Shackles of Hate. Chapter 23: The Board is Set

By: SinfulWolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They sensed their mistress’s still seething anger.

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

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

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

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

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

Lillium though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These whores were certainly convincing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sarya. The Goldulin who stabbed you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Velkra grinned; her talon had the foothold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She would.

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

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

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

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

“When will you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shackles of Hate. Chapter 22: Waning Perches

By: SinfulWolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And died brutally.

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

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

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

The female was waiting for her, grinning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Even Yuldasha would learn, that everything could bleed.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you know who I am then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why should I do that?”

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

“Power you mean.”

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are… what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ferals?”

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Intruder!”

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

Away from the horrible truth of what Vivienne had said.

For Kira already understood.

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spire of Torment. Chapter 31: A Captured Captive

By: :Lucien 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, good evening,” Brayton spoke softly.      

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Phew, that could’ve been bad.

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

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

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

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

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

Brayton swallowed hard while searching for the strength to answer.

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

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

“Yes, mistress.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, what is this under here?”

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

“I…”

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

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

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

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

The guard looked down for a moment perplexed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Place the box on the table.”

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

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

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

“Well?”

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

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

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

“Am I boring you human?” Luzella asked.

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

Luzella smiled knowing the human had noticed her two slaves.

“Would you like to meet them?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luzella smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, the little stud likes this?”

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

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

 

Luzella Brayton

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

Luzella milking

 

 

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

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

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

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

“Go on.” 

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

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

“As you wish Luzella. Good eve.”

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perhaps he did,” Luzella replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm, It appears you do.”  

Exhaling through her nose, Luzella turned and left.   

 

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

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

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

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

“Oh…right, you.” 

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

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

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

“Or what Wulfshn?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re turning aren’t you?”

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

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

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

“How can I trust you Wulfshn?”

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

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

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

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

“Fine, deal.” 

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Oh?” He replied nervously.

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

 ” I—uh.”

 “Shh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

                        

>><<

 

 

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

 “Enjoying ze view, hmm?”

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

 “Mm, yes. Yes I am.”

 Jelthra returned a small smirk.

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

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

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

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

 Kamri nodded in agreement.

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

 Jelthra smiled for a second.

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

 “Oh? Well, please do tell.”

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

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

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

 Kamri became jubilated at the idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

>><<

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

The label read:

One small cup for a hour free of refractory period.

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

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

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

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

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

 

Wulfshn BJ

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “Mmm, there you go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wulfshn and Brayton 

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

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

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

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

 

 

>><<

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What!” Jelthra and Brazeek chirped in unison.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be fine. I can hold my own until you two get back. Just don’t keep me waiting too long.” Kamri smirked. “Well, looks like I need to contact Luzella then.”

 

 

 

Shackles of Hate. Chapter 21: Seeds of Ambitions

By: SinfulWolf

Striding into the chamber, her heels clicking on the stone floor, and clad only in a pair of thigh high leather boots, Lillium peered between the columns that filled the room. Chains hung from many of them, a faint blue light with a unknown source lighting her way. Deeper within she could hear low growls, the snap of chains going tight as something tried to get loose.

The succubus knew Aeltha would be watching. This experiment of hers taking priority over Lillium seeing the master of all Kazdruk on this world. It seemed to Lillium like she was not the only one toying with fire for personal gain.

Continuing deeper into the chamber, the growls getting louder as the creature chained within caught Lillium’s scent, the succubus soon came face to face with a pure blooded Kazdruk. Stripped down his waist to reveal a body rippling with muscle, eyes filled with fury and madness, Neicul pulled hard against his binds; chains curling around the pillar behind him, holding his wrists and ankles back, occasionally glimmering with magical energy.  Strings of spittle flew from his mouth as he gnashed his teeth, fingers flexing at his sides as he struggled to get to the woman before him.

At some point since Aeltha had bound him down here, he had snapped the chain holding his neck to the column. The string of metal links swaying in front of his chest. Smirking, Lillium approached him, standing just out of the snapping reach of his jaws. As Neicul snapped to her face, Lillium didn’t flinch. Hot breath and spittle splashed her face, but she just smiled, running fingers across her cheek and sucking her fingers clean.

“I wonder, can you understand me?” she purred, watching as the response she earned was the Kazdruk warrior turned feral beast’s lips peeled back from his teeth. He snorted, nostrils flaring as he took in the succubus’s alluring scent. Red eyes flicking down, Lillium watched the bulge straining against his leather trousers.

“So cruel, to lock you up,” Lillium said with an almost mocking pout as her claws ran down his chest, Neicul’s face tilting down to watch with some confusion. With so much of his mind swirling with pure primal instinct he had no true idea what teasing and seduction was anymore. When Lillium’s hand found his cock and squeezed though, he understood that.

Snarling, he bucked his hips forward, and Lillium laughed gently, gliding her hand over the bulge, before curling her claw under the laces holding his trousers closed.

“You won’t really need these for some time anyway,” Lillium said, the sharp bone on her finger sawing through the strings, the top of Neicul’s pants folding open as his hard cock sprang free. A little sound of appreciation and an arched eyebrow from Lillium wasn’t understood by the feral Kazdruk.

Lillium grasped the loose chain and yanked hard, pulling Neicul to the limits of his bindings. She watched his muscles flexing as he strained against his binds to get at her. To fuck her. A bead of pre-cum was forming at the tip of Neicul’s cock as he snarled again, veins in his forehead starting to bulge.

Pivoting on her heels, draping the chain over her shoulder, feeling the cold metal against her left breast, Lillium turned her head to watch the Kazdruk. She slowly bent over, pushing her hips back towards the feral beast, making sure to twist her wings to the side to keep them from his jaws as his torso was pulled down with her.

She loosened her hold on the chain ever so slightly, lips parting and curling as Neicul snarled once more, hips bucking ahead as Lillium shuffled back until she felt him ram into her. Cock spearing into her slick cunt, her lip peeled back slightly, a hungry moan pulled from her throat.

