair contrasted sharply against her bronze skin. The beastmaster was kneeling beside a large black dragon and washing his ventral belly scales. With a smile, the female Kazdruk turned to Luzella.

“Evening Luzella, what brings you to my luscious stables?”

Luzella leaned her arm against the side of the wall smiling.

“I’m looking to liberate one lucky prisoner from the perils of this forsaken breeding hold.”

Veluri stopped washing the scales and turned back to Luzella with a smirk that quickly melted to worry.

“Oh really? One of my alluring prisoners? You know their importance here Luzella— they are needed to keep the Keeats and dragons at bay when they become too pent up. If they cannot release, the males start mounting each other trying to establish dominance. Then they begin attacking each other and destroy the holding cages in the process, quite a mess really.”

Luzella laughed at the thought.

“Mmm, boys will be boys I suppose,” Luzella paused for a moment thinking. “Well then, can I simply borrow one? I’ll return it in working condition,” Luzella smiled, switching her face to emulate a doe “… I promise.”

Veluri let out a small laugh of her own and went back to washing the scales.

“Fine. But only one! I’m low as it is and I have your promise, whoever you take I want back, alive and in working order!”

“Of course Veluri,”

Veluri looked past Luzella and pointed.

“The three along the far left just arrived.”

“You’re too kind Veluri.”

Veluri rolled her eyes. “Not that you would have taken no for an answer.”

“Indeed, smart girl.” Luzella returned with an evil grin.

Veluri looked up to the dragon and smirked to herself.

“I suppose if they get too pent up again, I can work them myself if needed.”

Luzella’s eyes widen slightly at the thought before turning. She took Avelyn by the arm and moved back to the small area of prisoners.       

“You wanted a choice, so here are your choices little Avelyn. Listen carefully. You will choose who will take your spot under me this eve. One of your pathetic, fellow coalition soldiers. Variety is the spice of life after all.”

Luzella’s words struck Avelyn hard. She tried to look away at the captured group that was now being used as breeding bait for these wild creatures. She wanted nothing to do with this. She would not take the emotional burden of liberating one of her own kind, filling them with false hopes, only to have the prisoner become Luzella’s new plaything— a far worse fate. Avelyn shook her head and tried to leave but Luzella stopped her and pushed her back hard into the side of a cell.

“You brought this upon yourself elf. Now choose, or i’ll choose one to kill as slowly as possible, Luzella ordered sternly.

Avelyn hesitated. She truly didn’t know what to do. How could she live with herself and make a choice? How could she possibly decide on who to give to Luzella? Losing patience, Luzella grinned and approached one of the cage sections, causing three prisoners in the single cell to step back in fear. Luzella grabbed a petite female northern elf. With ease, the amazonian ripped the elf out of the cage. Luzella looked her up and down before throwing the elf to the ground. The elf’s green eyes looked back up at Luzella in a mix of anger and resentment.

Softly, in an almost playful manner, Luzella rolled the elf onto her back before placing her hoof onto the elf’s chest. The elf’s small frame wriggled slightly as Luzella pinned her to the ground with a slight amount of pressure.

“Perhaps this will provide you with further incentive Avelyn. A sister perhaps? Maybe a cousin? daughter? Hmm, childhood friend?” Luzella asked with her hands on her hips now.

Avelyn looked over in horror while running up to Luzella’s side.

“No…don’t you dare!”

Luzella ignored the plead and slowly shifted her weight onto the elf. The prisoner grunted, helplessly trying to push Luzella off and prevent being crushed alive. Luzella disregarded the woman under her hoof and focused on Avelyn. In anger, Avelyn pulled on Luzella’s large arm, trying anything to get her to let up.

“Please! Stop!”

“This blood will be on your hands. You hold the ability to end this Avelyn,” Luzella returned.

The elf began to kick and wiggle side to side as Luzella started to push down now, her long powerful leg ever so slightly flexing.

“It’s a simple choice Avelyn…would be a great waste to see this one die because of your indecisiveness.”

The elf’s legs kicked up and down faster now as she let out a gurgled cry of help.

Avelyn quickly looked around at the various prisoners. Southland elves, Northern elves and humans. Each one a soldier, all of them looking to Avelyn to do something. Avelyn was flooded with mixed emotions. Hatred, terror and disgust trickled through her skin. She felt a pit in her stomach twist and turn as the world spun around her. The tired faces looked back at her cutting deep into her soul. The elf’s feet started to slow. Now only a momentary kick here and there.

“Time is running out Avelyn, these twig like ribs could snap at any moment.”

A charismatic southland elf ran up to the bars wrapping her hands around them tugging as hard as she could.

“Do something! She’s going to kill her!”

Avelyn faced the southland elf and was speechless.

“I-I’m sorry…I can’t…I…I… don’t-“

Luzella smirked as the elf she was stepping on stopped kicking. Avelyn looked back at Luzella and then back to this southland prisoner.

“I…” Avelyn thought she heard a cracking.  “Her! I choose her!” Avelyn finally yelled out pointing at the southland elf. “Wait, please no… gods forgive me. I’m so sorry.” Avelyn looked around at the others surprised at what she had just done. It was too late, she had chosen Luzella’s next victim.

Looking over, Luzella twisted her head with a smirk across her lips and slowly lifted her hoof off the elf. The elf rolled to her side holding her chest, coughing and gasping for air. She would live another day. Kicking the elf out the way, Luzella slowly walked to the cage and looked at the elf Avelyn had chosen.

“Mmm, a lovely choice Avelyn,” Luzella smiled and patted Avelyn on her head like a dog.

“Please Luzella, take me instead. I’m sorry, she doesn’t deserve this!”

“No, no she doesn’t Avelyn. Don’t apologize to me, you should be apologizing to this elf that you hastily chose without reason.” Luzella smiled while pulling the southlander out of the cell.

“This innocent little elf Avelyn? Her only wrongdoing was standing up for the elf you could not defend,” Luzella laughed as she pulled back on the southlander’s perfect deadlocked hair and ran her hand over her supple breasts. Running her eyes up and down her curvy body Luzella curled her lip up into a cruel smile.

“Let me go!” The elf yelled kicking.   

Avelyn watched on in hatred. Everything in her wanted to lash out at Luzella.

Luzella reached down noticing a name tag around her collar. She ripped the metal tag off and examined it. The tag read Tasha. Not every prisoner was named. Only ones with a history or special purpose received tags.    

“Tasha eh? You have no idea what is in store for you, do you? You southlanders are a foolish bunch…although smarter than the rest of the coalition I suppose.” Luzella spat.     

“Curse you and your kind demon!”

The southlander spat and threw another kick towards Luzella.

Luzella didn’t flinch. She lifted the elf off the floor by her hair and peered into her crystal blue eyes that popped against her deep brown cinnamon colored skin.

“Demon? Such discourteous and draconian words southlander,” Luzella spoke and began dragging the elf.

“Avelyn come.” Luzella simply commanded as she dragged the elf out of the breeding cells.

The three made their way off through dark corridors, twisting and turning before the two were shoved into a new empty holding area that was lit dimly by various candles.      

Tasha kicked and wriggled trying to escape Luzella’s grip.

“A feisty one I see.”

Luzella dragged the elf into the an area of holding cells. Each side held a set of empty cages awaiting new batches from the ongoing conflict. Luzella closed off the entrance to the empty section with a loud clang of the steel gate. The heavy locking bar automatically fell into place, sealing themselves off from the rest of the spire. Avelyn watched on from the side wondering how she could help her fellow elf. Pulling Tasha with her, Luzella pulled a heavy chain collar manacle off the side wall and locked it around the southlander’s neck.The links ran off into the darkness anchored to a wall.

“Can’t have you running off now. I wouldn’t want you getting lost.” Luzella smiled as she removed the elf’s wrist shackles and tossed them off to the side. Implanting a sense of hope within the elf. “You won’t be needing these anymore.” She let go of Tasha and gave her a slight shove. The southlander immediately started tugging at the chain looking for anyway to disconnect it.

Luzella ignored Tasha for now, knowing there was no way to disconnect the collar. Many of the prisoner chain sets were surplus dragon mount equipment. Forged from Demkk. Its strength was near double that of elvish steel and triple that of human’s. The heavy weight became no real issue for the dragons. Plus, its resistance to fire made it perfect for dragon harness, armor plates and rigs. So carrying extras over for prisoner duty seemed perfect— if perhaps even overkill. Luzella took Avelyn by the arm and pushed her into an empty cell and shut the cage door. Avelyn shook the bars in response trying to open it. She quickly stopped and looked on at Luzella in hatred. Flashes of resentment filled her mind as a toxic mixture of enmity and Kiyler Geem flooded in. This was his doing. She thought to herself. The emotional turmoil and abuse, was because of him. Avelyn no longer felt sorrow, only malice.

Luzella went back to Tasha casting a long shadow over the elf. Tasha did not cower or back up. She stood firm with her fists ready to attack. She survived Yuldasha long enough until she grew tiresome of her and had her transferred to Veluri’s stables. Surely she could survive Luzella she thought.

The elf threw a stiff punch. Luzella pushed the punch away and quickly lifted Tasha by her collar pinning her back into a stone pillar.

“Naughty elf,” Luzella spoke before quickly composing herself and shaking her head side to side. “Not off to a good start.”

“Your empire will crumble! I’m not afraid to die and I’m not afraid of you or your kind!” Tasha yelled while kicking again. Luzella smirked and tossed the elf to the ground in annoyance, letting her slide for a moment.

