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Spire of Torment. Chapter 26: Carnal Servitude

 By: Lucien

Neicul entered Aeltha’s nebulous chamber. Slowly he pushed the heavy door open, hiding his wound and the undeniable fact that he was one subject short. He strolled into the dark candlelight chamber knowing he was in trouble and would be at the mercy of the sorceress. Aeltha stood in the far corner, reading over dry scrolls and various outlandish artifacts. Lost in inimical thought, she seemed to ignore the soldier’s entrance. Off to his right, his piercing eyes caught movement. Two twin corrupted elves giggled softly before flashing tantalizing smiles towards Neicul. The two were laid back in unison across the stone altars they sat upon, exposing their smooth bronze naked bodies for Neicul to clearly see. The twin’s slanted eyes pulsed steadily in the smoky light, casting a mesmerizing gaze into his eyes. Neicul slowed his pace, suddenly finding it difficult to look away.


“Welcome back, Neicul,” Aeltha spoke out. Her voice startled Neicul as she was suddenly directly behind him. He snapped out of his daze with the alluring twins and spun to face Aeltha.


“Good evening, Aeltha,” he spoke before bowing.


“Excellent work, Neicul. The subjects you brought me shall work just fine… oh they will indeed,” she spoke, looking back where the two were now caged. Aeltha’s lips curled into the most mischievous and cruel grin he had ever seen. He was taken back by her lack of annoyance and anger. He was one test subject short but she didn’t seem to mind.


“Perhaps I was a bit harsh and wrong about you, Neicul. You fulfilled my request quite well.”  Aeltha stepped closer as the two corrupt elvish twins approached Neicul from behind. The duo draped themselves across Neicul’s broad shoulders while gliding their long tongues up his neck. Aeltha closed in, running her hand between his legs and pressing herself onto him before pressing her lips into his and kissing him softly. The group started to slowly move sideways up against the stone wall. Neicul found himself in bottomless bliss as the three women ran their hands across his body. The elves tugged on his earlobes with their teeth whispering soft moans of sizzling pleasure. Two metallic clicks of shackles clamping shut snapped Neicul out of the deceiving ruse. It was already too late. Neicul tried to move his arms but his wrists were shackled. Attached to short chains, he now stood crucified to the cold wall behind him. He cursed out, unable to move away or defend himself.

Aeltha laughed at how easily he fell into her trap. She shook her head side to side, partly disappointed in the lack of effort it took. The two twins came back into view on either side of Aeltha smiling with matching devilish grins.

She unsheathed her dagger and started to slowly slice into his vest. Letting the Kazdruk blade creep upward, it cut open his vest, exposing his sleek chest. She swiped outward twice, slicing the vest’s shoulders. The vest fell to the ground along with his two beloved knives.


Neicul stood now with only his pants on. He grimaced in anger as one of the twins removed his knives and vest from the room. Aeltha let her dagger gently glide across Neicul’s built chest.


“You failed me, Neicul. You were one subject short. I thought we had a clear understanding, yes?” Aeltha spoke harshly. She pushed the dagger under his chin, forcing his head upward.


Look at me!… you are now my third subject…” Aletha smiled, revealing her sharp fangs.  “It works out quite well now that I think about it. With you being Kazdruk, I’ll be able to push things farther. We wont have to waste any time being so cautious…and what I have planned for you will be ever enjoyable,” Aeltha shivered in jubilance.  One of the twins returned with a vial and handed it to Aeltha.


“Thank you, my dear. If you two would be so kind as to hold his head for me. I don’t wish to waste any more time.”  The two smiled, grabbed his black hair, and pried backward.


“You bitch! Mark my words! I’ll lay you to waste!” Neicul spat, now struggling to get out of the shackles.


“Ha! Please, save me the indignation and resentment. I won’t be changing anything you don’t already possess, no. Only amplifying your innerself.”


The twins pulled back on his hair, forcing his head back.


“Now be a good boy and open wide.” Aeltha drove her talon into Neicul’s wound, hooking her nail in deep. With his canines clamped down, he gritted his teeth grunting in pain. “Don’t make this so hard on yourself, Neicul. Trust me – I think you will enjoy what i’m about to do to you.”


Neicul wrapped his wrists around the short chains, grabbed them tightly and pulled himself upward. In one smooth motion he rolled his shoulder blades up the wall and kicked Aletha back. “Don’t you touch me ! I don’t want anything to do with your tampering!”


The two twins acted quickly and bit into his neck, letting their fangs sink deep. With another grunt Neicul’s entire body flexed, pulling on the chains as he tried to pull his head away. He found his body becoming weaker as his essence flowed into the twins. He felt his legs wobble slightly but kept trying to fight back.


Aletha straightened her leather corset and smirked. “My, aren’t we a difficult one,” She spat and drove her talon back into his chest. Another grunt rang out into the dark room as Aletha pulled on his stab wound, letting fresh crimson blood trickle down his chest. His eyes began to dwindle and roll as a deep red aura fizzled out of his neck now. The sangria smoke bellowed around the elves as they moaned in their feeding frenzy. Neicul tugged on the heavy chains one last time before he passed out. Aeltha smiled and waved the elves to get off. She pulled his head back, opened his mouth and poured the strange vial’s contents down his throat. The oily, juniper liquid spilled into his mouth, causing a vibrant flash to emit from his glazed over eyes.


“Excellent work ladies. Now we wait; hopefully this undiluted mixture doesn’t kill him.”






Thick pinewood and tall white birch shot off into the pale blue sky. Lush emerald leaves glistened in the gold sun as northern avians whistled their endless angelic hymns. Avelyn watched as lavender butterflies danced across her arm before fluttering up across her soft face. She laughed as Geem handed her a wild white rose. Avelyn returned a smile and kissed Geem softly. The two laid back under a tall tree while looking out across the coast of Wayyel.


“Words cannot describe how much I love you, Kiyler,” Avelyn spoke, now running her fingers through Geem’s long blond hair.


“I would travel to the ends of the world just to set my eyes upon you,” Geem smiled, looking deep into her lime eyes. Avelyn smirked at the comment and rested her head across his shoulder. Her fingers traced across his chest, letting warmth and love fill her soul.


“You mean the world to me Aveyln. I lov-”


Geem was cut off as the entire world started violently rocking back and forth. Tremors and earthquakes rocked the land as trees became set aflame melting into twisted, fanged, arachnid-like horrors. Black venomous oil seeped upward out of the bleeding dirt as chunks of land erected, spiraling out of control into the sky. The horizon began to crumble apart like broken granite as Geem fell away upward into the now void sky. Avelyn was ripped out of his loving embrace as she was pulled deep into the raven quicksand soil. The swampy mud began to cover her face as the world shattered apart like frozen stain glass.



“Hey! Rise and shine!”


Avelyn awoke from her deep sleep in a startle, her heart racing and confusion surging through her. She rolled to her side while rubbing her eyes, attempting to get rid of the blurry sleep that obstructed her vision. When she finally came to, she scurried backward in fear until she fell off the far side of the bed.  A familiar hardy Kazdruk laugh rang out. Avelyn awoke from her terrible dream, only to return to a much worse, deeper nightmare.


“Sleep well, honey?” Luzella smirked closing in on Avelyn as the elf looked up from the cold floor. “Well? I asked you a question…”  Avelyn only looked up in anger before finally nodding yes.

“Good. It’s time to get you dressed. It’s your first big day; let’s see how long you can last.” Luzella smiled and tossed her a light blue lace thong.  “Today you start with this and only this. Depending on your behavior the next weeks, you might be rewarded with more clothing.


Avelyn looked at the skimpy lace thong and picked it up. She was hoping for real clothing, something with more cover and decency. A frown laced her face but awkwardly, she slid the thong on while trying to remain on all fours. Luzella towered over her, watching the elf in content. Avelyn finished dressing herself and looked up at Luzella in defiance. She was met with a face full of Kazdruk meat. The elf looked away in disgust while Luzella looked down, shaking her head from side to side in disappointment.


“You don’t seem very grateful for the article of clothing I’ve given you.” Avelyn looked the other way in anger and contempt. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” Luzella barked.


Avelyn shot her green eyes up at Luzella in pure hatred and rose up off her knees to stand. “I’m an elvish soldier of AzurLyyn!  Why should I be grateful for being treated like an animal? I’m of noble elvish blood! ” Avelyn spat gritting her teeth and she stood up, but then

Luzella lifted the elf off the ground swiftly by her neck, smiling.


“And that my dear, is where you are wrong. There’s no nobility here sweetheart. No entitlements or elvish privilege. Only the strong and the weak. There’s two ways of gaining respect in these walls. You either earn it, or take it by force”  Luzella spoke as her white eyes flared in arousal.  Avelyn struggled in the Kazdruk’s hellish grip now choking and flailing wildly.



“Geem didn’t want you, so now you’re mine. All mine, Avelyn. Do you understand?”  Luzella tossed Avelyn onto the bed. Before the elf could roll off, Luzella grabbed a fist full of her long gold hair and pulled the elf to the edge of the bed. Laying on her back, Avelyn looked up in angst as Luzella lowered herself over her face.


“You will learn your place soon enough. Like all wild animals, they just need some training and domestication…” Luzella paused for a moment thinking. “No.  You’re lower than an animal. Even lower than a human. You elves are worse. In fact, I’d place the dirt on my hoof in higher regards than you.” Luzella smiled, now pinning Avelyn down on the bed.


“I often wonder if you’re even worth being trained to be my little bitch.”  Luzella rested her thick semi-flaccid cock across Avelyn’s face. The heavy member flattened the elf’s cute button nose as she went cross-eyed looking at it’s girth. Avelyn stopped struggling for a moment in terror.


“You haven’t earned the right to be trained,” Luzella laughed. The tall Kazdruk leaned forward, letting her heavy balls drag across Avelyn’s face before resting them on her mouth. “As of now, you’re at the absolute bottom. You’re nothing but an object to me, a non-sentient being. You need to prove to me that you’re an elf that has feelings and perception. Prove to me you’re a living and breathing life.  You can start by polishing these balls.”


A muffle of protest emitted from under Luzella’s heavy dark balls as the great amazonian slowly pressed down, letting the weighty spheres smother the elf’s face.


“Hmm, did you say something?” Avelyn struggled again but Luzella nonchalantly held the small elf in place. “You better get licking.” The struggling stopped for a moment; “Struggle as much as you want, I promise you won’t win.”  Avelyn’s feet kicked in panic. Her arms flailed around doing anything in her power to escape.


“Looks like you might die on your first day after all. What a pity,”  Luzella sighed in disappointment. “You want me to let up? You want salvation? Commiseration perhaps? You need to earn it!”


Avelyn struggled even more before she finally complied. Luzella purred out softly as her balls were met with soft licking. The soft licks turned to long slow laps. Avelyn hated herself but her survival instinct took over.


“Mmmhmm there we go, what a good girl.” The amazonian held her grapefruit sized balls over Avelyn’s face, letting her work her tongue back and forth. Luzella smiled as the elf started to flail again, striving for air while kicking and trying to push up with her small hands. The Kazdruk locked her powerful thighs and looked down.


“Oh, the bed seems to be moving, how strange,” Luzella smirked, not letting up in the slightest. Luzella stood with her balls pressed over the elf’s face ignoring her muffled cries.


Luzella reached up and undid her hair tie, letting her long raven hair fall out of its single ponytail. As Avelyn struggled more, Luzella ran her fingers through her own black locks. Looking at the mirror at the head of the bed, the great demon adjusted her hair some, making sure it framed her face nicely. She tilted her head slightly to the right and ran her finger across the scar that Geem had left under her collar bone. Avelyn’s struggling became even more frantic now, her back arching and legs kicking out to the sides trying anything for a breath of air. Luzella stood unfazed and ran her finger across her own eyebrows. With a smile she adjusted her hair slightly again in pinch of narcissism. She held the very tip of a black strand and observed it closely letting her smile turn to a slight frown.


“Hmm, a split end.”  Luzella reached over and picked up a black brush and began to run it through her hair. Humming to herself, she continued to ignore the elf’s desperate pleas for air who was now punching the sides of Luzella’s robust thighs.


“You have not licked nearly enough to be granted any breath of air… not that you would really need any. Only living beings need air and If I my memory serves me correct, you are still less than a speck of dirt.”


Luzella continued to brush her long hair. Avelyn quickly started lapping away at the Kazdruk balls. Angrily yet eagerly she made long passes with her tongue, sliding back and working her way forward over and over. The elf worked in a last ditch effort to be rewarded with a breath.


“Mmm yes. That’s much better. Work that slutly little tongue of yours. Geem sure let a good one go. Ha! The sun isn’t even up yet and you’re already working that mouth.”

Luzella purred deeply as she felt her slave lap away like a dog. Slowly, the towering Kazdruk pulled her heavy balls off Avelyn’s face, rewarding her with a chance to breathe. The elf sucked in a deep breath of air looking upward in searing anger. Luzella rested her hands down on the bed smiling her injurious smile down at Avelyn.


With a soft animalistic growl Luzella pushed her thick cock head up across Avelyn’s soft lips. With a surprised mumble the elf tried to pull away, but was stopped by Luzella’s grip as she began to stuff her cock head into Avelyn’s mouth. “Where do you think you’re going, hmm? We’re just warming up that pretty little mouth of yours,” Luzella chuckled.  Pushing Avelyn into the bed, Luzella crammed more of her cock into the northern’s tiny mouth.


Avelyn started to panic again as the wide member pushed past her tonsils. She remembered last time Luzella did this on the battlefield, she had almost killed her. Now with the two of them alone in her personal chambers, there was no one to stop her. With no orders or mission objectives to adhere to, who would stop her this time? Avelyn doubted she would hold back today.


The heavy weight of Luzella behind her meaty cock let her slide effortlessly into her warm throat. The amazonian cooed in pleasure as she force fed the elf more length of cock. Avelyn gagged on the thick rod as her throat tightened around the demon shaft. A sloppy muffled protest leaked out as the Kazdruk meat squeezed its way down. Avelyn’s soft lips puckered outward as they tightly gripped the equine cock. Luzella rolled her hips back slightly letting a few inches glid back out. Avelyn tried to swallow as the amazonian member backed out some. Luzella’s eyes feel heavy at the immense pleasure of feeling Avelyn’s tight throat massage her heavy cock. Naturally, the demon pushed back forward in response, choking the elf with more deadly inches. Avelyn tried to reach up and stop any more length of cock from forcefully entering her throat. The elf failed as it was impossible to stop Luzella’s weight and size. It was like trying to push a horse backward, the feat was impossible. Luzella growled again in desire as she took the elf’s throat using it as her personal cock sleeve. Back and forth the Kazdruk soldier slowly rocked, now running her hand over Avelyn’s neck and feeling her own cock sink deeper into the elf’s throat.


Avelyn’s hands pried into Luzella’s large legs again as half of Luzella’s length was buried deep into her throat. Luzella’s pace increased slightly, pushing in and out. Avelyn gagged again as the massive cock pulled partly out before sinking back in. Bubbles of spit drenched the slick cock as Avelyn’s saliva worked as lubricant. The prudent elf twisted, now trying to free herself from choking to death on the fat amazonian cock. Luzella ignored the feeble attempts and held the elf’s neck in place as she sunk her cock even deeper, groaning in bliss. Avelyn’s eyes teared up as she continued to choke.

“What a good little slut. Your throat is even tighter than I remember…mmm, perhaps I should ease back a little. You’re looking a bit blue. Maybe in a few more minutes I will,” Luzella smirked.


Luzella’s comment was meet with a gargled, gagging and muffled whine knowing she wouldn’t last that long. With supremacy, Luzella lifted one hoof up on to the bedside table showing absolute power and control over the smaller elf. With Avelyn struggling between her legs, the demonic tank sank more of her girthy cock, forcing her member deeper. Avelyn frantically panicked now as her lungs burned for air. Luzella grinned in triumph as she used her own weight to keep her cock snugly nestled down her slave’s throat. She smirked resting her hand across her lifted leg and relaxing as the elf tried to push the Kazdruk off with all her strength.


Avelyn’s hands pressed into Luzella’s stallion thighs, her small hands feebly slapping and pushing harder and harder, the wet muffled sounds of dissent now became more feverish. The malicious amazonian sighed in rapture while relishing in the elf’s suffering. The weak and helpless position the northern elf was trapped in sent a shiver up Luzella’s muscular back. Without remorse or care, the Kazdruk held her cock in place enjoying the forced choking pleasure that was wrapping around her shaft. Bucking back and forth ever so softly, the demon continued to use the elf’s small mouth as a fuck toy.


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Luzella moaned, now twisting her own large nipples.  She lifted the hefty breast, letting its immense weight hang from only its silver bar-bell piercing. Biting her glossy lower lip, Luzella completely disregarded the elf’s struggles now. Lost in her own wave of pleasure, she greedily sank the rest of her cock into Avelyn’s throat. A final weak muffled gurgle exhausted out of the elf as her throat bulged at the intrusion. Luzella sighed in lust as she let her heavy balls smother over Avelyn’s face and nose. She dropped her hand across Avelyn’s stomach, pinning her down to the bed as she frantically attempted to free herself one last time. The elf’s hands pushed up in a last ditch effort knowing she only had a few more seconds of air left.


Luzella growled in hot desire and twisted thrill as her cock alone was slowly choking out the elvish soldier. Avelyn’s hands faltered as the massive equine cock held itself down to the hilt. Avelyn’s arms fell in surrender as her body started to give up. Luzella bucked into her face, letting her heavy balls knock into the elf’s face. The room spun for Avelyn and stars filled her vision as her enemy’s heavy sack relentlessly punched into her. With big heavy thrusts Luzella moaned out in a wild animalistic fury. She sunk herself completely again, letting her wide balls cover Avelyn’s nose.  Her heavy cock started to pump away and flood Avelyn’s throat with thick Kazdruk seed. Avelyn began to drown on the hot viscous cum.


The torrent of batter endlessly spilled deep into her stomach. Avelyn’s bright green eyes faltered and rolled back as she was forced to take the load. Like a white river, the cum gushed down into her belly. Luzella purred like a panther as her horse cock head flared, trapping it deep in the elf’s throat. Her member flexed softly over and over, force feeding her slave. Avelyn’s soft continuous gulping sent a shiver of bliss up Luzella’s back. She shook her hackles in euphoria as her salvos of cum exceeded Avelyn’s holding capacity and began to flood backward out of her nose and mouth. Luzella started to slowly pull out, letting the remaining cum splash outward. Avelyn laid motionless on her back, her face a mess of cum and ruined eyeliner. Luzella stood with her hefty cock pulsating to the same tempo of her heavy heartbeat.


“Typical weak elvish behavior.”


Luzella grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off the bed, letting her collapse hard to the floor. The fall woke Avelyn up; she rolled to her side, coughing up thick cum and clearing her airway. Her eyes rolled back into focus and she laid for a moment while her head stopped spinning. Slowly, she tried to crawl away to a corner.


“I’m slightly impressed; I knew you were a keeper. My last slave didn’t survive her first oral encounter. I hadn’t cum in a few days while out in the field. Poor girl drowned on my seed…But here you are, still good after two.”  Before Avelyn could get far, Luzella squatted down, reached out, and attached a heavy collar around Avelyn’s small neck. The cold parkerized steel sent a shiver down the elf’s naked body, causing goose-bumps.


“Can’t have you running off throughout the Spire, “ Luzella smiled. “Time to get you cleaned up. You’ll be safe with me so don’t stall behind.”  Avelyn looked up still dazed with a string of cum hanging from her chin. Luzella pulled Avelyn’s face forward hard and kissed her softly. Aggressively, she ran her strong tongue across the elf’s lips lapping up her own excess cum. The demon’s eye fell heavy in pleasure as she swapped her seed with her elf.  Luzella grinned, stood back up, and started to head for the door. Carrying the two meter long chain leash behind her, Avelyn found herself caught off guard and was pulled to her face. Luzella didn’t bother to look back and continued to walk at her normal pace. Her robust long legs covered three to four times that of Avelyn’s normal gate, but with her on all fours it was even worse. The heavy leash started to drag her as she tried her best to adjust.


The two soon found themselves deep within the spire halls. A group of guards walked by slamming their fists to their chests in salute towards Luzella. The Amazinion returned with a smile and nod. The group looked down at Avelyn with sly grins, not taking their evil eyes off until they were out of range. The two made their way farther for what seemed like an eternity to Avelyn. More Kazdruk troops marched by eyeing the elvish slave. Avelyn blushed as the soldiers enjoyed the view.


The two soon found themselves at the entrance to the bathing chambers. The smooth currant tiles refracted the sound of rushing water as warm mist and steam sprinkled across Avelyn’s face. Luzella led her deeper into the bathing chambers. Small waterfalls spilled out of the maws of ancient Kazdruk statue heads. The walls of water ran into sections of deep, clear blue pools. Oval ports of black steel gates let the used water run off deep into the sewers below.  There wasn’t many members in the chambers at this hour, many of the personnel had already moved on to their daily duties, engaging into the cog of the great Kazdruk war machine.


“It’s time to wash up,” Luzella ordered, pushing Avelyn into the cold pool, not giving Avelyn the chance to remove her thong. The elf fell in face first before quickly surfacing with a yelp at the cold temperature. With her gold hair soaked she looked up at Luzella in a red face of enmity before spreading her hair off her face. Luzella stepped into the pool launching an unnecessary splash into Avelyn. The northern attempted to stand in the pool but had her head pushed under the surface.


“Tools and equipment require daily maintenance and cleaning,” Luzella spoke with a twisted grin on her face. Her smirk became more malevolent as Avelyn started to thrash under the surface. With ease Luzella held her underwater for a few moments until the thrashes slowed. With a yank upward, she pulled the elf up letting her gasp for air and relief. The tall Kazdruk roughly pulled Avelyn’s hair back examining her face.

“Hmm… nope. Still dirty,” Luzella laughed and shoved her head back under. Holding her under for a full minute this time. “We could work on your breathing.”  The cruel Kazdruk relished in the elf’s weak struggles as she admired the cute bubbles rising to the surface.


Luzella released her grip with a laugh and moved on to bathing herself. Avelyn surfaced again, her face a twisted mix of agitation and bewilderment. She stood for a moment catching her bearing. Keeping a leery eye on Luzella, she reached down and pulled her thong off, slowly splashed water onto her arms with a shiver and scrubbed her face with what she assumed was soap. At least it smelled nice. As she moved onto the rest of her body she watched Luzella’s wet muscles glisten in the overhead portal of light. The malign amazonian ran her fingers through her long wet black hair. The angle puffed out her large chest. Her heavy mammaries swayed while catching the waterfall’s stream. Avelyn swallowed hard at her sheer power and physique, her eyes becoming lost in the black tattoos that swirled across her body. Eventually Avelyn snapped back to herself and hurried to finish washing herself.


Luzella brushed past her and stepped out of the pool. Avelyn watched her closely. At the last second she whipped her tail launching a splash of chilled water into Avelyn’s face again. The tank emitted a small laugh that bounced into the chamber. Luzella moved on and walked toward fire pits that lined the outer sides of the chamber. Filled with hot coals, the waves of heat helped dry the Kazdruk’s skin. Like a wolf, Luzella shook her neck and back letting the water splash off.  Avelyn quickly made her way out of the pool awkwardly trying to dry off. She quickly realized she wouldn’t find soft lamb elvish towels here.


“Hurry up or we’re going to miss breakfast,” Luzella spoke placing her light leather garments on. Avelyn shook her arms and twisted her blond hair into a braid squeezing the water out. Her lip folded in an unpleasant grin as she held up her cold, wet thong.


“My undergarment is soaked now,” The northern elf mumbled to herself.  Luzella turned back to the outspoken elf.


“And who’s fault is that?” the Kazdruk smirked. Avelyn scowled at the conceited and obvious question. Staring at Luzella she stood, refusing to put them back on. Luzella looked at her in annoyance before smiling.