“That’s it,” she groaned, as their hips started to thrust  together. A rhythm forming as cock slid deep into the wet heat of cunt, the slapping of flesh filling the room as Neicul snorted and growled. His girth stretched her slightly, drawing deep moans from the hungry succubus as her breasts swayed beneath her. Their bodies moving together in this simple feral dance.

Juices smearing over his cock from Lillium’s depths, dribbling down her thighs towards the tops of her boots, starting to drip off his hard shaft. Spittle splashed on her back, the cheeks of her ass. Tugging on the chain, Lillium snapped the top of his manacle against Neicul’s jaw, snapping them shut, a thick line of drool falling from his lips to the small of her back, starting to run in a slow line over her waist.

When his cock started to throb within her, Lillium grinned wider, baring her fangs upwards at the feral beast. The two of them moving faster, moans and grunts mingling together with the slapping of flesh, and the slick sound of Neicul’s cock ramming into the succubus.

Mouth held closed by the manacle pressing up against his jaw, Neicul could only let out a muffled groan of pleasure as his cum shot up inside Lillium’s pussy. Ropes of hot, sticky spunk splattering within her as his thrusts began to slow.

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“Not yet big boy. I’m not done,” Lillium said, still keeping her grin as she tugged harder on the chain, her own hips slamming back towards the Kazdruk. A small whine seeped out from Neicul’s pressed lips as his over sensitive cock continued to drive into her cum filled depths. The thick white spunk started to gush out around his plunging cock, running over the smeared juices towards Lillium’s boots. Splashing across his balls as he was forced to continue fucking the hungry succubus, making a filthy puddle on the floor.

Trying to pull away, Neicul continued to whimper, the pleasure too much, as Lillium just grasped the chain harder. Her own moans were getting louder, hungrier. As the pleasure of her own release finally flowed through her flesh, a hungry moan spilling from her lips, Lillium finally began to slow. Behind her, cock dripping cum and juices, Neicul whimpered, cowed for the moment.

Letting out a soft moan as she moved forward, pulling off his cock, feeling the head of it gliding down her thigh before she was out of reach, Lillium looked back at him. The Kazdruk couldn’t meet her eyes, his hips pulled back until his ass was against the column. She bit her lip as she watched him, before starting out from the chamber.

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Talons tapping on the scrying orb upon its pedestal, Aeltha took note of what she witnessed. Neicul seemed, cowed. Not exactly the result she’d been hoping for, but he was much calmer now. Watching Lillium, her creation, walk back through the chamber with cum running down her legs was a delicious sight as well.

The experiment was complete. There was a way to control the feral Kazdruk afterall. All she needed was succubi to placate them.

Which led to her problem. Lillium was the perfect succubus, but the vampirism and her warrior nature prevented her from becoming a useful tool. She was no better than the usual Kazdruk; ambitious and self-serving. She just happened to be smarter about it, making her plots across the oceans, on the front lines of a war that wasn’t going nearly as well as it should have.

Hand flicking across the orb before her, the vision faded from within the glass, and the sorceress stood. If only Neicul had delivered the Elven women she needed.

Opening her notebook, she noted down everything she’d witnessed. Lillium’s actions, Neicul’s reactions. Was it simply the sex that had calmed the feral creature, or had it been Lillium’s domineering demeanour. She needed a submissive subject to test this now that Lillium’s display had been such a success.

“Perhaps soldiers,” Aeltha muttered to herself. In Kazdruk society there was little differentiation between a warrior and a soldier. To the Elves and Humans though, there was plenty. Soldiers of the rank and file knew how to follow orders. Submissive to their betters, and dominating to their foes. And of those, there were plenty that had been taken prisoner after their foolish assault on the spire. Now to simply find some that the Kazdruk could pull their cocks from.

Or prostitutes. They could be whatever was needed. Aeltha had many options ahead of her, but she was running out of time to test them all. She sighed, and looked over to her research on the portal that could launch an entire invasion to the West without the need for ships. If it was succesful, then they could launch to the East as well.

The door to her holding chambers opened, and Lillium stepped in, licking cum from her fingers. One thigh was mostly cleaned of it, and the sorceress smirked.

“Come then baroness. We have a small errand to run, then it will be time to meet your master, and remember that you are just a whore,” Aeltha said, and Lillium smirked in return.

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As the door opened Sarya lifted her head up, resting it against the back wall of her cell. She looked through the bars as Isolde stood watching her, wearing only a loin cloth and sandals.

“Well. You certainly look like a whore,” the centurion started, as her feet shifted, the chains attached to her naked limbs rattling on the floor.

“Mistress. I had to do this. For you.”

“Do not call me that. You betrayed me,” Sarya shouted angrily, making Isolde flinch, her eyes turning away.

“I had to mistress. Otherw-” Isolde started but was interrupted as Sarya leapt forward. Her chains snapping and the centurion shouting out in frustration. Isolde looked down at her feet.

“Otherwise you would not have listened. You would not have done what you needed to. I did this for you mistress,” Isolde said quietly, unable to look at the woman straining against the chains that held her to the wall. Sarya glared at the whore in front of her with loathing. Eventually Isolde shuffled backwards, towards the door, and opened it before fleeing.

Left alone once more, hungry and thirsty, Sarya slumped back against the wall. She had been stripped naked, and the damp chill that permeated these dungeons was not a pleasant feeling. Left to wallow once more she slid down the wall and looked down at the floor. Watched a rat scurry out from a hole in the stone wall and scamper across the floor.

The rodent paused, not far from the centurion, and looked at her. Its nose twitching as it sniffed at the air, before continuing on its way with Sarya’s eyes following it. When the rat vanished from view, Sarya leaned her head back and looked to the ceiling. A single candle providing the only light in here, and it was dwindling. A pool of melted and cooled wax on the floor beneath the high seated light source. No windows, only stone. She wasn’t sure if it was night or day. It was even hard to know how long she’d been in this dungeon.

Stomach growling, Sarya licked dry lips to little avail. Her mind swirling with the pain of betrayal, the weight of her sins pushing down on her. Her choices of late had been for the good of an empire that no longer existed. She had damned an entire city to butchery more than once. Was she the exact problem that she accused the elves of?

