By: Lucien

Luzella’s face flashed in Yuldasha’s mirror. The Amazonian was inside an animal skin command tent located outside among the northern Kazdruk coast. There she sat, dignified and content. An elvish slave woman stood behind her, chained by a thick metal collar. The slave stood massaging Luzella’s muscular trapezius. Her small delicate hands ran over Luzella’s oiled skin, caressing across each defined muscle. Helots moved behind Luzella, working tirelessly to gather the dead bodies of elven soldiers. Yuldasha smiled at the great Kazdruk warrior as she spoke.

“Master Yuldasha, the elves have broken through the Northern coast. As planned, a handful of small remaining groups managed to evade our forces and moved through. They’re heading deeper into the heart of our dominion. Should we hunt them down?”

“That won’t be necessary just yet; give them some leeway. I want to give them hope, Luzella. Give them purpose and glory, let them gaze upon this Spire. Just when they’re within reach of their Queen, will we strike them down like sickles through drought-ridden wheat.”

“As you wish, Master,” Luzella smiled.

“Wait until nightfall, then place a light presence across their heels. Push them into our arms, Luzella.”

 “It will be my pleasure, Master,” Luzella said, curling her lips upward in delight. “The Northern coast is secured, but what of the Southern coast?”

 “They’re of no concern. Let them come – we will bask in their ignorance and slay them at our doors.”

 Luzella nodded. “Of course, Master.”

 Yuldasha watched the Helots closely working behind Luzella. She scrutinized with extreme detail, watching every move they made.

“Luzella, have your Helots been following orders? Any strange behavior or insubordination? Perhaps any possible deserters?”

” Negative Master, these soldiers are normal. If anything would be note worthy, it would be their apparent increased libido Master. But that is understandable given there working conditions and continued exposure to captured female elven soldiers. Other then that, they appear normal Master.” Luzella spoke looking a bit perplexed but knowing better then to question her Master.

Yuldasha looked onward at the working Helots through the mirror and nodded to Luzella .

“Good. Lets just say we’ve had a few incidents with various regiments of Helots. Keep a close eye on them and report any strange behavior to me. “

” As you wish Master.”

“Stick to your current orders Luzella.”

Luzella nodded and her image vanished.

Yuldasha extinguished her mirror and turned to Queen Aria. The setting sun basked into their chamber, spilling across Aria’s back. The elvish Queen kneeled on all fours at the base of Yuldasha’s throne. She looked up at her new Master with a sullen face. The human Ulla resided next to Aria, laying feebly in steel shackles, still holding hope and perseverance.

 “Your people find you quite important, don’t they, Aria?” Yuldasha grinned, sipping fine wine from her goblet.

 Aria looked up, but said nothing. She only dropped her head in defeat and submission.

 “They’re trying to rescue you; how noble of them. I wonder how close they will come to achieving their goal?”

 Ulla tilted over to the Elven Queen, realizing the mental games Yuldasha was trying to play. She leaned closer and whispered into her ear.

“They will succeed, Queen Aria; don’t let her break you. You must believe in yourself, believe in your people.”

Yuldasha smirked at the human’s optimistic comment to the elf. “There is no hope for either of you,” she spat while pulling on Ulla’s chain leash. “Tell me, Ulla – do you still believe in your people?”

 Ulla looked away defiantly. “Yes, the Goldulin people are strong.”

 Yuldasha’s eyes flickered in amusement. “The history of your people is quite interesting, Ulla.”

 “You know nothing of my people! Our Empire, or its history!”

“Oh but I do, Ulla. And all of its dirty secrets… speaking of secrets, I believe it’s time I share something special with you. Something I think the two of you will find most interesting,” Yuldasha commented as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip and turned to a guard across the far wall.

“Guard, bring me forth the Follower of Morkate.”

“Yes, Master. As you wish,” the guard bowed and quickly left the chamber.