“Fine,” Luzella muttered before walking off to her shelf. She walked back quickly with a giant grin on her face. “You want another outfit?” Luzella snached the soaked thong away and tossed Avelyn a pair of black lace thigh-highs and an intricate, elvish laced half-underbust.


Avelyn looked at the clothing now regretting her original complaint. The clothing offered no real extra coverage. In fact there was less now since the outfit held no bottoms of any kind. In fear of angering Luzella any further, she hastily put the outfit on.  The underbust hugged her chest while pushing her breasts up in display. The long lace thigh-highs accentuated her long elvish legs and fit thighs.


Luzella ran her eye’s down Avelyn enjoying the new look. “Well?” Luzella asked. “Better?”


Avelyn twisted her bottom lip while biting her tongue.  “…Yes, thank… you.”


“Good; wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable during your stay,” Luzella responded with a malevolent edge. “Now let’s go, we’ve wasted enough time here.”


The two made their way back into the dark halls. Avelyn returned to all fours, freezing as Luzella reattached her collar. “When we get to the mess hall, I’ll give you permission to walk upright. You’ve behaved yourself thus far. I don’t want you tripping anyone up on your leash, so stay close.”




Testosterone filled yells and hardy Kazdruk laughs rang out from the mess hall. Soldiers of all ranks mingled, ate, and drank before starting their various duties. Bets were already being placed for the day as arm wrestling and gambling sprawled across oak tables. Tobacco smoke fogged the large room casting a fuzzy haze across a group of soldiers playing five finger fillet. 


Luzella pushed the door open and slowly strolled into the wood and amber hued room. Avelyn walked slowly behind her trying not to make eye contact with any of the soldiers and keeping close as ordered. The chatter and noisy discord lowered a few decibels as Luzella made her way to a table. A few grunts at the table spilled away in fear as Luzella and Avelyn headed towards it. The remaining three didn’t bother to move, either not aware of Luzella’s approach or too blinded in arrogant pride to care. Luzella pulled one of the Kazdruks off the wood bar stool, and the poor bastard busted his face on the side of the table and tried to run off before slipping and falling again. Luzella took his seat while fellow Kazdruk around them laughed as he crawled away with more than a bruised ego. The other two remaining grunts froze in terror. They sat across from the Amazonian silently drinking from their mugs. Avelyn remained standing, nervously looking around. She could feel hundreds of eyes staring at her almost naked body; she tried her best to cover her supple breasts and velvet cunt with her arms.


A soldier in the table next to them reached out and grouped the elf’s ass. In disgust, Avelyn slapped his hand away. With a surprise and laugh from the group at his table, the soldier rose to his hooves in anger.


“Wahhh, how dare you!” the Kazdruk yelled in a low guttural growl. He reached out to grab Avelyn. Instinctively she dodged the grapple, grabbed his arm, and twisted it outward. Without thinking, her years of elvish training took control. She reached for a steak knife on the table and came up fast driving it into the Kazdruk’s windpipe before slashing it outward and severing his jugular open. Crimson splashed across the table and her face as he fell to the ground, grasping his neck. The neighbouring table stopped laughing. Some even backed away with their hands up, others rose to their hooves and pulled out various weapons of their own. Avelyn stopped herself, realizing what she had just done. Two large hands rested on her shoulders. Luzella stood behind her with a large mischievous smile on her face, impressed at the carnage her little slave had just unleashed in only mere seconds.


“My my my… what a bad girl. Drop it,” Luzella smirked, slowly pushing the elf’s arms down. The surrounding Kazdruk lowered their own weapons and sat back down.

Avelyn thought for a moment gripping the knife tightly. “I could do the same to her… just slash Luzella’s throat… she would never expect it… but then what? I’d be alone in the mess hall, full of more Kazdruk only to be killed… or worse, reclaimed.”


As much as it pained her to think, Luzella was in fact her only form of protection within these walls. She grimaced in frustration, complied, and dropped the knife to the floor.


“That’s a good girl. Now come here, you want some breakfast?” Avelyn spun around slowly, reaching up to cover her breasts again. “We will discuss this little bout of misbehavior later,” Luzella smiled while wiping the fresh blood off the elf’s face. Avelyn took a seat. The two grunts who sat across from Luzella looked at her for a moment as Avelyn looked up at them. They returned their own heinous grins, most likely mentally ravaging her.


“Pleasant morning, yeah?” Luzella asked the two.


“Oh..uh, yes…yes,” The soldier on the left finally spoke out, clearly uneasy. A scantily clad female Kazdruk walked up to the table eyeing Avelyn through the black hair that hung over her green piercing eyes. She bent over the table seductively and dropped down two fresh mugs.

“Who’s the fresh meat, Luz?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye and revealing a sharp row of teeth.


“Just a new spoil of war, hon,” Luzella responded with a grin.


“Aye, well you better keep her leash tight in these parts.”


” She seems to be already making new friends,” Luzella smirked and took a swing from her mug.


“Aye, so I see…so what’ll be, Luz? The usual?” Luzella nodded

“Sure, but rare this time! I swear, if that imbecile of a cook burns it again, I’ll go back there and cut his fucking hand off.”


The Kazdruk waitress giggled. “How about blondie here?”


“Oh…I dunno, What do elves eat anyway? Leaves? Bark? Fuck, I don’t know, give her some prisoner rations.”


The server let out a loud laugh and spun a dagger before driving in into the table for Luzella.  “You got it, Luzella.”


Avelyn looked at the apparent server in awe. Another female Kazdruk. She wondered why the others didn’t assault her. Perhaps they didn’t turn on their own kind after all. But that didn’t seem right. No, she didn’t accept that thought and watched on in wonder. She wasn’t as large as Luzella. In fact, she was only an inch or so taller than Avelyn.

“By the way, hows your stomach?” the server asked smiling in a conceited manner.

Luzella pushed her stool back and ran her finger over a faint scar.

“Fine, no thanks to you,” the great Kazdruk spat playfully. ” …I still want a rematch.”


“Ha! Of course you do; be back in sec with your meals.”


“Every Kazdruk is dangerous.” Avelyn thought to herself. “Even her.


Avelyn shyly looked at the mug in front of her and slowly reached out for it. She wrapped her small hands around it and brought the rim up to her nose.  The fumes burned her nose and she made a face of disgust. Still, she took a sip.


With a dry cough, she spit it back out. It tasted like old whisky and ashes, though it didn’t really surprise her that these monsters would drink first thing. Luzella slapped her across the back hard, nearly knocking Ayelyn over.


“No dying on me now; it’s only your first day, and not even noon,” Luzella smiled.

Suddenly the mess hall door swung open hard. Another tall female Kazdruk strolled in.


Avelyn looked up at her in awe and was surprised by her resemblance to Luzella. Her skin was tan much like Luzella’s. She was built strong like a warrior and her long hoofed legs carried the amazonian gracefully. She appeared slightly shorter than Luzella with a similar but thinner build. Her thick muscular thighs and ripped abdominal section rivaled Luzella’s. Half of her head was shaved while the other half was elegantly long and raven black, draping down the right side of her head. Locks of tight, thin, blue braids were mixed in. A long curling horn much like Luzella’s rose up across the shaven part of her scalp while the other horn was sheared off at midpoint. Her face was filled with scourge and hate. The thick black facial tattoos was set off by her icey mint colored serpent eyes that peered across the mess hall. Avelyn noticed a black bull ring hanging from her septum. As she got closer she noticed two Kazdruk battle axes hosteled on either side of her wide hips. The two weapons hung loosely in steel loops ready for combat at moments notice. The built Kazdruk was clearly looking for someone.




Hastily, she moved from table to table shoving soldiers around and yelling. Finally a grunt pointed toward Avelyn and Luzella. Avelyn watched on in fear as the berzerker got closer. Luzella didn’t seem to notice. The tall demoness’ tail whipped side to side; she reached down and unholstered one of her battle axes raising it high over her head. Luzella still sat oblivious.


“Behind you ! Watch out!” Avelyn yelled out in mixed horror, quickly hating herself for even caring.


The Kazdruk’s axe came down into the oak table directly in front of Luzella. Luzella flashed her fangs and shifted herself off to the side tackling the other demon. Luzella lifted her off her hoofs and tossed her over a table. The assailant rose up quickly and swung at Luzella with a fork. Luzella blocked the stab but was met with a punch by the attacker’s free hand. Luzella stumbled back before launching a hard elbow strike in response. The two brutes grappled in a circle flexing their large arms while knocking over stools and tables. Avelyn ducked trying to keep clear of the wild chaos. The two wrestled for a moment before suddenly stopping mid fight and bursting out into wild, hardy laughter. The two outstretched their arms and embraced each other in large bear hugs. Slapping each others backs, the two smiled. Avelyn watched on with her mouth wide open in bewilderment.


“Wulfshn you dumb Keeat, how have you been?… Clearly, still the weaker one, ha! Have a seat, enjoy a meal with me, tell your oldest and greatest sister some war stories,” Luzella laughed, rubbing the other woman’s shoulder.


Wulfshn smiled and sat down next to Luzella.  Avelyn felt a heavy hand slam onto her shoulder. Luzella turned to her and spoke. “This is Wulfshn, my younger littermate. We derive from the same unrivalled bloodline. You will treat her with utmost respect.”


Avelyn nodded. “Yes… of course.”


“So Wulfshn, what brings you back to the Spire? I thought you were fighting in the horrid jungles to the south?”


“I was, we took thirteen villages.” Wulfshn spoke proudly with a similar deep Kazdruk voice, but she seemed to carry a much harsher accent than Luzella’s. Avelyn noticed a slight animalistic demeanor that radiated from her. She seemed reckless and bloodthirsty.

“My talon was recalled back here to the Spire. Something about needing to support the proposed invasion of the continent to the west… Dal… something… Markaan?… I believe it’s called… who cares, as long as there’s blood to be shed.  But I’m afraid I return with concerning news. Word travels fast. It’s our youngest littermate, Karthelza.”


Luzella paused for a moment. “Karthelza; what of her?” Wulfshn took Avelyn’s mug and took a sip.

“She’s gone missing.”


“What! missing?”


“Yes, she was leading a caravan of slave wagons towards Innisgar, but her troops and the caravan went missing. That’s all I know. No one has reported in,” Wulfshn spoke slightly puzzled.


“How odd. Well we can only wait and hope that no harm has come to our Karthelza.”


Wulfshn nodded before taking another swig. At that moment, their food came. Avelyn looked down at her plate of rather unappetizing food. Moving the rock-hard piece bread over with her finger, she made a face of disgust.


“Eat up dear, we’re training after this,” Luzella spoke, poking Avelyn hard in her arm, almost knocking her out of the stool. “If you don’t have anything scheduled today Wulfshn, you’re more than welcome to join.”


Wulfshn smiled, running her finger across her battleaxe blade.


“Indeed, I could go for a good sparr match with you, sis.”




Yuldasha never found out about the stunt Jelthra pulled, shoving me into Bel’vkar cage.

I kept it that way. No need to be punished twice. She didn’t think I was ready after all to command a Talon. She was smart and knew we still hated each other.     

Instead of being forgiven of our differences, Yuldasha thought it would be best if we kept working together. So she ordered us to work at the training pit. So here Jelthra and I worked. A bit ironic actually, the two of us being forced to work together around weapons. Maybe Yuldasha wanted to see if we would slowly kill each other. Then we would be out of her hair.

The two of us moved back and forth removing broken weapons that needed mending by blacksmiths. We spent hours doing inventory and restocking crates with new swords. The two of us didn’t speak unless we absolutely had to. The silence was killing me slowly. I was going mad with my own thoughts, so I finally said something.


“I think we’re even.”



Jelthra ignored Kamri for a moment before finally smirking.  The silence was eating away at her just as much. “Well? Are you never going to speak to me ?” Kamri asked slightly laced with annoyance.


Jelthra looked away for a moment then finally responded. “Iz suppose…”


Kamri’s brows angled downward at the blunt response. A spark of anger tingled down her neck but she didn’t push on.


At that moment, Jelthra looked past Kamri. Her eyes filled with a rare glimpse of fear.

Kamri knew something was wrong, she could sense it. She turned to see Luzella and another quite large female Kazdruk soldier walking into the fighting pit tying off their bracers. An elf slave followed them close behind trying her best to carry Luzella’s heavy halberd.


Both Kamri and Jelthra noticed that they were trapped in the weapon hold. The only way out of the pit was to exit the weapon hold and pass through Luzella and the other. The two ducked behind a barrel of damaged swords and peered over. It would appear that Luzella had not noticed either of them yet.


“Shit, shit, shiiit. She shows up at ze worst times.” Jelthra clutched her fist in anger.

Kamri looked around analyzing the best way to escape. It was too late. Luzella was already walking toward the weapon hold.


Kamri noticed a shaft straight above them. Without wasting another second, she kicked off the side of the wall, launched herself upward and was able to hang from the opening. She pulled herself up quickly and was able to crawl inside. The shaft was a long tunnel that most likely lead outside or at least another room. Kamri crawled inside vanishing into the dark shadows.


‘What do we have here?” Luzella laughed, now only meters away.


Jelthra looked around panicking now, wondering if she could make the same jump Kamri made. She looked back at Luzella and then quickly back up. She backed up slightly and attempted to jump. She kicked off the wall and grabbed the entrance to the air-shaft. As she pulled herself up she slipped and fell back down. She realized it was impossible for her to back up to gain enough running room and try again.


” Leaving so soon, Jelthra?” Luzella asked, enclosing on the human.


“Jelthra, jump!”


Jelthra looked back up to see Kamri’s outstretched hand reaching down. Without hesitating, she jumped up grabbing Kamri’s arm. The southland elf pulled her up to safety before Luzella could get close enough. Luzella’s squinted in frustration looking up into the shaft.


“Cowards! Simply masters of retreat and nothing more!… When your time comes it will be so ever glorious.” Luzella smiled, accepting their escape and turning back around.


Jelthra and Kamri sat inside the shaft for a second. The two panted in the dark catching their breaths. “Why did you do zat? Jelthra asked puzzled.


“Listen, I think we’re stronger off as a team. We need to take her out. It would be beneficial to both of us. Regardless, a thank you would be nice…trust me, I wanted to leave you down there.”


Jelthra cracked a sly smile. “Well, thank you.”


“By the way, who was the other tall one?” Kamri asked trying to figure out where to go next.


“I think it’s Luzella’s littermate…Wulfshn I believe.” Jelthra replied, now flicking a flame from her fingertip to help light the way.


“Ugh, you mean there’s more like Luzella?”


“Unfortunately yes, but not many. She and her sisters are a rare breed. They’re born from a purebred bloodline designed strictly to cause great ruin. Built for strength, dexterity, size, and prowl. Their clan of Kazdruk were no fools though. Zhey also passed on intelligence and tactician skills.”


“Seems they also passed on arrogance and a bad attitude. So how do we stop her?”


“Carefully… We do have one advantage,” Jelthra spoke well looking at her flickering finger and turned her hand into a blazing ball of flame.


“You zee, her militant clan does not tinker with magic. They don’t look highly of it. They find it dishonorable and full of trickery. ”


“So we need magic?”


“Indeed, as much as we can find and learn.”






Later that night.


Luzella closed the heavy chamber door and locked it. She lead Avelyn in, slowly pushing down on her neck.


“On the bed,” Luzella ordered coldly.


Avelyn frowned and moved towards the bed before lowering herself onto it without protest. Her will was faltering, her body tired and weak. It had been a very, very long day following Luzella around on her various duties. She was ordered back and forth to retrieve various weapons while Luzella and Wulfshn trained. Later she carried her halberd everywhere they went. To the barracks, to the upper levels of the spire, and every location in between. Then as a reward for not dropping it at any point, she was instructed to clean it. Wulfshn enjoyed making her life even more miserable; at one point Wulfshn shoved her into a table full of assorted armor when Luzella wasn’t looking. She was then punished for her clumsiness.


Avelyn complied. She kneeled in the middle of the bed with her hands resting on either side. She looked ahead at Luzella’s long legs as she paced around the room removing her clothing. The moon glared in from outside casting rays of lunar light across Luzella’s build. Many scattered candles mixed with cool lunar hues.

“Well, Avelyn, you didn’t do too bad today.” Luzella tilted her lip and nodded to the side slightly. “You did slay a soldier… but I’ll let that slide today.” The Amazonian approached Avelyn and ran her hand through her long blond hair.


She walked to the foot of the bed directly in front of Avelyn. Her athletically round ass and wide hips suddenly obscured her view. She laid back and joined Avelyn beside her in bed.

Luzella shifted her hair to one side, exposing her shoulders and muscular back. Avelyn nervously ran her eyes across the amazonian.


“Let’s see if you remember your duty.”


Without another word Avelyn swallowed and pushed her tiny hands across her master’s broad back. The Kazdruk relaxed on her stomach feeling her slave’s tiny hands work into her shoulders. The elf worked her hands for a few minutes as the candles flickered in the chilly night breeze. Avelyn was rewarded with soft purrs of content.


“Mmm, tell me Avelyn, how are you enjoying your stay?”


Avelyn didn’t know how to respond. She chose her response carefully. “I-I-It’s been fine.” She finally managed to say.  Luzella smiled through her lovely back rub.


The awkward silence was making Avelyn nervous. She thought it was probably best to keep her mouth shut but she gathered the courage, cleared her throat, and opened her mouth.


“Ummm, Master? Who were the two in the fighting pit earlier today? The ones who… got away?”


Avelyn kept moving her hands into the Kazdruk’s back, swallowing hard and fearing Luzella’s response. The Amazonian only smiled to herself in a dark rancorous manner. Ignoring the elf’s question, she countered with a question of her own.


“What else can you do little one?” Avelyn paused in fear. The question completely caught her off guard. She couldn’t think of anything to say.



“Well? Are you really that useless? What else are you capable of doing?” Luzella asked, curling her lips.


Avelyn quickly reached up and touched Luzella’s long hair. “I-I could braid your hair?”

Luzella grinned knowing the elf was scrambling to make herself useful. She slowly turned back to face Avelyn. The northern elf knelled back, frozen in fear and hating herself on the inside.


“Braid her hair? Really Avelyn? This blood thirsty raping Kazdruk? A soldier responsible for hundreds of her own people’s death. That’s the best you could think of?.”


“Or, I uh…could polish your hooves?” Avelyn asked, desperately trying to offer something better.


Luzella smiled, quite amused. “No, no, you may braid my hair if that’s what you wish, I would make a fitting reward for your good behavior today.” Luzella chuckled and turned back before sitting up.


Avelyn nodded and cautiously reached up and parted three long strands of hair towards the right side. She certainly had enough hair she thought to herself. Slowly, she began to weave the long tresses. Luzella closed her eyes, relaxing while the elf’s small hands started to cross the hair into a long elvish styled braid.

“Those two you saw, the human. Her name is Jelthra and the elf is Kamri,” Luzella finally responded, her mind filling with heinous thoughts.


“Umm…are they in trouble? Enemies of yours?” Avelyn cautiously pryed.


“Yes,” Luzella simply responded.


“Oh, I see.”


Avelyn pulled back on her hair rather hard now picking up slack. The great Kazdruk smirked, finding the position rather amusing. It wasn’t often that she had someone behind her pulling on her thick hair. She grazed her fang over her lip at the rare occurrence. Mixed with the thoughts of Kamri and Jelthra dancing through her head, her cock jumped in excitement.


Fire began to surge through the Kazduk’s bloodstream as Avelyn inadvertently aroused her mistress while she tugged at her hair again. A soft growl slipped between Luzella’s gritted teeth as a deep predatory wave ran up her spine. Avelyn stopped suddenly at the sound, thinking she might have done something wrong or inflicted discomfort. Avelyn waited for a second and continued the braid. Luzella made a soft groan of pleasure as her slave once again pulled on her braid to keep the slack tight. Luzella’s heavy cock started to rise and erect itself. Avelyn tied off the braid with a small piece or red thread.


“I completed your braid, Master. Would you like me to do another?”


Luzella ran her fingers through the new braid smiling and grinning knowing her slave had devoted herself freely to it. Licking her lips, she turned around slowly. Avelyn fell cold from the gaze in Luzella’s eyes. She knew that look well.


Avelyn backed up cautiously, resting on her ass.  Luzella slowly advanced, pushing Avelyn onto her back. The Kazdruk moved like a deadly carnivore about to strike its prey. Elegantly, the amazonian leaned into the small elf pushing her deep into the soft bed.


“You sure do ask a lot of questions slave,” Luzella purred, wiping her tail back in excitement before running her tongue up Avelyn’s neck. She bit the air, slamming her teeth shut and causing an audible snap. Avelyn flinched at the sudden sound. Inhaling deeply, Luzella relished in her slave’s fresh scent, like fruit ripe for the taking. Her eyes glowed a fiery white in response to the inviting scent. Pushing herself atop more, she wrapped her hand around the northerner’s neck and lapped her tongue across her soft elvish lips.


Avelyn looked up in distress, her fingertips now digging into the soft bed. She watched as soft honey colored candles bounced across Luzella’s bellicose face. Luzella pressed herself down forcing her lush lips across the elf’s. Avelyn’s sharp green eyes widened at the sudden intrusion of warm Kazdruk tongue. Laying down, Luzella’s warm body now enveloped Avelyn, pushing her deeper into the bed. She squirmed slightly as she lay trapped under the muscular tank. A shiver ran up her spine as she realized even the demon’s tongue was dominant and in full control.


A thick bulge pressed against Avelyn’s twat. Instinctively she tried to push Luzella off. Her tiny hands moved up her master’s arms before wrapping around the Kazdruk’s authoritarian biceps. The northern conceded to the impossible idea as she felt them flex in her hands. A silky growl resonated from Luzella like a Keeat warning and ensured her dominance. In fear, the elf backed off accepting her submissive place beneath the predator.


Luzella pushed her thickening cock head up against the elf’s petals again earning a soft moan of protest from Avelyn. She rose her hands up again and desperately pushed her palms into the sides of Luzella as if somehow she would be able to shove her off. The amazonian pushed back aggressively, letting out another soft growl.


Gently, Luzella pulled back grinning and rolled the elf over unto her chest and belly. Avelyn hesitated as she was pushed downward and had her arms pulled behind her. With no other choice she laid on her stomach. A soft click chirped out as cold shackles attached around her thin wrists. The steel cuffs locked together and restrained her arms behind her back. It was an unneeded and redundant measure for someone such as Luzella and her strength, but the Kazdruk relished in the idea of submissiveness stacked upon helplessness. It served as an oppressive reminder to Avelyn that she was nothing but a mere object, a slave and personal sex toy. The notion that her future would be forever beneath this Kazdruk warrior struck Avelyn hard like a warhammer.


Luzella straddled over her back and nuzzled into Avelyn’s neck playfully letting out a primal snarl. The sound sent shivers up Avelyn’s back. Completely defenseless now, she whimpered softly as Luzella leaned into her.


Sliding her hand through Avelyn’s hair, Luzella toyed with her golden tresses as if trying to comfort her in a nefarious and derisive manner. Avelyn’s heart started to race as she felt Luzella’s cold nipple studs slide across her warm back. The loving caresses turned to a fist full of hair as Luzella pulled the elf’s head back.


“You haven’t forgotten your place already, have you?” Luzella asked while sharply pulling back on Avelyn’s hair further. The elf let out another soft whimper in response.


“You need to remember two things my dear. One: Geem put you here. Two: your place,” Luzella remarked, pushing the elf’s head down onto the fluffy pillow.


Luzella laid down on top of the elf, letting her heavy tits squash across her back.  Trapped under the amazianion, Avelyn gripped the shackle chain tightly as she felt Luzella’s hardening cock grind up against her ass then slide downward towards her tight cunt. A worried weep cried out from Avelyn’s lips as the fat member pushed into cunt forcing her lips to spread and accommodate the Kazdruk’s girth. Avelyn’s toes curled under foot as the beefy flared cock head completed its entry. Luzella pulled her hair back like a set of reins. Forced to look forward, Avelyn gritted her teeth in discomfort as the amazonian sank more of her length into her. Calmly, Luzella held her mount in place and rocked into her fuck-pet. Avelyn’s breasts slid back and forth across the silk sheets as her master’s pace started to increase.