Closing her eyes she tried to twist her thoughts towards escape, but the chains were well made and tightly bound her, and so she fell back into investigating herself. Her soul, and her mind. Her motivations. She couldn’t escape the fact that this past little while was full of poor choices that had backfired terribly. She had played into the hands of the enemy with what she’d done.

But then, so had the Elves with their treatment of Kira. Driven a creature of legend and myth away instead of letting her help against the encroaching Kazdruk hordes. Where was she now?

Footsteps came from down the hall, easy to hear when the only sound was a distant drip from the stone ceiling to the stone floor. They paused outside the door, and Sarya heard the key opening the lock before the hard wood creaked open. The woman who entered wore long skirts slit up to her hips. Long lean legs carried her inside, showing as her hips swayed. Her bared breasts bouncing slightly, her skin covered in tattoos. She smiled, the look somewhere between haunting and sweet, and Sarya wasn’t sure what to think of her.

“Sarya, former captain of Driftafay’s Silver Guard, former Centurion of the Goldulin Empire. Two prestigious titles, and both former, and you even failed to slay Lillium,” the woman said with that strange smile that sent shudders up Sarya’s spine.

“And you are?”

“Aela. High Priestess of Morkate, advisor to her harbinger. Baroness Lillium,” she said, bowing slightly as she stood above Sarya, her breasts swaying just overhead, before she slowly sank down to a crouch in front of her prisoner. Sarya stared, mouth slightly agape, unsure of what to say.

“You show no fear. Most do tremble at least a little when they hear her name. Not you though,” Aela said, fingers starting to glide along the inside of Sarya’s leg, trailing up her thigh. It was soft, and sensual, and Sarya was surprised as the pleasure that rolled up her flesh. She blinked, a gasp slipping out as she felt Aela’s fingers drift over a round pair of scars on her inner thigh.

“Oh, what’s this?” Aela’s eyes moved downwards, and Sarya felt her legs being gently parted. Exposing everything to the priestess’s eyes.

“You’ve felt the bite of a vampire before. And willingly, if I’m to guess,” Aela said softly, leaning in closer. Close enough that Sarya could head butt her if she wanted, but her fingers were pleasing. And being down here, she was okay with something pleasurable.

“Yes,” Sarya admitted. She was not amongst worshippers of Oan anymore. She found no reason to hide her secret here. Especially to a priestess of a religion long thought eradicated by many. Sarya knew it wasn’t.

Aela smiled, shifting her fingers from the scars, and placed them against the hot entrance of Sarya’s womanhood. Starting to feel the slick juices as she began to gently caress the outer lips, drawing another lusting gasp from Sarya.

“Perhaps I was wrong about you Sarya. Perhaps you could be useful to our goals afterall. Lillium will wish to speak with you upon her return,” she said, easing her fingers into Sarya. The former centurion looked up at the woman, cocking her head to the side, as her hips shifted forwards slightly.

“Until then, I will look into making your stay more comfortable. It is only fitting, for one of the faithful, enemy though you may be. For the moment,” Aela said, pulling her fingers free and sucking on them gently. She stood, letting glistening fingers come free of her lips. Sarya bit back a whimper, gaining control of her features quickly.

“I came to kill her. I will not serve the Kazdruk,” Sarya said, already wanting the fingers back inside her, even as she closed her legs to try and deny that simple fact.

“Perhaps. But you don’t know the full story yet. Trust in your Goddess. She has many surprises for you, because I would never ask you to serve the Kazdruk,” Aela said, turned, slowly departing the chamber with Sarya watching the small of her back, confusion swirling in her thoughts.

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The smell of it reached Kira’s senses first; the almost sweet stench of death, spilled blood, and the foulness that came with it all. A single fist lifted upwards, the fifteen guerrillas following her all paused, clutching at their crossbows and spears and looking through the forest. Her brows knitted into a tight frown as she turned to her right, looking past the brush and trees to find Thaden. As if sensing her gaze he turned to regard her. Head cocked slightly with an unspoken question, Kira tapped at her nose.

Thaden merely shrugged in response, and Kira looked ahead. They had been tracking a group of helots from Volgras for a few days now, but they had been far enough ahead that Kira was struggling to take the correct routes. She wasn’t even fully sure how many there were. At least a dozen.

Tapping her fingers against the side of the tree before her, Kira stood and started forward. The guerrillas moving quietly behind her, cautiously picking their way across the forest floor. Experience was teaching them well. It still pained Kira to know those that didn’t learn well, were buried soon enough.

Creeping towards the edge of the tree line, the scent of blood and death growing ever stronger, Kira could start to smell the underlining smell of sex. She knew roughly what she was going to see, but it didn’t lessen the impact when her eyes finally settled upon the gruesome scene.

A few ravens took off in flight as Kira emerged into the site of the massacre, though many remained. Black beaks tearing at the flesh at what had once been coalition soldiers. Near fifty of them, bodies torn and brutalized. A few helots lay scattered across the beaten down dirt path. There were very little weapons or armour to be found amongst the dead.

“Reinforcements for the front?” Thaden said as he emerged beside Kira and looked upon the scene. She heard someone retching behind her.

“Not anymore,” she said, lifting her wrist to cover her nose as best she could.

“Take whatever weapons and armour you can,” she said over her shoulder, seeing a few nods before she stepped forward. Investigating the dead, scattering more ravens who cried out at having their feast disturbed.

“The Kazdruk are well supplied. Why take so much?” Thaden asked noting the dead helots had been left naked, and most of the coalition soldiers wore only some gambesons or tunics. Many shredded to show flesh beneath.

“These were Lillium’s helots,” Kira said, looking down at a woman who had suffered an arrow to the shoulder and gut. Her pants were torn off, and cum was crusted on her thighs and rear. Her throat had been slit just after. “They’re getting ready for something,” she said, as she glanced up, seeing one of her insurgents examining a chipped short sword. He then took a moment to arrange the body in a more dignified manner.