Ulla’s eyes widened at the stabbing word Morkate, the ancient Goddess who was worshiped so many moons ago. Long before the Kazdruk invasion, it was the only evil across these lands. An idol of bloodlust and sexual hunger, a parasitic cult of vampirism devoted to the dark. The word alone sent chills up her back. Oan was Goldulin’s true God – the bringer of light and a blade to a shadow’s throat. All Cults of Morkate were outlawed and destroyed under strict rule of the human empire.

“Morkate?” Ulla whispered in disbelief.

 “Ah, that name interests you doesn’t it, Ulla? It runs deep in your land’s history.”

Ulla only looked away in anger. More mind games, she thought to herself.

 Queen Aria looked on, puzzled. Her elven people had heard of Morkate but she only knew of the goddess vaguely. Nothing more than a mere piety pagan cult followed by ignorant humans.

The chamber door opened and a large oak crucifix was dragged in by two large guards. Chained to the wood was a naked, lithe female human, or what appeared to be one. The tall woman screamed out in a crazed rage, her pale skin flexed as she tried to free herself. A leather sack covered her head and was tied with a cord around her neck. The human was strong for her size; her chains looked as if they would snap at any moment, but the Kazdruk steel held. She continued to scream out in an animalistic rage.

“I can smell their sweet blood! Free me at once! Let me feed! You must let me feed! Morkate will curse you all! You can’t capture the shadows, you can’t control darkness, you cannot hide from her cold touch! No one can stop her children!”

“Silence, you deranged lamprey! Guards, bring her closer.” The woman fell silent.

 “Yuldassshaaa,” the vampire hissed softly. “I thought I recognized your sweet scent.”

 Ulla looked on in horror. Another Kazdruk experiment, she thought to herself. Those monsters, what have they done to her?

“What did you do to her!” Ulla yelled out in anger.

“Young Ulla, I did nothing,” Yuldasha grinned.

“Lies! You did this to her!”

“Quite the contrary, Ulla; she did this to herself. She hid this from you and your people.”

“Hid what? My people? Is she a soldier of Goldulin?” Ulla looked on puzzled and angered. She rose to her feet.

“This is a follower of the ones you pathetic humans call Morkate. But more interestingly, she was the leader of your people, Ulla. Please correct me if I’m wrong, but your Empire despised followers of Morkate, no?”

“Wha-” Ulla stared back at the faceless human, trying to envision the face underneath. Her blood began to boil. “…blasphemy…” she whispered to herself.

“Lies! This is just another game of yours, Yuldasha! Empress Nera was a devoted follower of Oan, our true savior. She died on her feet! She died with honor fighting off you bloody bastards. She held her sword proudly in the Great Hall of Ridgeblade!” Ulla yelled at Yuldasha, outstretching her hand. “I know because I was there, ye serpent!”

“Such certainty, Ulla, and so confidant. The truth will revise your opinion.” Yuldasha waved her hand towards one of the Kazdruk guards. “Whether or not you wish to believe, the truth is… this creature was the Empress of The Goldulin Empire!”

 The guard pulled the sack off the woman’s head. The crazed vampiric human hissed in the low candlelight. Her crimson eyes reflected the ambiance of Yuldasha’s chamber like a feline. The setting sun danced off her blonde hair and pale face. Her pearl fangs glimmered behind her pale lips. She pulled herself forward once again trying to free herself.

 Queen Aria placed her hand over her mouth in shock. She looked on, just as surprised as Ulla.

 “That poor soul…” she whispered to herself.

“LIES!” Ulla screamed in hatred and contempt. Her world had suddenly been crushed. Her breath was knocked out of her as Empress Nera of Goldulin stood before her.

 Her own Empress, once believed to be dead, now stood before her a Vampire – an abomination, a worshiper of Morkate. After all these years, the woman she was sworn to protect was no better than the Kazdruk.

“No… how could this be?” Ulla whispered.

She was seething. She thought back to all the brave men and women who had lost their lives protecting the King and Empress. Fighting the initial Kazdruk invasion, doing her best to protect a lie.

“Empress Nera… you heretic, how could you! May Oan have mercy on your cursed soul.”

Yuldasha gestured towards the guards, but Ulla placed her hand out to them like she wanted them to halt.

“No, wait!” Ulla yelled, walking towards Nera.