Avelyn thought of Geem now. Outrage and searing anger filled her eyes as her abandonment played over and over. The loop of him turning to Queen Aria repeated again and again to the rhythm of Luzella’s thrusting. Sadness did not fill her anymore. Only hatred, deep-seated hatred. The sudden sound of her own ass slapping against Luzella’s powerful hips snapped her out of the rage. Her mouth agape and moaning in disbelief as the powerful Kazdruk had thrusted her way balls-deep. Avelyn’s hands gripped into fists and her moans shifted to short grunts as the heavy equine-like cock pushed up into her cervix. Her jade eyes rolled back in a mix of pleasure and pain. She tried to hold back the audible sounds, denying the Kazdruk bitch any more bliss but the heavy thrusting pushed the moans and mixed grunts out.


“Listen to you moaning like an elvish dog. If I wasn’t mistaken, it sounds like you’re enjoying my cock.”


Avelyn tried to respond but only managed to grunt out between the battering ram humps.  “Unngh, No…please, uuuh,…ease…up…please!”


Luzella’s lips curled up in a destructive grin. Pulling back on her toy’s hair she bucked into her harder. “I promised I’d fuck you into oblivion, didn’t I? I want Geem hear your screams,”

Luzella proclaimed while pounding into the tiny elf wildly. Not holding back, she drove into her causing the entire bed frame to move. Tiny squeaks of moans shot out of Avelyn’s mouth between thrusts. Held down she sank into the bed as Luzella buried into her without remorse.


In slight relief Avelyn felt Luzella pull out, spilling warm precum across the dark sheets. The glistening cock bobbed out throbbing hard in hungry anticipation. Pulling Avelyn by her hair, Luzella dragged the elf’s face toward her wide cock-head. Luzella brushed her member across the elf’s forehead, down her face and to her lips.


“Thats it, lick that cum up!” With the room spinning, Avelyn stuck her tongue out as precum drizzled across her face and chin.


With an effortless movement, Luzella tossed Avelyn back onto her stomach. The elf heaved heavily trying to catching her breath. “Please… let me rest,” Avelyn managed to speak between labored breaths.

Luzella wrapped her hand around the elf’s calf and pulled her left leg up, shifting Avelyn to her side. The northern struggled slightly, trying to pull away. The threatening demon gripped her leg tighter and curled her slick lips up in elation, her smile quickly turning to malice.


“ Aww poor Ave, are you worn out so soon? I expected more from such a preeminent and opulent species.”


Luzella ignored the request for repose and pushed her cockhead back up against Avelyn’s pussy. The great demon lifted her toy’s leg up as she pushed back inside her. Avelyn gritted her teeth as the girth began to re stretch her, the dark cock sliding deeper and deeper. Luzella growled in delight as the elf’s lips clutched around her shaft. In rapture, the amazonian thrusted in and out. Avelyn bounced back and forth helplessly taking her master’s cock.

Avelyn’s moans rang out louder now, too defeated to hold back.


“That’s right, you take that cock like a good whore, Avelyn,” Luzella smirked.

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With assertion, Luzella shoved Avelyn’s head into the pillow while rocking into her. Avelyn’s tits bounced up with every heavy thrust. Laying into the elf, Luzella stuffed her slave full of meat, in and out, relentlessly. Harder and harder Luzella pumped. The bed rocked into the stone wall in repetitive hard strikes. Avelyn’s moans fell to quiet groans, now being overshadowed by skin smacking against skin. Luzella couldn’t hold back any longer, the sensation of the Avelyn’s tight cunt drove the Kazdruk over the edge. In uncontrollable lust, Luzella plowed into the elf even harder now, as her cock began to explode cum deep inside her womb. Hot thick seed flooded into Avelyn, overflowing her insides like a freshly broken dam.


The vicious demon held Avelyn fast as she deposited gallons of her batter inside. In thick spurts, Luzella unloaded as she dropped Avelyn’s leg. The northern elf rolled to her back as the mammoth Kazdruk collapsed on top of her. Her heavy body and tits pinned the elf to the bed. In short heavy breaths Luzella panted like a wild animal. She bit her lip as her cock flexed a few final times deep inside the elf. Holding Avelyn tight, she lapped up the sticky precum that laid glazed across her slave’s lips. Avelyn laid helplessly under the strong demon as the room spun on end.


“Mmm, you’re such a delicious little slut,” Luzella purred while undoing her slave’s shackles.  Resting her head on the pillow and her body still crushing Avelyn. Luzella’s tail flicked back and forth in content. The Kazdruk sighed in pleasure as she quickly started to drift off to sleep. Avelyn laid under her wincing in a mix of pain, bewilderment and relief as Luzella’s fat cock started to soften, letting another flood of hot cum to spill back out.  Her green eyes raced around in uneasiness. She lifted her weak arms and tried to push the now slumbering amazonian demon off her. Avelyn’s hands fell to her sides in exhaustion. She frowned as the heavy Kazdruk didn’t budge in the slightest. Giving in to defeat, she sank into the sheets and closed her eyes, relieved that this day has ended but fearing for the next.

Spire of Torment. Chapter 25: Retaliation & Submission

By: Lucien

Wispy strands of shadow clawed across Kamri’s back. Fresh from the showers, the praetorian and twisted Kazdruk elf made her way towards Yuldasha’s chambers. She had been instructed to meet with her moments ago. The defense of the elvish assault was a great success; the higher ranking Kazdruk commanders and talon leaders were very delighted at the swift defeat of the weak and impuissant elves. Kamri had not yet seen Yuldasha since the conflict. She tried to speculate what she would think of her and her assigned Talon’s efforts. Thoughts skimmed across her mind as she wondered how the demoness queen would feel towards her. She was not afraid – in fact, she was quite proud. A flare of pride and vanity flushed over her tan skin. Kamri walked with purpose and confidence. She knew she was now a force to be reckoned with and no longer a victim. She was the breaker, the scythe, and the hand that would pull the coalition deep into their graves. Kamri smirked at the thought. The feeling of power and hunger had not diluted any since the end of the elvish offensive. She wanted to taste more, she wanted to stretch her abilities further. The cravings bubbled at the back of her tongue and tingled through her fingertips. She made her way through the dark corridors that glimmered wildly with candles. Soon she found herself at Yuldasha’s door. The two husky guards nodded and motioned her to enter.

Kamri walked slowly but confidently across the dark polished tiles.The distance between her and the Kazdruk leader seemed to extend forever. Each tile she marched on brought her a meter closer to the majestic leader of this Spire. Straight ahead Yuldasha sat, waiting at her great throne. Her long raven hair framed her face perfectly. Kamri smirked at how Yuldasha always appeared so wrathfully exemplary. She was unparalleled and pristine in her deadly beauty making it difficult to not gaze.

“Come before me, young urchin,” Yuldasha spoke with her chin held high.

Kamri continued walking. Her heeled greaves echoed off the granite surface loudly before she kneeled before Yuldasha.

“My, my, haven’t we come far,” the demoness spoke, rising from her dark throne. “Word travels fast in these parts, Kamri. Whispers of your actions and admirable performance have already reached my ears.”

Yuldasha waltzed across the chamber letting her spade tail lash in unison. She stopped at her immense granite table and looked down across the sprawling map. Kamri remained on her knee, not sure if she should rise or not.

” You may rise, Kamri,” Yuldasha finally spoke out as if she’d almost forgotten.

“Thank you, master,” Kamri said, rising to her feet and shifting to face Yuldasha.

“But of course, I don’t rely solely on rumors, Kamri. I saw your actions with my own eyes,” Yuldasha smiled as she pointed toward a large scrying orb. She spun to face Kamri. “Your actions were quite impressive, I must admit. Hmm, but perhaps I’m a bit biased.” Yuldasha turned back to the great map smiling.” I must continue the advancement of my forces across this powerless and frail plane. My plan is falling into place nicely,” She spoke before fumbling her lip in frustration and slamming her fist hard across the map. Sparks of jade evaporated into the dark air around her clenched fist. “I need better Talon commanders! Ones with drive, determination, and perseverance.” Yuldasha paused for a moment. “…someone such as yourself,” Yuldasha grinned, turning and looking down at Kamri.

“Tell me, how did it feel to sever your lovers head from his body?”

Kamri’s eyes ignited sharply. ” It felt… magnificent.”     

“You lack remorse. You’re driven only by your cravings and inner drive. Hmm yes…maybe a bit too early.” Yuldasha stopped for a moment and then smiled. “You’re being promoted to Talon commander, Kamri; congratulations. “

Kamri smirked in surprise. “It would be my honor. Thank you, Master.”

“I’ll give you a few days. Select your members. Run them through some drills, get to know them and report back to me when your Talon is ready.”

Kamri bowed. “Yes, Master.”

“You’re dismissed.”

Kamri made her way back across Yuldasha’s vast chamber. As she reached the large doors, they opened inward. Pure anger soaked Kamri’s being. Jelthra walked in eyeing Kamri down in silence. Equal hatred seething under her skin.

Yuldasha turned to look at the two, sensing the thick animosity that suddenly spilled into the chamber. The two spun around each other like feral mountain cats. No words had to be spoken, no story to be told. Yuldasha could easily sense the detestation between the two.

“You bitch !  How dare you cross before me! I’z fucking kill you!” Jelthra spat in rage and lunged for Kamri’s neck with her hands.

Kamri rolled back, letting Jelthra follow through forward. The corrupted elf grappled and pulled downward while rolling smoothly to her back. She rode her long leg up into Jelthra’s stomach and flipped her backward skyward. Jelthra landed hard on her shoulder blades. She quickly scrambled to her feet in outrage and embarrassment.

Yuldasha took a step away from her map table and looked on in amusement. She thought about intervening and stopping the two, but she was genuinely curious on the outcome. Two guards ran in to stop the scuffle but Yuldasha quickly called them off. She took a seat while sipping her delicate wine and watched on.

Kamri opened up on Jelthra. She lunged with quick combinations of jabs. Jelthra blocked the punches and deflected the last strike, redirecting Kamri’s movement outward. She forced the elf’s hand upward and struck her hard in the face. Kamri buckled backward slightly dazed before returning a high spinning roundhouse kick. The kick caught Jelthra hard across her jaw; she was sent spinning into a stone column filled with Kazdruk decor. The human crashed through artifacts and fell hard to the floor. With perseverance, Jelthra came up to her knees launching an intense fireball. The flaming spell splashed across Kamri’s right arm bracer. Brilliant flames engulfed her armor and she was meet with an axe kick. Kamri fell rearward and back hand sprung out of the line of Jelthra’s next fire spell. The elf quickly ran up towards Jelthra; she jumped sideways and sprung off a nearby pillar, coming down hard with an elbow strike.

The elbow crushed into Jelthra’s face, sending her tumbling backwards. Kamri used the moment to follow up with a knee strike to the human’s stomach. The strike sent Jelthra airborne and Kamri quickly knocked her back down across her spine. Jelthra cried out in pain as she landed hard across the tile, sprawled out flat on her chest. The fuming elf approached Jelthra as she struggled to stand back up. Jelthra’s body suddenly vanished before Kamri’s eyes. The human spell-sword reappeared behind Kamri. Jelthra wrapped her arm around her neck, placing her into a choke hold. The dark elf struggled in the human’s hold.

“Ha! Iz got you now wretched whore!”

Kamri fought, gasping for air. She thought quickly and pushed herself forward flipping Jelthra over her back. The two fell over hard. Kamri placed her hand across Jelthra’s face, prying her jaw sideways. The human returned the favor reaching up and pushing against the elf’s face. The two rolled around like snakes looking for a window of advantage.

“Enough!'” Yuldasha stood from her throne. Noticing the stalemate, she walked toward the two and launched two bolts of green lighting. The two women became separated and were flung across to opposite sides of the room. Kamri leapt back to her feet, already running, trying to close the distance. Her face full of animalistic rage. Yuldasha launched her whip around her neck, pulling the elf clean of her feet. She fell hard.

“I said enough!”

Kamri kneeled but did not advance anymore; she held her ground glaring at Jelthra with a trickle of blood rolling down her lip. Jelthra stood doing the same.

“I will not allow you two to waste anymore potential!” Yuldasha outstretched her hands and pulled the two closer.

“From this point on, the two of you will set aside your differences. I believe you two need to spend some more time together. I’m placing you both on stall duty. If either of you assault another you’re done!”

“Vhat! but Mas-“

“Silence, Jelthra! You’re already on thin ice. Now check in with Joyok in the Dragon stalls!… and Kamri, once this disciplining is complete, perhaps I will re-analyze your possible position as a Talon commander.”

Jelthra’s mouth opened wide in a mix of bewilderment and anger, but she didn’t dare speak a word.  She only glared at Kamri.

“Do I make myself understood? I think I’m being extremely generous.”

“Yes, master,” Kamri and Jelthra spoke in unison less than excited.

“Good; now get out of my face. Jelthra, whatever you came here to speak about can wait.”    


Neicul had returned to the Spire. His muscles aching and clothing covered in snow, the Kazdruk dismounted from his dragon. Handing over the reigns to a stable worker, he brushed his vest, trying to cover his wound best he could. He continued walking into the main hall, escorting his two subjects. Both elves were gagged, one male and one female. Neicul gazed around the busy spire before calling over another soldier.

“Take these two and get them cleaned up, then bring them to Aeltha’s holding cells for me.”

“Yes, Master Neicul. As you wish… welcome back.” The Kazdruk soldier bowed, taking the two prisoners from him.

“By the way, have you seen Aeltha?”

“Yes sir; I believe she’s still in her personal chambers.”

Neicul nodded. His eyebrows folded slightly and he walked off towards the upper chambers. Making his way up several stairs he peered at his wound again and shook his head in disbelief before turning the corner. He failed his mission and was preparing for the consequences. He didn’t think Aeltha would be understanding. She would want to know why he only returned with two subjects and not three.  

  As he made his way down the dimly lit corridor he noticed three Kazdruk soldiers, two of them he didn’t recognize. They looked like run of the mill guards, but the tall purebred in the middle he knew. There was no mistaking her. Luzella.

“Ahh fuuck…,” he whispered under his breath in frustration.  “Not this berserker ballista bitch again.”

He stopped for a second, thinking of turning around and taking the long way around to Aeltha’s upper chambers. He really didn’t want to deal with her again, not right now. At this point It would be too obvious to turn, so he held his ground and walked on, trying his best to keep his face out of view. He marched by steadily, rubbing one of his small horns and keeping his head down, half trying to cover his face. He thought he got by, but a cat call whistled off before he was shoved up against the wall.

“Neicul – aren’t you going to say hi?” Luzella smirked looking down at him.

“ Oh… Hi Luzella…my apologies. I guess… I, uh, didn’t see you,” Neicul returned with a sly smile knowing she was impossible to miss. He held his breath trying to hid the immense pain surging through his body as Luzella unknowingly pressed into his chest wound. Slowly he ran his hand up toward one of his daggers, letting his fingers glide across the hilt. Luzella noticed the slight movement and grabbed his wrist pressing it up against the cold, dark wall.  

“You’re a rude boy Neicul…But I guess that’s what makes you so attractive…” Luzella bit her lip looking at his exposed arms, smaller in comparison to her own. She squeezed one of his biceps between her thumb and index finger playfully.

“You been working out, Neiky? Hmm? How adorable!” She smiled again, pinching her thick lips together. The large Kazdruk leaned down to his ear whispering.  “Maybe we could… wrestle sometime, hmm? I know I would enjoy that very much.”

Neicul struggled slightly now, extremely uncomfortable by the whole situation and her sudden frighteningly promiscuous and flirtatious manner. He tried to get away.

Luzella did pique an interest to him after a few stiff drinks but she seemed like a lot to handle. It also occurred to him that she obviously wouldn’t be the type to lay underneath.    

Neicul wasn’t getting anywhere near a bed with her.

“Aww noo Neiky, don’t leave! You’ve been gone for so long…” Luzella eased off him letting him slide free. “Ya know, you should really stop by my chambers sometime,” she spoke before running her tongue slowly across her sharp canines.

“Heh… yeah, uh… yeah maybe we could play chess?…Listen, Luzella, I have to get going.” Neicul responded nervously.

Luzella reached out, wrapping her hand around his neck and thrusting him hard into the wall. With immense aggression she slid him up off the floor. Neicul reached up with both hands around her wrist.

“I’ll tell you when you can leave!” Luzella grinned and lapped her long tongue up across his lips before composing herself and dropping him.

“I’d love to catch up but I’m on my way to see Yuldasha; I’m sure you understand. See you around, Neicul.” She spoke playfully.

“Right…Good day, Luzella.”

Suspicious of taking his eyes off her, he walked backward a few steps while straightening his vest. Once out of her reach, he turned and walked away. Luzella bit her lip watching his ass move in his leather pants. With a large grin she turned and went along her business.   


Jelthra and Kamri left Yuldasha’s chamber in silence. As ordered, the two moved on to find Joyok in the stalls below. Side by side they turned the corner together only to collide with Luzella. Both Kamri and Jelthra fell back as the amazonian plowed through them.

“Hey!” Kamri yelled, not entirely realizing who she had walked into.  

“ Watch your step!” Luzella declared and then paused for moment looking down at the two, finally recognizing who she just ran over. Her anger filled face quickly turned to a bewildered smirk.  

“Well, son of a succubus, look what the wind blew in.” Kamri scooted back one way across the floor and Jelthra went the other.

“Little teammates now, huh? How cute, I’m truly terrified… You two must have every goddamn goddess of this realm looking over your backs! As much as I want to, I can’t stay and play. Seems you two have lucked out again.” Luzella spat and moved onward. She eyed Kamri silently for a moment and then jumped at Jeltha causing her to flinch backward cowering. The tall Kazdruk laughed into the hall making her way up to Yuldasha’s chamber.

Kamri and Jelthra looked at each other for a moment silently before getting back to their feet and heading to the lower levels.


Luzella carried herself with pride across Yuldasha’s gloss chamber floor. Her heavy hooved gait echoed out endlessly along the stone walls. Yuldasha still stood at her table pondering troop movement.

“Luzella…” The dark demoness spoke with her chartreuse eyes still fixed upon the table’s map. Luzella made her way to her mistress’ side and kneeled before her.

“You requested my presence, your highness?” Luzella asked.

“Hmm, It would seem so,” Yuldasha spoke half ignoring her, her mind preoccupied with finding a tactical advantage.

Luzella sneered slightly, her eyes gazing off to the side for a moment and letting her inpatients rest across her broad shoulders.

“You seem to have trouble with order and authority, little one. It would seem you’ve lost respect for myself and your superiors. ” Yuldasha spun, now looking down at Luzella with her deep devilish eyes.


“Silence!” Yuldasha yelled, cutting off the amazonian.

With a smooth trot, Yuldasha walked a tight circle around Luzella, examining her build while she remained kneeling before her. Stopping behind her, she softly ran her elegant fingers through the tall Kazdruk’s onyx hair. Caressing her long locks tenderly, she twisted a handful into her palm and yanked backward. Flashing an edged fang, Luzella growled softly in a low carnal warning like an aggressive dog. Yuldasha smiled at her animalistic response. Sensing her aggression and detest, she pulled her head back farther. Not one to be pushed around, Luzella’s stubborn arrogance revealed itself cleary.  

Yuldasha took note of the soldier’s tail jerking from side to side in irritation. With her free hand she drew it across Luzella’s neck.

“I can see you’re already becoming restless…I understand your bloodline and breed Luzella. The obsessive need to hunt, the need to constrict and overpower. Passed down within your refined heredity, breed for endless conflict. And that you do well.” Luzella smiled proudly at the flattery while Yuldasha pulled her head back further.

“But, that does not ostracize you from the rules of our kin! ” Luzella spat, pulling upward on Luzella’s hair and bringing the amazonian to her hooves. The great Kazdruk stood tall with her chin up, her white piercing eyes looking out over the horizon. Yuldasha walked around her a second time, examining the built soldier. Stopping behind her, she whispered up into Luzella’s long pointed ear while detaching the Kazdruk’s chain battle kilt and letting it fall to the floor. Yuldasha rode her finger up across the tank’s chest armor. A brilliant glow flashed out as Luzella’s armor shattered apart like glass. The small pieces crumbled to the floor before evaporating into green mist.    

“As impressive as you might be among weak elves and their fragile human counterparts, you are nothing to me. Don’t you ever forget that,” Yuldasha smiled, reaching around and letting her fingers glide across Luzella’s cock sheath. Her wine scented words burning across Luzella’s ears.

“I could crush you under hoof and simply make another just like you.”

Luzella sneered at the harsh words knowing they were only half truths. She feared Yuldasha. Her powers knew no bounds, she knew the dark matriarch could disintegrate and dismantle her in a single hand motion.  But she also understood her worth and how truly important she was to Yuldasha. Her eyes squinted in pride. If she could simply create another such as herself, then why wasn’t the entire Kazdruk army filled with soldiers of such pedigree?

Luzella was snapped out of her egotistical thought as Yuldasha pushed her back to the floor. Luzella looked up in anger as her master’s jade aether whip fell into view.

A sizzling strike lashed out across her athletic back. The searing pain was even too much for Luzella. She gritted her teeth in aggravation. Another cinder laced slash pulled at her skin, forcing a tiny whimper of pain out of the great amazonian.

“Hmm, perhaps I slightly underestimated your tolerance of pain,” Yuldasha admitted.

She flicked her wrist, snapping the whip from jade to a brilliant amethyst. The violet ciders sprinkled across the polished floor like tiny droplets of ice before quickly burning away.

Yuldasha lashed out another strike. The whip flashed across the Kazdruk’s back like lighting. Luzella fell to all fours in unbearable pain.

“Perhaps that’s a little better…” Yuldasha smiled.

Luzella’s eyes flashed in anger as a she was punished severely under the mighty whip.

Yuldasha relished in her agony and moved backward, letting her ass rest against the edge of the table and took another sip of wine. With a wave of her hand, a bright binding spell enwrapped itself around Luzella’s wrists and ankles, securing the great Kazdruk to the floor on all fours. In boiling rage, Luzella struggled to stand. Every muscle flexed and bulged trying to bring herself up to her hooves. Yuldasha’s spell held her firmly in place as she guided Luzella’s face between her legs.

“Now show me the respect I deserve and service me.”

In sharp antagonism, Luzella looked up at her master, peering between her legs in an apprehensive manner. Luzella was met with another sharp strike of the whip, the lash sending shards of pain throughout her body. She extended her long tongue and lapped it across Yuldasha’s glistening petals. This was humiliating. A Kazdruk warrior of such caliber and distinction should be in charge. The breaker, not the broken. Luzella submits to no one. She pushed through her anger and continued to lick Yuldasha’s sweet pussy. This was Geem’s fault, she thought to herself, cursing out that she didn’t kill him quicker. She smiled though, knowing Avelyn was waiting for her in her chamber. She lapped her strong tongue again up across Yuldasha’s clit causing a moan of pleasure. She would crush Geem next time; the thought eased her submissive position she was now forced in.

“That’s a good girl, Luzella,” Yuldasha purred in luxury pulling Luzella’s head between her legs deeper.

A ring of green magic swirled up around Luzella’s cock. Her eyes opened wide as a surge of bliss enveloped her thick member. The great Kazdruk shivered as the magic increased. Biting her lip in lust she started to lap harder with increased enthusiasm, licking up her master’s sweet honey.  The magic instantly brought Luzella close to climax and then stopped, holding it there. The pleasure would travel no farther, leaving her craving for release. Luzella growled between her master’s legs, hungrily lapping more and more. Squirming in place and muscles flexing more, Luzella arched her back as she was denied orgasim.