“Death? Who said anything about death? You’re worth more to me alive,” Luzella spoke while walking to the other side of the holding area.

There, the Kazdruk picked up a jar of ointment and walked back letting her hips sway while undoing her battle kilt’s belt. The heavy armor plates and leather fell to the ground. The jungle elf’s eyes opened wide in a mix of fear and surprise. It was impossible to miss Luzella’s heavy cock that now swayed into view. Even soft, the thick meaty rod swung side to side. Luzella walked closer to the fallen elf and removed her top, discarding it and letting her heavy full breasts fall free. The elf crawled backward in horror as her eyes attempted to take in the amazonian’s powerful build. Luzella only smiled and placed the jar on top of Avelyn’s cage. Quickly Tasha got to her feet and tried to run away. Luzella held her chain and pulled backward causing the elf to awkwardly fall. Slowly, she crawled towards Avelyn while pulling on her collar again trying to free herself. She looked up at Avelyn and silently mouthed “Help.”

“You’re going to tire yourself out,” Luzella spoke while standing above the elf.

The elf backed into Avelyn’s cell, with no place to go, she readied herself for another scuffle. The flash of excitement returned to Avelyn as she watched Luzella overpower Tasha. A cinder of depravity washed over her. The spark ran through Avelyn’s loins and was strong enough to take her breath away. Intently, she watched how Luzella moved in on her prey. It was her physical power Avelyn now craved. The power to take and control at will. The dark perversion bled through Avelyn as Luzella pushed the southlander to the ground. The elf fought back, but Luzella easily dominated over her.

The world became clouded as she watched. Her conscience fought her, doing its best to push her immoral feelings away. Every time it came close to succeeding, the spark between her legs betrayed her. A jealously fell over Avelyn as she watched Luzella push herself onto the elf. In slow motion, Avelyn continued to watch. The way the elf’s small hands pushed into Luzella, the way her body moved, trapped under Luzella’s build. Avelyn wanted to be in her place. The two continued to wrestle. Even during the feral and havoc display, Luzella retained a smooth and effective movement. She moved with power and purpose, she moved as a refined predator would, like a Panther of the Jungles of Jadoola. Or large northern snow cats of home that staked the snowy woodlands of AzurLyyn.

Avelyn cracked a demented smile as Luzella forced her cock into the elf’s mouth. The spark between her legs jolted as she watched the southlander’s arms become pinned down. Luzella was lust incarnate, delivered from morals. Freeley, the Kazdruk let her animal side take control. Avelyn pulled herself closer to the bars biting her lip softly as Luzella pushed the elf’s head down on her cock in rhythmic pumps. She watched the amazon’s thick cock glisten and her heavy balls swaying with each thrust.

Disgusted, Tasha found the strength to pull free, letting spit and copious amounts of precum spill from her mouth. Luzella looked up and made eye contact with Avelyn. A sly and destructive grin filled the Kazdruk’s face as the southland tried to drag herself away. Luzella stood up and placed her hoof on the chain. Giving the elf zero slack to crawl away. Reaching for the jar she had left on the cage, Luzella undid the top and let the liquid contents spill across her cock. The slick oily ointment smelled of mint and eucalyptus.  Looking down at Avelyn, Luzella placed her cock through the bars of her cell.

“Would you be so kind to lather this in?”

The Kazdruk words broke Avelyn’s malevolent state. She snapped out of the dark corner of her mind. The northern elf hesitated for a moment looking at the thick member that was now pointing at her— staring her down with malice. Luzella tapped the bar to get Avelyn’s attention.

“Hello?”

Avelyn flinched at the sound and quickly wrapped her hand around Luzella’s horse-esque cock. Her elvish hand only made it halfway around it’s girth. Her palm and fingers slid across the slick oil. Slowly, she stroked her hand upward along the shaft and softly smeared the balm across it. Avelyn shivered as Luzella’s cock started to harden. She swallowed hard as her tiny hand slid over the girthy meat and bulging veins. Avelyn had to lean slightly to stop Luzella’s cock head from bumping into her face. A strand of thick precum oozed out clinging to Avelyn’s chest. Looking up at Luzella, Avelyn finished spreading the oil across Luzella’s cock.

“Watch closely Avelyn, for this is what I will do to you tomorrow for your disorderly behavior today.”

Luzella pulled back, letting her hard cock free and turned it towards the southlander. The elf looked up at Luzella’s stiff cock in terror. Avelyn watched as Luzella pulled her prey by the hair and then pushed her into the ground. Straddling the squirming elf now, Luzella began to stuff her cock head between Tasha’s ass cheeks.

Avelyn watched in dread as the elf struggled to try and pull away. Luzella held her still and started to slowly sink more of her thick cock head inside her tight ass. The southlander cried out to stop. She looked up at Avelyn again. The violated elf’s blue eyes speared into Avelyn’s. Straddling the elf and pinning her down, Luzella sank a few more inches into the elf. Her tight ass stretched more trying its best to accept the weighty cock. The elf grunted in pain as the cock head pushed deeper. Luzella bit her lip as her victim’s ass squeezed around her cock. Slowly, she started to pull back slightly. Tugging on the elf’s dreadlocks she made sure the elf knew her place and complied under the Kazdruk’s baleful rule. Pulling her head back more, there was no mistake that Luzella was in full control now.

“You’ve only took a quarter of my cock my dear,” Luzella whispered into the elf’s ear. “Worry not, I will train you to do better.” The Kazdruk laid into the elf, sinking half of her cock this time. The elf dug her fingers into the ground and let out a short shriek. Avelyn looked on helplessly as the southlander struggled under Luzella. Deviously, Luzella slowly pumped her cock in and out of Tasha. In a purposefully cruel manner, the Kazdruk always stopped halfway. The elf let out short grunts as Luzella started to up the pace. Tugging back on her hair harder, Luzella reminded the elf that she was her bitch. Luzella rolled her hips letting her meat plow in and out. The elf’s round ass smacked back into Luzella’s hips as she pressed into the elf even harder now. Pinned to ground, Tasha’s grunts got louder as Luzella fucked, letting her full weight repeatedly drive into the elf.   

Luzella slowed down, letting the elf catch her breath. Now Luzella pushed in slowly. She didn’t stop at the halfway. She felt Tasha tense and try to pull away as the inevitable was now happening. Luzella responded by laying down and letting her weight squash the small elf. As the Kazdruk’s heavy tits enveloped the elf, she grunted out trying to say something about stopping but Luzella pushed on. Dwelling in the elf’s misery with an animalistic grin, the demon carelessly thrusted on. Each scream was cut short too grunts, as Luzella started pounding into the elf now with long slow thrusts. She didn’t hold back and freely let her cock sink as deep as she wished.

 

Luzella and Tasha

Harder and harder, each thrust knocked the wind out of the elf. Tasha’s vision blurred as each powerful thrust sank into her ass. Hectically, her hands and arms swam around looking for any leverage to pull away. Luzella bucked like a horse letting her heavy tits knock into the elf’s head. Avelyn looked on in worry. The two made eye contact again as Luzella sank her cock to the hilt.

Avelyn didn’t want to watch but she couldn’t find the will to look away. Luzella’s thrusts began to slow to steady heavy pumps until she started unloading a torrent of cum into the elf. Her load rivaled even the elvish stallons as gallons poured into her victim. Holding the elf in place, her cock head flared while flooding Tasha. The elf laid broken, she whimpered as her innards were forced full of hot Kazdruk seed. She pulled herself forward in one last effort to free herself. This time she didn’t feel Luzella hold her, or pull her back, so she crawled onward. She felt the amazon’s long cock slowly pulling outward. The Kazdruk’s cock was almost free when suddenly she flet pressure in her ass. She pulled harder but Luzella’s cock head had flared wide and was now trapping itself in her ass and not releasing free. Luzella smiled down at her fuck toy.

“Aw, what’s the matter? You were so eager to leave.”

Luzella squeezed the elf’s ass cheeks and greedily pulled her back. Sinking her cock again, it was a harsh reminder for Tasha that Luzella was still very much in charge.

“I’m not done with you.”

 

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 Kamri had returned to her chamber and looked over all the notes she had obtained from the great library. She organized the runes and looked each one over carefully. A soft knocking tapped at the door now, a short cadence that brought a smile to Kamri’s face. She knew the pattern and hopped to her feet. Cracking the door open slowly, Jelthra stood on the other side, hand on her hip and smile on her face. Behind her, Brazeek stood with a toothy grin. The two strolled in. Jelthra and Kamri embraced each other with a tight hug, followed by a long sensual kiss. Brazeek looked on with a raised eyebrow.

“Welcome back my love,” Kamri spoke softly. Jelthra returned a mischievous smirk.

“Thank ye, I muz admit, i’ve missed you already. I hear you had quite ze tussle with Wulfshn. “

Kamri returned a sly smile.

“Indeed, I did but It was no easy task.”

Jelthra ran her hand softly across Kamri’s face as if inspecting her.

“Iz never is. Are you injured my dear?”

Kamri shrugged.

“I’ll be fine,” She spoke before turning to Brazeek. ” Thank you Brazeek. I truly appreciate your help. I owe you.”

“I zuppose, I owe you as well old friend, thank you.”  

Brazeek nodded his head.

“Anything to upseeet Luzella,” He chuckled. ” Let me knooow when your plan is complete. Yooou have my blade if needed. If blood must be shed, then let it flow like a raging river.”