Yuldasha looked on in interest, giving Ulla the needed slack to reach her. Nera looked at Ulla in a crazed hunger.

“I refuse to believe this, Nera. This must be some sort of trick… a demonic illusion.”

Ulla reached out to touch Nera’s cold skin. Nera smiled and waited; as soon as Ulla’s trembling hand touched Nera’s skin, she lashed outward, biting Ulla’s arm. Ulla jumped back, leaving a long bloody slash down her arm, falling backward and grasping her wound.

“Thats enough! Guards, take her away!” Yuldasha ordered.

The guards placed the leather back over Nera’s face and pulled her out of the main chamber.

Ulla looked down at her slashed arm. The pain was real, her blood was real, the burning was real. Empress Nera was indeed a savage monster. This fresh laceration would be a constant reminder of her betrayal to Goldulin and her people.

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We carried ourselves through the cursed red sands.The once beautiful Goldulin Empire was now nothing but a wretched land of despair, filled with evils beyond elven comprehension. A land now of defiled soil and everlasting crimson hue. The very air was thin and cool, swimming with loss and distress.

We had received word that the northern Wayyel landing party had not fared well. Only thirty ships made it ashore at their northern point. Out of our forty that we, Blue Lotus had sent, only twenty made it to our southern waypoint. Yesterday we received a letter by a Wayyel Carrier hawk.

Despite our odds, the objectives remained the same – Reach Wayyel’s Queen and help our northern cousins rescue her. After the southern beachhead we hadn’t encountered much Kazdruk activity. Our nerves began tiring of the constant thought of a Kazdruk ambush that never came. Nothing but red barren land. We carried on northward.

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 Aeltha paced back and forth in her chamber, pondering Kamri’s staff requirements. “You seek the weight of light wood but the strength of Demkk.”

 “That is correct, High Sorceress Aeltha,” Kamri nodded. “Is something even possible?”

Aeltha deviously smiled at the question.

“Anything is possible, Kamri. It all depends on how far you’re willing to go, depends on how many sacrifices you’re willing to make. Your staff will require a living offering to bind our materials. Any creature will do, but I suggest a humanoid; the binding will be more stable. The stronger the source’s essence, the stronger the bond. Go to the prison level of this spire, Kamri. Find someone or something that draws to you them. Bring them back and we will begin. Choose wisely, Kamri; I will continue the preparations.”

Kamri bowed and left the chamber heading downward, deep into the prison level.

The prison level was dim as usual. Moans and suffering spilled into the narrow halls. Cries for help and freedom danced across the steel prison bars. A single candle hung off the wall every ten meters or so. The dim flames flickered in the cool draft. Kamri ran her hand across the smooth stone hallways. She looked into each cell as she walked by. Most were filled with humans, former Goldulin soldiers and peasants. Kamri criss-crossed between sections of cells searching for the right sacrifice. None of the prisoners called out to her or seemed correct.

 She soon found herself towards the far corner. A small set of dark stairs led to a lower sub level. She was about to step down the short set of stairs when she heard a familiar female voice. A Kazdruk guard and a woman spoke. Kamri stopped dead in her tracks and backed against the wall, tilting her pointed ear in the direction of the speakers. The unmistakable broken accent of Jelthra echoed off the damp walls. Kamri clenched her fist in anger. She had trouble thinking straight. She could only see red; her blood was on fire, vengeance filling her mind. She wanted to slit Jelthra’s throat and bathe in it.

 Kamri took a deep breath trying to compose herself. She stayed out of sight, remaining in the dark shadows and listening carefully.

 “…yes, Jelthra, these cells here are open, but back there beyond that wall, hold rather violent beasts. High Sorceress Aeltha ordered us to keep them separated. I believe they’re experiments of hers.”

 “Good, keep deez cells here open, I vill be transporting new prisoners to dis section tomorrow.”

 “As you wish, Jelthra.”