Yuldasha and Luzella good

“Don’t you stop licking, my little Luzella,” Yuldasha commanded as she drove Luzella’s face into her twat agian and agian. The demoness queen gasped as her slave’s tongue brushed across her clit. With wicked force she grinded the purebred’s face across her nethers. Driving her sharp nails into the table, Yuldasha moaned out again in twisted satisfaction. Panting heavily, Luzella kept her pace hoping she would be rewarded with freedom to cum. Yuldasha tremored slightly as she brought herself to climax, her jade eyes feel heavy as she wrapped her leg around Luzella’s head. Biting her lip in fulfillment, she slowly released her grip from Luzella’s head and leaned back slowly, relaxing and letting the euphoria spill through her body.

“Mmm, well you have certainly earned yourself a second chance,” Yuldasha smiled as she canceled the spells holding Luzella down and taunting her cock.

“Let this be a warning. Next time I won’t be so pleasant. Now, leave before I change my mind.”

Luzella rose to her hooves. Her thick cock jumping in eagerness and leaking pre cum across the floor. She lapped her tongue across her lips, licking up all of Yuldasha’s remaining juices. With a shudder of delight she pulled herself together and bowed.

“T-T-Thank you master…”

Luzella turned and made her way out, suddenly in need of a cold shower… and Avelyn.                  


Fucking bitch!

I hated her. Everything about her, the way she walked, her short skin-tight skirt. Her stuck up, condescending ways. It took everything inside me to not drive a dagger through her back when she wasn’t looking. This was her damn fault, she started this mess. She had something to prove towards Neicul that first day and then it all crumbled to pieces after that. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth! Now here we were, cleaning dragon stalls. It made my blood boil. Every time I looked at her…or heard her name! Jelthra. I would see red… every damn shade of it. Crimson would fill my eyes as I would fantasize wrapping my hands around that fucking human’s neck.

Look at Jelthra, trying to talk her way out of cleaning these stalls. Letting her tits hang out and chatting it up with the stall master Joyok. I’ve seen a lot of ugly Kazdruk in these lower parts, but Joyok was a real winner… And he was just as stupid as he looked. He made Brazeek look like an elegant elvish tactician. He was falling for Jelthra’s small talk… just as any stupid boy would. He stood there with his big dumb mouth hanging wide open and fumbling over his words. I almost broke the handle of the pitchfork I was holding. Anger was an understatement. I stood there and took my eyes off his ugly Kazdruk mug. I found myself resting my eyes on Jelthra’s back. A perfect target for a pitch fork… my grip eased up some as I gazed toward her long raven hair that rode down her shoulder blades. I lowered the pitchfork as my eyes grazed down further along her elegant figure. I paused for a moment as a spark tingled south of my navel. My sharp fang slowly rode up over my bottom lip.

I jumped as a nearby dragon roared at a smaller dragon next to it, violently snapping at him. I watched in frustration as the smaller dragon shifted sideways and knocked over a large steel food trough. All of its mixed contents spilled to the floor. This time I snapped the pitchfork handle as it erupted in a wave of flames. This was was all Jelthra’s fault!

Ugh Damn it, zat bitch Kamri can’t do anything right. What the fuck did she just do over there? How did she manage to spill the dragon’s food trough? Those things weigh a ton. I bet she’s trying to distract Joyok here! Well it worked, because now he’s walking over there to help her. Zat elvish cunt ruins everything…Everything! I waz so close to talking my way out of this mess. Zee mess she started by showing up!  I was on my way to becoming a Talon commander. A special division Talon commander at that. Bitch! I would have had Luzella off my back but she ruined it all. Now I’z been fucked over left and right! I was Yuldasha’s right hand… I was her favorite, now i’m cleaning up dragon shit. All because of her! Little special princess. Neicul’s little assignment. That man was mine!

  I watched as she started scooping up the spilled minced meat. Her caramel skin glistened in the low red torch light. The fire spell I hadn’t even realized I was clenching, faltered out in a hiss as I watched her elegant movements. Then Joyok blocked my view and I was reminded how Kamri fucked up my plans!

“Hey Joyok!” Jelthra yelled, slightly annoyed. “I vaasn’t done talking to you!”

  The lumbering Kazdruk slowly turned his head. His big asymmetrical face looked at her dumbfounded as if he suddenly lost his hearing. He slowly turned and stumbled toward her bumping his single horn on a wood beam.

“Ugh, fuking moron,” Jelthra whisperd under her breath. “Hey! Hoz about you go bring us more shavings and sand, zo we can reset zee cages hmm? ”

Joyok’s heavy build waddled back toward Jelthra.

“Uh ja,…ja ok. idea good, you right,” The heavy Kazdruk ogre nodded and started to walk away.

“ Hey wait… no, help me first!” Kamri spat. “Get this cleaned up first, then we can get the shavings together.”

The confused Kazdruk spun in place not sure who to help, bumping his head twice on the wood beam.

  “Joyok! No! Don’t listen to her, she made zee mess, let her clean it! ” Jelthra barked angrily. She quickly reeled back her attitude and calmly approached the large demon. She leaned upward to his gnarly ear.

“Listen big boy, if you behave and do what I ask… I’ll give you a little zomething later.”

Jelthra smiled and ran her hand across his bulging loin cloth.

Joyok purred in zest and then smiled, flashing a row of broken and missing teeth. He turned slowly and nodded in approval before walking off to fetch the shavings, bumping his head one last time on the way out. Jelthra and Kamri locked eyes in anger. The human shot her a pompous smirk. Kamri grimaced in anger and went back to work.

“Whore…” Kamri whispered under her breath.

A few minutes went by as the two worked in an uncomfortable silence. Joyok had to go down a lower cell level to obtain more shavings. The two moved along the different dragon enclosures cleaning up debris, bones and old shavings. Most of the dragons were unnamed and served only as mounts for lower ranking Kazdruk soldiers, but the two soon found themselves along the next junction. Here, more specialized mounts were stationed. Jelthra’s dragon Daliik was across from them along the back sleeping. Neicul’s dragon Xagsaw was along the other side. Xagsaw was fast asleep seeing as they had returned earlier in the day. Jelthra moved ahead of Kamri looking into a much larger cage.

The human smiled in a villainous grin. She knew whose cage this was. Belva’kr; Luzella’s dragon. The two were made for each other. The beast was impossible to control; he was a chaotic and furiously muscled brute that just happened to have wings and breath fire. Not many dealt with Belva’kr and lived to tell the story. Only Luzella and a few well trained stable hands could handle him, and even they encountered many unfortunate accidents when dealing with him.

Perfect. The massive creature laid in the back corner sleeping.

Jelthra looked back. Kamri was too angry to be paying any attention. She was busy tossing shavings around with her broken pitchfork. Jelthra slowly unhinged the roller lock on the door that allowed any personnel who was suicidal enough to enter Belva’kr’s massive cage. Jelthra waited for a moment as Kamri got closer to the slightly unhinged door. At this point, she was preoccupied with dragging her fork and making interesting line patterns in the red dirt. Jelthra waited for the carmel elf to stroll directly in front of the unhinged cage.

“Hey, you’re making a mess,” Jelthra proclaimed, pointing at the dirt in the opposite direction.

“Hmm, wha-” Kamri spun looking at the lines she left.

Jelthra took the moment and kicked Kamri backward, shoving her through the unhinged cage door. Kamri stumbled backward trying to catch her footing but it was too late and she fell to her ass. As she got up, Jelthra was already re locking the cage. Kamri ran to the cage door and pulled with all her strength.

“ You bitch! Let me out! You heard Yuldasha’s orders!”

“Oh yes I did, but I won’t be assaulting you, no. not zis time.”

Kamri struggled again and again trying to get the cage door to open. Jelthra calmly reached into a small pouch on her hip and pulled out a short vial. She pulled the stopper out and splashed the clear liquid through the cage across Kamri’s skin.

“ Hey, what the!  What are you doing! let me out! What did you just splash on me?”

“Oh, nothing, its juz a little… a bit of perfume for your date tonight.”


Kamri focused and erupted fire along the cage door, trying to melt the door’s bars.

“Haha, you think you can burn through a cage that iz designed to hold a dragon? I’m going to enjoy this Kamri…oh yez, very much so.”

In a fury of anger, Kamri smashed the cage with her pitchfork letting out a loud clang.

Belva’kr was asleep along the opposite side of the enclosure. The sudden clang of steel on steel awoke him. His deep scarlet eyes revealed themselves and slowly began to scan his dwelling. His clear nictitating membrane flickered sideways as the serpent’s glowing orbs fixed themselves on Kamri. Belva’kr let out a soft roar and slowly rose his thick reptilian build before stretching himself out. Kamri slowly turned around and pressed herself up against the cage bars. Shivers ran down her back as she made eye contact with two crimson coals. Belva’kr’s nostrils flared causing his septum bull ring to rock back and forth. The beast picked up the sweet aroma Jelthra had splashed on her only moments earlier. His scales rose up in liveliness as his nostrils flared again launching small puffs of orange flames out to the side. The great crimson dragon made its way towards Kamri, rearing his long neck upward in dominate like arousal. In a wide powerful canter the dragon approached, crushing old bone and rock under each heavy clawed hand. Kamri was trapped, she slowly moved side ways against the stone wall trying to get out of Belva’kr’s line of sight. She slipped into a dark shadow trying her best to stay hidden. It was no use. The beast could smell her luscious fragrance and outstretched his head closer, inhaling deeply .

“Iz no use hiding, Kamri. I marked you with female dragon musk. Belva’kr here thinks you’re in heat,” Jelthra explained, smiling. “You think he honestly cares about your size? Or species for that matter,  you smell like a dragon, so surely you muz be one.”

Kamri didn’t say a word, she only clenched her fists in anger. How could she let this happen? She looked at Belva’kr in fear, trying not to make any sudden movements. The tremendous serpent suddenly snapped out towards Kamri. She dodged to her right just missing his powerful jaws. Belva’kr outstretched his massive wings to either side, showing off his sheer size and build. He struck again. Kamri reached up blocking her face with her Kazdruk rerebrace. The heavy hit knocked Kamri over like a tiny stick. With a large bellow, Belva’kr roared out again establishing his dominance over the elf. Kamri raced to her feet but was quickly knocked forward to her stomach by his large head. The beast nuzzled into her smooth cheeks and pulled off her bottoms with his strong tongue.  

“I’z suggest you let him have his way Kamri, I don’t think you would survive

their true mating ritual,” Jelthra laughed. “You don’t have armored scales after all, zay tend to get a bit violent when it comes to subduing a mate.”

Kamri tried crawling forward as the colossal dragon straddled over top casting a large shadow across her back. Belva’kr, palmed her shoulder and pushed her down hard into the red dirt stopping any further moment in its tracks. He growled softly as he lowered his immense weight atop of the elf. Kamri dug her hands into the sand as the hellish reptile mounted her athletic build, Kamri grimaced as she felt Belva’kr’s thick cock unsheathe itself. The hot shaft pressed across her smooth ass, brushing across and seeking any tight entry it could find.

“Jelthra, get him off m-” Kamri grunted out as her breath was knocked out of her lungs. The dragon’s heavy build planted on top of her. His roar bellowed out again in unrivaled aggression. Kneading the rose dirt with his talons, he angled his cock doward into the elf. Kamri gritted her teeth as the beast’s cockhead pushed up against her tight cunt. She struggled under his weight feeling his warm scaled belly press across her back. Seeking leverage, she only pulled back handfuls of loose dirt.

Jelthra made her way into the cage, watching the interspaces rape unfold. “Tell me, Kamri, how daz it feel, hmm?” She smiled as Kamri could only silently mouth out words for help. She watched on in gratification as Belva’kr took his new mate. Rearing back his hips, he pushed his thick shaft forward again stuffing his wide head between her pussy. Kamri’s eyes shot open wide at the intrusion. The meaty cock sank into her deeper, spreading her wider.          

Heaving his weight into the elf, Belva’kr shivered in pleasure as his mate’s tight lips squeezed around his member.

“What a slut taking zat whole thing,” Jelthra laughed now resting her hands down on a nearby stone slab. Watching on as the dragon pinned her head to the ground.

Kamri vs. Dragon HR

Kamri grunted out as the beast heaved into her over and over. His large talon now wrapped around her shoulder and held her down in the dirt. Pulling backward, he used her like a toy as he climbed closer to climax. Incapable of feeling remorse or wrongdoing. His instinctual beastly nature took control. His only concern was to make sure he flooded her with seed in order to continue his draconic lineage. A snort of flames bellowed out into the cage as his heavy breath heaved deeply. Each powerful thrust plowed into Kamri’s helpless body, faster and faster.

“You’ve fucked with me for zee last time Kamri! “

Belva’kr roared out as he unleashed his hot load into the corrupted elf. Gallons of the thick spunk poured into her womb, flooding her. He kept her in place, making sure every last drop was deposited inside. Kamri’s orange eyes opened wide in horror as the thick cum filled her up and feeling it stir deep inside. In gooey ropes, the thick semen spilled back out across the floor. Feeling satisfied, Belva’kr pulled out, letting the torrent explode out across the dirt. Kamri collapsed from the intense fucking. Belva’kr lumbered away slowly letting his long tail drag across Kamri’s collapsed body. He moved on into the back end of the cage, feeling released he fell back to sleep. Jelthra watched Kamri clutching the soft dirt and slowly walked away pleased with her destructive counter blow.

Kamri reached the cage door and started fiddling with the lock to no avail. Soon Joyok returned wondering where the two went.

“Hey… Joyok. Get me out of here,” Kamri whispered through the bars. The confused demon stumbled over to the cage. He paused for a moment enjoying the view of Kamri’s exposed bottom half.

“Well, come on, just don’t stand there.”

“Right, sorry…?” Joyok leaned over and unlocked the cage. As Kamri limped to her exit, he gazed across her rear end.

“Don’t, even think about it!” Kamri glared at him and left.




Avelyn sat in her cell with her back up against the cold wall. She recognized the room very well. It was Luzella’s personal chambers. She looked into the crisp chamber eyeing all of Luzella’s trophies and war banners.  

“I can’t believe he chose Queen Aria,” she spoke to herself, shaking her head side to side. Demoralized, she counted the steel bars wondering what would become of her. Disheartened streams of dismal pain cut through her. The way Aria looked at her before they parted repeated over and over. Expendable. Their love, superfluous and meaningless.

Her deep thoughts were shattered like glass at the sound of the room’s heavy wood door opening. Avelyn moved back instinctively as she saw Luzella’s long powerful legs come into view.

The amazonian ignored Avelyn for a moment as she locked the door behind her and then lit a set of candles. Avelyn watched in angst, her naked build, height and size was even more intimidating indoors. Luzella outstretched her ripped arms over her head stretching towards the high ceilings. Avelyn observed the titan’s tattoos that spirled across her powerful defined back as she stretched out. With a sigh, Luzella reached back and began tying off her damp hair into a single long ponytail. Avelyn noticed that she looked fresh from the showers but then scurred backward quickly again as the great Kazdruk turned to face her. The amazonian smirked and continued getting herself around for bed.

A cold draft sent a shiver down the elf’s back. She fought the cold by running her hands over her exposed shoulders quickly. A rumble of pain echoed through her stomach as her body reminded her it needed food. The pain would have to wait as Luzella again faced the cell, this time staring directly at Avelyn. She locked eyes with the elf and slowly strode towards the cage door. Reaching forward, Luzella unlocked the cell and then simply turned around and went back to her business, still not saying a word. Avelyn looked at the now partially opened cage perplexed.

“I’m sure you’re cold and hungry; I give you permission to come out if you wish.”

Avelyn frowned at the reminder that she was not only a prisoner but a slave. At first she didn’t move, she only watched Luzella as she moved around the room smoothy.

“Or, you can stay in there,” Luzella laughed moving toward the cell again with a green apple in her hand.

“You want a bite? Hmm?” Avelyn’s mouth watered in unbearable hunger. She couldn’t remember the last meal she had eaten. With her elvish stubbornness setting in, she didn’t want to take anything from these monsters, especially from Luzella. Luzella waited for an answer bringing Geem’s dagger into view. Clean and polished, she carved a slice of the apple off and ate it. What hung from the dagger hurt Avelyn deep inside, more so than any pain she had ever felt. It was Geem’s snowflake pendant. She must have obtained it during the fighting she thought. There the blue flake spun, reminding her again that he wasn’t here.   

Avelyn’s heart whelped at the sight and she remained silent.

“Fine, suit yourself,” Luzella smiled and ate another slice.

“No…wait,” Avelyn pleaded, her green eyes looking upward. She had to survive, that was her top priority.   

The elf rose to her feet taking a few light steps forward. Cautiously she walked out of the cold cell. With a shy gaze she looked at Luzella’s apple. Luzella smiled and held the apple higher above the elf’s head and kicked her hard in side of her leg. Avelyn’s leg buckled and she fell over in a yelp of pain.

“Tisk, tisk, how quickly we forget,” Luzella shook her head before taking another bite. “Animal’s don’t walk on two legs in these parts. Walking on your feet is reserved only for the privileged. Something that you are far from. If I ever see you walking upright again, it’ll be much more than a small love tap. ”

Avelyn kneeled, coming up to all fours. Resting her hands on the floor in humiliation, she looked up at the now almost devoured apple.

“That’s better…” Luzella bent over, looking down at Avelyn, and outstretched a slice of apple. “Here you go.”

Avelyn opened her mouth to eat the slice. At the last second Luzella pulled the piece away lifting it out of reach.  

“Sit like a good Keeaty first.”  Avelyn frowned, looking up at the piece and rested her ass across her calfs kneeling.

“There we go… my, what a fast learner.”

Luzella reached down again and gently placed the slice into her mouth, sliding her finger across the elf’s smooth lips. “You see? I sometimes reward good behavior.” Luzella spun around and walked toward her bed. As she reached the side she turned back and patted her robust thigh.

“Come on, you don’t want to sleep in that cold cell do you?” Avelyn swallowed the apple slice hard and gazed her eyes along the large soft bed in uncertainty.

Luzella pulled another apple out from a bag on her bedside table and brandished the fruit toward the elf. Avelyn froze in terror, she did not want to end up in bed with her. But she was starving. Blushing softly, Avelyn crawled toward Luzella, bobbing her ass as she moved. She reached the side of the bed and looked up at Luzella’s built naked body in shame.

“Up you go,” Luzella laughed lifting Avelyn up. The elf was tossed onto the large soft bed. Laying on her back, Avelyn looked up at the amazonian in fear and awe.

“I’m sure you want some more food, don’t you?” Luzella spoke sliding herself into bed before laying on her side. Avelyn nodded up and down slowly.


“Alright, well you’ve had a rough day, so I’ll be easy on you tonight. You wont have to work that hard,” Luzella spoke, rolling to her stomach and nearly knocking Avelyn off the bed. Placing her heavy developed arms up near her pillow, she sighed in relaxation. Her muscular back glimmered in the low candle light. Avelyn ran her eyes across the demon’s physique not entirely knowing what to do.

” Well, what are you waiting for, my back isn’t going to rub itself. Oil is on the bedside table there.”

Avelyn’s eyes widened and looked to her left. On the bedside table was oil. Her hands shaking, she slowly reached for the oil and noticed Geem’s dagger laying there. She paused for a moment, calculating the possibilities. She picked up the oil keeping her elvish eyes on the silver blade.

“Is there a problem?” Luzella asked with her eyes closed.

  Avelyn took her eyes off the knife, moved back and straddled Luzella. Her long elvish legs barely made it across the Kazdruk’s wide athletic ass. She had to awkwardly stretch herself to fit across her build. The elf looked down across the warriors’ back wondering where to start.

  Anointing her small hands with oil, she pressed down onto the rolling terrain of corded muscle and authority. Slowly she ran her hands across her master’s warm skin and rubbed out thick knots in her shoulders. She kept glancing at Geem’s dagger pondering if driving it into her back would even kill her. Luzella purred in satisfaction, feeling her slave’s tiny hands run up and down her back. Minutes ran by as Avelyn ran her hands lower across more hard muscle and letting her thumbs glide into the small valley of her back. Luzella’s long tail whipped back and forth in content. Without warning, Luzella rolled to her back, tossing Avelyn off the side of her. With a soft moan, Luzella stretched resting her hands under her head.

“Hmm, not to bad. You’ll do just fine. You won’t end up dragon food after all…well, not anytime soon at least. I suppose you still want this apple?” Luzella asked holding the apple up and gazing at Avelyn.

The elf nodded softly, her stomach felt like it was eating itself alive now. “Yes… please,” Avelyn responded, hating herself for playing along with Luzella’s evil little game.

“Get back to the foot of the bed like a good girl first.”

Avelyn frowned slightly but complied. She moved back the end of the bed, giving Luzella a wonderful view of her tight elvish ass and cunt. Luzella laid back and placed the apple between her large breasts.

“Well, it’s all yours.” Luzella smiled with a sinful grin, before relaxing her hands behind her head again.

Avelyn looked at her blankly. The amazonian laid before her with her powerful legs spread to either side of the bed creating a funnel to the apple. There the green prize sat nicely, nestled between her deep valley. Avelyn wanted the apple badly, she was starving and desperately needed to eat but she was greatly wary of going after it.

  Weakness was setting in as she slowly and cautiously moved on all fours towards Luzella’s apple. The Kazdruk’s white eyes watched her every move. Avelyn thought for a moment that her master’s eyes alone could kill her if she made one wrong move. They gazed on her like burning white coals, carnivorous and wicked. Confusion and fear quickly filled Avelyn’s mind as she came face to face with a rather large problem. Luzella’s thick cock and her weighty balls. She stopped for a moment wondering how to get past them without touching or sliding across them.  Even un erect, the beastly member was huge. There it slumbered, as thick as her forearm. It snugly held itself within its equine like sheath waiting for its next victim. Its wide head hung outward slightly, staring her down more intensely than Luzella’s very own eyes. Knowing the inclination of every male, the last thing she wanted to do was awake it. She doubted Luzella’s female upper-half could convince her own male, testosterone fueled, lower-half to stand down. Knowing Luzella’s disposition, she was most likely awaiting that very moment and would relish in it when it came.

Avelyn looked up past Luzella’s heavy breasts in question. Luzella gazed back, parting her full lips with her robust tongue before curling her mouth into a smug grin. The elf looked back down at the massive phallic barricade and attempted to move past it. She started the great journey, moving upward in the direction of the apple. Carefully she placed one hand over Luzella’s thigh on one side and then followed with her other hand over the amazon’s other thigh. She was now face to face with Luzella’s shaft. Knowing the dangers of having her face so close, she quickly moved past it. She sighed in relief that Luzella hadn’t decided to palm her head and force her down at that moment. She was safe for the time being. Now, Avelyn viewed a wall of defined abdominal muscle, she was so close to the green apple, its sweet smell filled her nostrils and made her mouth water. Almost there, just one more smooth movement. Daringly, she pressed on.

Avelyn’s heart stopped as she felt Luzella’s cock ever so slightly brush across her stomach under her. The elf stopped moving midway, awaiting a reaction by Luzella. The demoness laid unfazed as if taunting the northern elf to move on. Avelyn tempted fate and continued across the hazardous body. She navigated Luzella’s sea of tight stomach muscle while keeping her eyes on the prize. The apple lay just out of reach now. As Avelyn took her last final movement, Luzella’s thighs suddenly closed like a blacksmith’s vice. The heavy bulk of unrivaled Kazdruk muscle wrapped up along Avelyn’s sides trapping her small frame. Avelyn struggled while foolishly attempting to free herself from the hellish venus man-trap. In a panic, her tiny hands pushed against Luzella’s long immovable legs. Luzella grinned as she slowly squeezed harder. She watched in felicity as the helpless elf squirmed between her long legs. Avelyn gasped for air as the forceful thighs began applying more pressure around her stomach and ribs.