“Preparing for what?” Thaden had to ask his eyes moving down the road. The path to the beaches that were acting as the front lines against this terrible invasion. One of the fronts. Someone wouldn’t be getting the aid they hoped for.

“I don’t know. But we need to find out,” Kira said. That could mean a journey back to Volgras. Not something she wanted, not with the thoughts Lillium had swirling through her mind, stirring desires that shouldn’t exist. Or, they could find a helot patrol and take some prisoners.

Thaden nodded, and rubbed at his eyes.

“We’ve lost the trail. We should head back, and try to find another group,” Kira said, looking over to the outlaw. He was busy looking down at a dead man, whose face had bloated and turned blue as he was suffocated. The cum crusted around his lips showing a hint at how he had been choked.

He nodded slowly, and turned with a frown towards the wood line. The other insurgents already moving, carrying whatever weapons and bits of armour that hadn’t been picked clean from the slaughter field already.

Kira lingered a few moments before letting out a heavy sigh, and turned to follow the others. Thoughts of her sister started to creep into her mind again, and she began to wonder just what it was that her sister was up to. Fingers rising up, she traced the scars along her cheek that her sister had left her.

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Standing naked before the window of her room that overlooked the city, Lelthina gently sipped at her goblet of wine. Behind her, Pharno lounged in her bed, his cock glistening, with smudged rings of her lipstick around the base of his shaft. Arms folded behind his head he basked in the slowly fading sensations of his orgasm while the councillor looked upon the city.

It had calmed considerably since the Elves had taken it over once more, but it didn’t sit right with the envoy. A fog of fear had settled over it all. It wasn’t that she felt much sympathy for the humans, it was that she was concerned about the control the Elves would be able to retain. Tales of the butchery that happened here would escape as it always did, and the humans would find themselves torn between the evils of Elves and the evils of Kazdruk.

“Damn her short sightedness,” Lelthina said, and drained her wine.

Pharno glanced over to her, but otherwise didn’t move. He appreciated the silhouetted view of the Elven noble a few moments, before he allowed himself to speak.

“Lillium was smart. Whether she intended to or not, she has driven a spike into the Coalition, and only now is it starting to show the cracks.”

Lelthina turned, letting him see the view droplets of his cum still upon her breast. She was frowning, moving toward the bed with her usual grace and elegance.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend is being made to work in more than one direction. Without the humans, we cannot win this war. Lillium knows this, she was once one of their greatest warriors,” she said as she sat on the edge of the bed. Pharno slid over towards her, his fingers running along her back.

“It is worse than you believe. The new baroness of Volgras is using an old human deity to get others to join her. I have heard the whispers amongst the prostitutes of Morkate,” Pharno said, and Lelthina’s head jerked around to regard him, her eyes wide.

“The siege was a feint. Her real ploy it seems was to get her little cultists inside the city walls, under guise of fleeing from their farms,” Pharno continued, and Lelthina stood, starting to pace. She could feel the spy’s eyes upon her form, watching the slight bounce of her breasts, but she was in no mood to enhance her movements for his pleasure.

“And Telva has made it so we can’t just kill them without pushing the humans over the edge. Did you ever find proof that Sarya was working for the bitch?”

“No. From everything I’ve pieced together, Sarya was pushed over the edge when asked to kill a Wolfkin. A decision made and pushed to the fat weak human ambassadors by the Elven ambassador that sat here earlier,” Pharno said, and smirked. “From what I tell, Sarya would have been one of our greatest instruments against Lillium. Her hatred was strong.”

“Elyiarna save me from the arrogance of my own kind,” Lelthina said, looking up towards the ceiling though she didn’t truly expect any kind of answer.

“She might. She’s given you me,” Pharno said grinning, and Lelthina snorted.

“You are as arrogant as any. But, you have proven yourself useful.”

“And able to make you cum,” he shot back simply.

“Hard,” Lelthina relented and moved towards him as he sat up on the edge of the bed, straddling him.

“We need a new ruler,” she said simply, as Pharno’s hands trailed along her back. He was grinning.

“We do. But how do you intend to make yourself queen? And even if you do, and manage to murder the king and get away with it, how do you get rid of Telva without it being suspicious?” Pharno asked. He likely knew many ways already despite the question.

“Becoming queen is easy. Seduce the king, sleep with him, take his seed, marry him. I’m of noble lineage, and his own wife is long beyond this world,” she said, starting to grind against him. She felt his saliva slick cock starting to harden beneath her, rising upwards to rub against the slick petals of her cunt.

“Easier said than done,” Pharno said, pulling her tight to him, smearing that spot of cum on her breast across his chest.

“With love yes. Impossible. With practicality and politics, much simpler. I just make it, that marrying me will soothe the bonds of the Coalition. The humans will settle with an Elven queen to look after their interests. All I need to do, is become a paragon for them.” she said, and smirked.

“And Telva?”

“Lillium is still out there. The two of them might find each other on the same battlefield again. I’m sure Lillium has old debts to settle for that disaster at the Atzgol plains,” Lelthina said, starting to grind harder against him, smearing his cock and thighs with her own juices.

“Care my dear. You just might make me love you,” Pharno said, grasping Lelthina’s upper arms, and swinging her around to lay upon her back, before he thrust into her, earning a hungry moan.

“And what of your little side project?” she asked as his hips began to move, driving hard into her. Making her tits bounce beneath him.

“The mercenaries are sailing on their way even now. Scytar nomads, as eager for blood as they are gold,” Pharno said, grasping one of her breasts. Squeezing hard, he could feel her nipple digging into his palm.

“Good. Hopefully they can provide the distraction to the Kazdruk we need in order to install proper leadership in the Coalition,” she said, her hips starting to return their bucks against him. The spy’s smile widened.

“Always wanted to fuck a queen.”