Kamri heard the two separate and move off in opposite directions. Cloven footsteps marched away into a labyrinth of more cells. She peered her head around the corner to see the back of Jelthra, her heeled boots clicking on the stone surface. She was heading towards the back side of the section. Kamri followed after her, quickly and silently, cloaked by the cell’s shadows. Jelthra moved into the next cell block. A loud chorus of roars lashed out right as Jelthra entered. Kamri focused, her body slightly tensed and ready for combat.

 She then noticed that the adjoining cell block held roughly thirty cages filled wild creatures of all kinds. Twisted experiments of demon and beast. Aeltha’s personal stock of prototype warbeasts, some more successful than others. All of them extremely dangerous.

 Kamri peered around the corner facing the large wide entrance, watching Jelthra closely. As she turned the corner, Kamri brushed her hand across a long chain heading upward into the shadows. The slight jingle was lost in the roar of wild beasts. Kamri looked upward and noticed she was standing under a large steel gate. The chain ran up to a release mechanism. The open gate ran the width of the entire chamber entrance. If closed, it would seal off the entrance to this room.

Kamri looked beyond Jelthra and noticed that the other side of the chamber was a stone wall. This chamber only held one way in and out. Jelthra kept walking further into the chamber, examining the strange beasts and Aeltha’s twisted handy work. Kamri scanned over the cages quickly and noticed all the cages held a single bolt pin lock that held the cage doors closed.

 Kamri smiled to herself, a deep devious and destructive smile. She crept slowly into the chamber keeping a close eye on Jelthra, who was now close to the very end of the chamber. The first cage on her left held a two headed Keeat hound growling softly as it paced back and fourth. The next cage on her right held a large segmented reptilian beast with hundreds of centipede like legs and long sharp fangs. The oversized snake like demon smashed into the cage door at the sight of Kamri. She backed up and kept moving. The next cage held a large exotic creature. The dark purplish beast lowered itself onto its four thick muscular legs. It held a low center of gravity and moved its self backward away from the cage door. It pulled itself low as if it were about to launch itself outward. Waiting, ready to violently ponce. Kamri watched as it hid itself in the deep cage shadow. Only its glowing yellow eyes peering from the dark. It flashed a row of sharp serrated teeth.

 Kamri suddenly caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Near her left foot, emerging from a gap under the cage door was a slimy, dark purple tendril. She quickly stepped back before it could warp around her foot. Kamri looked back at Jelthra, then back to the creature and smiled nefariously. She looked at the cage door’s lock. This cage held a large lock pad as well as a steel pin. Kamri placed her palm on the lock and ignited the lock with intense heat. The Kazdruk magic burned into the steel. Kamri’s eyes gleamed as the lock started to weaken.The metal began to melt and warp. Kamri smiled and quickly exited the chamber, returning to the outer cell-block shadows. She reached the opening and looked up while pulling down hard on the dangling entrance chain. The chain disengaged the winch as Jelthra looked back, jumping at the sudden loud clanking of the closing cage door that was now falling downward.

“No, vait!”

Jelthra ran back as quickly as she could, but she was too late. She slid on her heels and bumped into the gate as it reached the floor. The heavy gate latched into place, sealing off the entrance and trapping Jelthra inside.

 Jelthra knocked on the gate hard with her fists. “Guards! lez me out! I’m still in here!” She looked around for the chain system to reopen the gate. She quickly realized there was no chain on this side of the gate.

 “Guards! I said lez me out!” Jelthra yelled, continuing to slam the gate with her fists. The gate only held a single horizontal slit to view through. She inched up on her toes to peer through. The outside chamber was empty, only flickering candles.

 “Those incompetent guards vill surely pay for dis. I swear!”

 Jelthra had noticed that the chamber had fallen eerily silent.

A Keeat hound behind her let out a uneasy whine, momentarily cutting through the silence. She spun around, scanning the chamber hold. The third cage in was wide open, the holding cell empty. Its door slowly swayed further open until it bumped softly against the steel side of the neighboring cage. Jelthra froze in her tracks peering slowly back and forth. A steel pin covered in slick slime rolled to her feet. Jelthra slowly took a few steps backward. She reached back over her shoulder to unsheathe her sword. Jelthra’s eye widened in terror when her hand only grasped empty air; her sheath was empty. She swallowed hard as she ran her hand down lower and felt more wet sticky resin across the back of the sheath. She slowly walked backward until her ass softly bumped into the locked gate.