“Aww,what’s the matter?” Luzella playfully asked, coiling her legs harder. Avelyn fumbled her hands around Luzella’s thick thighs trying anything to un pry the death trap. Like a constricting serpent of the southern Zelkathorn jungles, Luzella pulled her prey up against her warm body. The nefarious Kazdruk laid back with her hands behind her head, relaxing as her powerful legs continued to hold the elf captive.

“Oh, is this too much for you?”

Avelyn gasped again as the air was pressed out of her. Gripping Luzella’s thighs tightly she tried as hard as she could to pull herself free from her scissor like clutch. Avelyn opened her mouth in protest but no words could be emitted. Only small squeaks of air rang out.

“Hmm? I’m sorry what was that?” Luzella inquired, squinting her white eyes and squeezing her legs harder.

Avelyn’s panicking became worse as she felt Luzella’s strong cock hardening. The thick shaft awoke, pushing across her navel and continued her up against her soft stomach. She squirmed as the dominate pulsing muscle grew longer, leaving a smeared trail of hot pre-cum along her entire torso. Luzella locked her thighs and rolled over with ease. Avelyn gasped as she was forced to roll with the demon, ending up flat on her back with Luzella now above her. Luzella released her legs and straddled the small elf pinning her deep into the soft bed. Avelyn tried to slide out from under the amazonian but couldn’t move at all. Luzella placed her built arms on either side of Avelyn’s head, forcefully showing off her command and dominance. Looming over Avelyn, she let her long black hair cascade along the sides of the elf’s face. The demon’s hand ran across the silk sheets before gripping the elf’s long blonde hair. Locking eyes In malevolent, twisted passion Luzella forced her full luscious lips across Avelyn’s own, holding her down and kissing her softly. Aveyln’s eyes fell weak as she stopped resisting for a moment. The demon’s hot lips sent a wave of heat down her back. Luzella’s kiss continued on while slowly growing more aggressive over time. She bite Avelyn’s lower lip and began grinding her pelvis into her. Avelyn reached up trying to push Luzella off, her small hands feebly pressed into hard muscle, quickly becoming lost in her build. The Kazdruk pushed down in response, using her weight as an accomplice. Gripping the edge of the soft bedding, Luzella pulled herself into the elf. Her biceps flexed larger than Avelyn’s head. Avelyn moaned in apprehension. Trapped under powerful muscle she felt Luzella’s cock flexing and jumping in truculent eagerness. The girthy heated member pressed into her stomach, thumping up and down.

“P…please,” Avelyn managed to whisper out in resistance.

“Aww poor little pet. Abandoned by your lover. How does it feel knowing he left you to me, hmm? How does it feel knowing the reason you aren’t free is because Geem chose his frivolous elvish honor over you? It’s okay, soon you’ll have forgotten all about little Geem once I have you trained like the Keeat bitch you are.” Luzella smiled, now placing her large hands on Avelyn’s shoulders and pressing her deeper into the bed. “As much as I want to fuck you into oblivion tonight, I’ll be easy on you,” Luzella whispered.

Luzella shifted her body upward letting her heavy cock slide up between Aveyln’s soft breasts. Her flared cock head aiming at Avelyn’s face.

“Besides, you still need to eat something, an apple just won’t do, you need something stronger… something to relieve your famished state… something with more substance and protein.” Luzella humped forward, sliding her erect member across the elf’s chest. The wide cock head brushed up against Avelyn’s lip leaving a long strand of sweet pre-cum.

Luzella reached over to the beside picking up the oil and spilling it down across her own cock and Avelyn’s chest. Flashing her canines she rowed back and forth, letting her ramrod like cock press between Avelyn’s tits. Her perky breasts squeezed up against the hot member, inadvertently massaging her master’s shaft. Each pump pressed the cock head closer to Avelyn’s face until the thick flared head was bumping into her lips. Globs of pre-cum plastered the elf’s face as each heavy thrust became heavier. Aveyln tried to move her face to the side dodging the rams of her master’s phallus. Luzella’s pace increased as she moved her hand around Avelyn’s neck holding her head still. The Kazdruk’s cock exploded in an eruption of thick cum blasting a heavy load across Avelyn’s entire face. Avelyn grimaced under the heavy coating of warm demon seed. Luzella pulled back slightly letting her mighty cock launch off its load, flooding Avelyn’s mouth and chest. The elf spit the hot cum out.

“Drink up little one or you’ll starve,” Luzella smirked as she slid herself off the side of the bed. Avelyn laid there, covered in a mess of cum.

” You have five minutes to lick yourself clean. You can start with this,” Luzella exclaimed pressing her sticky cock head up against Avelyn’s face.

The elf’s green eyes peered up through the opaque layer of white batter. She submissively nodded before placing her mouth around the flared cock head and began suckling the cock clean.

Luzella shivered in pleasure as the elf worked her small mouth. “That’s a good girl, eat up now.”

Avelyn finished cleaning her masters cock and herself. Resting at the foot of the bed, she looked up at Luzella awaiting a command. Luzella rested her hand on Geem’s dagger and placed it in the bed side drawer. She leaned over and blew out the set of candles. Reaching down she picked up the apple and walked up to Avelyn. Without thinking, Avelyn cowered at her approach and rolled down to her side. Luzella lip curled upward at the submissive display and ran her hand through her long blonde hair. Luzella yanked her head back before placing the apple down in front of her. An unneeded reminder of who was in charge. She let up on the hair tugging and patted her on her head before laying back in bed with her.

“Goodnight Avelyn, sweet dreams.” Luzella smiled and blew out the last candle, plunging the chamber into darkness.  


The next chapter will deal more with Luzella and Avelyn, that was already my plan. But! I want to know what else you would be interested in seeing next chapter. -Lucien

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  1. I want more Kamri and Jelthra ! 63 Votes
  2. Lets see Neicul explain himself to Aeltha. 11 Votes
  3. Queen Aria and Geem return home. 35  Votes
  4. How are Cazel and Ulla doing these days? 65 Votes
  5. I want a mixture of all of the above! 16 Votes
  6. Just give me a whole chapter of Luzella and Avelyn please. 140 Votes !      

Spire of Torment. Chapter 24 : Tempest’s Seed

By: Lucien

Icy drops of rain pattered across the currant dirt, turning the red soil under Geem’s boots into a soft clay. With sword in hand and reprisal weighing heavily across his heart, the valiant northern elf tromped through the mud towards the rear of the Spire. The morning sky was still black as night. The soot-filled storm clouds spun violently, swirling around the apex of the imposing spire. Shards of lighting blasted out across the tempest filled heavens, flashing white streaks across Geem and his eight fighters. The unholy steeple walls grew larger and larger as each elvish soldier became lost in its titanic, impending shadow. Onward they moved, keeping their eyes open for any sign of Kazdruk activity. Geem separated the eight soldiers.

“Ridlei, Caamrun, Neill,, and Lu’kas; you men are with me. We’ll scale the side and head upward. Tereza; take Zaya, Valery, and Celena. Head for those sewer run-offs over there!  Make your way through the sewers. Clear a way for us to escape and we’ll meet you halfway!”

“Yes sir,” Tereza nodded.The others grumbled under their breath and moved with Tereza. The four women ran off towards the exposed sewer system’s draining point. Geem and his selected men turned and headed for the Spire wall.  

(The adventures of these four is continued in Sewers of Harrow.)   

Elu took a deep breath as he led the forces head-on towards the front of the Spire. The bitter rain splashed across his face as the downpour became heavier. The grievous Spire watched over them, its intimidating walls spreading across the oily horizon. Fellow elvish troops ran across the muddy Kazdruk soil, and their boots tossed up clumps of wet dirt behind them. They moved as a wide sizable wave, head-on into the heart of wickedness and corruption. The Spire dwarfed their movements as they got closer; they soon became lost in its grandeur while approaching its nefarious open arms.  

As the armored elvish troops became within range, a deafening war horn suddenly bellowed out. The Kazdruk battle horn carried over the rattle of elvish armor and the raging tempest above. Elu and his elvish regiment slowed down their pace at the harrowing sound. Abruptly before them, the hellish spire gates began to open. The black Kazdruk walls started to rise like a terrible maw. The rusted metal slowly grinded open, revealing a wall of bloodthirsty demons. Rain splashed across their matte raven armor before trickling down and soaking their crimson skin. The beast’s sharp ivory teeth contrasted callously against their leathery dark hides. The horde of Kazdruk scrambled down the steel ramps, hooves clattering across metal before thumping to the wet soil. Hundreds of them spilled out armed with heinous obsidian blades, spears, and axes.

Elu froze in terror as he watched the demonic troops come forth. His eyes widened at the larger Talon commanders, each one pointing and shouting orders of terror. One particular Talon commander sent a shiver of panic down Elu’s back. This amazonian towered over the others carrying a massive halberd; she gazed across the battlefield as her long sable hair waved majestically in the storm’s wind. Her massive horns jut outward, high over her troops. Before Elu could say a word or command an order, the cacophony of battle rang out. Steel across steel, shields catching maces, armor prying apart and bones shattering. His wave of troops became quickly overrun in a drove of Kazdruk. Within seconds, chaos plunged through his lines. Elvish and Kazdruk heads alike were severd, sending swells of blood across the coal sky. Axes came down and elvish swords drove through sternums. The stark contrast of elf and demon swirled around across the sodden battlefield. Elu brought his sword up, deflecting the surge of blood thirsty jaws. Hacking back, he loped a helot’s head off, letting its dark blood splash across his armor. Pandemonium revolved around him as time seemed to slow. He watched as his fellow brothers and sisters drove their blades through the enemy and their adversary returned the favor. Back and forth, steel glimmered through the hazy air, traced by lines of liquid ruby.

Kamri dashed across the soaked soil into the wall of oncoming elvish flesh. A fiery mix of adrenaline and corruption surged through her veins. The cold rain and bleak wind across her skin felt liberating. The animal inside wailed at its sudden freedom, screaming as it coursed through her abhorrent, umbra soul. With swift movements her first victim fell. The elvish soldier collapsed backward with blood spewing from his slashed jugular. Without looking, Kamri drove the back end of her tapered staff through his chest. She gazed across the carnage, already eyeing up her second target. His shield was too slow while Kamri’s panther-like movements were swift. A wide arcing swing from the elvish soldier would be his last. Kamri seized the opening to drive her edged staff through his neck. She grinned in bliss as fresh crimson splattered across her caramel skin. The thrill sent her eyes ablaze as her former elvish kin fell before her. One after another, she cut through the lines like parchment. Pure bestial instinct took command as she feed into her demanding bloodlust. Out of a pile of dying elves she arose with blood painted across her lush lips and spilling like a river between her cleavage. The cycle drove her inner war machine to its maximum potential. Untouchable, her anger fueled her across the mud, slaying northern and southern elves alike. She watched across the battlefield as Brazeek tore through the lines, ripping spine from body and arm from sockets, his face in a fixed state of vicious elation. Returning to the wave in front of her, she pounced upon her next victim, tossing up an aerosolized mist of blood.   


Luzella charged into the elvish onslaught, her hooves tearing up a mix of soggy gravel and clayish earth. With berserker like agility, the great Kazdruk slashed her halberd into the masses, bisecting anyone who stood within her deadly arc. As she pulled her massive axe back, she palmed the face of an enemy elf who came too close. With her free hand, she crushed his silver helmet, letting a torrent of blood spill down his lifeless body. A group of Kazdruk grunts were slain before her, blood bubbling up from their mouths as they struggled to remain standing. Without remorse the amazonian demon pushed them to the ground, shoving them out the way. She marched over her fallen brethren before cleaving her axe blade through the shoulder of the responsible elf. She yanked him forward slicing through his torso, spilling flesh and twisted bone across the rain filled dirt. A gleaming silver sword slashed across her bracer. She moved backward deflecting the stiff strike. Two other soldiers took the window and dove upon Luzella’s muscular back. With their arms around her neck and short swords held high, they struggled to bring down the tall Talon commander. Thier swords came down hard across her pauldrons. Reaching upward, she flipped one of the elves off her back, slamming him to the wet mud below. The remaining elf hacked away at her shoulder plates before too being heaved off directly atop of his comrade. Without hesitation, Luzella drove her spear end of her halberd through both of them, skewering the elves into the blood soaked soil with a loud crunch. The third elf screamed forward at the Kazdruk and swung down wildly. Luzella reached up blocking the blade with her steel wrist bracers. Locking his elvish blade, she pushed upward, forcing his sword towards the dismal sky. With both hands gripping his blade for dear life, his torso was left exposed. The amazonian connected with a devastating elbow strike, bending his chest plate inward. As the feeble elf collapsed to his knees gripping his shattered ribs, she followed up with a hoof to his face ending his misery instantly. Smirking at the failing elves, she peered through the ensuing chaos, looking for more prey.

A glimmer in the distance caught her snow white eyes. Through the downpour and lightning filled furor, she noticed elves scaling the side of the spire, slowly making their way upward.


Luzella smiled maleficently. She turned, pulling her halberd up out of the skewered bodies. She made her way back through the lines of fallen elves and Kazdruk, not bothering to step over them. The corrupted warrior looked upward, watching the group scale back towards the south side of the spire. She kept her eyes on them as she quickly made her way to the back of the spire.


“We can make it men! Just a little farther!” Geem shouted.

Geem and his elvish kind held their long ropes tightly, pulling themselves higher and higher up the Spire walls. The ensuing battle raged on below as hundreds of elves and waves of Kazdruk slashed at each other. The cold rain rolled down Geem’s armor as he kept pulling upward with determination.

“I hope these devils left the door open for us!” A hardy red haired elf yelled to help break the tension.

The group made it three-quarters of the way up as it was the maximum range of their roped arrows. The five elvish men heaved themselves over the railing in exhaustion.The wind and rain was even heavier at their current altitude.  

“Who would expect a group of elves to scale the side of their Spire in the heart of their awful land? Of course the door will be open!” Geem smiled looking at the sinisterly open doorway before them. One elf looked back down over the edge at the tiny dots engaged in battle.

“Geem, if we do find the Queen and rescue her, how do we get her back through the lines of Kazdruk below?”

Geem looked down over the edge, puzzled with a cold glare. “We’ll worry about that when the time comes, brother; one thing at a time. We’ll find the Queen and rendezvous with the others midway within the Spire. Hopefully Tereza can clear and path and we can sneak out the sewers.”


“Aye, Geem. Then onward we go, into the heart of nightmares will shall venture, brother.”

The other elves released their swords in unison, ready to move onward.

Geem looked at his four men proudly.

“Ridlei, Caamrun, Neill, Lu’kas; you’re among my greatest men. It is a true honor that you all volunteered for this. None of us may survive this endeavor, but damn the gods! We will try! Let us find Queen Aria,” Geem spoke, finally pulling his own sword free.

The five slowly crept across the round exposed stone deck before entering the dark entrance and into the gaping mouth of darkness the elvish men went.


Elu slashed at the endless waves of helots, spilling their dark blood before kicking them off his blade. The southern elf found himself in a sea of dying Kazdruk and elves. Fear and adrenaline rushed over him as he thought each swing of his blade would be his last. Among the sea of death and severed flesh, Elu backed up against a high steel barrier. It was the foot of the Spire. It ran horizontally for hundreds of meters before slowly angling upward. After several meters, the barrier finally sharply angled high up along the side of the death tower. Axes and spears grazed off the dark steel as the elf dodged strikes. Elu quickly climbed atop the steel. The top was roughly the same height as him. He pulled himself out of the sea of bodies and chaos. Rolling to his back, he laid on top of the beam for a moment and caught his raspy breath. His chest burned as hard rain pelted his face. He slowly kneeled upward, looking out across the devastating battlefield; Elu was seeing less and less of his own kind. The sea grew darker and darker as elvish skin was flayed before him. A volley of flaming arrows rained across the sky and ripped through the remaining elvish lines.  

He got up fully to his feet and turned to run but what laid before him, along the same elevated barrier, sent a shock of twisting paroxysm through his racing heart. The breath was pulled out of Elu’s lungs as his soul was torn into a thousand screaming treads. Fear flushed through his face at the shocking sight of the woman he loved. Who was this who now stood before him?

Black braids dangled from her head and blew wildly in the harsh winds. He shuddered at the dark Kazdruk markings that now vandalized her beautiful face. Her wicked black armor reflected Elu’s fainthearted and hopeless expression. There she stood, a twisted perverted version of his lost, long love. She stood strong, gripping a blood soaked staff. Her orange cinder like eyes burned through the dark haze of war and pierced sharply into Elu’s very soul.  

Elu mumbled out her name.


She didn’t say a word; she only smirked in vanity, locking her sharp canines together in a animalistic smile.  Elu ran to her, hoping she was only but a prisoner. With his arm extended outward, he reached for her.

“Kamri! You’re alive!”

Kamri grabbed his arm tightly. In a split second, Elu thought there was a chance of hope. A ray of warm light flooded his soul, the world stopped as a deluge of tender memories erupted within. Finally, he had found her alive and they would be together once again.

… but the dark reality all came swirling violently back into play. Kamri smothered his ambition as she twisted his arm and tossed him down hard across the wet steel surface. Elu slid across the elevated barrier, stopping just short of the edge. He peered over the side as his sight meet with a pit of furious Kazdruk, each one grasping toward him. Kamri looked down at him, licking her glossy lips. Not a drop of remorse fell over Kamri, only pure hatred and bloodlust.   

“Get up you fool!” she yelled, twirling her staff and smiling at his weak display.

Elu backed away from the edge and rose to his feet, raising his silver sword up into guard position.

“Kamri, no! What are you doing! Come with me, please! Let us flee this wretched place!…What happened to you? What have they done to you!”

Kamri glared at the southern elf and made her way across the steel towards Elu. She watched him in fury letting her lip curl upward in pride.  

“They’ve shown me the value of darkness.”

“Lies, Kamri! You’ve been spellbound! They destroyed our villages and slaughtered our loved ones. They captured you against your own will!” Elu spat out in disbelief.

“I wasn’t captured Elu. No, I was merely… liberated. Set free to peruse what every being truly desires. Don’t you understand? The elvish houses are weak and the humans are in shambles.  They’ve shown me the path and given me true reason. The weak will perish, the strong will conquer and we will march across their shallow graves!”

Elu shook his head slowly. “No…Please, they’ve done something to you Kamri, they messed with your head. This isn’t you; can’t you see this? We can reverse it! Please, just give me a chance! Come with me…”  

Kamri ignored his pleas, giving into only the fire of combat that raged through her veins. “Join us, Elu, or I’ll strike you down like the rest! Evolution has no room for the weak.” Kamri pronounced aggressively and slashed her staff outward toward Elu.

Elu locked the strike with his blade. It was at that moment that he knew there was no turning her back.

Kamri, his long lost love, was now the enemy.

Geem and his men crept through the dark catedral. The fortress was eerily quiet, save the soft pattering of rain and wind mixed with the bloody conflict unraveling hundreds of meters below. Their elvish eyes scanned across the coal shadows. Flickering candles casted wavy faux movements down the dark hallways. Ornate, crimson banners hung from the slate colored stone walls. Geem looked at the aggressively inlaid Kazdruk insignia that trickled across the blood red flags.

“Where is everyone?” Ridlei whispered out.

“Aye, I don’t like this,“  Neill returned.

“We’re pretty high in this spire; perhaps most of the personnel are lower. But keep your eyes open. We only have brief info to work with. Our scouts reported that prisoners of higher rank are held higher up in the spire,” Geem spoke, shifting his eyes side to side and gripping his hilt tightly. The men searched the upper levels for what seemed like an eternity. Back and forth, they moved looking for stairs, doors or prison cells. Not a single demon or prisoner was found. Only seemingly endless corridors of stone, empty cells and candles.

“We’re wasting time, Geem! I believe we need to get higher,” Ridlei spoke.

Geem nodded. “Right, lets move higher. Everyone back out to the balcony! We’ll take our ropes and launch them higher.”

The group snuck back through the dark winding labyrinth, making their way to the entrance from which they came in from. When the large doorway came into view, the five men made a dash for it.

All five came to a grinding halt when a large demoness suddenly appeared in the doorway. Silhouetted against the dark granite sky, Luzella stood like an impenetrable wall. Blocking the only way in or out, the strong ominous Kazdruk pulled a person out of the shadows into view. A shard of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the female elf being held captive by Luzella. She cried out for Geem.

“Aveyln!” Geem screamed and quickly ran after her. Luzella and Avelyn backed out the doorway onto the roofless, stone turret tower. The cold rain splashed across the two as the muscular demon held her tightly by her neck. Avelyn stood chained at her ankles and wrists. Luzella pushed her to the wet stone and heaved her halberd up.  

“This is what you want, isn’t it, Geem?” She mocked the elves, pointing down at Avelyn who was now struggling to get back to her feet. She rolled across the wet surface, struggling to break free from her shackles. Avelyn finally propped herself onto her side, watching on in horror.

“Kiyler!” Avelyn shouted.  

  “Geem, we need to find the Queen! That is our top priority!” Ridlei spoke out.

“Go! Find the Queen. I’ll settle this once and for all,” Geem yelled to his men, bringing his silver sword into view.

The four men hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave their commander behind.

“Geem! You swore your oath! For King and Country! For House and Queen!  Goddess Eletha and the people of Wayyel! United the houses wi-” Ridlei trailed off.   

“I siad go! That’s an order!” Geem shouted, cutting him off and pointing upward.  

The four sneared in anger but followed his orders, turning to scale the stone wall without their ropes or commander.

“Aww, how noble, Kiyler,” Luzella laughed, ignoring the other elves as they made their way upward. She began to walk the outer perimeter of the circular stone turret, leaving Avelyn on the ground in the middle. She circled Geem slowly, waving her massive axe side to side.

Heavy rain fell across Geem’s face as he held his blade with both hands. He rotated with Luzella, cautiously keeping his crystal blue eyes on her.

“No man will be able to satisfy your precious Avelyn after i’m through with her, Geem,” Luzella snickered. Her white eyes narrowed watching and reading the elvish commander. Geem sneared in pure anger; the thought of the Kazdruk beast raping his fiancée agian cut like a knife, but he tried to keep his cool. He knew anger would not help. He would have to stay calm and collected to defeat Luzella. The two circled around waiting for the other to launch their first strike.  

Kamri launched a vicious salvo of strikes against Elu. The clang of steel rang out over the conflict that was spilling out only mere feet below them. Elu pushed back, swinging his tired arms towards her. He slashed with his blade, trying to break up Kamri’s attacks.

The two swirled around the steel bridge, hacking and slicing at one another. Kamri moved in closer, throwing Elu off guard. She pushed him with her staff, shoving him hard into a massive vertical stabilizer that jutted upward out of the structure. Pinning him against the cold steel, Kamri lunged forward, sinking her sharp canines into his neck. Elu screamed in agony as blood spilled from his neck. Kamri’s eyes flickered in pleasure as his warm blood erupted in her mouth, the taste of hot iron drove her wild, quenching her lust for blood. Elu tried pushing her off as she was lost in blind bloodlust; she moaned in defiance, not wanting to pull off her twisted source of provision. Elu finally kicked her back, snapping her out of her feeding frenzy.

Raising her staff back up, Kamri smiled in delight. Fresh thick blood lay smeared across her lips, chin, and chest.

  “I can taste the weakness in you Elu; the generations of weakness in you and your decrepit kind.”

Elu swung out in fear now; he stumbled with clumsy, uncontrolled swings. Kamri simply dodged them, eyeing the man down in supremacy. Elu pushed forward and launched a low strike towards her leg. His body now faltering and weak, Kamri chipped the sluggish strike off to the side and knocked Elu’s sword out of his hand in the process. In one smooth motion, she spun her staff around before driving in straight into Elu’s solar plexus. Her staff pierced through him before punching into the vertical steel beam behind him. Elu gasped in silent misery. His mouth fell agape and his hands wrapped around the bloodsoaked Kazdruk weapon that now left him skewered to the cold wall. Kamri warped her clawed gauntlet around Elu’s head and pulled herself closer.

Blood began to trickle from Elu’s mouth as his eyes began to slowly fade.