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Awaking between the naked forms of two fellow tribes folk, Layli carefully and quietly crawled out from the thick fur lined blankets bound over the packed wool mattress. She stood in the small tent like cabin the married couple had for themselves and stretched, arms raised above her head until fingers brushed over the thin beams of wood and stretched cloth that made the ceiling. She felt the sticky remains of last night’s fun clinging to her skin, peeling as her muscles warmed with her movements.

Leaning down, she found her bright orange silk sarong, and leather vest, and started to dress. As she tied the laces of her vest, pushing her breasts snug and comfortable, she felt fingers tracing along her calf, making Layli ever more grateful she’d left her trousers in a heap in the corner of the tent.

Turning she looked back at the woman who smiled up at her. She was a pretty woman, though lacked the muscles of a warrior. Her fingers though held small scars and were callused from her work as a fletcher.

“Don’t be too long. I’d like to taste your skin one last time before you find another bed,” she whispered softly, trying not to disturb her husband. Layli turned her gaze to the naked man, the sheets drawn over his lower legs. He had the muscles of a hunter. The faint traces of gray in his hair speaking to many years of experience with the bow. When Layli’s eyes found his flaccid cock, she remembered taking it inside her the night before. It was much more impressive when he was hard.

“I’ll have him ready for you,” the wife said, a mischevious smile curling her lips.

“I’d rather watch that. I just need some fresh air,” Layli said, leaning down, and dragging her fingers along the front of the woman’s neck before tilting her chin upwards. When their lips met, it was soft, telling the other of the hunger awaiting them. As the kiss broke, each looked at the shimmer of saliva they had left on the other.

“Don’t be too long,” the woman just repeated as Layli stepped out barefoot onto the deck of the war raft. The warm winds of the sea caressed her skin, causing her sarong to billow around her as she picked her way between the tents of other tribe folk. Most were still sleeping soundly as the sun began to crest the horizon, sending it’s beautiful light to shimmer across the rolling waves of the sea.

Breathing in, Layli savoured the salty scent, the damp around her. Her people, the Scytar were from the deserts far to the south. They were not used to such waters, nor to any true settled home. They wandered the sands, following the water holes and herds of goat and sheep, striking into the steppes for gold, food, and glory. Theirs was not an easy life, nor would they have it any other way.

Smiling, her hands curling around the railing, Layli was the same, and different. She had travelled beyond the deserts and steppes and into the lands of civilization. While Scytar blood pumped from her heart, there was also Elvish within her. She had the black hair, and bronzed skin of those she called her people, but her father had gifted her with more grace and pointed ears. Luckily for her, the Sytar valued deeds more than blood. Her return to the tribe with experiences and tales had made her a welcome guest to yurts and firesides. Her exotic nature made her a desired woman to slake the lusts in bed and beneath starry sky. And then her skill in battle had earned her the title of shawrapaht. A chosen protector of the tribe, and of the tribe’s shaman.

Though, she knew her inability to bear children had drawn attention to her as well. Monogamy was not as common amongst the Scytar as it was many of the many so called civilized people she had encountered, but it was against the shaman’s word to bear children outside of marriage.

“It won’t be long now, before we slather our blades,” a deep voice said, though did not approach any closer. Layli smiled, and glanced over her shoulder at her friend Erfan. He was a large man, bulging with muscle. One of the tribe’s lancers, skilled with blade and spear. He hated the waters.

“And earn yet more gold and glory,” Layli said, watching his eyes dip, following the slight curve of waist to hip. And the firm cheeks of her ass, exposed by the wind billowing her sarong off to the side. She let him watch but shook her head.

“Promised another I’d bed them again,” she said, a teasing smirk on her lips.

“Shame. But the view is nicer than what’s beyond you,” he replied, and Layli laughed, letting him enjoy the sight, even pushing her hips back slightly.

“It’s funny,” he said suddenly, arms crossing over his chest.

She cocked an thin eyebrow, another Elvish trait, and waited for him to continue.

“We’re called savages. Barbarians, and worse by these Elves and people who build with stone and lumber. They think themselves safe within their walls. Yet not that they see the lies of that, they come with chests of gold begging for us to help them.”

Layli laughed. She knew more of the ways of civilized people than most in her tribe. Despite her stories by crackling fires with jugs of fermented milk, they never truly understood the crime, corruption, and greed that settled between the bricks of the cities of the world. Erfan’s observation was something that had made her laugh when the Elvish envoys had first arrived.

“A greater threat has emerged in the world. I think we should show these Kazdruk why we are called savages. Why we are feared,” she said, looking out to the sea once more, gazing upon the other war rafts that floated over the waves. The navigators said tomorrow they would reach shore, and soon be advancing upon a place called Thorlgruz. The anticipation was reaching a fever point. There was more drinking and fucking than usual.

“On that note though my friend. There is a beautiful woman and a gorgeous man awaiting me,” she said, turning from the railing and moving towards the tent she had left not long ago. Erfan laughed, clapping her shoulder, and then her ass as she passed by.

In the tent, the fletcher didn’t even glance upwards as Layli entered, the shawrapaht seeing the woman’s tongue drag a slow path up her husband’s cock. The archer groaned, his cock hardening and glistening with pre-cum. Layli grinned, opening her vest to bare her breasts and let it fall to the ground.

Others might call her half-elf, but Layli had the heart of a Scytar.

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The twisting halls and corridors of the spire might be a maze to some, but Velkra had grown to know them well. To know where each turn led, what each room held. Her Talon had been there since the beginning. When they stepped forth to slaughter and rape the Goldulans. They had been glorious days then. Full of blood and pleasure. No more for Velkra’s Talon.

They had earned such glory in the initial invasion that they had earned the right and honour to defend the spire, where they had stayed hence. Sitting on their laurels, drinking the plentiful booze, and fucking the slaves and whores, and fighting one another. Her commander, Gelhoz, was a large beastly Kazdruk with very limited skills in magic. He was leading the talon to ruin and disgrace without even seeing it.

The war was still raging, and it infuriated Velkra that her war scythe had been dry for far too long. Only the foolish Elven assault on the spire had offered any respite from the lethargy that seemed to settle over her and her talon.