Kamri and Jelthra both nodded with twin smiles.

“We will let you know when everything is in place,” Kamri smiled.

“Then good eve,” Brazeek returned bowing his head before leaving.

The heavy door latched behind him as he marched away. Kamri turned and looked at Jelthra.

“Well, that went surprisingly smooth.”   

Jelthra nodded in agreement.

“Aye, too smooth.”

“Can we trust Brazeek?”

“Hmm, that is ze big question.”

“I wonder if his distaste of Luzella is genuine?”

“I’m sure it iz, but don’t let him fool us, i’m sure he would not hesitate to put himself first if a situation or opening should ever arise. He will do waz it takes to get ahead, at any expense.”

“Indeed. Well, we stick to our plan and only include him if needed. The closer we keep this plan to ourselves, the better the chances of pulling it off— Besides, I’m still not sure I can even trust you,” Kamri laughed.

Jelthra broke a smile and pushed Kamri into bed. Moving over her slowly and seductively, Jelthra kissed Kamri on the lips while brushing her fingers across Kamri’s breasts.

“I suppose only time will tell.”

Kamri pushed into the kiss, nibbling on the human’s lower lip.

“I have a place in mind to send Luzella,” Kamri whispered into Jelthra’s ear while softly gliding her fingernails down her partner’s back.

” Oh? Do tell.”

“Mmm, show me I can trust you first—You’re getting close.”

Jelthra smiled at Kamri’s demand and brushed herself into the elf.

“With pleasure my dear.”

 

 

 

 

 

                      

 

Spire of Torment. Chapter 29: Matriarch’s embrace

By: Lucien

Putrid light cascaded through the ceilings in thick rays. Ulla’s eyes raced across the interior of the Matriarch’s super spire, her eyes hectically taking everything in. The dark castle was filled with smooth exotic marble walls and extravagant stone statues. Much like Yuldasha’s spire, purple flickers of light sprinkled the halls to light the dark stone corridors. Ulla could hear chilling sounds echoing in the distance. Beastial roars and fearful shrieks were juxtaposed against the ornate decorations and calm appearance of the super spire’s interior.

Ulla’s ears picked up faint fiendish pipe organs in the distance. The nefarious instrument excreted progressions of haunting melodies. Each note tightening Ulla’s skin and causing her hair to stand on end. Ulla stopped in her tracks as she looked up into the dark corners of the spire’s buttress. Cindery eyes gazed back at her from the voids before quickly disappearing. Ulla was met with a strong shove from behind by Strum’za.

“Keep moving human.” The Kazdruk knightess ordered.

Ulla swallowed hard and kept walking. She jumped at the sound of the heavy steel gate slamming behind her, sealing off any chance of ever leaving this place.

The two marched through the labyrinth of marble corridors. Ever so often they would pass a doorway leading into holding cells. Horrors laid beyond each cell. Ulla saw things she hoped she would never see again. Twisted creatures of every size, slaves, and prisoners. One room she came to, she caught the glimpse of keeat like creatures breeding with elves. Ulla stopped to get a closer look but she was shoved from behind again and told to keep moving.

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The two twisted through various dark halls. The screams of suffering became more and more constant now. Ulla and Strum’za came around a sharp corner that opened up into a larger area filled with tall stone pillars. Two other guards stood beside a large twirling column of vibrant green energy. It reminded Ulla of a giant candle flame that inverted itself on both ends like an hourglass. The two walked closer and the guards saluted by slamming their fists upon their chests while bringing their legs closer. The salute was visual as well as audible, leaving a slight jingle of armor to resonate into the halls. Strum’za only nodded at the two and carried on past them with Ulla. As they got closer to the large flame, Ulla’s hair stood on end as she could feel the energy reach out and arc across her cold skin. The human stopped and hesitated at moving any closer to the large cone of swirling green energy. Strum’za, losing patience, gripped the human arm and pulled her into the flame. The two passed through the energy and came out the other side in another part of the spire. Ulla shivered, exiting the apparent Kazdruk portal. It had felt like passing through a waterfall of ice cold mountain water.

The new area was slightly different. The long halls laid pristine. Slight reflections bounced off the otherworldly surfaces. A white glow pulsated in a soft pattern across the floor. Ulla found the lighting to be oddly tranquil. Looking to the walls, Ulla could tell they were higher in the spire now. The clean dark walls had diamond shaped viewports that looked out over the inky storm filled sky. Strum’za nudged Ulla forward again. The new area was eerily quiet and the minimalistic style of the area was off putting and strange. The two came to another green flame portal, but before entering, Strum’za held up her hand and the flame turned to a vibrant purple before they moved through.

Ulla shivered again, swearing it was colder than the last. The two exited the portal into a small pristine room. The room appeared to be a bathing chamber. A Kazdruk woman stood in the corner with her hands folded. A simple black lace like outfit covered her lithe body. The dark material cris-crossed along her supple breasts and a long ornate piece of fabric hung from her hips.  She was about the same height as Ulla, her skin was milky white and her eyes were completely black. Sharp jagged horns curved back behind her head crowning her long black braided hair.

“Have this one prepared for the Matriarch.” Strum’za spoke coldly. ” I’ll be back to retrieve this one and bring her before our great mother.

“As you wish Knightness Strum’za,” the Kazdruk spoke before bowing.

 

 

Strum’za had returned roughly an hour later. Ulla had been cleaned and prepared by the previous Kazdruk. Her skin had been freshly washed and moisturized. Any cuts, bruises or lacerations had been healed with arcane magics and dark stones. Even her hair was cleaned up, no longer wind blown and matted from the harsh desert. Ulla looked at Strum’za. At her side in black manacles, stood two elves. One male and one female. Neither said a single word. Ulla could tell by their look that they were prisoners as well or at least enemies of the Kazdruk. Strum’za eyed Ulla and motioned her to come forward.  

“It is time, human. Follow me.”

Ulla complied and followed the Kazdruk Knightess and her two other prisoners moving through various portals. The four soon came to a great clearing within the spire. The ground was glass like and seemed to spread on forever. In the distance, at the other end beyond symmetrical pillars and the haze of candle smoke was a titanic door. A door larger than any door Ulla had ever seen. It even dwarfed the greatest of any pretentious elvish architecture and decor. The group was met by another set of guards, these guards were dressed like Strum’za. Clearly high ranking, the two cleared the way for the group.  The four entered a great doorway. A series of wide flat stairs lead up to where the matriarch sat upon her majestic throne. Large onyx pillars ran up behind her into the void like dark ceilings. Massive banners hung down from either side framing the Matriarch perfectly. Ulla attempted to take in the astonishing and imposing room. She found herself mesmerized by the stone work and bizarre cases filled with varying subjects. Strum’za bowed to one knee.

“Oh Masterful Matriarch, I come before you bearing these prisoners, please take my offering.”

The Matriarch turned slightly to eye Strum’za with her nose upturned. The arch demoness’ large black wings outstretched elegantly as she looked down on her subjects. Her eyes glowing fiercely, she remained silent and motioned the Knight to come forward.

“Like nightshade washed in from a crisp autumn breeze. What do you bring before me child?”

“Matriarch, I bring before you three offerings. Two elvish prisoners who attempted to escape. One male and one female. They were found in the lower levels attempting to sneak out with the next patrol.”

“I see… and who might be the third?” The Matriarch asked with an extravagant grin.

“A human, Great Matriarch…”

“A human?” The Matriarch asked perplexed, cutting off the Knightess.

The great demoness sat back in her ebon throne, her jade eyes tightening as her large wings began to close back down around herself. The Matriarch remained silent for a moment. Deep in thought, she dragged her sharp nail across her arm rest. “ A human you say? Interesting, to say the least. Bring forth the other two. I shall deal with this…human last.”

“As you wish, your majesty.” Strum’za bowed and pushed forward the male and female elf.

“Leave the human here and leave us Knightess Strum’za.” The dark Matriarch spoke coldly.

“Yes, great master,” Strum’za spoke. Ulla watched as the Knightess left her side and exited the room. The human jumped slightly as the large heavy doors locked behind her.

The Matriarch sat back comfortably while eyeing the two elves.

“Escapists I see. A wretched, waste really.” The Matriarch spoke with a slice of anger.

The two only looked on in silence, their faces full of fear as shivers ran down their spines in unison. The two reached out and held each other’s hands tightly.

“Oh, lovers? How very tender,” The Matriarch laughed. “Oh, the power of love. Love among such rodents inspires asinine behaviors. Trying to free yourselves from the bounds of my chains I see? I must ask, who instilled such dreadful illusions of false freedom and free will in you two? Where did you gather such frivolous illusions of grandeur and beliefs that one could simply clutch the wind outside these walls and glide away like falcons?”

The great Kazdruk sipped from her goblet while outstretching her finger. A vibrant blast of horrific magic launched from her fingertip striking the two elves. The two were pulled off the ground towards the Matriarch. Jagged bolts of green shocked through the two. Ulla watched on in horror, the magic was more intense than anything she had seen Yuldasha perform. The thought of what would become of herself now trickled through her mind. The two elves were dragged through the air before the great Kazdruk queen. The two lovers were released and dropped to the floor before the bare humanoid feet of the Matriarch. In pain, the two elves attempted to rise up to their knees.

“Abhorrent lost souls. It is unfortunate that you do not appreciate what I have given you little ones,” The Matriarch spoke while cocking her head to the side looking down at the two in amusement.