“You were a fool to come here. You confused bravery with fatuity, and that was your undoing. Such a waste…” Kamri spoke smoothly before running her tongue across his neck, lapping up the fresh treasure trove of blood.

“You were always a push over and too frail for me anyway, Elu,” Kamri smiled tenderly. Holding Elu’s heavy head, she pulled his hair back. Kamri leaned in, and softly kissed him across his bloody lips. She shifted her tongue across his one last time while moaning in euphoria.

”Good night, Elu,” she finally whispered into his pointed ear.

  In a crazed mix of sexual ferocity she severed his head off with her talon like gauntlets. Holding his long locks tightly, Elu’s head swung like pendulum. She looked over the dying conflict in amusement. Only a wave of Kazdruk remained roaring in triumph. The Kazdruk woman removed her sharp staff. Elu’s body slumped to the steel barrier followed by a wave of blood. Kamri rose Elu’s head over the dark battlefield and the Kazdruk battle cries grew louder at her sight. Shocks of warm heat drove through Kamri’s entire body, down her legs and through her toes. It was the final torrent of pure malevolence and corruption surging through her body.

Her metamorphosis was complete.

The Elven Queen stood at the top of the Spire, looking at the conflict below. Not much could be made of the tiny Kazdruk and elf figures, barely visible in the rain and heavy mist. There was no real way to discern who was winning, but the faint sounds of the clashing of steel and screams from both sides were enough for Aria to know it was a brutal fight.

“Enjoying the show?”

Yuldasha’s sultry voice caught Aria’s attention. The sorceress walked softly, hooves clicking on the smooth floor as she approached Aria.

“Your people are there. Fighting.. and dying.. for you. Just to get you back. Their precious, beloved Queen. It’s adorable…” Yuldasha grinned, placing a hand on Aria’s shoulder. The Queen looked as pure and innocent as ever in her white garments. Her makeup and hair immaculate and her skin smooth and unblemished. Only a the dark pulsating crown on her head showing any sign of the depravity she went through. Aria glanced up behind her, icy blue eyes staring up at the Kazdruk leader towering over her. Aria closed her eyes, bowing her head.

“They’re fools… they shouldn’t have come. Not for me. So many will die.”

Yuldasha smiled and moved in front of Aria, brushing her hand over the queen’s face, almost lovingly.

“My dear Queen. There is one common rule across the universe, from Kazdruk to elf to human. The masses are weak. They don’t just need the strong hand of the few to guide them, they desire it. They want nothing more than to be given purpose by those of us with the will to do so. All Kazdruk in this realm live and die by my command. That is their purpose. They are pawns to be guided.” Yuldasha’s hand caressed Aria’s cheek and stroked her hair slowly as she spoke, weaving her words in with her movements.

“Just as your people are yours. You do not serve them, Aria. You never have. They serve you. Their lives belong to you.”

Aria sighed softly at the sorceress’ touch. Yuldasha’s words seemed to make perfect sense. Her people did need her. It was only right that they give their lives for her. Yuldasha was right… the Master is always right.

“Yes… it’s… it’s for the greater good… I can… help my people. I can make them understand… they won’t have to suffer. There can be peace.” Aria reasoned with herself, with the pure, empathetic side that remained within her.

Yuldasha smiled and turned to walk over to her throne, beckoning the Queen to follow. She sat, gazing at Aria as she approached the throne.

“I asked you before if you would help me in an important matter, and time is of the essence. Your people will arrive shortly.” The sorceress parted her legs, letting dark Kazdruk magic materialize her intimidating member. With a grin, she ran her hand along her freshly summoned cock. It rapidly hardened and stood erect and proud. Aria watched, her corrupted libido already making her flushed at the sight.

Yuldasha’s emerald eyes glanced at her own cock, and then at Aria.

“Come, little Queen.” The sorceress patted her lap.

“Now, master? But my people…”

“Dear Aria, surely you do not need another lesson on why I shouldn’t be questioned, hm? Yes. Now.”

Aria nodded. Yuldasha’s command seemed only to arouse her more. The once proud and pure queen stripped off her top and thong without another word and climbed atop the waiting sorceress. She let out a quiet moan as she guided the tip of Yuldasha’s horsecock to her moist pussy, lowering herself onto it.


Luzella broke the circle and charged towards Geem. She quickly enclosed on the smaller elvish man. The demonic brute came down hard with her massive halberd forcing Geem to dive out of the way before the Kazdruk steel pulverized the stone deck. The strong hit sent up sparks, gravel, and pulverized chips of stone in all directions. Geem rolled back up to his feet and quickly charged Luzella as she was busy reseting her long axe. The amazonian smiled and backhanded him hard across his face before he had a chance to raise his sword. The solid impact sent him flying backward hard into the wall of the spire. Luzella pulled her halberd up and rested it over her shoulder like a lumberjack. Slowly, she walked towards Geem. As she got closer, her towering build casted a shadow over the fallen elf.

“This is what they sent to rescue the Queen?” Luzella laughed.

Geem scrambled to get back to his feet, but had his legs kicked out from under him as quickly as he got up. The elvish soldier tumbled back to the ground hard, holding his knee in pain. Luzella walked towards him again.

“The way you elves struggle is what I find most gratifying… The way you crawl like wounded lamb, waiting for the inevitable strike of a hungry predator. Look here, an elvish knight of such immeasurable caliber, such grand virtue and gleaming prestige can’t even get to his feet,” Luzella declared softly, now stepping over him, resting her powerful hooves on either side of his torso. She looked down at her victim, smiling a brash grin.  

“You will die today, Kiyler Geem!”

Geem shifted back and forth quickly, kicking and slipping on the wet surface in an attempt to crawl away on his back. Luzella followed him slowly, towering over him.

“Avelyn will be my little bitch, on her knees beside me like a trained Keeat. She’ll pleasure me every night as your elven houses burn to cinders around us. I will make sure Avelyn polishes your skull everyday, as it will be centred in my trophy case surrounded by the severed heads of everyone you ever loved. ” Luzella spat with a hint of venom before she brought her axe down hard again.  

24Spire battle

  Geem moved his torso sideways, just barely dodging her assault. He got back to his feet, and quickly ran straight towards Luzella, plowing into her in blind anger. He tackled the heavy amazon like a human spear, causing both to drop their weapons. The hard lunge knocked Luzella backward and the two feel to the soaked stone surface.

Luzella grinned on her back, looking upward through the downpour of rain, amused at the sudden outburst. Geem pinned her and opened up in a tempest of rage and furor. He launched punches and strikes towards the amazon. Luzella held her wrists up deflecting most of his punches.   

“Atta boy, Geem! Fight me like a man, get your prude little hands dirty!”

Geem clutched both his fists together, rose them high over his head, and slammed down to try and break Luzella’s iron block. The wild swing had no effect on the amazon; she only returned a soft smile before headbutting him hard in the face and breaking his nose. She grabbed his torso and tossed him off to the side like a child. Geem slid across the slick stone, tumbling over before rising to his feet dazed, blood pouring from his face. With his sword on the other side of the turret, he reached down and pulled out his combat dagger. Luzella was already closing the distance; she didn’t bother grabbing her halberd on the way. The amazon was out for blood. She wanted Geem’s head and she would rip it off with her bare hands if she had to. She swiftly enclosed on Geem and threw a right hook with her entire bodyweight behind it. Geem ducked quickly in fear and Luzella’s fist smashed into the Kazdruk stone behind him. Small chunks of stone wall crumbled to the ground.

“Hold still you little maggot!“ Luzella swung around tossing another jab at Geem. The elf quickly dodged the strike and came up quickly slashing outward with his dagger. He scored a hit, but the blade slashed across her chest armor. The elvish man followed through with a second slash. This time Luzella was ready. The amazonian demon was heavy but she wasn’t slow. She caught his wrist, breaking the slash’s forward movement. She crushed his wrist and lifted him by his arm causing Geem’s feet to come off the ground. Dangling and kicking, he struggled to find the ground beneath him. As Geem dangled helplessly, the amazon punched him relentlessly in his face and chest region. Each punch railed into the elf like a ramrod.   

“I’ll gonna rip you limb from limb, little man,” Luzella smiled in maddened delight. “I’m going to make sure your screams reach Wayyel.”

Luzella crushed Geem’s wrist harder and squeezed out a cry of pain. The elvish soldier dropped his dagger in response and Luzella caught it with her free hand. In one smooth volley, she drove his own dagger through Geem’s hand, pinning it to the Spire wall. Luzella flashed her teeth and let go, letting Geem’s body fall. Suspended by only the dagger in his hand, Geem gritted his teeth, grunting in unbearable, seering pain. His boots kicked back and forth a foot above the ground. Helplessly, he tried everything to take his own weight off the blade. He reached upward and tried to remove the dagger but was meet with another punch to his face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Luzella mocked.” You aren’t going anywhere. We’re just starting to have some fun.”

Avelyn watched on in horror. She struggled in her tangled mess of heavy chains to get to her feet and try helping. She dragged herself across the wet stone toward Luzella. She moved as quickly as she could while Luzella was distracted. On her way over, Avelyn lifted Geem’s sword with her shackled hands and kept moving toward the two.

  Luzella warped her right hand around Geem’s neck and slowly squeezed, cutting off his supply of air.  “There’s so many ways to kill your rodent kin, all of them pleasurable. But I think i’ll play with you some first and watch your weak body struggle as your pretty face turns blue.”

Geem kicked trying to break free. Avelyn came up along the demon’s side and quickly jabbed inward at the side of her stomach.

“What the-“

Luzella spun slightly at the last minute, deflecting the blade downward. Avelyn was met with a hard elbow to her face and fell backward in the entanglement of her chains. Geem took the moment to reach up and pull the knife from his hand. He dropped himself back to the ground, splashing up rain water. Without wasting a second, he charged Luzella, driving the blade between the spacing in her chest armor. The blade glided upward, stabbing under her collar bone.  Luzella’s eyes shot open wide in fatal surprise. Geem pushed into her with all his weight. The amazon roared out in pain as the silver blade pierced her skin and sank deep into her flesh. She backpedaled while slowly falling backward. Geem didn’t let up and continued pushing into her. Further and further the two moved back, until the two reached the spire’s edge. Luzella howled in protest as she was unable to stop her backward momentum. Her top-heavy build teetered over the cliff like stone edge. With every last bit of temper fueled strength Geem pushed.

“Rot in hell, you bitch!” Geem spat as he twisted the dagger hilt and kicked Luzella over the side of spire. The colossal Kazdruk disappeared over the edge. She fell, wailing far into the rainy mist until her bellows fell silent.

Geem feel backward in exhaustion laying on his back. His face bloodied and bruised, he clutched his damaged hand as the cold rain enveloped him. His chest heaved up and down heavily in raspy short strokes. Avelyn dragged herself to his side. Neither said any words, they only held each other tightly for a few minutes.

“ I knew you’d come back for me, Kiyler,” Aveyln smiled.

Aria slid down Yuldasha’s meaty cock in a sigh of pleasure. She moaned softly as the Kazdruk member stretched her lips. Yuldasha ran her hands along the Queen’s soft hips, pulling her down tightly. In a twisted flagitious manner the demoness smiled as the elven Queen started to grind onto her with her own free will. Destructive Kazdruk magic flowed like a black waterfall, tingling through Aria’s fingertips and running down her spine. She screamed in corrupt alleviation, feeding into her own avidity and satisfaction. Her elvish allegiance ceased to exist as the longing and persuasive stygian lust overpowered her.

Aria’s icy eyes glazed over in pure pleasure. She wanted one thing now and one thing only – Yuldasha’s seed. Aria’s alabaster breasts bounced as she grabbed the back of the Kazdruk throne and rocked her body faster and faster. Yuldasha grinned at the Queen’s eagerness and brushed her plump lips across the elf’s nipple. She suckled on her blush tit before softly biting. Aria moaned out louder, letting herself indulge in the nebulous act. Ionized cobalt sparks crackled across the floor around the chamber. As Aria rod her master’s member faster, the blots arced out further.

“Aria, I have an important task for you,” Yuldasha spoke out between thrusts.

Aria could hardly focus now. Her cerulean eyes rolled back in bliss. Feebly, she wrapped her arms around Yuldasha, pulling her twat across her thick shaft.

“Yes, YES! Master!” The Queen was hysterical. She couldn’t coherently form a thought to respond. Flashes of azure and vibrant whites erupted in Aria’s eyes as she mumbled in pleasure bringing herself to an intense orgasm.

“Don’t stop master! Don’t stop, please!” Aria pleaded. Yuldasha pulled back on the Queen’s long snowy hair, now thrusting harder into the elf’s tight cunt.

“I’m going to send you back to Wayyel… and with a nice going away present. How does that sound?” Yuldasha gritted through her teeth plowing into the northern elf.

Aria was too far gone at this point. Awashed in a torrent of euphoria and exaltation, the Queen only locked eyes with Yuldasha and gasped in nectarous rapture. Yuldasha’s serpentine eyes flared a brilliant fiery green. The eccentric elf became lost in Yuldasha’s gaze as the cobalt shards of conjury sparked up from the floor in a wild fire storm of lighting. The Kazdruk sorceress moaned out as her thick cock erupted deep inside the Queen of Wayyel. In sappy slavos, the balmy seed was pumped deep into Aria’s womb.

Impregnation of Queen Aria1

Aria’s delirium swirled into a serrated stupor. She looked onward past the back of Yuldasha’s stone throne. Lost in the afterglow, Aria focused on a pusleing vision that was slowly materializing before her. A swirling cobalt orb opened up violently, casting shards of     magical phosphorescent bolts in all directions. A harrowing revelation imploded forward in front of the Queen. Clear as glass, an image of Aria floated within the large orb, revealing the future. There she stood pregnant, bearing an unknown child.  Aria slowly rocked up and down, letting the wicked seed stir inside her. The moment of dark conception washed over Aria as thick globs of the white cum poured out. Yuldasha pulled the elf’s hips down as she sank her heavy memeber one last time.

“You’ll make an excellent mother,” Yuldasha smiled.  


Geem started trying to undue Avelyn’s chains. He smiled as he became lost in her deep emerald eyes. The lucid northern elf reached up and ran her hand across his smooth face. Adrift in love and finally reunited, the two locked lips. Kissing each other softly, Avelyn’s minty eyes suddenly shot open in panic.


Behind Geem, Luzella arose from the Spire ledge, knife still lodged in her upper chest. She leapt down and struck out. Geem turned, but it was too late. The broad demon battered Geem across his face. Like a lump of coal, Geem collapsed out cold. Luzella reached down and lifted him by his neck. She watched Avelyn scurry in hysteria. Before she could get far, the amazon pinned her to the ground under her hoof.

“There’s a reason I like to look into the eyes of my prey,”  Luzella spoke, shaking Geem’s lifeless body and letting his legs dangle in the wind. “Wake up! I want to look into yours while I crush the life out of you!” Luzella barked and slapped him hard across his face. Geem’s vision started to restore. He awoke to a blurry yet familiar Kazdruk smiling at him. He quickly started to panic when he fully regained consciousness.

“Atta boy.”

Geem struggled to free himself. The whole world started spinning as Luzella slowly crushed his neck. He feebly kicked and punched but he was much too weak. His powerless attempts to free himself faded as he hung on the edge of death.

Avelyn struggled under the amazon’s hoof in a last ditch effort to free herself, but the demon’s weight held her fast. Luzella’s face light up in delight as she tore Geem’s embedded dagger from herself. Holding the dying elf up high, she reached up with his dagger, letting the sharp tip rest on his sternum.

“Farwell Geem!”   

Avelyn wailed in protest underneath as she looked up at her fiancée’s final moments.

A jagged bolt of dark green energy streaked across the air, striking Luzella’s hand before she could inflict the final blow. The searing lime orb exploded, causing her to drop Geem and stumble backward. In a feverish frenzy of anger Luzella turned to view the person responsible for ruining her long sought after kill.

A slow clap emitted from close by, disturbing the intense moment.

Yuldasha stood there clapping, her face glowing full of amusement. She walked out into the rain followed closely by various Kazdruk officers, including Aeltha. A group of Kazdruk soldiers marched in close behind holding Geem’s entire captured team. The Kazdruk troops encircled Geem, Avelyn, and Luzella. Two of the Kazdruk moved in quickly and kicked Geem and Avelyn down to their knees.

Luzella picked up one of her fellow Kazdruk soldiers in furious irritation. “YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF -”

Yuldasha slowed her clapping to an obnoxiously slow mocking pace. “Temper, temper, Luzella. Drop him now!” Yuldasha ordered. Luzella gritted her canines in spite and dropped the soldier. She turned and marched toward Yuldasha demanding answers.

“You stripped me of my rightful kill! Why?” Luzella roared in anger now staring down at Yuldasha dominantly.

Yuldasha waved her hand lightly, blasting out another orb of malevolent magic. Arcs sparked across Luzella’s body like a web. The great demoness fell to her knees in barbed agony. Yuldasha walked past her as smoke bellowed off the ballista’s body. With her temper cooled and ego bruised, Luzella rose back to her hooves. Aeltha smiled at her silently, shaking her head side to side.    

“An Impressive feat, I must admit,” Yuldasha sneered walking towards the two elves. “Ladies and gentlemen, the great Kiyler Geem of Wayyel!” she continued. “I saw your little battle with Luzella here through my scrying orb… how awe-inspiring.” Yuldasha stopped at Geem’s side and placed her hand on his shoulder.

  “Trying to take down one of my most decorated soldiers single handedly? I suppose that’s almost admirable,” Yuldasha sneered. “But you came here uninvited, killed my soldiers, and tried stealing from me, Geem. And for that, you will pay dearly. Tell me, how many soldiers of mine did you kill getting here Geem? Hmm? One, Ten, Fifty? A hundred?”

Geem only coughed, still holding his neck.

“Speak boy!” Yuldasha snapped.

“I’m…I’m not sure,” Geem muttered out.     

“Wrong answer! You didn’t deny killing any. So, you take something from me, I take something from you, Mr. Geem.” Yuldasha nodded at a Kazdruk guard. He quickly brought forth Ridlei.

“No, please, take me instead!” Geem shouted.

Yuldasha paused for a moment considering the idea. Ridlei struggled in the guard’s grip and spat a wad of saliva towards Yuldasha, snapping the demoness out of thought. She looked at Ridlei in anger, then she turned her gaze towards the rest of Geem’s rag tag group. Raising her thin eyebrow in detest, she reached out with her hand. Vivid chartreuse flames ignited around the four captured warriors. Three Kazdruk guards became caught in the intense wash of green fire.

Yuldasha smirked in joviality as the congregation of elvish men and Kazdruk alike screamed out in agony. The men fell to the ground rolling in flames. Thier blood curdling screams turned to muffled gasps of oxygen deprived squeals. Yuldasha’s serpentine eyes flickered. The flames instnesfied reaching up skyward. The malicious matriarch extinguished only the jade flames encircling Ridlei. The rest of the men perished quickly in the Kazdruk hellfire. With her other hand, she raised Ridlei to the air, letting his dying charred body float softly in front of her. The elf moaned in pain as his skin flaked away, ashes spilling to the rain filled ground below.

“ So charming you elves are… part of me almost wants to keep you alive, so you may witness the eradication of your own kind, “ Yuldasha thought for a moment as the dying elf’s body continued to crumble apart like deeply charred wood. She shook her head, reached out and flicked the elf’s chest with her middle finger. The light tap shattered his petrified toso like a piece of brittle glass. Yuldasha turned to face Geem as Ridlei’s remains washed away in the heavy rain.    

“Aeltha, bring forth Queen Aria. If the Queen is what he came for, then the Queen is what he shall receive.”

“Yes, Master,” Aeltha responded and walked back inside. The crimson skin demoness returned shortly with Queen Aria.

Yuldasha looked at Geem and then slowly angled her face toward Avelyn while tightening her lips into a crooked smile.

“You didn’t have to kill those men!” Geem yelled in outrage and his face red in hatred. He attempted to rise to his feet. Yuldasha reached out her palm, her fingertips sparking with green. Geem backed down in frustration, thinking better of it.

“That’s a good boy, Geem. I don’t think you’re fully appreciating my generous hospitality. By all rights I should have killed you a long ago or let Luzella here finish the job,” Yuldasha spoke, brushing flakes of Ridlei’s body off her skin in disgust. “You’re in luck, Geem. It would seem your frivolous and petty gods are shining down on you today. I’m going to let you walk away from this spire… alive. Not only will you leave with your life intact but I’m also giving you a choice.” The demoness drove her index finger square into his chest. “You may pick one and ONLY one. You may leave with Avelyn… or Queen Aria.”

Geem looked at her blankly, his face twisting to a sheet of disper. Then he turned to his Queen and then quickly to Avelyn. His heart ached as if it was dissolving in a pool of acid.

His job was to return the Queen home at all cost. It was his duty. His gaze slowly fell on Luzella who was now grinning in elation. He thought in disgust of what Luzella would do with Avelyn, making his decision far more difficult.      

“You wretched whore! You ask the impossible!” Geem exploded in anger.

Yuldasha smacked Geem across his face, knocking him over.

“Only impossible for a fool. Now make your decision!” she paused.  “… before I change my mind,” Yuldasha spat, igniting her blazing whip of aether.

Geem looked at Avelyn and his eyes began welling up with salty tears.

“I’m sorry,” he softly mouthed.

“I… I… choose… Aria,” Geem responded quietly, his voice cracking in uncertainty. “For House… and Queen,” he muttered, knowing the consequences if he were to return home without her.

“What was that elvish filth? Speak up!” Yuldasha ordered, lashing out with her whip.

“I choose Queen Aria!” Geem shouted looking straight at Yuldasha this time.

Avelyn’s face turned to horror laced with immense heartbreak.  

“Kiyler! How could you!”

Luzella’s grin curled upward in a wickedly destructive smile. Yuldasha followed with a smirk of her own as she turned away retracting her whip.

“Luzella, I believe Avelyn was your property? I stole your kill, the least I can do is return your slave. Take her away! she’s all yours!” Luzella smiled and hastily grabbed Avelyn.

“No! please! Kiyler! Don’t let her take me!” Avelyn struggled and screamed as Luzella apprehended her and began to drag her toward the Spire entrance. She gave up fighting as they passed Queen Aria. She looked over toward the Queen and the two made eye contact. Aria’s eyes flashed a blizzardy icy blue-white and smiled venomously toward Avelyn. Her eyes quickly flickered back to normal before anyone noticed.

Yuldasha turned towards the Elvish Queen. She leaned into her pointed ear ans whispered, “Farewell, Queen Aria, we will certainly be in touch,” patting Aria softly on her stomach.

Aria approached Geem with a fictitious forced smile although still carrying herself with royalty.

“Thank you, Geem; your service to your people and house Wayyel shall never be forgotten. You are a true hero.”

Geem remained silent knowing he betrayed his love leaving her in the hands of Luzella. He only nodded and sheathed his sword.

“Well, Queen Aira and Geem, it has been a pleasure. I have ordered my troops to stand down. You’re free to leave. Take your remaining dilapidated troops with you. We will provide you with horses. My scouts have reported that a few of your ships are still ashore. Take your rotting vessels and leave.”

“Why are you letting us go, why not lock us up like the rest? Why did you save me? Why did you even capture our Queen?” Geem asked.

Yuldasha smiled. “You ask too many questions, boy; I simply have no use for her anymore and I need you to relay a message to your king. Tell him we’re coming. Soon your land will be set ablaze and your rivers will flow strong with blood.”    

“But that doesn’t make any-”

“Goodbye Mr. Geem!” Yuldasha spat harshly, cutting him off. She turned her back on him and returned to the spire. Sorceress Aeltha smirked at the two, before leading her hand outward towards the Spire entrance.

“If you would follow me, I’ll show you the way out.”

Spire of Torment. Chapter 23 : Loose Chains & Tight Knots

By: Lucien

“… yes, but Master Yuldasha! Our scouts report that the elves are even closer than before! Are you sure you don’t want us to intervene now?” the stocky Kazdruk spoke sternly.