Moving down another corridor, moving towards the drinking hall she pondered over the sights she had seen since Aeltha had sent her away to collect Lillium. The succubus herself had been interesting in her own way. Seemingly not as tough as her kin, but she had guts, and she had the will to see her ambitions come to fruition. The battle on the beach had been unsettling. To see so many of her own slain, their ships sunk. The setbacks, the defeats, were all being ignored by the Kazdruk in the spire. After so many conquered worlds, they all believed themselves unstoppable. Velkra herself had believed it.

After the battle on the beach though. To see Kazdruk outsmarted and helots slaughtered, she had to wonder if their time was coming. She refused to accept that, and knew something would have to be done.

And then there was Wulfshn. Storming through the halls, and after some digging, Velkra discovered the tough Kazdruk warrior had been defeated in single combat by a mere corrupted elf. Kazdruk corruption made one better, but to defeat a purebred said only one thing to Velkra.

The Kazdruk were getting complacent.

Pushing the doors open into the drinking hall, Velkra walked in and looked at the scene before her. Kazdruk warriors with beer glistening on chins and chests. Roaring and shouting and laughing. An elven slave, likely taken from the battle, was bent over the table. She looked lost in a haze, likely having been shared by the entire Talon multiple times. Cum was pouring from her ass, her cunt, and was smeared across her face. She was panting, eyes half lidded, and Velkra had to wonder how long they’d been fucking her. She saw no other slaves about, and wondered how broken this one was.

“Velkra returns,” the large brown skinned form of Gelhoz stood, arms spread to welcome Velkra. One of her kin handed her a overflowing tankard with a toothy grin, her cock still hard despite the cum and saliva smeared along its length. She’d recently been inside the slave’s mouth. The rest were cheering.

Velkra frowned, taking the tankard and stepping inwards. This was the life of victory. But their victory was long ago now, and already their talon was being forgotten. All in this room believed themselves champions of the Kazdruk, while Luzella made herself the favoured one.

“Our victory has been spent. We should return to war,” Velkra called out. She noted a few frowns, heard a few laughs, but wasn’t sure who agreed with her.

“When we are called upon, we shall charge forth. We are favoured. We are the victors over the empire whose lands stretched from where we now sit,” Gelhoz said, and earned cheers, more poured drinks, and a loud smack of the elven slave’s ass.

“We are forgotten. Thought cowards by the other Talons. We sit and bask in glories that are scarcely remembered,” Velkra said, and earned hisses and boos, though a few were glancing at each other.

“Then let them come here and say that. We are known by Yuldasha herself. She remembers all. Come now Velkra, fuck this whore, drink your beer, and then sit down. This is my talon. Not yours,” Gelhoz let his jovial tone drop near the end. His eyes narrowing as fingers ran over the hilt of the knife on his belt.

Glancing about the room, Velkra took a quick gauge of the others in her Talon. They were all looking between them, hoping for a fight. She frowned, wondering how many would side with her. She had to show them what was happening out on the battlefields. And she could think of only one way.

“Of course Gelhoz. It is your talon. I mere make a recommendation,” Velkra said, with a submissive bow. She could hear the disappointment from the others around her that there would be no fight.

“So long as you remember your place Velkra. Now, take a turn at the whore,” Gelhoz said, letting his fingers slide away.

“Take my turn Gelhoz. To show that I remember my place. I’ll even hold her hair back, to see how far you can fuck her throat,” Velkra said, and earned more cheers though some watched her with suspicion. Their fight was gone, but there would be another sight. Gelhoz grinned, as he and Velkra stepped towards the cum and beer slathered table the elf was laying upon. Her tits crushed into the wood.

Grasping the back of her hair, Velkra yanked her head back. She grinned, running a thumb along her lips, as Gelhoz pulled out his thick cock. Already hard and eager he stepped forward, grinning at Velkra.

He was proud of himself, for having asserted his dominance Velkra knew. She watched him thrust his cock forward, with only the slightest complaint from the slave. She was long past complaining now. Gelhoz put his hands behind his head and grinned as his hips began to ram forward. Heavy balls slapping the slave’s chin, the Kazdruk were cheering on their talon commander as his cock thrust deep.

Until Velkra slammed her knee up. There was a stunned moment of shock for all present as Velkra’s knee struck the bottom of the slave’s jaw. The Elf herself was knocked immediately unconscious, but it was Gelhoz’s blood pouring from between her lips as he stumbled back staring down at the stump where his cock had been. Blood jetting from the wound, he didn’t even fully register what had happened as Velkra lunged forward and grasped his own knife and pulled it free.

The edge dragged along Gelhoz’s side. Opening his stomach and spilling his entrails across the bend. Then, Velkra found her target. Ramming the point of her knife hard into her Talon Commander’s throat. Crimson bubbles foamed around the blade and at his mouth. Velkra pulled the weapon violently to the side. More blood sprayed outwards, splattering a few of those watching.

Holding the knife now, Velkra braced herself for an attack as Gelhoz fell straight back. Blood pooling around his crumpled corpse, Velkra spun at the last moment. Her attacked seemed surprised, until the knife sliced his belly, then his thighs. More blood shed, making the floor slick and sticky with it. The attacker was killed with a quick stab just below the ear.

Then silence. All stared at her. Some had weapons, some still held their booze. Velkra let her eyes sweep over them all.

“We will not share slaves and whores. We will take our own. We will not sit idly by as other Talons reap all the conquests for themselves. We are Kazdruk, not Helots, and not Elves,” Velkra said. She met each gaze directed her way.

“I, am your new Talon Commander.”

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The great throne room of Yuldasha was a grandiose as Lillium had expected it would be. With high vaulted ceilings and open windows to the corrupted lands of the Tortured Sea. Great expanses of twisted landscape below the dark sky filled with stars and swirling clouds. Illuminated by magic torches, the room was meant to inspire awe and dread. Lillium could not deny she felt hints of both, though she did not let it show on her face. For what dominated the room and the eyes, was the beautiful and terrible visage of Yuldasha sitting upon her throne. Master of the Kazdruk in this world. Naked save a long cape and tall boots. Lillium knew looking upon her, that she was Kazdruk perfection, sure to inspire desire and terror in equal measures.