“You gave us nothing! You only took from us! Prisoners! Slaves! Taken from our hom-”

“Enough!” The dark Queen cut the elf off. “Don’t you dare lecture me. You are part of my collection! You should be honored, but no.” The Kazdruk paused for a moment. “I believe it’s time I rid of you two, I have no yearning for a disruptive and tarnished collection,” The Kazdruk smiled with a sharp grin. “No space for an imperfect assortment.”

The Matriarch pointed her finger at the elves and unleashed a wave of vibrantly astringent bolts. The baleful magic coiled around the two and began to bend the light around them. Ulla started to walk backward, not wanting to see what would happen to them but she only backed into the edge of the stairs. Ulla was forced to watch as the ominous waves of magic began to take effect. The two elves’ sizes started to appear shorter. Their entire bodies became rescaled. Before Ulla’s very eyes, the two elves started to shrink, smaller and smaller. At first it was barely noticeable, it looked like an illusion, no more than a trick of the eye. Ulla covered her mouth in horror as she realized it was no trick. The two soon became no taller than hip height. The elves tried to break free from the sinister spell but the waves held them in place. The two continued to shrink, now roughly the height of her knees. The spell began to slow and the two shrunk to the size of the Matriarch’s hand, from palm to tip of her middle finger.

The elves looked up from the now vast tile floor as the spell concluded. The Matriarch smiled down at the two sliding her tongue across her bottom lip. She paused for a moment and pointed at the male on the left and then pointed to the female on the right. Playfully the Kazdruk pointed back and forth while receitng a childish Kazdruk rhyme.

 Hmm, from day to night, among flower beds of red and white, who’s to live and who to smite, reap your harvest before the blight… shall it be the left or the right…whose life is placed in plight? “

The Matriarch twirled her finger for a moment before pointing toward the elvish male.

“Hmm, too bad for you. It seems chance has forsaken you,” The wicked Kazdruk woman spoke gleaming.

Twirling her finger tip, a wave of nefarious pixy-dust wrapped around the male. The elvish man found himself lifted off his feet towards the Matriarch. Reaching out, she carefully pinched his small body letting her delicate fingertips cover his tiny torso.

The now tiny elvish woman shrieked at the sight and attempted to run. The Kazdruk queen smirked and nonchalantly shifted her bare foot over the elf and pressed down softly, heel to toe. A tiny scream was cut off as the elf was smothered under foot. The demon’s perfect toes curled and began wrapping themselves downward to meet the cold floor, trapping the elf. Lifting the male up to her face now, she grinned, feeling his tiny lover squirm under her foot. Softly, the dark queen ever so slightly pressed down harder. Relishing in domination and the minuscule struggles under foot, the Matriarch turned her focus to the male again who was shaking to get free.

“Careful now, It would be an awful long drop for you at your current size. Wingless and ever hopeless .”

The queen pulled the tiny elf closer to her face, lightly swinging him side to side like a child’s toy. With a seductive lap, the matriarch ran her tongue across the elf’s body. The small elf cried out in terror, wiggling wildly now.

“Please, no…”

The dark mistress played with the helpless elf, dangling him above her mouth. Slowly the elvish man was lowered into her mouth, her soft lips wrapping around his waist. The elf cried out in panic as the matriarch’s glossy lips began to pull him into her mouth. With a soft moan she wrapped her tongue around her prey and pulled him in deeper leaving only his head exposed and free. In a desperate attempt, the elf man reached up attempting to keep himself from being devoured.

Ulla watched on in horror. The powerful Kazdruk toyed with the elf in her mouth for a moment, relishing in his torment. With ease, the matriarch finally pulled him into her mouth, his cries for help quickly being cut off. The Matriarch moaned again and slowly swallowed the small elf whole. Leaning back for a moment, the twisted queen basked in the satisfaction. Opening her eyes, she looked down while she curled her toes, lifting the trapped female elf upward.

“Hmm, and what about you?”

Softly, the Kazdruk lifted the elf up and dragged her across her flat, stomach letting the elf hear the cries of her lover inside her stomach. Screaming now, believing she would succumb to the same fate, the elf tried to escape.

The Matriarch grinned at the attempt to escape and pushed her downward now instead of up. The elf shrieked as she was pushed up against the Matriarch’s dripping pussy.

“Please! No!…No! What are you doing?” The elf pleaded.

Leaning back again, the Matriarch stuffed the elf deep inside her cunt, cutting off the elf’s sharp screams. Rubbing the outside of her labia, the Kazdruk moaned softly. Her nipples now hardening knowing the elf was trapped inside her womanhood. Her eyes grew heavy as she felt the elf struggling deep inside, each movement sending a shiver up her spine causing her wings to shiver. Ulla watched as the Matriarch pleasured herself in her throne. The Kazdruk’s jade eyes looked up and made contact with Ulla, catching the human off guard.

“Please come forward, come before me as shells do at low tide. Expose yourself to me human. Seraph, eidolon, outworlder,” The Kazdruk spoke softly.

Ulla grimaced, took a deep breath and moved forward with confidence only a Goldulin born possessed, earning a sly grin from the Matriarch.

“It’s not often I come across your human kind.” The dark woman spoke.

Ulla remained silent while stopping at the foot of the throne’s stairs and looking upward at her captor. Ulla attempted to stay stoic, looking on with strength. The sudden outstretch of the matriarch’s wings instinctively caused Ulla took a step back. Ulla couldn’t help but look into the Kazdruk’s piercing eyes. No matter how much she tried, the Matriarch’s gaze wouldn’t let go. The jade coals burned in the dusky room while softly pulsating. Ulla’s eyes widened as she felt herself unable to move now. Ulla mumbled while forcing her head away with all her strength. Breaking the hypnotizing gaze, Ulla looked downward and noticed two long black tendrils sliding down the steps towards her. Each one already enclosing next to her feet. Like thick black snakes, the appendages stealthy started sliding up her legs. Ulla attempted to step back, but it was too late. The arms coiled themselves up her legs like demonic vines. Ulla began to panic as she started feeling more tendrils grope her body.

Among the chaos and confusion, the Matriach’s glowing eyes suddenly came closer. Ulla tried to raise her arms but the slick cables wrapped around her wrists and pulled them downward. Ulla felt drunk and lost in a strange euphoria as the demoness’ nefarious magic fell over her. The thick tendril slithered up her leg and pushed against her tight petals. Ulla let out a tired and weak moan as her body began to betray her. A sly smile filled the Matriarch’s face as she led more of her tentacles towards her prisoner.

“Lost in a sea of raven feathers, how does one such as yourself find your way to our land?” The Kazdruk inquired.

Ulla remained silent, still in a daze from her captor’s gaze. Mixed gasps escaped her mouth as slick appendages brushed her clit.

“Yu-Yudasha, dropped me on this… world,” Ulla spoke slowly shivering as more tentacles slide up her inner thigh.

“Yuldasha you say?” The dark queen spoke before pausing for a moment. With a smile she pulled Ulla in closer caressing her smooth arms. Ulla’s eyes were now glowing green as the Matriarch’s magic took over. Ulla was losing control of her own body. Like a human shell, her body fell limp for the Kazdruk to use. Ulla was still conscious and could understand every word she said but she could not control her own body.

“So, you have met my daughter Yuldasha, why did she send you here to wander among our atramentous lands of divinity?”

The Matriarch pulled herself closer as her dark tendrils probed the human. A green wash of magic spiraled around the queen’s nethers, a thick humanoid cock summoned itself from the base of the Kazdruk’s pubic bone. A heavy set of testicles emerged as well, hanging down in a pendulous manner. Shifting her body behind Ulla now, she slid her cock now up against Ulla.

“I haven’t had the pleasure of taking a human in many a moon’s cycle. Your kind is a seldom rarity. A dream only royalty could imagine. Pearl like, an angelic tear found after being swallowed by the opaque, nubilous desert. I have something special in mind for you, but first, I will claim you as my own. After all, a human without a goddess is nothing more than flesh lost among the thicket. Primitive, feral and without reason.”

Ulla’s mind spun as the matriarch pulled her arms back. Lost in the Kazdruks’ magical spell she felt her captor’s cock slide inside her. In a muted gasp, Ulla shivered as the cock pushed deeper. The cluster of black tentacles enwrapped around the human, one encircling her breast while the other pushed in between her lips and down her throat. Numb and immobilized, Ulla’s body shook in euphoria as her body betrayed her mind.

“ Like endless honey upon one’s lips, you are but a fine delicacy. Fresh as snow plunging from heaven’s slit juglar on ripe winter nights,”

The matriarch whispered as warm cum spilled to the tile floor below.     

 

m_ulla-hfh   

 

Avelyn didn’t talk much to Jelthra or Kamri. The two kept to themselves in the corner throughout the night. Avelyn wasn’t sure why the two soldiers were locked up in Luzella’s holding cell. The northern elf sat and pondered if she should ask or just keep quiet. As morning came, Avelyn rubbed her cold shoulders and continued to watch the two in silence. The two whispered among themselves while looking at some strange crystal. The two conversed for a bit and then finally both looked at Avelyn perplexed. With nowhere to go, Avelyn broke the ice.

” It’s rude to stare you know.” The northern elf spoke with a pompous bite.

Kamri smirked and Jelthra made a dirty look before awkwardly looking away.

“You two are in trouble with Luzella I see, shame,” Avelyn spoke before looking away out into the chamber.