Yuldasha glared at the Talon commander before lashing out with an aether whip, wrapping it around his throat.

“Hmmm, are you questioning my orders, commander?” Yuldasha hissed, moving closer.

“No…no of course not, Master!” The Kazdruk winced in pain as the whip began to burn into his thick, muscular neck. The blistering sizzle and popping of his flesh pierced through the silent chamber.

Luzella, along with the other Talon commanders, watched on in amusement. Luzella’s lush lips puckered in a slight smile. Smugly, she watched the insubordination, silently hoping her master would sever his head clean off.

Yuldasha rested the whip for a few moments, letting the cable sink deeper into the demon’s neck. Smoke bellowed out as the aether magic cauterized his leathery skin. The Kazdruk’s knees wobbled and his eyes flinched as the searing pain became unbearable. Smiling in twisted delight, Yuldasha slowly lowered the whip off him. “You all have your orders. Allow these tenacious elves to come forth. Not all of them, but some. They will be after the elvish Queen. If they continue with their predictable movements, I estimate they will attack tomorrow. Move all of your troops to your designated sections – am I understood?”

The surrounding Talon leaders brought their fists hard against their chests and yelled in unison. “Hail Yuldasha!”

“You are all dismissed,” she directed. The Talon leaders turned and left.

Aeltha made her way into Yuldasha’s chamber slowly. Her smooth gait flickered the rows of violet candles as she brushed by. She stopped before giving a shallow bow to Yuldasha.

Yuldasha sat in her throne, her eyes flickering with a hint of indignation. Watching Aeltha closely, she slowly tapped her sharp nails across the stone handrest.

“Good evening, Master,” Aeltha purred.

“Save the formalities, Aeltha,” Yuldasha snapped, rising to her hooves.

Aeltha swallowed hard. A tingle of fear ran down between her shoulder blades.

“Tell me, Aeltha; how is the campaign fairing to the East?”

Aeltha froze for a moment before responding.

“It goes well, Master.”

“Indeed it does…” Yuldasha turned, walking out onto her balcony high above the spire. She looked over the railing, out across the brilliant night sky.

“Gaze upon those stars, Aeltha. Look at how each star floats among the heavens. Each orb is its own separate entity.”

Aeltha followed her Master, gazing at the fine dots of fire among the heavens.   

Yuldasha glanced down at the sorceress before turning her gaze to the moon, “ They twinkle as a unified tapestry of power. Most importantly though Aeltha – they never lose track of the moon.

“Is there anything you wish to inform me about, Aeltha?”

“No, Master. Everything is going as planned…”

Yuldasha suddenly turned in anger, grappling Aeltha’s neck.

Who’s plan? You play me as a fool, sorceress? ”

Jade flames erupted along Yuldasha’s arms as she brought Aeltha to her knees. The crackling of flames reflecting off Yuldahsa’s angered face.

“Tell me, Aeltha – who is this Harbinger? This…Baroness… This Succubus?“ Yuldasha sizzled. “Perhaps your work has gone too far sorceress…hmm?”

Yuldasha ran her finger along Aeltha’s neck, stroking her soft red skin. Aeltha opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Yuldasha as she placed her hand firmly over the sorceress’s mouth, nodding her finger side to side.

“You made the perfect soldier, perhaps too perfect…you’ve lost control of her, haven’t you! But you’re too proud to admit it…” Yuldasha spoke arrogantly. She bent over, letting her breasts heave forward, almost spilling out of her top. Yuldasha brought her face close to Aeltha’s. The Kazdruk queen’s green serpent eyes glowed vibrantly as she gazed into Aeltha’s own.

“You’ve run your chain with too much slack, sorceress. You’ve lost control of the one named Lillium! Your creature!” Yuldasha snapped, her hand still smothering any excuse Aeltha might offer.

“You need not answer that question, for the answer is already obvious. Aeltha, dearest… I don’t enjoy having things out of my control. This Lillium of yours is becoming a risk. Helots are abandoning posts, the blood Cult of Morkate has rekindled. Who knows what she’ll do next? She’s stretching her wings a bit too far; she needs to be put back in her place!” Yuldasha paused for a moment, gliding her fingers across Aeltha’s collarbone. “You’re one my most paramount assets, Aeltha. I’ll give you one chance to rectify this situation before it unravels out of control any further. Bring this Lillium before me; let me gaze upon her enticing flesh in person. I think we need a talk.”

Aeltha nodded without saying a word. Yuldasha smiled, unfastening the thin fabric across her hips and exposing her soft pussy lips before Aeltha’s face.

“As for you, Aeltha, prove to me your continued allegiance,” Yuldasha purred.

Aeltha looked up willingly, nuzzling her lips against her master’s velvet cunt. Yuldasha’s eyes

fluttered in euphoric bliss as the sorceress’ lapped at her master’s clit. Running her fingers through Aeltha’s black hair, Yuldasha moaned in approval letting the sorceress’ head bob back and forth softly under the light of the milky moon.


Elu and Geem crept around the south side of the spire, trailed by a small force of elves.

They could make out faint torch lights along the spire’s perimeter. The massive beacon of torment and depravity jutted skyward, high into the barren swirling sky.

The plan was simple – and suicidal. At daybreak, the remaining northern and southern elvish forces would storm the spire head-on while Geem and a select few would scale the side of the spire looking for the Queen. The plan was shoddy at best, but no one could think of an alternative.

Strangely enough, there was no signs of Kazdruk activity. Perhaps they didn’t worry about forces ever appearing this deep behind lines.

“I think it’s a trap,” Geem muttered. “Not a single godforsaken demon.”

“Perhaps most of them are past us, along the shores,” Elu shrugged.

“Maybe they’re sleeping?” another elf snickered.

Geem and Elu made absurd faces at the young soldier.

“The Kazdruk don’t sleep. They only rape and pillage… and murder…” Geem responded.

The young elf frowned at their grimness. He, along with his brethren, could very well die tomorrow morning. A cold breeze swept across the arid desert, further decimating hope.

“Are the others in place?” Geem questioned.

“Aye, the teams are ready, sir,” Elu spoke.

“Good. We wait until sunrise then. Get rest, everyone.” Geem paused for a moment looking to the stars. He closed his eyes, placing his thumb across his forehead.  “May Eletha shine down on us.”  




Kamri swung hard and precise, her muscles twisting along her arms as she brought her staff down hard. Her movements fluid, yet striking like stone. Looking over her armored plated shoulder, she noticed Brazeek and his ragtag posse assembling around the fighting circle.

“Shit, not these guys again…” Kamri whispered under her breath. Pausing, she brought her staff to her side, annoyed by the interruption.

Brazeek entered the fighting pit with Kamri. His men circled around the pit, eyeing her in hunger and vile appetency.

“Looking to play again, huh Brazeek?” Kamri smiled.

Brazeek smirked as he got closer. His scarred face and lip remained silent, shrouding his true intentions.  

“What’s the matter? You need a whole group to take me now? You must be pretty desperate.”

Brazeek looked slightly embarrassed as he came within torch light view. He wasn’t carrying himself with his usual bully-like disposition, something was off.

“K-Kamriii Riiight?” the large Kazdruk chuckled.

Kamri nodded. Ready to fight, her orange eyes glowed like cinders in the low spire light.

“I’m…uhhh…errr…” Brazeek began to fumble over his words, his memory relaying the painful encounter he had with her a few nights back.  Kamri looked on puzzled for a moment, slightly relaxing her form.

“Well, what is it? You want a piece of me or what?” Kamri sneared.

Brazeek looked over his shoulder at the others then back at her.

“ I…I want…wannnt you tooo join my Talon! Fight alongside me and my brethren tomorrow!”

Her eyes opened wide in amusement, unsure if she heard him correctly. She didn’t know what to say.

“…what did you just say?” Kamri smiled, holding back nervous laughter.  

“Join my Talon! “ Brazeek spoke again, this time saluting his fist to his large chest.

Kamri thought for a moment. His question completely caught her off guard. It surely was not what she was expecting. If he was sincere – which she doubted – he could be a useful asset up against both Jelthra and Luzella. Besides, she craved battle, she craved blood along her lips. She had nothing to lose and only respect and honor to gain.

“Alight, Brazeek. I’ll join your Talon,” Kamri spoke raising her staff.

Brazeek laughed out.

” Gooood! good! join us then! Let us dine in the great hall!”

Brazeek’s face light up with joy. Some of his other talon members cheered along.

Kamri smirked in uneasiness, still not trusting any of them. She kept her guard up but decided to join them.    

The group left the fighting pit, making their way towards the mess hall and down the dark coiling corridors. One of the talon members approached Kamri from behind, awing over her firm athletic ass as she walked beside Brazeek. The member reached out to fondle her smooth rear. Kamri spun around quickly, grabbing his wrist before twisting it awkwardly. He fell forward into Kamri’s awaiting strike. Her elbow connected with his nose in a hard crunch, breaking bone and cartilage. The soldier emitted a canine like cry as a torrent of fresh blood spilled down his face and chest. Kamri finished by kicking out the side of his knee cap. The demon growled out in misery as he crumbled to the ground. She leapt down and straddled him, pinning him to the ground. She reached down under his leather battle skirt, clutching his balls hard. The demon’s face winced in agony as he tried crawling out from under her.  

The other Kazdruk didn’t intervene.They only watched on in a mix of awe and fear.

“Let me make one thing clear, any of you try to touch me without my ok, I’ll sever your balls off and feed them to the Keeats. Then, in your sleep, while you’re mending your lack of manhood, I’ll slit your fucking throat and let you slowly drown in your own blood.” Kamri spat glaring at the members, her eyes burning with rage.

Some of the Kazdruk backed away nodding in fear, not wanting any trouble, others cheered her on, and still others laughed at the beaten talon member. Brazeek chuckled hard extending his hand, offering to help Kamri up. Kamri took his hand as he pulled her back to her feet. The two grinned at each other mischievously before moving to the mess hall.


Cazel raced to her feet in terror as ember eyes enclosed on her. Her boots carried her quickly across the granite like cave floor. Gold hair swung side to side as she frantically searched for a way out. With deep raspy breaths she ran, only to find another wall of feral beasts emerging from the cavernous shadows. Cazel covered her shriek with her leather glove as she stared in horror at the abominations. They had a familiar look but still somehow different. Wolves… she thought to herself. But something was off about them. They looked malevolent as if they had arrived with the Kazdruk invasion. Some were much larger than normal wolves. Long hawks of discolored hair ran up between their long, twisting horns. Cazel had never seen wolf breeds like this, nor had she ever heard of them. Surely a creature of this stature would be spoken of by hunter or woodsman a like, or at least rumored of in every rum soaked tavern across DelHelshan. Her pupils dilated at the shocking realization. The creatures looked like a godforsaken mix of Keeat and wolf.

A group of the hellish wolves snarled towards Cazel as their hair along their backs began to rise in aggression. Cazel slowly moved backward, unsheathing her steel dagger and keeping her frosted blue eyes on them. She didn’t want to make any sudden movements. Cazel’s heart pounded faster as she heard a distinctively deeper growl come from behind. The small pack in front of her suddenly lowered their bushy tails and scurred backward away from her. Turning around slowly, she rested her eyes upon the alpha of the cave system. There was no mistaking it. He appeared almost twice the size of the others. Cazel trembled in fear and started to back away. She couldn’t help by notice his growing cock between his furry hind legs.  

The beast lashed out, horns first and without warning. It’s sharp canines snapped at the air. Cazel ducked backward, slashing outward with her steel dagger. Before she could regain herself, the animal was already circling around, snapping at her leg. The elf twisted, cutting her dagger out again. The steel missed, slicing the thick cave air. A tear rang out as the behemoth wolf ripped apart the backing of her clothing. Shreds of linen and leather flayed off. Cazel was quickly knocked to the ground by a heavy paw. The hit sent her dagger tumbling across the cave floor before bouncing into the abyss of a chasm.

Rolling to her stomach, she kneeled to stand back up. Before the elf could return to her feet, the lumbering beast tore at her leather trousers. Cazel kicked backward as her soft ass cheeks became exposed. The wolf continued, shredding the entire hip region of her pants off. Weighty paws pushed her back down as the creature drove his cold muzzle between her elvish cheeks. With a snarl it tore her thong from her ass before mounting her. Cazel trembled under the great wolf as it laid his paws across her shoulders. Shivers drove up her spine as the beast growled softly next to her pointed ears.

Cazel let out a gasp as the beast pushed his precum soaked cock against her exposed cunt.

With hard thrusts forward, the meaty member pushed into her nether lips and stretching the tiny entrance. Cazel gripped the cavern floor as the veiny cock forced its way deep into her tight twat. More wolves gathered around, sniffing the mating in the air. Each beast’s erected cocks dangled, spilling precum across the granite in anticipation. Cazel arched her back, taking the alpha’s cock deep inside her. Cazel whimpered in a mix of fear and taboo pleasure. He humped his mate, locking his hind leg over her hip and bucking wildly into her. In crazed lust the wolf panted, letting his engorged cock pump in and out of the elf’s pussy. Juices and strands of thin cum pattered across the ground, mixed with the grunting and soft moans of the northern elf.

Cazel gasped in horror as the wolf’s knot filled her tight cunt, locking her in place. She attempted to pull herself off his member, but the engorged knot base fastened her to him. Cazel bit her bottom lip as his cock pulled on her constricted walls. The animal’s heavy rhythm slowed as he began dumping hot thick loads of cum deep inside her. The shy elf moaned softly as she felt her insides filling with hot batter.

23 Cazel pack

Groaning echoed off the cave walls as load after load was pumped into her. Copious amounts began to overflow, squeezing past the knot and spilling to the cold floor. The satisfied wolf finished with his mate and started to dismount. The thick expanding knot remained locked inside Cazel’s tight cunt, trapping the massive load inside. The beast nonchalantly began to walk away as his engorged shaft pulled at her cunt wall. The wide knot refused to budge and began pulling Cazel along with him. The elf kicked and squirmed as she was dragged along behind her new canine master. Deeper into the cave system they went, sliding across the slick rock cave floor by her clasped pussy lips. The alpha dragged the elf into his den before curling into a ball. He laid contently in his lair with his new found bitch firmly secured to his cock, with his hot cum stirring inside her. The remaining wolves stood around the den, waiting patiently for their alpha’s knot to release his prize.



Neicul watched the two elves make love. Their elvish skin intertwined rolling across the bed. Smooth hands groped at each other, long elegant fingers ran across one of their breasts while the other’s tugged at their long hair. Neicul grinned at the flashes of milk and caramel colored skin revealed only by flickering candle light. The fawn skinned elf let her head fall back, her dark scarlet hair cascaded across the cozy pillow in red waves. Her partner suckled softy on her neck, letting her delicate porcelain fingers explore south of her navel.

Suddenly, the tan elf’s violet eyes peered narrowly towards Neicul’s position, her face of pleasure disappeared not into fear, but anger. Without a second of hesitation the elf reached for the bedside-table, bringing up a throwing knife in one smooth motion. The knife cut through the night air before lodging into Neicul’s right arm bracer. The armor plate became pinned to the door jam. For a moment Neicul couldn’t move or unsheathe his own dagger; by time he figured out what the hell happened, the elves were enclosing. He reached up and pulled out the knife pinning his arm. Neicul was meet with a hard kick across his face. He spun, bringing himself upward releasing one of his knives in a blind horizontal slash. In shock, his knife strike was blocked by another knife. Following through he unsheathed his second dagger. All three danced in the middle of the cabin room. They twirled a ballet of fury and sharp steel. Sparks and clangs rang out as arms crossed over others. Slashes were canceled out. Parries and deflections rolled into combinations of blocks and buffered strikes.

Neicul backed away in confusion as he failed to land a single knife strike, all while the two elvish woman kept him on his toes and slashed towards him. The lighter of the two struck out at him stabbing through the air. Neicul ducked out of the way as the darker elf caught her dagger in his chest. The elvish steel ripped through his armor and pierced his flesh, sinking into his pectoral region.The Kazdruk growled in pain as the lighter of the duo followed up, kicking him through the window. The elvish glass shattered as Neicul’s body launched out of the house. He fell two stories, landing hard on his back into a cloud of fresh snow. The two watched from the window as the Kazdruk limped away into the blizzard filled darkness, a trail of fresh blood sprinkling into the snow behind him.    

Spire of Torment. Chapter 22 : Perversion of Royalty

By: Lucien

The heavy wood door closed behind Luzella as she returned to her personal chamber. She strolled in like a beast returning to its den after a rewarding hunt. The amazon glared across her dimly lit enclosure. Each hoof clicked along the stone tile floor as she entered deeper into her domain. Fiery candles flickered across her muscular build as she made her way towards her newest prize. Avelyn squatted in her small cell, peering up through the heavy steel bars. Luzella marched to the cell, grinning. She stopped in front, her hands resting on her hips, sneering downward at the northern elf. Avelyn cowered backward in fear as her back quickly pressed up against the cold wall. 

Avelyn wanted to hide; she wanted to close her eyes and pretend it was all a horrible dream. Luzella crouched, bringing her face closer to the steel bars until a few scant inches separated the two of them. She smiled at the hopelessness in Avelyn’s eyes. The amazon demon snarled before snapping her teeth outward at the terrified elf. Avelyn flinched in fear and jumped back as if Luzella would somehow magically pass through the steel gate. Luzella only smiled again, her sharp canines glimmering in the low light.

“Avelyn, you appeared so courageous out on the battlefield. What happened? Where is the heroic elf I saw before? The one who didn’t want to lay down her weapon?”

Avelyn refused to make eye contact, not wanting to answer. She knew this situation was much different. She was alone, unarmed, and not entirely sure how deep within the spire she was.

Luzella paced back and forth in front of the cell cage, whipping her tail as she spoke.

“Tell me more about…hmm…Geem, was it? Your ever passionate and courageous lover.”

“You leave him out of this! He will seek revenge! He will strike you down! The entire coalition will bring this piece of hell crumbling down in ruins!” Avelyn spat.

Luzella laughed softly to herself, smirking down at the elf.

“I’m truly terrified… trembling even.  I like to think that I’m a fair individual. Don’t you agree?”

“… No I don-” Avelyn started to respond.

“Your opinion doesn’t matter, Avelyn,” Luzella sharply cut her off.

“Your little boyfriend isn’t here to protect you anymore, is he…” Luzella stepped forward and unlocked the cell. She reached in and pulled the elf out. “He was a fan of games, so let’s play another. I admit, it wasn’t very fair out on the battlefield. Outnumbered and weak, your forces took some heavy losses. Not the most honorable act. How about we make it a bit more fair this time. Just you and me, hand to hand, no weapons, no unfair advantages.”

Luzella reached down, grabing a fist full of Avelyn’s hair and pulling her head back sharply.

“If you win, I’ll let you go. I’ll toss you out across the sands, and we’ll just pretend I never found you.”

Avelyn gritted her teeth, trembling in anger as she strained against the demon’s grip.

“There’s no way in hell I can trust you! You raped me!… Even if I did, what if you win?”

Luzella smiled and cocked her head to the side softly. She pulled Avelyn’s head farther back, forcing her face upward.


“Well lets just say you’ll be spending a lot of personal time with me.”

Before Avelyn could respond, Luzella pushed her lips over Avelyn’s, kissing her forcefully before tossing her backward into the cell.

“I’d get ready if I were you. You have some fighting ahead. and trust me – I always play to win,” Luzella winked, walking away.


Queen Aria’s vision faded in and out as she attempted to keep her focus on Yuldasha. She spoke with the Kazdruk sorceress Aeltha. She could partly make out more Kazdruk talking amongst themselves within Yuldasha’s chamber. They looked like generals and higher ranking demons.   

“How is she faring, Master?” Aeltha spoke to Yuldasha.

“She’s falling deeper, Aeltha. Your little crown creation seems to be working as planned, though I believe her witnessing Ulla’s unfortunate demise may have sucked the last sweet droplet of hope out of her.”

“I regret missing out on such a marvelous spectacle. Viprill are quite remarkable creatures,” Aeltha remarked.

Their conversation was interrupted by a guard opening the chamber door. The other Kazdruk stopped as well and watched the guard enter with casual interest.  “Please excuse me, Master Yuldasha, but Jelthra is requesting to speak with you.”

“Oh, is she really?” Yuldasha laughed. The higher ranking soldiers also chuckled to themselves at the sound of Jelthra’s name. “Let her enter.”

“Yes, Master.” The guard stepped aside to let Jelthra enter.

Aeltha, along with the other nobles, looked on silently and smirking as Jelthra strode into the chamber with a slight limp. Yuldasha sat down in her throne as the human approached closer.

“You have a lot of heart, Jelthra, I’ll give you that.”

“Pleaze Master, let me prove myself again,” Jelthra spoke as she bowed down to one knee.

Yuldasha looked on in amusement.

“Oh? And exactly how will you do this after your… disappointing performance of late.”

“Vhat about ze gem you are looking for? De one you sent Cazel to retrieve? Let me retrieve it, I bet I could get back before she! She is useless elf! Butt fodder for ze first creature who vants her!”

Yuldasha laughed out a long, exuberant laugh. “Dearest child, come before me… closer.”

Jelthra got to her feet and hesitantly walked toward Yuldasha. She briefly glanced at Aeltha. The sorceress flashed her a small smile.

“Jelthra, you see… there is no Gem. “

“Vhat?… But then…zee map? and…”

“All fabricated. There is no gem at the base or inside Mournfall peak. Cazel is searching for something that doesn’t exist. She will find nothing in that mountain except for old lava tunnels and… oh what did you say they were, Aeltha?”

“Failed experiments, Master. Creating hybrids is a delicate art, and these were.. suitably aggressive though uncontrollable. I’ve been using that location as a dumping ground for a while now and some appear to have formed a pack, claiming the place as their own,” Aeltha grinned.

Yuldasha looked back at Jelthra.

“You see, Cazel will not be returning. We got what we wanted from her and she is… as you say… useless and rather uninteresting. So, I decided to get rid of her in a… creative manner. A final thrill for her pathetic little life. You should be thankful I didn’t send you on that quest.”

Jelthra nodded nervously. “Yes of courze, I understand now. But…”

“Shhh. The moment will arise for you to prove yourself again child. For now, I’d watch your back and stay out of everyone’s way. You’re a skilled individual, Jelthra; don’t let it all go to waste, and stop acting like a victim. Victims.. do not last long here.”

“Yes, Master.” Jelthra bowed again.

“Now please – excuse us, Jelthra.”

Jelthra bowed and limped out of the room.

“She is determined, is she not, Master?” Aeltha grinned.

“Indeed she is, but now onto more pressing matters…. like our lovely queen here. Will your crown turn her in time?”

“Perhaps, Master. This isn’t an exact science and her will is strong. She’s still trying to resist.”

Yuldasha gazed at Aria as she dazed off, her will deteriorating before them. The demoness stood and walked towards the elvish queen.

“She’s right on the cusp.”

“Queen Aria?” Yuldasha spoke as the northern elf snapped out of her twilight. “My scouts have spotted a small regiment of northern – and southern – elves marching awfully close to this spire.”

Yuldasha laughed while she placed her finger under Aria’s chin. “Remarkable, no? The collaboration of both elvish peoples. They seem to be approaching from different angles. How very brave of them.”

Aria looked up at Yuldasha, mustering what little resolve she had left. “Innocence, purity, and good will always topple evil, Yuldasha! You may kill me but you will never extinguish that. You will never truly defeat us.”

Yuldasha removed her finger, letting Aria’s weak head fall forward. “Oh you speak so proudly of purity and innocence for someone who took a Keeat like a bitch in heat!”

The surrounding Kazdruk responded with snide laughter.

“And there you go with your pathetic little concepts of good and evil. It’s adorable.” Yuldasha smiled and turned to Aeltha. “Hmm, looks like will will need to speed up the process, Sorceress Aeltha, or else we will miss our window.”