Long thin strands of saliva fell from above, pooling on the floor around Jelthra. She hesitantly looked upward into the endless shadows, trying to make out any movement up above. She thought she might be seeing a wet glistening surface. Jelthra shot her hand out and ignited a fire spell in her palm. The orange sphere of flame flickered about, swirling and pulsing. Jelthra watched the large shadow move across the high ceiling and down the far side of wall. The strange beast was large, much larger than any Keeat hound. Jelthra grimaced as the creature vanished into the dark shadows again.

Jelthra looked around nervously, trying to obtain a visual on the creature. The beast reappeared quickly to her left behind a break in the cages. The demon lumbered across the stone floor on all fours, moving at incredible speed towards her. Jelthra tossed her fire spell at the charging beast where it exploded across the creatures angled head with little effect. Jelthra dove off to the side into a summersault to avoid the large creature. She rolled out of the dive ready to fight. The creature shook its head side to side, merely shaking off the fireball. Jelthra’s eyes widened at the beast’s apparent invulnerability to fire. The beast let out a blood curdling roar and turned to face Jelthra again.

Jelthra side stepped trying to keep the creature at a distance. She made her way towards the gate, quickly tossing another fireball. The ball exploded, sending cinders in all directions. The beast lowered itself and advanced towards Jelthra slowly. Jelthra noticed many long thick tendrils erecting from the underside of the beast. They slide out across the ground leaving wet slimy trials. The tentacles ran off to either side, widening the beast’s coverage and further trapping its prey. There was no way Jelthra could make it past them, so she reached down to her boot and pulled out a dagger. The immense creature moved closer and closer, cornering Jelthra.

Without warning, a long phallus-like tendril shot outward, striking towards her at blurring speed. Jelthra dodged the strike and slashed at the slimy tentacle. Before she could gather her balance, a second tendril lashed out wrapping itself around her wrist. It squeezed her tight, causing her to drop her dagger. Another tendril launched out, wrapping around her legs. Before she knew it she was completely entangled with thick tentacles. Jelthra struggled to free herself but the beast pulled her downward. Jelthra cried out as she was pulled out from under her feet landing hard on her back. The heavy beast lunged forward landing on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

A wall of tendrils ripped apart her clothing and wrapped around her body, pulling her closer to his.The snake like appendages slid into her groin, slithering around frantically for any openings they could find. Jelthra tried pushing the heavy beast off, but it didn’t budge as her hands only pushed into soft leathery muscle. The long tentacles found their mark, pulling her thong aside, sinking into her pussy. The brutal girth of the tendril spread her lips wide. Another sank into her tight ass, filling her up with thick, slick meat. Jelthra screamed as the slick cock slid further and further up her ass. The creature’s jaws opened wide over her face spilling out long strands of saliva. Jelthra gritted her teeth and pulled her face away from the dangerously sharp row of predatory teeth.

A long segmented tongue erected itself from the beast’s mouth and slid across Jelthra’s face looking for an opening. Jelthra screamed again from the wide double intrusion. The thick tongue tentacle took the open opportunity and forced itself into Jelthra’s mouth, spreading her blue lips open wide. The long cocktongue slid down her throat, turning her cries into wet soft gagging. Jelthra’s eyes shot open wide in terror as all of her holes were filled. The beast’s tentacles pulled her even closer to his body as he began to pump his prey full of warm, ropey seed. A torrent of hot cum flushed up inside Jelthra’s cunt and tight ass. She squirmed in place as she felt each tentacle simultaneously pumping inside her.

Load after load or warm fluid spilled down her throat, overflowing up out of her mouth and nostrils. She violently kicked her entangled legs as she choked on the thick loads. Her stomach stretched as it was pumped full of hot sperm. Jelthra dug her hands into the floor as her womb was filled well beyond capacity. The hot cum spilled out of her cunt and ass, gushing onto the floor into thick ropey pools. The nefarious beast held its prey tightly underneath as its emptied the last of its cum reservoir into his new human mate. The beast kept its tentacles tightly wrapped around Jelthra and pulled her into the dark shadows, leaving behind nothing but smeared pools of cum and a dagger.