“Mm, ziz would seem so,” Jelthra finally replied.

The three fell into an uncomfortable silence again. Minutes went by before Kamri broke the awkward silence again.

“How did you end up in here?”

Avelyn grimaced at the question. Not truly wanting to talk about it. Especially to Kazdruk but she figured there was nothing to lose at this point.

“It’s a story i’d rather not speak about…,” Avelyn frowned silently for a moment. “But if you must know, my fiancée and I were leading a rescue mission to save our great queen,” Avelyn’s face quickly turned to hatred. “Luzella defeated us and then my fiancée he… he…,” Avelyn paused and didn’t continue.

“He vhat? Jelthra asked impatiently.

“He chose our queen over me and left me here with your friend Luzella.”

Jelthra and Kamri looked at each other silently for a moment.

“Oh, I see,” Kamri returned.

“He’s dead to me,” Avelyn spat. The hatred in her eyes clearly visible to Kamri and Jelthra now. The three fell silent again.

“Why are you two here?” Avelyn asked trying to remain calm. A shard of evil washed over the northern elf for a brief moment before she took a deep breath.

“As you have already guessed, Luzella doesn’t like us all that much,” Kamri spoke softly.”

“Neither does her zister,” Jelthra chimed in.

“I’m not entirely sure why she’s out to get us. I suppose that’s just what they do. Regardless, the two are going to fight for possession of me,” Kamri frowned.

Avelyn rose her eyebrow.

“Luzella and her sister Wulfshn are going to fight?” The northern elf asked, suddenly intrigued.

“Mhm.”

“Luzella will win,” Avelyn spoke with certainty. Kamri thought she saw the elf smile for a brief moment. The expression of Avelyn’s face looked as if she wanted Luzella to win as her face briefly flashed to jubilance.

“What about you?” Avelyn asked looking at Jelthra.

“Luzella or her sister Wulfshn are not very fond of me, so zay tossed me in here for now. I need to find a wayz outz of here.”

“I’ll wager, you’ll both become property of Luzella,” Avelyn spoke knocking on the steel cage bars with her knuckle. The northerner let another sly smile slip. Her elvish eyes now filled with a new glint of darkness, laced with a faint underlying, corrupted hysteria. Kamri paused and looked at her worried.

“I’m not going to be anyone’s property!” Kamri spoke. ” I’ll die before that happens.”

 Before the three could continue, a group of Kazdruk guards appeared at the holding cell door. The three prisoners looked up at the rough Kazdruks.

“You, Kamri. Come with me. You’ve been summoned by Luzella as a prize for a sparring match,” One of guards spoke pushing Kamri’s clothing through the cage bars.

Kamri clothed herself and walked towards the cage door as it opened. Before leaving, she looked back at Jelthra and Avelyn and winked.

“Don’t worry, i’ll be back one way or another.”

 

 

Luzella and Wulfshn stood in the fighting pit, both smirking at Kamri as she was brought forth as ante of the fight. Word traveled fast throughout the ranks of the spire. Not wanting to miss any chances to make some coin, a handful of Kazdruk soldiers were watching on from the stone and wood walls placing their usual bets on the outcome.

The scantily clad Kazdruk waitress made an appearance, standing between Luzella and Wulfshn. Brazeek stood tall beside the sharp Kazdruk woman, standing by as a form of extra security if needed. The female stood by as referee and arbiter, or something close to one, when it came to Kazdruk combat. The demoness backed up and looked at the onlookers.

“It is in agreement then! Wulfshn has challenged Luzella to Trial of Claim!”

The small crowd cheered. Some rhythmically slamming the wood lining the fighting pit.

The Kazdruk referee smiled and turned to look at Kamri.

“The claim of possession is this,” she spoke pointing at Kamri. She backed up and pointed at Luzella who was already digging her hoof into the dirt and cracking her knuckles.

“Are you in agreement Luzella?”

“Mhm,” Luzella nodded, smiling and flashing her canines.

The referee quickly turned to Wulfshn now pointing.

“Are you in agreement Wulfshn?”

“Let’s do this!” Wulfshn replied rolling her neck back and forth.

The Kazdruk woman rose her hand up high preparing to drop it.

“WAIT. Hold on!”  Kamri suddenly shouted out.

The referee placed both her hands out and stepped in between Luzella and Wulfshn. The onlookers cheered and yelled in a mixture of eagerness and uproar.

“Due to rank, you have no say in this! You know the rules!” The sharp Kazdruk proclaimed.

Kamri sneered in anger. She thought to herself. She could not be held a slave to either.  She needed to be free in order to work with Jelthra and complete their personal vendetta of ridding Luzella. Looking on with cold eyes she took a deep breath and spoke out, knowing her next words to be walking the line of suicide.

“I counter challenge Wulfshn to a trial of claim!” Kamri shouted out.

The on looking soldiers cheered in even larger uproar. Brazeek grinned and rose his eyebrow. Luzella stepped out of her spot in fury and stormed up to the Kazdruk managing the matchup.

“What! That is absurd! She has nothing to claim!” Luzella shouted in frustration.

The arbiter smiled and turned to view Kamri waiting for an explanation.

“Well? What do you claim?”

Kamri paused for a moment having a loophole up her sleeve.

“I claim myself!” Kamri spat. “If I win, I go about my business. If I lose…well, then you two will have your match to claim me.”

The Kazdruk arbiter grinned in amusement at the sly technicality. She smirked before turning to Luzella.

“Well Luzella, i’m afraid she has a right to challenge Wulfshn. There’s nothing stating that she cannot. You are a woman of honor are you not? You wouldn’t break these rules in front of your fellow kin would you?”

Luzella scrunched her nose as her eyes narrowed in pure, undiluted hatred. Her fists clenched themselves tightly as burning acrimony flushed through her veins. Temper snapping, the amazonian stepped forward ready to ring Kamri’s neck. Brazeek took a step in and held Luzella back.

“Get out of my way Brazeek!” The angered Kazdruk yelled trying to shove Brazeek out of the way. The large soldier held her back even though his hooves began to slide in the dirt as he began losing ground.

“Mark my words Kamri, you will be mine! Mine!” Luzella roared while Brazeek and another shorter grunt helped push Luzella back out of the fighting ring. Luzella shoved them both back. Seeing every shade of red she gave each one a cold glare before turning, whipping her hair and storming out of the fighting pit on her own.  The watching eyes exploded in chaos and frenzy. Each soldier now changing their bets. Brazeek leaned into Kamri’s ear.

“Breeaaak her face,” Brazeek smiled, flashing his sharp array of crooked sharp teeth before patting her shoulder. Kamri returned a smile.

“I’ll do my best.”

Wulfshn smiled at the new apparently easier opponent she would now face. Tightening her wrist wrappings, she smirked while digging her hooves into the dirt. Kamri walked to her spot. Her feet now sinking into the large deep hoof prints that Luzella had left behind. She looked up across at Wulfshn wondering if she could pull this off.

The Kazdruk arbiter smiled and broke the view. She looked at Kamri and explained the rules of the match.

“This is a standard weaponless Rakreegan bloodline match. Best out of three rounds. Hand to hand only! Any use of magic or weapons will disqualify you. Is that understood?”

Kamri nodded while she stretched her arms back. The Kazdruk walked back to face the onlookers.

“The match has changed. Kamri will claim herself in a claim of possession.” The crowd went wild in blood lust. The arbiter returned to the two and pointed at Wulfshn.

“Are you in agreement Wulfshn?”

“I’m going to crush her,” Wulfshn replied flashing her canines and resting her heavy arms to her side flexing.

The referee spun and pointed at Kamri.

“Are you in agreement Kamri?”

“Mhm.” Kamri nodded, bringing her fists up into ready stance.

The arbiter raised her hand high in between the two.

“Fighters ready!” She yelled and dropped her hand cutting through the air.

“Fight!”

The flock of rag tag onlookers cheered as the skirmish finally started, each one craving bloodshed. Luzella watched from the side grimacing in anger.

Kamri and Wulfshn moved up to each other with fists raised. The two danced around one another in a large circle. Each fighter bobbed back and forth while calculating the other’s movements. Wulfshn stepped in quickly throwing a light punch. Kamri easily outstepped the swing but did not retlaialte. She knew the Kazdruk was only testing the waters. Wulfshn’s eyes peered into Kamri’s. The tall purebreed switched up her footwork and started circling in the opposite direction. Kamri followed and jabbed outward herself. Wulfshn easily dodged the strike and quickly returned with a high stomping kick. Kamri shifted to the side and the amazonian’s leg missed. Kamri gathered her bearings, quickly realizing that Wulfshn is quicker than Luzella.

Kamri jumped and kicked high. Wulfshn raised her left arm and deflected the ballsy high strike. In a counter, Wulfshn jabbed with her right arm, slashing the air with an elbow strike. Kamri parried the strike off to the side and returned a sharp upper cut. Due to Wulfshn’s height she was able to stretchback and dodge the punch. The two disengaged and circled together again with fists raised.

“You will look lovely on all fours little one,” Wulfshn taunted.