Yuldasha casted her bolts of green lighting around Aria’s hands in a loud crackle. The twisted magic bound her hands above her head; the Queen cried in protest and squirmed as she was lifted off the ground and levitated towards Yuldasha. The other Kazdruk stopped and turned their attention to the spectacle. Aria felt dozens of cruel eyes staring at her form. Even in her weakened state, Aria tried to glare defiantly at Yuldasha.

“Still so proud, even now. I like that,” Yuldasha grinned as one of her hands slowly and deliberately stroked her cock to full erection. Aria looked down at Yuldasha’s growing member, eyes locked on it for a moment too long before returning to meet Yuldasha’s gaze.

“You… you can do nothing more to me, demon. You may have broken my body but my mind remains pure.”

Yuldasha chuckled and reached down between Aria’s thighs with her free hand, sliding her fingers along her slit, smearing them with Aria’s slick juices.

“My my, you’re practically gushing down there. Your mouth tells me one thing but your cunt says another. Your body betrays your true feelings, little Queen.”

Aria started to panic. Deep down a voice was telling her Yuldasha was right. She knew something was wrong, but couldn’t quite figure out what. “No I.. you’re wrong.”

Yuldasha ran her hands up and down her own curves, her large cock now fully erect, breasts proudly on display, bursting out of her top. “You want me.”


With a flick of Yuldasha’s wrist, the spell holding Aria in the air moved her even closer, her pussy mere inches from the tip of Yuldasha’s cock. Slowly, it pushed into Aria, parting her wet lips. She groaned and shut her eyes, shaking her head as she felt the large member fill her, aided by her own lubrication. Yuldasha thrust in further, savoring the feeling of the Queen’s tight pussy.

“Mmmhm. Sorceress Aeltha, would you care to assist me?” Yuldasha murmured.

Aeltha’s lips curled. “It would be pleasure, Master.” Aeltha coolly walked behind Aria, her own cock erect and ready from the sight of the spectacle. She ran her hands along the elvish Queen’s sides, letting her black talons glide across the soft, white skin. Aeltha smiled approvingly and gripped Aria’s legs, raising them. Her stiff cock pressed against the rim of Aria’s rear entrance.

“Ughn… please… no…” Aria pleaded weakly, beads of sweat forming on her body.

Aeltha firmly grasped Aria’s legs and leaned in, her face close to the elf’s ear and silky hair, whispering, “I did so enjoy your mouth, Queen Aria. I wonder if your ass is as delightfully snug.”

Before Aria could protest again, Aeltha’s cock pushed Aria’s ass open and sunk itself in. Aria cried out as she felt herself violated in both holes. With Aeltha bracing the Queen, Yuldasha fucked Aria slowly but forcefully, in time with the dark Sorceress. Aria’s breasts bounced free of her small top as both Kazdruk women thrust in and out of her. Grunts and moans filled the room, the audience present unusually quiet and attentive for the bunch of rowdy soldiers that they were.

“Admit it, Queen Aria. Mm… you enjoy this.” Yuldasha taunted, her emerald eyes focused on Aria’s panting face.

Aria struggled to focus, the crown on her head seemed to weigh heavier as she felt her self doubly penetrated. “Ahh, I don’t… I can’t…”

“Stop lying to yourself. Stop denying your urges, Queen. Mhmm. I saw your face when I disposed of Ulla.”

“That… it was revolting!”

Yuldasha grinned. “You looked away in fear. But there was lust in your eyes. Admit it.”

“N.. no!”

“Part of you enjoyed it. Ahh… part of you wanted to be the one sending Ulla to her fate. Or maybe… maybe you wanted to take Ulla’s place, hmm?”

“That’s not… aaahh!” Aria struggled to focus as she felt a heat building in her loins. Her forced fucking was starting to feel good, the cocks filling her in just the right way. The voice in her head grew louder and merged with her own thoughts. Perhaps Yuldasha was correct. She reflected on past events. How that one Keeat dominated her. How Ulla’s despair secretly excited her. Were those her thoughts at the time? Or were they being replaced with a new outlook. A better outlook.

Aeltha interjected. “Oh yes, I think, mmm, our prim and proper Queen is nothing but a decadent slut. All you’ve witnessed here, a place where our base desires are set free… a Keeat takes an elf as it’s bitch, a Kazdruk takes a slave. It excites you… compels you… consumes your thoughts.” As if to drive the point home, Aeltha thrusted deep inside of Aria’s rear, eliciting another moan from the elf.

Yuldasha nodded, keeping up the pace inside Aria’s slick pussy. “I’m offering you a gift, Aria… you can go back as a dull and pure Queen forever bound to an old, crusty, sexless King, a victim waiting to see yourself and your people harvested and ruined. Or you can embrace what your body already desires. Imagine the elven people all dedicated to serving your desires… your playthings… as you are mine.”

Aria felt her own hips bucking against the Kazdruk cocks, her whole body hot and tense, a sheen of sweat sticking to her skin. She imagined what Ulla must be going through right now, Viprill’s curled around her small form, fucking her into submission. Then she imagined herself sitting lewdly on her own throne. Her people surrounding her, all naked. Nubile elven men and women ready to serve her in any way. She fantasized commanding them to lick her eager pussy, or taking a handsome studs cock down her throat… or even ordering a pack of Keeats to take them. A beastly orgy in her court for her to savor. A royal court of writhing bodies, sexual moans, sweat and cum.

She snapped out of her reverie only for her mind to return to the building pleasure within her. She gazed at Yuldasha, and uttered a single word –


“What was that, my Queen?” Yuldasha replied, mockingly.

“Yes… I… I want this. Ah… take me… TAKE ME!!!”

22 Yuld Aria Aeltha

Yuldasha and Aeltha both smiled in satisfaction at their handiwork. The Queen’s pride had melted away and she had fast become a willing fuck toy, rutting against them like a common whore. It didn’t take much more stimulation for both Kazdruk women to reach their peak. They groaned in tandem, spurting their thick cum into the Queen’s womb and colon, which quickly overflowed, spilling much of it onto the floor and Aria herself.

Aria meanwhile became lost in ecstasy. As the Kazdruk seed filled her, a wave of pleasure crashed over her supple body. She shook in orgasmic bliss, throwing her head back and screaming, every part of her tingled with delight that seemed to last for an eternity as her cunt and ass milked the cocks inside her for all they were worth.

Satisfied, the Kazdruk pair withdrew, still spurting cum over Aria’s creamy skin. Yuldasha stepped back and dismissed the spell holding Aria bound. The Queen crumpled unceremoniously onto the cum covered floor, panting heavily and exhausted from her mind blowing orgasm. Yuldasha stood over the defeated Queen.

“Now, Queen Aria. We have much to do and very little time. Can I count on your cooperation?” Yuldasha asked with a toothy grin.

Aria panted still, cum leaking from her nether regions. Her dark crown seemed to glow softly, standing out even more from her silky white hair. She slowly rose, her hands on Yuldasha’s legs for support. Her face became level with Yuldasha’s still erect cock, gleaming with her juices.

“Yes… Master.” Aria, without any prompting, began to lick Yuldasha’s cock clean, moaning heavily as her hand reached down to finger her own pussy. Yuldasha and Aeltha looked on at the scene of the broken Queen debasing herself before them, and smiled.


Luzella stood proudly in the fighting pit before Avelyn. A few fellow Kazdruk watched on from around the small dirt filled ring. Some held other human and elvish prisoners were gambling on the outcome, placing in various slaves as their ante. Avelyn was surprised that Luzella had given her elvish uniform back. She would not only fight for her freedom tonight, but she would fight in the name of the AzurLyyn houses. Neither held weapons although the ring was lined with shields, short swords, and various other weapons. Luzella was clothed in lighter armor than usual, her heavy chest armor and bracers were absent. She wore her light leather battle dress and a simple leather like covering over her breasts that appeared  more of a battle undergarment. She had wrapped her wrists and forearms in linen bandages. Her animalistic arm tattoos rode up from under the supportive wrapping and up her muscular arms.  The great demon scuffed her hooves into the packed dirt like a bull. Her large horns topped off her hellish image. Avelyn shivered at her white eyes; they pulsated slowly in the low light. Torches spat and sparked along the side of the pit, encircling the soon to be warzone.

Kamri snuck into the loose group of other onlooking Kazdruk. She had been passing by and noticed the rambunctious noises. Curious, she took a step in. She pulled down on her cloak hood as she slipped between the rowdy group unnoticed. She reached the side of wood wall and peered downward. When she noticed Luzella, a spark stripped up through her veins.

Avelyn felt odd without a sword, she was a  capable hand-to-hand fighter but she’d give anything for a well crafted elvish blade. She brought her wrapped hands upward into her guard stance while she slowly but confidently moved toward Luzella. She kept her eyes on the amazon demon at all times.

Luzella, although heavy, was no waterlogged ballista when it came to moving. For her size, she was extremely light on her hooves. Her height, strength, and speed was a dangerous combination. She moved slowly towards Avelyn, calculating and reading her opponent. She lowered herself slightly, dropping her center of gravity. She too brought both fists up, along with a big smile before she spit across the dirt. The Kazdruk picked up her pace moving toward the elf. Avelyn strafed sideways to avoid becoming pinned up against a side wall. Avelyn quickly realized her strategic disadvantage. Luzella had a much greater reach over her; she had to keep her distance, but she couldn’t run from her all night. It was already too late – Luzella’s long powerful legs closed the distance in mere seconds. The amazon swung a heavy outstretched punch. Avelyn quickly avoided the hit and backed away. Luzella only smiled as she brought both hands up into a grappling stance.

“What’s the matter, Aveyln? Show me what you elves are really made of!” Avelyn gestured her hands to come forward.

Luzella closed the distance again and grappled at her. Avelyn brought both hands up, interlocking her fingers with Luzella’s. Avelyn stood no chance; the massive demon easily overpowered her smaller frame. The elf tried her best to hold her ground against the powerhouse. Avelyn was pushed back and lost footing as her boots dragged through the dirt. Luzella’s back erupted with thick muscle as she really began to lean into it, pushing her enemy backward.  Avelyn realized she was again quickly running out of space, the pit wall now getting dangerously close. If she became pinned up against a wall it would all be over. There would be no way for her to get out of Luzella’s reach or grasp.  The elvish soldier thought quickly and brought herself in closer to Luzella, dropping low she kicked Luzella hard in the side of the knee. To Luzella’s surprise, she slightly buckled giving Avelyn just enough time to back out of the enclosing corner. Luzella spun around quickly, smiling at her.

“You sneaky little rat!”

Avelyn didn’t have much time, so she threw a punch catching Luzella in the gut. The punch nearly broke her hand. Luzella launched an elbow strike downward at the elf’s outstretched arm, Avelyn took the hard strike letting out a loud grunt as pain seared through her wrist. She quickly returned a high kick towards Luzella’s face, but the amazon blocked the kick with her left forearm. She crouched down before following through with a hard right uppercut. The punch caught Avelyn square in her stomach, launching her airborne for a moment before striking the sidewall.

The pit spun wildly as Avelyn tired to catch her baring and breath.

“Get up, get up, get up!” is all Avelyn could repeat in her head. She had to get up or it would be over very quickly. She looked up to see Luzella walking over to her. It felt like an eternity before she was able to get up to her hands and knees. Luzella was already above her. The amazon brought her right leg back before railing into Avelyn’s rib cage. The elf collapsed back onto her stomach in agonizing pain. In a last ditch effort, Avelyn swiped her leg out as hard as she could, tripping Luzella. The demon was swept out from under her hooves, landing hard on her side. The onlooking Kazdruk roared and cheered at the upset unfolding before them.

Luzella quickly recovered, climbing back to her hands and knees. She didn’t get back up fully; instead, she pounced on Avelyn. The two rolled through the dirt. Avelyn quickly found herself on her back straddled by the amazon and pinned under her weight. Luzella locked the elf in place with her thighs before launching a deadly salvo of punches towards the elf’s face. The elvish soldier feebly placed her forearms up to block the barrage of heavy strikes. Luzella’s hard strikes broke straight through. Avelyn saw stars as she was pummeled into the dirt. The pit spun as her ending began. Avelyn refused to be defeated, her long lineage of elvish stubbornness set in. She grabbed a handful of dirt and tossed it up at Luzella’s face. The cloud of red sand exploded across the Kazdruk’s face and eyes. Luzella grunted and halted off her assault. Suddenly unable to see, she got up quickly and brought both hands up to her face to clear the dirt from her eyes. She shook her head like a wild animal. Avelyn took the opening to get back on her feet. Partly blinded, Luzella stumbled around for a moment until she fully cleared her eyes.

Avelyn stumbled around and was now presented with an enraged Luzella. The demon charged her in sheer anger now; head down and horns forward, she charged like a bull. Avelyn side stepped and caught Luzella with a kick to her face. Luzella dug her hooves into the dirt, spun around and stopped before spitting out a wad of blood. Luzella cooled herself down and thought for a moment before charging in again. She recalculated the battlefield and leveled herself. Avelyn became offensive and moved in, trying to keep her enemy on the defense.                          

Kamri watched on studying the amazon’s style. “Hmm, she is aware that her temper is a fault. Damn, I could have used that to my advantage, everyone has a weakness…but what is yours Luzella? What can I use to exploit?”   

Avelyn jabbed inward and kept moving, launching kicks and strikes. Luzella easily blocked her attacks but Avelyn wasn’t giving Luzella enough time to counter, she kept moving around. Luzella was surprisingly patient. She gave Avelyn the sense that she was making progress and simply toying with the elf. In truth Luzella hadn’t even exposed a quarter or her true fighting potential. She liked to keep her enemies in the dark until it was too late. She was wearing the elf out. Luzella stopped playing. She could see that the constant movement by Avelyn was starting to wear on her. She was slowing down and losing stamina. Luzella moved in for the kill. She moved in low and fast and struck out two quick punches, the sudden advance caught Avelyn completely off guard. The first punch grazed the elf but the second caught her hard in the chest. Avelyn stumbled back. Before she had a chance to correct herself, Luzella was already railing into her. She launched a combination of jabs ending with a hard punch to the elf’s stomach. Avelyn cried out; she buckled inward and her head fell forward. Luzella grabbed the elf’s head and drove it home straight into her knee for the final strike. Avelyn feel backward landing hard on her back and kicking up a cloud of red dirt. She rolled onto her belly in pain. Her vision filled with silver stars as she got back up to her hands and knees again, racing to get to her feet. Avelyn’s elvish body was being fueled by pure adrenaline. Luzella struck her in the ribs again while she was down.

“You’re going to stay down this time, Avelyn.”

Avelyn held her ribs and tried to get up. Luzella kicked her lightly back down to the dirt.

“You need to learn your new place, elf.”

Avelyn tried one more time to get up, this time pulling on Luzella’s own belt to help herself up. Luzella palmed her face and pushed her back down. Avelyn feebly fell to her back.  Luzella placed her hoof across the elf’s chest and began applying pressure. Avelyn panicked at the sudden inability to breathe. She grabbed Luzella’s leg trying to push her off.

“Give up, Avelyn, accept your new place,” Luzella spat, pushing her hoof harder into Avelyn.

*cough* I give up! *cough* I give up! Pleaseee!”

Luzella smiled and let off her. Avelyn rolled to her side holding her stomach and bruised ribs. With a fresh trickle of blood running down from her nose, Avelyn raised her hand up in defeat. Luzella reached down and tore the elf’s top off and threw it into the dirt before grinding her hoof into it.

“You’ll no longer need this.”  

Avelyn tried crawling up to her hands and knees.  Luzella placed her hoof on her back and pushed her back into the dirt.

“Look at you, I don’t believe you fully understand how this works… you think you get to just crawl away? ” Luzella laughed. ” You stay down there from now on, you understand?”

” …burn… in… hell…” Avelyn was able to grit out between heavy breaths trying to push herself back up but failing miserably.

Luzella used her hoof to roll Avelyn onto her back.

“Look at me!” Luzella spat.

Avelyn rolled her head to the side and was met with a toyish kick to her side again.

“Look at me when i’m speaking to you! You see this perspective? Hmm? I said DO YOU SEE THIS PERSPECTIVE? You better get used to it. This will be your new point of view from now on. On the dirt like a dog. Keep your eyes on the ground unless I say otherwise.”

Luzella stomped down hard right next to Avelyn’s head, causing her to flinch in fear.   

“Now accept your new future and clean this hoof.”

Luzella looked off to the side of the pit at her fellow Kazdruk. Some were grumbling as they lost gold and flesh to bets. Luzella suddenly pointed over to the group.

Kamri’s blood turned to ice, and her heart stopped beating. She’d been spotted!    

“Hey Ruuk! What do we got over there for whips?” Luzella yelled.

Kamri took a sigh of relief as the Kazdruk in front of her moved forward grabbing a whip for Luzella.


“Go ahead, work that tongue! Lick it clean,” Luzella spoke again knocking her hoof softly against Avelyn’s head. She raised the leather whip high above her horns.

Avelyn looked at Luzella’s calf, down to her hoof and then up to her face. Luzella cracked the whip hard across the elf, leaving a long welt up her arm and across her shoulder. Avelyn winced in pain.

“I said eyes on the ground!” Luzella barked.

She feebly leaned over in agony and slowly outstretched her tongue. She slid her wet tongue across the amazon’s chiseled calf muscle. Avelyn slowly slide it downward, down her hock and finally her hoof.

“There you go, little pet,” Luzella kept her hoof in place while Avelyn licked at it. “As with all good domesticated animals you need some reins don’t you?” She took the long whip, looped it and tied it into a noose like leash. She slipped it over Avelyn’s neck. Luzella smiled and pulled it, letting it tighten around her neck. If Avelyn failed to keep up with Luzella and not give her any slack, the leash would start choking her.

“Alright, you better keep up when we go for walks. Lets go, time to get you cleaned up.”

Luzella made her way out of the pit, now dragging Avelyn as her broken body failed to keep up on all fours. As the two began to pass cloaked Kamri, Luzella stopped in place suddenly and grasped Kamri’s neck through her cloak. The hood brushed backward exposing Kamri’s face.  Luzella smiled while lifting Kamri off the floor with one hand and smashing her up against the wall.

“Oh, look who it is! I haven’t forgotten about you,” Luzella grinned.

Kamri kicked her legs and struggled to break free.

“I heard about your little stunt you pulled on Jelthra. Think you can play with the big girls now, hmm?”    

Kamri smiled through her choking and spit a wad of saliva across Luzella’s face.

Furry erupted in the amazon’s face.

“I’m going to- “  

“Luzella!” A voice suddenly rang out over the small scuffle.

Luzella cocked her head to the side at attention while still strangling Kamri.

Aeltha stood with her arms crossed, glaring down from the above balcony. “Release Kamri and come before me.”

Luzella’s eyes flared in hatred, still gripping Kamri’s neck.

“At once!” Aeltha ordered coldly. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Feverishly annoyed at the situation, Luzella slowly slid Kamri back down to her feet.

“Go on, little Keeaty,“ Kamri whispered under her breath. Luzella rolled her fingers into a fist of animosity, using every last ounce of control to remain composed.  

“It seems fate has ruled in your favor. Your time will come, little one…” Luzella grinned at Kamri.

Luzella handed the makeshift leash to a fellow Kazdruk soldier before making her way towards Aeltha. The sorcerist slowly made her way down the spiral stairs, meeting Luzella at the bottom.   

“Good evening, High Sorceress Aeltha,” Luzella spoke before kneeling before her.

“What’s this all about down here?” Aeltha pointed her finger at the group of other Kazdruks and Kamri.

“Oh…just some friendly competition, sorceress.”

“Mmhmm…” Aeltha responded less than convinced. She looked down at the kneeling amazon for a moment and ran a talon across Luzella’s clavicle, then upward along her jugular.

“Hmm, you are an exceptional breed, aren’t you? The apex of Kazdruk physique. Almost… almost perfect.”

Aeltha paused for a moment before smacking Luzella hard across her face.

“You lack elegance!” Aletha yelled before pulling a fistfull of the demon’s hair backward.  

“You are what the humans call… what’s the saying again?…a bull in a ceramic market. Your pride and haughtiness never ceases to amaze, but shear strength alone will not win you every battle.”

Anger stirred behind Luzella’s blizzard like eyes. Before she could return any words, Aeltha cut her off.

“Yuldasha has ordered each Talon leader to prepare for the oncoming elvish assault. I’m sure you have more important matters to be attending than meddling here with these bottom dwellers. ”  

Luzella bit her tongue and bowed before Aeltha. “Yes, Sorceress Aletha.”

“Good, then you are dismissed.” Aeltha spun on one heel and marched back up the staircase.

Luzella’s anger radiated off her skin as she rose back to her hooves. Kamri was long gone now. She knew she would have another chance. She made her way back to Avelyn, grabbed her leash, and left.



I have to admit, the dull yellow candle light shimmering through the hundreds of icicles was pretty looking but I couldn’t help but think of frozen Keeat piss. Maybe it was the yellow tinge, or the reek of all the elvish horse stables. The icicles were the only thing nice about this little elvish village.  I thought the snow was nice at first, It beats the heat but the crunchy snow under my boots was making sneaking difficult. Why did Aeltha need these subjects anyway? She’s always tinkering so it doesn’t surprise me that she wants some more live test subjects. But still, being a curious Kazdruk I had to wonder.

Well, the faster I get them, the faster I can get back and find out. I was doing my best at keeping the primal side under control. You might say I have a tendency of letting my Kazdruk testosterone cloud my better judgement. Jelthra… damn, what I’d do to have those fucking lips around my cock right now. She’s a troublemaker and she knows it. And Kamri – hell, I’d plow her good, but fucking your own student never ends well, and besides, Yuldasha would probably castrate me…or worse…

Come on, focus, focus.

I could smell something sweet close by. Smells like vanilla and wine. The unmistakable smell of elvish skin. I lost the scent as quickly as I acquired it. Damn. It came from this house, it had to have.

I pulled myself up onto the log siding. The crisscrossed logs practicality made steps. I climbed a few stories peering into each window as I passed. I got to the top floor and peered into the frosted window.  Low and behold, elvish skin…Ok one more thing I can add to my list of nice things here. The elvish woman.

Neicul, the errand boy. It’s your lucky night.

This unexpecting victim was gorgeous, slightly tan skin, long dark red hair, excellent figure, she looked in great shape. Maybe a soldier. Alright, where’s your husband? I kept peering in and around the room. She looked to be getting ready for bed. Maybe she’s alone? Perfect.

Alright, don’t fuck this up.  I could crash through this window here, run a snatch and grab. Hmm, but she looks like a fighter, maybe I should stealth this one. Back down I go then.

Elvish locks were easy enough to pick. I snuck up through the house; it was easier to sneak on wood than all that crunchy snow. The only issues was these houses didn’t have us Kazdruk in mind when they built them. I ran the risk of smashing my head on the door jams, so I had to tread carefully. I finally got to the top floor. I edged my way to the bedroom door and peered in. There was the elvish beauty laying in bed. I heard rustling in the small room beside the bedroom. Must be the mister getting around for bed. I slowly undid one of my daggers… poor bastard thinks he’s getting laid tonight. Well, I got bad news for him. I waited until he took his first step into the bedroom.


It was another woman! I lowered my dagger at the sight. I’m not sure why, seeing as she looked like a soldier as well. This elvish woman rivaled the looks of her partner. This beauty had lighter skin and long tightly braided white hair with one lose long blue strand running down the right side of her face. Her long athletic legs carried her to the bed, each soft step causing her supple breasts to bounce. She slowly slide onto the silk sheets and sensually straddled the dark redhead. The lighter elf let her long braids cascade over her lover’s face before she slowly lowered herself for a long soft kiss.

Well this certainly makes things interesting…hmm… Well, I don’t see why I can’t take both with me. I doubt Aletha would mind. Hell, maybe she’ll pull her wand out of her ass. I undid my second dagger. But I should probably wait and analyze the…uh… situation first.