The meeting that was to come was inievitable she knew. That sooner or later she would have to come face to face with what was currently her master. The succubus had hoped for more time, more planning. This early however, her transgressions against the Kazdruk were unnoticed. Or, so she hoped. She had to use her own fear to her advantage. It was the only way.

Rolling her wing, feeling the dull ache from where Luzella had dislocated it, it was now far from the sharp sting that she found sexual in its sensation. The muscular and near beastly Kazdruk was powerful, and could prove a very significant enemy in the battles to come. But, now Lillium knew her strengths, and hints of her weaknesses.

To the side and a few paces ahead, Aeltha walked with a smile and swaying hips. She had stripped down to just her boots, letting her thick cock sway with each step. The sorceress had made Lillium do much the same, leaving the succubus in only boots, stockings, and gloves. Baring her flesh to Yuldasha.

The master of Kazdruk sat in her throne, unmoving. Her eyes watching, seemingly ignoring Aeltha. Like a new morsel being brought before her. Lillium admitted to herself that she felt like such, and wondered if this is what others felt when they came before her. It would make her appreciate being on the other side more, and should she emerge from this chamber, she knew it would become only more savoury.

“Aeltha,” Yuldasha started as Lillium and the sorceress stopped before the throne. Both lowered themselves to a knee, but where Aeltha rose, Lillium remained bowed low.

“This is the creation you have told me so much about,” she said. Not a question, a statement. Her voice dripping with menace and lust. A cold shiver ran up Lillium’s spine, even as she felt herself slickening.

“For what was once human, she is certainly a delectable sight. Stand self proclaimed baroness of Volgras,” Yuldasha said, her commands like a whip. Lillium stood. Modesty had long since become a forgotten memory to her.

“It is Master. One of my greatest successes,” Aeltha said with pride, and Lillium knew that she had no proof for the suspicions she held, and without concrete proof the sorceress would not want it known what was seen as her greatest success could well be a failure. At least in the sorceress’s eyes. Lillium didn’t let the relief show. Pride was Aeltha’s weakness. Pride and ambition.

Lillium almost smirked, knowing many would say the same of her. She could not herself become complacent here. Not before Yuldasha.

“So far,” Aeltha continued, with just a pause between, drawing Lillium from her thoughts.

“So far indeed. You have created much for me Aeltha. But you still have not given me the portals we need. The Matriarch grows impatient, thereby I grow impatient,” Yuldasha said, her voice holding more menace that allure with those final words.

“Of course master. I am very nearly done. We will soon be ready to make our first small test. To send Lillium back to Volgras,” she said, though the succubus could hear the fear from the sorceress. Perhaps the only situation she would.

“Explain to me sorceress why this takes so long. We travel between worlds, why can we not travel within just one?” Yuldasha said, leaning forward slightly to look down on the Kazdruk. Her hands clamped on the ends of her throne’s armrests.

“Because it is different. A different direction so to speak. We discovered how to breach the edges of reality to travel, but not to carefully warp it to channel us within a single one.”

Lillium didn’t understand what that meant, and it was difficult for her to determine if Yuldasha did. It seemed to placate the Kazdruk master for the moment as she leaned back in her seat.

“Leave us then. I would examine your pet on my own,” Yuldasha stated, and turned her full gaze to Lillium. Out of the corner of her eye, Lillium saw a hint of disappointment on Aeltha’s features. Whether because the sorceress wanted to show off her pet, or because she wanted to witness whatever was to happen, Lillium couldn’t be sure. But she bowed, and departed, leaving the succubus alone with Yuldasha.

“Master,” Lillium said, bowing again, and when she rose, saw the horse headed cock of the Kazdruk master rising before her eyes. Her arousal spiked, and Lillium bit her lower lip, as she watched Yuldasha’s fingers beckon her forth.

“I have heard tell of the sexual prowess of Aeltha’s succubi. I wish to see it for myself,” Yuldasha said, and rose to her cloven feet. There was something of a sneer on her lips as Lillium came forward to submit herself.

Green magic crackled around Yuldasha’s fingers, and Lillium watched a long whip of green magic slowly unroll from her hands. Tongue slipping over her lips, Lillium continued forward. The first crack of the whip lashed at her right shoulder. Pain flared with sudden sharpness through her flesh, and Lillium moaned. The sensation unlike any other. It only made Yuldasha grin wider, before the whip came forward again.

It coiled around Lillium’s arm. Intense burning bordering on true pain flaring through her before she was yanked forward. With some grace, Lillium came forward, stepping quickly to keep up with forced momentum. She caught herself on the back of the throne, and looked over her shoulder. Yuldasha spanked the succubus once, grinning.

“Pleasure from pain. Then perhaps you will treasure this,” Yuldasha said in her menacing purr, coming up behind Lillium and thrusting herself forward. Without any warning, the flared head of the horse cock pushed itself into Lillium’s ass. Her tight ring spread open to take it deep within. It hurt, and she moaned from the sensual pain. Feeling the flesh of Yuldasha started to ram into her.

“You know what I’m starting to like about you Lillium?” Yuldasha said, her hips slapping hard against the succubus’s rear cheeks. Each powerful thrust earning a loud moan of longing for even more from the vampiric creature.

Juices dripped from Lillium’s cunt, as the master took her. Small little droplets pattering on the floor beneath her. Lillium didn’t answer, just moaned and lifted one leg up onto the throne. Yuldasha grinned, and struck with the whip. A lash of pain from her breast dancing along her flesh to her hip. Another deep and hungry moan as Yuldasha’s cock throbbed in the succubus’s ass. Plunging as deep as she could.

“Answer pet,” Yuldasha demanded the glow of the whip casting green light across her skin.

“I know my place master,” Lillium said between pants, her hips working with Yuldasha’s own. Knowing the mighty Kazdruk master was close to orgasm.