Kamri stayed focused not letting the purebred into her head. She examined the Kazdruk’s foot work looking for any type of pattern or fault. The Kazdruk tank broke the circle and stepped in jabbing high with her right fist and then again with her left. Kamri blocked both strikes and began backpedaling as the Kazdruk advanced, attempting to grapple Kamri. Kamri dove and rolled out of her range. Wulfshn came back quickly advancing again and attempted a left strike followed by a right this time. Kamri backpedaled again and deflected both strikes with solid blocks. Anticipating another grapple, Kamri flipped backward into a back handspring kick, drawing first blood with hard kick under Wulfshn’s chin.  The Kazdruk fell back slightly with a face of anger. Spitting a wad of blood to the dirt. The onlookers cheered at the first hit.

Wulfshn rose her fists back up unfazed physically from the strike. The towering Kazdruk moved forward towards Kamri seeking blood. The carmel elf kept moving, trying to keep Wulfshn out of reach. Wulfshn leaned in and launched a heavy outstretched punch. Kamri ducked and returned a kick to Wulfshn’s leg.

With a snarl, Wulfshn stumbled backward slightly from the viperish strike. Kamri continued her assault rhythm, striking high with her left elbow. Wulfshn sluggishly blocked the hit but didn’t see the quick right hook until it was too late. The solid punch scored Wulfshn square in the face, causing her to stumble backward even further. The crowd cheered wildly now at the fierce upset. Wulfshn shook her head trying to clear the stars. Visibly enraged now, she charged like a rabid bull towards the smaller elf. Spearing her hard, Kamri was lifted off the dirt and driven hard into the wood wall, splintering one of the oak panels. Wulfshn pinned Kamri against the barrier and plowed her elbow into her stomach. Kamri keeled over in pain as the heavy Kazdruk railed into her over and over.

Exchanging heavy strikes from left to right now, Wulfshn launched a salvo of aggression into her opponent. Kamri tried her best to block the powerful strikes but the Kazdruk’s shear size and strength was too great. Another hard strike nearly knocked Kamri out as she was held against the boards. The next strike broke the oak wall in half as Kamri was punched through it.

Leaving her to collapse, Wulfshn backed off, looking at the onlookers for response. The raty soldiers cheered on, while some started paying each other their bets. Luzella’s anger turned to a slight smile as the match began to favor her younger littermate.

Kamri held her ribs and brought herself back to her feet. The soldiers roared as she returned to the fight. Wulfshn smiled as Kamri returned for more.

“If you were smart, you would stay down, You’re no good to me broken.” Wulfshn stated with a bite of playfulness.

Kamri only glared at the taller Kazdruk, once again bringing her fists into view. Wulfshn flashed her teeth and charged at Kamri. The amazonian leapt into the air and came down with both fists clenched together. With haste, Kamri dove out of the way and returned quickly behind Wulfshn. The swift, corrupted elf grappled around Wulfshn’s neck and locked her arms. Wulfshn struggled as her opponent was now choking her from behind. With a sharp jab, the tall Kazdruk elbowed backward striking Kamri hard in the rib. Kamri held on tightly gritting through the pain of the elbow strikes.

Using all her strength to strangle Wulfshn, the amazonian started to weaken and fall to one knee. Haphazardly, Wulfshn elbowed backward again with little result. The crowd started roaring in excitement as the match started to turn. Wulfshn let out a snarl as her eyes started to falter. Kamri snarled back as she flexed her arm around the other’s neck. Wulfshn flexed her back and stood back up, with a hefty toss, Wulfshn flipped the smaller fighter over her shoulder. Kamri landed hard on her back knocking the wind out of her lungs. With dazed vision she looked upward at Wulfshn. Raising her hoof, Wulfshn came down down hard. Kamri rolled out of the way, the hoof smashing the dirt where her head had been only a moment before.

“You think you can compete with our breed?” Wulfshn asked growling in a feral manner.

Kamri scurried, quickly trying to get back to her feet. Wulfshn kept on her and kicked her back down into the dirt before she could get up. Following closely, the amazonian straddled the elf and dropped herself down, her muscular weight now pinning Kamri. In heavy jabs, Wulfshn launched quick punches down at Kamri as she laid helpless on her back, striking her hard in the face. Kamri struggled underneath her, trying to block each punch. Wulfshn smiled in a dark carnal rage as she drove her fists into Kamri over and over. Dazed and vision blurred, Kamri gathered enough strength to grapple one of the strikes, holding Wulfshn’s wrist, Kamri twisted it and drove the strike off to the side into the dirt. Rolling her leg, Kamri rolled Wulfshn off.

Rolling up to her hands and knees, Wulfshn looked on like a wild Keeat and leapt back onto Kamri knocking her into the dirt. The two rolled around in the sand, looking for leverage over the other. Wulfshn palmed Kamri’s head and drove it into the ground holding her down. The onlookers cheered as Wulfshn looked up at them with a trickle of blood running down her face. Kamri squirmed for a moment before sweeping her foot and kicking Wulfshn in the face. The Kazdruk fell back and Kamri rolled and flipped back up onto her feet. Catching her breath she waited as Wulfshn got to her hooves. At the right moment, Kamri charged and speared the much larger soldier up against the wall this time. In a blur of fury, Kamri attacked Wulfshn’s stomach, ribs and lower chest with sharp jabs. Wulfshn grunted out as each strike was laid into her.

Luzella clenched her fists as her littermate was pinned to the wall taking a railing. With a snarl Wulfshn reached up and grabbed Kamri’s head. With a quick spin she drove her face into the oak boards. Holding her long ponytail, Wulfshn smashed her into the wall again. With pure aggression, Wulfshn spun Kamri towards the dirt. As Kamri fell, Wulfshn wrapped her legs around Kamri’s neck and fell with her. The two fell to the ground.

Kamri now flailed in the dirt as Wulfshn’s powerful thighs tightened and locked around her small neck. Pulling on Kamri’s hair, Wulfshn grinned in pleasure as she constricted her prey with her thighs. Locked in place, Kamri’s vision started to blur as her air was cut off. Kamri’s small hands pried into Wulfshn’s muscular thighs, trying anything to break the Kazdruk scissorhold.

“Giving up already? How are you going to keep up with me in bed?” Wulfshn laughed tightening her athletic legs even tighter.

Kamri gasped for air as her feet kicked around in the dirt. Her hands started to falter around Wulfshn’s massive vice like legs. Loosely, Kamri lifted her arms and let out weak punches into Wulfshn’s powerful thighs. Wulfshn smiled at the puny strikes while closing her legs. The purebred’s thick muscles squeezed Kamri like a snake, blurring the elf’s vision. Kamri grappled the powerful legs one more time to attempt prying them apart. Failing a final time, Kamri’s now motionless hands feel to the dirt as she passed out. The arbiter ran up behind them, crouching down to verify that Kamri was unconscious. Kamri laid trapped between Wulfshn completely passed out now. The arbiter rose her arm high signaling the end of round one. The crowd went wild at Wulfshn’s first round win. Brazeek and the sharp Kazdruk rushed to pull Wulfshn off.

Wulfshn kept her legs locked in place for a few more seconds before finally releasing and running back to her hooves. Kamri’s eyes came back to focus, the ceiling of the chamber spinning out of control. Kamri blinked a few time while Brazeek’s face came into view staring down at her. Kamri slowly and painfully returned to her feet and went to her corner. Luzella grinned at the first round being over.

The arbiter walked between Kamri and Wulfshn and raised her arm high.

“Wulfshn holds round one! Fighters ready! Round two! FIGHT!

Wulfshn quickly began circling Kamri. The Kazdruk wasted no time in placing down an aggressive offensive. Kamri found it harder now to read the large Kazdruk, her head still dizzy and weak. Without warning Wulfshn jabbed hard inward, smashing Kamri’s side. The carmel fighter stumbled back at the heavy hit. Wulfshn followed through with another heavy hit. Kamri deflected the strike off to the side but Wulfshn ran her entire body into Kamri like a bull, knocking her back down to the ground.

The crowd roared, as Kamri was already knocked off her feet. Kamri knew she was done if Wulfshn managed to grapple her on the ground. Quickly, Kamri jumped back to her feet and flanked the Kazdruk. Wulfshn followed her closely and whipped her fist backward in an attempt to close-line her opponent with a stiff-arm. Kamri ducked under the strike and came up fast with a jumping uppercut, contacting hard with Wulfshn’s jaw. The amazonian fell straight back like a freshly cut northern oak tree. Wulfshn fell to her back, knocked out cold. With haste, Kamri leapt onto Wulfshn, straddled the purebred and began laying into her with strong punches to her face. Brazeek quickly ran in and pulled Kamri off the unconscious Kazdruk while the arbiter singled the end of the second round.

“Ugh! NO,NO,NO! damn it Wulfshn! ”  Luzella yelled while punching the wall next to her in untamed anger and upset.

The soldiers cheered on at the wild turn of events with the match now being tied. Kamri moved back to her spot and waited for round three. Brazeek watched over Wulfshn as she got up.

“Get out of my face!” Wulfshn roared in anger and returned to her corner.

With her hips swaying, the arbiter walked between the two raising her arm up high.

“Kamri holds round two! Fighters ready! Third and final round… FIGHT!”

Wasting no time, Wulfshn charged in quickly and let out a barrage of strikes into Kamri. The much smaller fighter did her best to parry off the rugged strikes. Wulfshn closed the distance and grabbed Kamri in pure anger. In unfiltered aggression, the warrior picked up Kamri over her head and threw her hard into the wall. The fiery elf struck the oak wall before falling and hitting the dirt. Quickly she ran to her feet and unleashed a series of roundhouse kicks, Wulfshn blocked each kick and shoved Kamri back up against the wall. The amazonian advanced with hard heavy punches. Kamri attempted to block them, but the weight behind each strike was too great.