 The caged creatures remained silent. Only a faint, muffled gagging would eek out from time to time, emitting from the lightless abyssal corner of the chamber.

By: Lucien

Cazel stood naked in the middle of Yuldasha’s personal chamber. Deep amethyst torch flames danced softly, spilling light across the smooth spire floors. The giant moon hung low in the dark night sky, watching over Yuldasha’s personal chamber. Blindfolded with a strip of leather and restrained with chains running off to the stone walls, Cazel trembled in fear. Yuldasha circled her, whipping her tail back and forth as she pondered in deep thought.

The demoness reached up and removed Cazel’s blindfold. Cazel set her eyes upon Yuldasha, who held a different physical appearance this eve. Her cloven feet were now beautiful human feet, her demonic phallus replaced by her natural pussy with a small cropped strip of black pubic hair. A master of psychological games, her human appearance gave her an advantage of appearing more compassionate and caring; just another ploy deceitfully used to further confuse her victims.

Tasha and Ulla stood in separate caged cells across from each other, both facing Yuldasha and Cazel. They watched on nervously, fearing for her life.

“Ah, little Cazel, what to do with you? You did give us the location of Queen Aria; I suppose that should count towards something,” Yuldasha smirked.

“We almost forgot about you in the deep chambers. And in the company of Keeat hounds – how naughty of Jelthra! Gosh, that must have been a frightening experience…”

Yuldasha continued to circle Cazel, tipping around barefoot across the marble tile.

“The predicament we seem to have is that, well… you’re useless to us, Cazel. You’re too weak. You’re not worth the time or effort of trying to turn you. You’re a waste of space and resources at this point. Do you know what happens to ones I no longer need or find useful?”

Cazel shook her head side to side, her blue eyes starting to fill with tears. Yuldasha moved close to Cazel, gripping her chin and licking up the tears that ran down her cheek.

“Don’t cry, Cazel; its not fitting for a child of AzurLyyn,” Yuldasha smiled to herself while thinking the complete opposite. “Don’t worry, there is still hope, Cazel. You can still live. Maybe even obtain your freedom. All you need to do is prove yourself, Cazel. How does that sound?”

Cazel looked on in hope nodding, her eyes wide like a doe. Yuldasha leaned in very close to Cazel smiling.

“I’m feeling extremely generous today, little one. I believe you can help me, my sweet child of the North.” Yuldasha ran her hands across her soft face, brushing Cazel’s white strands of hair to the side and slowly wiping away more tears.

“I’m going to make a deal with you. You see, I need something. If you can successfully retrieve it for me, I will grant you your freedom. Its not too difficult – even someone such as yourself should be able to get it without much trouble.”

Both Tasha and Ulla leaned closer to their cell’s bars, intrigued and surprised by the words being spoken by Yuldasha.

“I’m looking for a special gem. Its location is only found in one underground location. Why I need the gem is of no concern to you; just find it, return it to me… and you will have your freedom.”

“Don’t do it Cazel! She’s lying!” Ulla suddenly yelled out from her holding cell.

Yuldasha smiled, reached back, not looking. She casted a bolt of green lighting towards Ulla’s cage. The bolt knocked her out cold and collapsed her to the floor.

“I always keep my end of a bargain dear, but you need to keep your end as well.”

Yuldasha snapped her fingers. Jelthra entered the chamber, deviously smiling and carrying all of Cazel’s clothes, weapons, and equipment.

“This map shows the location of the gem as well as an illustration of it. Do we have a deal, Cazel?”

Cazel looked up at Yuldasha and nodded softly, knowing she had no other choice.

“Good. Jelthra, release her and give her equipment back.” Yuldasha looked back at Cazel. “And don’t think of running away and not fulfilling this little quest. I promise you will not get far. I’m always watching, Cazel. Always.”