“Yes. And you know what you want. An ambitious little whore,” Yuldasha said, pulling her cock free from Lillium’s ass. Thick ropes of cum hit Lillium’s thigh, more hitting the arm rest of the throne. Slowly slipping downwards.

“A perfect fit for the Kazdruk,” Yuldasha said, thrusting her thick cock into the succubus’s cunt. Lillium moaned again, eyes fluttering, before the strike of a whip had her shuddering in pleasure. The green magical burn sending her into a blissful orgasm, juices gushing over the huge cock pumping into her. She felt it stretching her open. Felt the flared head dragging along her inner walls as she pushed her hips back against Yuldasha. Flesh clapping against flesh as the Kazdruk master began to throb within the vampiric succubus once more.

“There is just one thing to remember my pet,” Yuldasha started, going harder for a moment. Lillium twisted herself to look back at the spire’s ruler.

“That you are mine. Not Aeltha’s. Not your own. Mine. Like every creature on this planet,” Yuldasha said, grunting as a hot stream of cum burst into Lillium, flooding her cunt with the thick sticky spunk. She leaned over, and pressed her lips to Yuldasha’s own.

Yuldasha’s tongue forced it’s way into Lillium’s mouth, into her throat as she continued to fuck her upon the throne. Ravaging her flesh as cum poured from between her thighs, splattering on the seat of the throne. Dripping over the edge towards the floor. Another strike from the whip, the green burn flaring from breast to hip once more. Lillium felt a hand slip from the top of the throne, dragging along the back of the seat.

When the kiss broke, Lillium just looked back at Yuldasha as she continued to fuck her. Drool ran over the succubus’s lips, a thin line of saliva connecting the two for a moment. Each thrust of that mammoth cock shaking Lillium’s form, her breasts bouncing.

Yuldasha Ravages Lillium

“Yes Master,” she said, and Yuldasha grinned.

Before her third orgasm, Yuldasha pulled her heavy cock from inside the succubus. Thick ropes of cum splattering up her back, across her wings. The erotic sensation of cum slowly dribbling down over her skin, and the webbing of her wings making her shiver and moan softly.

“I expected something more pet. Perhaps your not as grandiose as Aeltha claims,” Yuldasha said, and pulled Lillium from the throne, the whip in her hand disintegrating with a small shower of green sparks. The succubus stumbled slightly, breathing heavily as she kneeled before the throne once again.

“Go, on with your duties. I have seen what I need to,” Yuldasha said, and Lillium nodded, standing, and turned to walk away.

“And don’t clean up until dawn,” Yuldasha commanded.

“Of course master,” Lillium said, feeling thick spunk trailling down her thighs, pattering on the floor, leaving a trail behind her as she left the throne room. Lillium wasn’t sure whether or not to be elated. Did Yuldasha mean what she had said, and truly believe Lillium not a threat? Or was she playing games with the succubus?

The doors opened, revealing Aeltha waiting for her, and Lillium didn’t feel any less concerned than when she entered the throne room to begin with.

Spire of Torment. Chapter 30: Onslaught.

By: Lucien

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is Lillium.”

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

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

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

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

Lillium vs Luzella

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lillium stepped closer, promiscuously swaying her form.

“Because, you’re bound by honor.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brazeek smiled and awkwardly sat down on the floor.

“Yoour hospitality is greaatly welcomed Kamri.”

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

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

“Ugh, what was in this anyway?”

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

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

“Fair enough.”

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

Kamri grinned.

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

“Why did you bring me these healing potions?”

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

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

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

Brazeek’s thick eyebrows lifted.

“Perhaaaps.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ohh..I’m listening.”     

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Brazeek! Opeeeen up!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brazeek looked at Luzella and laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Jelthra, on your feeeet, let’s go.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

>><<

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

     >><<

 

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

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

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

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

“Where is Master Trainer Veluri?”

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

“She’s tending to the dragons Luzella.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luzella laughed at the thought.

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

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

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

“Of course Veluri,”

Veluri looked past Luzella and pointed.

“The three along the far left just arrived.”

“You’re too kind Veluri.”

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

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

Veluri looked up to the dragon and smirked to herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No…don’t you dare!”

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

“Please! Stop!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Avelyn faced the southland elf and was speechless.

“I-I’m sorry…I can’t…I…I… don’t-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me go!” The elf yelled kicking.   

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

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

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

“Curse you and your kind demon!”

The southlander spat and threw another kick towards Luzella.

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

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

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

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

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

“A feisty one I see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Luzella and Tasha

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

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

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

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

“I’m not done with you.”

 

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

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

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

Kamri returned a sly smile.

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

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

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

Kamri shrugged.

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

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

Brazeek nodded his head.

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

Kamri and Jelthra both nodded with twin smiles.

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

“Then good eve,” Brazeek returned bowing his head before leaving.

The heavy door latched behind him as he marched away. Kamri turned and looked at Jelthra.

“Well, that went surprisingly smooth.”   

Jelthra nodded in agreement.

“Aye, too smooth.”

“Can we trust Brazeek?”

“Hmm, that is ze big question.”

“I wonder if his distaste of Luzella is genuine?”

“I’m sure it iz, but don’t let him fool us, i’m sure he would not hesitate to put himself first if a situation or opening should ever arise. He will do waz it takes to get ahead, at any expense.”

“Indeed. Well, we stick to our plan and only include him if needed. The closer we keep this plan to ourselves, the better the chances of pulling it off— Besides, I’m still not sure I can even trust you,” Kamri laughed.

Jelthra broke a smile and pushed Kamri into bed. Moving over her slowly and seductively, Jelthra kissed Kamri on the lips while brushing her fingers across Kamri’s breasts.

“I suppose only time will tell.”

Kamri pushed into the kiss, nibbling on the human’s lower lip.

“I have a place in mind to send Luzella,” Kamri whispered into Jelthra’s ear while softly gliding her fingernails down her partner’s back.

” Oh? Do tell.”

“Mmm, show me I can trust you first—You’re getting close.”

Jelthra smiled at Kamri’s demand and brushed herself into the elf.

“With pleasure my dear.”