Wulfshn grabbed Kamri’s long braid and smashed her face into the wall. Using the elf’s hair as a leash, she pulled her back after each smash and drove her face into the wall again and again. With stars filling her vision Kamri thought quickly. With the next push, Kamri ran with the shove and walked up the wall before flipping behind Wulfshn. Pulling back on Wulfshn now, Kamri tried to flip Wulfshn down to the dirt. Wulfshn rolled over Kamri’s back, but flipped her hooves under herself, allowing her to land upright behind Kamri. Kamri spun quickly to face Wulfshn but it was too late. The purebreed head butted Kamri hard and shoved her hard into the wall again. Dazed, Kamri tried to get out of the wall. Wulfshn held her in place and drove her broad shoulder into Kamri’s chest. Most likely breaking a rib or two. Over and over Wulfshn used her whole body to drive into the smaller elf. Each strike knocked the wind out of Kamri. Weak and about to collapse. Kamri waited for the right moment. As Wulfshn reared back to drive in again full force, Kamri strafed to the side, grabbed Wulfshn’s horn and drove Wulfshn’s face into the wall.

The heavy crash nearly knocked out Wulfshn. The Kazdruk stumbled backward dazed. Using the last of her strength, Kamri launched another hard roundhouse kick striking Wulfshn across the face and knocking the purebreed out cold. Wulfshn spun and fell to the dirt motionless. The fighting chamber went wild. Some soldiers booing, others whistling. Luzella’s face flushed red with anger. Running her hand through her raven black hair in disbelief. She stood tall, eyeing Kamri. The arbiter ran to Kamri’s side and pulled her tired arm up high to signal her as the winner. Wulfshn sat up grimacing as blood ran down her face. In a mixture of anger and frustration Wulfshn walked up to Kamri. Kamri stood crooked, holding her ribs. Kamri watched closely as Wulfshn approached. The tall purebred stopped in front of Kamri with a flat emotion that started to turn to a smile. The arbiter and Kamri watched on as it was customary as well as honorable to congratulate the winner. Wulfshn opened her mouth to say something but then quickly caught Luzella standing tall along the sideline directly behind them. With a sneer, Wulfshn closed her mouth, said nothing and walked away from Kamri.

Wulfshn looked at her littermate in a mix of embarrassment and failure. Luzella’s eyes narrowed as she was prepared to lambaste her sister. Luzella watched as her sister approached, waiting for reasoning on her dreadful loss. Wulfshn said nothing and pushed through Luzella, bumping her hard with her shoulder as she passed.

Luzella clenched her fist but said nothing while turning back to look at Kamri. Luzella smiled fiendishly, she would get another chance at that elf.

 

 

 

 

Sewers of Harrow. Part IV: Hydrophobia

Celena ran for all her worth. Only a few Keeats remained stubborn enough to chase her and they had lost some ground pausing to investigate Valery, but Celena was still in dire straights. She was well trained, but the constant chase was starting to wear her out, whereas the Keeats would seemingly die before slowing down on their prey.

Fortune seemed to shine on the last remaining elf of the failed rescue mission however as she spotted a light emanating from a chamber ahead…daylight. Had she really been in this nightmarish sewer that long?

Celena darted towards the chamber, and the freedom from this hell it promised. It was a large circular chamber containing an artificial lake with some rusting, badly maintained stairs along the edges that led toward the light. An exit! An exit from this disaster.

Celena started thinking of what she’d have to say when she got back home… Zaya and Tereza… that had nothing to do with her. Zaya was her friend. She wanted to help and Tereza was just overconfident.

Valery… if she hadn’t sacrificed Valery, they would both have been taken by the Keeats, she reasoned. She would just have to lie about what she did. She’d find a way to live with it.

An angry bark from behind brought her back to the current situation. The young elf reached the chamber, awed by the sheer size of the underground lake for a second and began climbing up the stairs, which were rather steep and took a lot out of the already tired elf.

Unfortunately, the Keeats were still in top shape and finally caught up with Celena, the lead Keeat lunged at her, intent on pinning her down. Celena would have none of that so she turned and using the stair’s handrails for support, she lifted her body and dropkicked the Keeat, sending it tumbling back down the stairs.

Celena smiled in triumph, but the rusty iron handrail bent slightly before snappening under her weight. Losing her balance, she was sent tumbling into the lake below. She hit the water with a deep splash. Being a decent swimmer, she was able to quickly recover. Celena cursed as she watched the Keeats approach the edge of the lake water and look at her. Grimacing, she braced herself for another attack.

The Keeats stood still and then strangely, backed off. Turning around, they ran out of the chamber and back into the cavernous hallways.

 

Celena stared a little dumbfounded, then laughed.

 

“Ha! Scared of fucknig water? Seriously? Hahahaha…”

The elf tried to calm herself down as she bobbed in the water. The stupid animals had finally given up… she was safe. She’d be safe…

She composed herself and started swimming to the ledge when the elf felt something brush her leg. She paused.

“Some… some sewer fish.. right…,” the elf said to herself, and continued to the ledge. She placed her hands on the cold stone and was about to lift herself out when something wrapped around her left leg and tugged her back in.

Celena’s face turned to panic as she realised there was something… more… in the water. She tried to grab the ledge and get herself out again, but tentacle yanked her hard into the water causing her to lose her grip. She shrieked out as she broke the surface, trying to get whatever was on her leg off. Suddenly with a strong pull the tentacle dragged her through the water and pulled her further into the lake. The small elf gasped, as suddenly several titanic green worms burst from the water’s surface, some of them looked to be twice her size. She now realised what had truly scared off the Keeats.

Before she could react, more tentacles grabbed her and pulled her under the water. She held her breath while struggling until they brought her up again. She took a sharp gasp and filled her lungs with precious oxygen before they dunked her again. This repeated several more times, with more tentacles wrapping around her torso and limbs. The massive serpent like creatures  surrounded her and seemed to watch on even with their eyeless heads.

Her leather armour and undergarments were rapidly shredded and torn off by the barrage of thick tentacles and repeated dunking.

 

“Nooo! NOOOO! GET OFF ME!!”

 

Celena tried to flail and kick wildly within the worms grasp, her small perky tits bouncing freely as she was tossed in and out of the water. The large tentacle wrapped around her torso forced it’s tip into her mouth and spread her jaw wide as it began pumping a thick semen like substance down her throat.

“Mmmmf! MMmmph! *gulp* *gulp*” Celena’s eyes were wide in utter shock as she had to swallow the musky substance. Her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it’d rip out of her chest. Following another long dunk in the water she didn’t even notice the tentacles pulling her bare legs apart until another tentacle emerged from the water and pushed itself into the elf’s pussy.

“MMmmmh! MMMMMPH!” Celena struggled helplessly as the tentacle penetrated her with ease, rapidly lubricating itself with the same slippery cum being forced into Celena’s stomach. Her wet and near naked body writhed and struggled in the grasp of the worms, tentacles on both ends pumping into her relentlessly. The worms stopped dunking her in the water, holding her just above the surface as the tentacles fucked her.

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She was wet and cold and yet a terrible sensation was rising within her. The warmth of pleasure and an impending orgasm. She fought it. Tried to hold it back. But the more of this cum she drank and was pumped into her, the more aroused she got.

Her face was that of pure panic. She flailed and banged weakly on the skin of the serpent, her fists pounding the scales to no avail. The worms seemed to be still, watching her intently as their tentacles fucked her above the water. Her climax seemed to almost be their goal.

The tentacles kept up a relentless pace, her body shuddered, one leg dangling in the water. Another tentacle sneaked up and dove into Celena’s exposed rear hole and started leaking cum almost immediately. Celena let out a muffled scream as this act sent her over the edge into a thunderous climax. Her eyes rolled upwards, her own hips gyrating involuntarily on her tentacle lovers, her own clear fluidy cum spurting over the tentacle in her cunt.

The worm like serpent’s opened their mouths and shrieked out a frightening, alien sound simultaneously. Celena hardly reacted as she came down from her incredible orgasm. She moaned weakly over the tentacle in her mouth as it spurted yet more cum, so much it spilled out her nostrils and was just starting to regain her senses when the tentacles pulled down on her body again hard. Celena let out another muffled yelp and tried to breathe as much as she could through her nose as she was pulled under the surface again.

The elf’s struggles briefly renewed as the tentacles held her under the water, far longer than before. They kept the small elf under the surface while still constantly fucking her.

Celena desperately held her breath as she felt another orgasm quickly approach.

The water’s surface became calm as the struggles occurred deep underneath. Briefly, some bubbles appeared in the spot where Celena was, then slowly they ceased. The worms slipped back into the water one by one, until the lake fell calm.

 

 

**Epilogue**

 

The Sorceress Aeltha sat on a fairly opulent throne, some days after the elven attack. Surrounding her were some manner of scrying orbs, showing her images and reports on the aftermath of the battle.

Her attention shifted to four orbs in particular. The red demoness grinned wickedly as she viewed them. One showed a red haired elf, on her knees obendiently fellating the cock of a four armed demon. The next showed a group of purple, mostly female shaped cocoons hanging from a ceiling. Another, a blonde, rather pretty and stately elf being rutted hard by a Keeat in some dark isolated den with others waiting in line. The last, a torn elven leather glove floating on an otherwise still artificial lake.

“It seems some of the specimens I discarded in the sewer system are doing well for themselves… I should perhaps research them further… when I have the time.” Aeltha remarked to herself, before waving the orbs away and calling for a nearby elf to approach and kneel in front of her with a few simple hand gestures.

 

The End

 

Sewers of Harrow. Part III : Hysteria

The following events take place during Spire of Torment Chapter 24: Tempest’s Seed.

Valery and Celena kept up a brisk pace as they walked through the cavernous sewer chambers, staying as far as possible from the smaller passages and he possible ambushes that lay within. The rescue mission had quickly degenerated into a struggle for survival.

“At least… at least we’re not wading in that piss water anymore.” Valery said as the pair walked over the shiny stone floor of the inner sewer.

“Geem sent us here to die… sent us here to die!” Celena blurted out, her voice shaking and the brown haired elf on the verge of total panic.

“Celena. Seriously. Get a grip.” Valery responded.”We’ll get out of this okay,

we just need to find a way up to Gee..” Celena stopped in her tracks.

“FUCK Geem! What the fuck do you think the two of us are going to do? They took Zaya! They took Tereza! We can’t even help them! They’re gone! THEY’RE GONE!”

Valery spun, turned and placed her hands on the panicking elf’s shoulders.

“Calm down, just calm down. We’ll find a way to rescue them all, okay? We’ll find a way…”

Celena swatted away Valery’s hands angrily.

“You don’t believe that anymore than I do! We were sent here as fodder for these… things! We have to escape! Right now! WE HAVE TO ESCAPE!”

Valery was quickly losing her patience, grabbing Celena’s shoulder firmly this time she pointed her finger at her screaming comrade. “Look…”

Suddenly, she was cut off by a horrific, otherworldly growl echoing from somewhere. The two elven soldiers immediately drew their silver blades and watched their surroundings. More growls were heard and footsteps… something was approaching. Valery and Celena kept their backs to each other and looked around, unsure of which way to proceed.

“Oh gods… oh gods… I know those growls, they’re…” before Selena could say another word, a pair of the dog-like Kazdruk creatures that had made themselves infamous to all elvenkind padded into view.

“Keeats!” Valery confirmed.

The Keeat pair sniffed the air around them, their advanced senses singling out the scent of the elven females even through the constant stench of the sewer. Instantly they darted at the elves with terrifying speed. Valery gripped her sword and evaded one of the attacking Keeats with the switfness and grace of an elven Queen’s guard, her blade slashing the attacking hound’s side deeply. The Keeat let out a pained roar and skidded into a wall, dazed.

The other Keeat lunged at Celena. “Oh, you want me. WANT ME? FUCK YOU,

YOU PIECE OF SHIT,” She shrieked. The elf was near hysterical, but her combat training still served her, she gave the Keeat’s snout a vicious kick and drove her sword into it’s skull, instantly killing It. Celena looked over as Valery ran to the other Keeat and mercilessly decapitated it as it struggled to stand. Somehow the creature’s blood didn’t stain Valery’s gleaming white armour at all. The elves panted heavily as they looked over their kills. Celena went back to pry out her sword from the dead Keeat, which she had driven in so deep with rage-fueled strength it was now stuck.

“Celena, look out!” Valery shouted as another Keeat sprung out of the shadows and

toppled Celena to the ground. Celena struggled as she was pinned down by strong feral paws, noticing the Keeat’s heavy cock rapidly slipping free of its sheath.

Celena’s eyes grew wide, realising what the beast intended to do. “No! NO!

NO! HELP ME!”.

A sword drove through the beast on top of Celena. Valery put her boot on the Keeat’s side and pushed her blade free as it slumped over. The noble Wayyel guard helped her comrade to her feet as yet more Keeats came into view. Two… then five… then yet more.

The two elves backed off from the pack of Keeats that were attracted to their struggle and scent. They were almost surrounded except for one nearby exit.

“Run!!” Valery commanded, and the pair took off as fast as they could. The pack gave chase, following the elves. Valery and Celena ran for all their worth, their toned elven bodies being at the peak of athletic fitness, they could easily outrun a human and even many Kazdruk.

The elves rounded a corner and kept running, with the Keeats in hot pursuit. Bit by bit the creatures were gaining ground, fueled by animalistic lust.

“Keep… going, we have to…” Valery said in between pants. Celena, right alongside her, face full of panic and despair. She looked behind at the chasing pack and back to Valery.  

“I’m… sorry!” Celena blurted out, and swiftly kicked Valery in the ribs. Celena’s comrade fell and skidded onto the floor, eyes widened in shock. Nothing was broken, but she had the wind knocked out of her and she lay clutching her stomach.

“I can’t… I can’t… I don’t need to outrun them… I… I just need to outrun you. Sorry… I’m really sorry,” Celena huffed while running away.

Celena went into a full sprint away from her fellow elven soldier.

 

As Valery stumbled onto her feet and cursing as the the Keeats caught up to her. Four of the beasts ran right past her to chase Celena as the others quickly Kazdruk hounds surrounded her. More cautious than the first members of the pack, the creatures kept their distance making sure to cut any possible way for Valery to escape. The elven soldier reached for her sword, but saw she had dropped it when she fell, it was now well out of reach behind one of the creatures. Valery stood still, her heart pounding. She was no match for an entire pack and she knew it, the creatures could tear her apart at will. The Keeats all looked at her with evil, hungry eyes, sniffing the air constantly. The scent. Her scent. She knew. She had heard tales of what they do.

The largest Keeat of the pack approached, the alpha. Growling and sniffing the air, it’s giant snout approached Valery’s crotch. It pushed out it’s tongue and started licking the elf’s leather pants aggressively. Valery shuddered and started to panic. “NO!” She punched the alpha’s head hard, and turned away, trying desperately to find a way to slip through the pack and escape. The alpha, hardly fazed, let out a deep growl and pounced on top of Valery, knocking her onto the cold, wet stone floor. The other Keeats howled in seeming approval as the alpha ripped Valery’s leather pants and panties to shreds with a swipe of it’s claws and pressed it’s weight down on the smaller elf.

“No… get… off!” Valery struggled in vain as the creature pinned her down. No one was here to help her, like she helped Celena. That coward. The creature grew tired of the female’s ceaseless struggles and growled loudly into her ear while chomping it’s powerful jaws close to her head. Valery’s struggles ceased as she realised the threatening implications. Then she felt something hot and rigid rub against her exposed pussy. The alpha’s cock, unsheathed and hardened from it’s excitement of Valery’s scent and pushed inside her. The elf’s face felt flushed as she felt herself be penetrated by the Keeat’s thick member. It grew yet more as the alpha thrust in and out, shifting it’s weight to keep her pinned down.

 

Valery panted and gasped with each thrust, the alpha’s powerful body plunging it’s cock deeper and deeper into her. Her body writhing under the beast as it established its dominance over the pack’s new bitch. It drooled thick spittle over her pristine white gloves. Watery precum surged from it’s cock into the quivering elf. The elf could hardly believe the position she was in right now. She tried to focus on something else, anything else, but each animalistic thrust brought her back to reality. Worse, she felt a familiar pleasant tingle in her loins. She was being fucked by a demonic animal and her body was starting to enjoy it. She tried to push back the growing feelings of pleasure even as she felt her nipples harden and push against her leather chest-plate. The pack watched intently as the act of mating continued.

Valery grunted and gasped. The alpha rutted her with raw animalistic desire. She felt it’s base get bigger and bigger. Yet even as it grew, it still slipped inside her pussy lips. The elf cursed herself as her own building arousal only served to make it easier for the Keeat’s dog cock to push inside her. Then, as the alpha held it’s paws tightly against her writhing hips, it thrust in again, hilting it’s cock inside Valery’s cunt.  The elf’s eyes grew wide, her mouth agape, drool flowing freely as she felt the cock’s base expand so much that it was firmly stuck in her pussy now.
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The large hard knot bumped against her clit in just the right way to drive her wild. “F… FUUUUUUUCKK!!!!” she screamed as a hard, forced orgasm crashed through her body. This reaction only caused the alpha to pound her even harder, it’s knotted cock pushing and tugging on her pussy prolonging her climax. Soon, the alpha let out a triumphant howl and followed with it’s own orgasm, flooding Valery’s womb with hot Keeat seed. Valery cried on in both pleasure and humiliation. She had just been bred like an animal, and the alpha’s cock was still firmly stuck inside her. The alpha took it’s time, fucking the writhing, sweating elf yet more. Forcing more pleasure out of her and making sure she understood her new place. She wasn’t sure how much time passed. It seemed like quite a bit of time went by and the alpha’s knot still wouldn’t release her. The alpha finally grew tired and dismounted the elf. The fat cock still attached to her form. It looked around the pack, still patiently watching the whole time, yet clearly growing impatient. The alpha growled and barked at them, making it clear she was still it’s mate…for now.

 

Finally, after some more time, the knot shrunk enough to be pulled out of

Valery’s pussy. Globs of cum spilled out onto the floor as the elf lay exhausted. She had lost count of the times that animal had forced a climax out of her. She lay there, thinking how a proud Queen’s guard like herself could have possibly ended up like this, her leggings in tatters, her beautiful blonde hair matted with drool and spilt cum, but at least now it was over…

… until the next Keeat of the pack approached her, it’s cock already hard, throbbing and leaking precum freely as it mounted her weakened body. It was then she knew the entire pack would have their turn with her and she would remain the pack’s bitch… forever.