Jelthra undid Cazel’s chains and cuffs. Cazel nervously and cautiously put her clothes back on. She looked at the map Jelthra handed her. A red X marked the location at the base of Mournfall Peak.

Cazel looked at Yuldasha and Jelthra. Yuldasha smiled.

“Go on, my dear. Jelthra will escort you out of the Spire.”

Jelthra did as was told, taking her by the arm and out of the chamber. Cazel looked up at Ulla and Tasha as a wave of guilt spilled over her. She received passage out of the Spire but her fellow comrades did not.

Yuldasha looked over at Ulla as she slowly got back to her feet. She shook her head side to side in disappointment, walking slowly towards Ulla.

“Ah yes. Ulla, the perpetual thorn in my side. I’m beginning to lose my patience with you.”

Yuldasha opened the cage door, slowly eyeing the human. She lunged her hand around Ulla’s neck, pinning her against the steel bars.

“Such impudence and provocation. Defiant human, I think its time you learn some lessons.”

She lifted Ulla off her feet before tossing her out of the cell. Ulla landed hard and slid across the tile. Yuldasha walked slowly and elegantly towards the fallen human. Her horns extended as her temper and demeanor twisted and shifted. Her eyes began piercing with green energy. Yuldasha reached Ulla and looked down at her.

“You will soon learn your place human; you will become nothing more than pine shavings under my hoof. A mere afterthought, just like your homeland of Goldulin. I will enjoy every second of your diminution and pathetic fall from significance.”

Yuldasha stepped on Ulla’s head, pinning her body and stomach down to the cold floor. Ulla struggled under her foot.

Yuldasha emitted two streams of dark magic. The bolts wrapped around Ulla’s ankles spreading them apart, outstretching her legs and exposing her glistening pussy and ass. The magic leg cuffs adhered themselves to the tile floor, locking her legs in place, denying her the ability to close them. Yuldasha lifted her foot off of Ulla’s head. Ulla tried getting up, but the glowing green bands of energy sparked, further tightening. Ulla screamed out as the bindings restrained her. Her upper body fell back down as she laid helplessly on the cold tile.

Yuldasha walked around her, examining Ulla’s naked body. “The defiant ones are always more enjoyable to break. Look at you, writhing and squirming. Its very becoming of you.”

“I’m Goldulin born! I’ll never succumb to you! You witch!” Ulla spat.

“Is that so, Ulla?”

Yuldasha smiled and shot two more streams of magic towards Ulla’s hands. The streams wrapped around her wrists, pulling each hand down to the floor. The magic now bound her entire body to the tile floor.

Yuldasha conjured up her aether whip. The twisting energy manifested in her palm causing the whip to glow the same emerald green as her devious eyes. The dancing green sparks sparkled around as the whip grew longer. A few stray green cinders landed on Ulla’s back, burning her flesh lightly. Ulla’s body tensed in pain as more cinders spilled off the whip across her athletic back.

“Now, Ulla, you will learn some respect.”

Yuldasha lowered the aether green whip down softly and dragged it slowly across Ulla’s bare back. The whip hissed and sparked as it came in contact with the human’s skin. Searing her flesh, Ulla screamed out in sharp agony.

Yuldasha laughed out and pulled back the whip off Ulla’s skin. The burns instantly vanished, healing up and momently reliving Ulla of pain. Yuldasha rose her arm up and lashed the fiery green whip down hard across Ulla’s back. Emerald sparks exploded across the human’s shoulders as Ulla let out a bloodcurdling scream. Yuldasha placed her foot in front of Ulla’s face.

“Clean my toes, slave.”

Ulla turned her head away in opposition and was met with another painful lash of the whip. Another explosion of green lit up the chamber as Ulla cried out. The pain was unbearable. Ulla slowly stretched her tongue out. Yuldasha grinned and shifted her foot back so her toes where just out of reach of Ulla’s tongue. Ulla screamed out again as the Yuldasha lashed her twice with a sharp X pattern. The cracking whip echoed out across the walls.

“I said clean my toes. I will not ask again.”

Ulla stretched her tongue out as far as she could. The tip of her tongue just barely touched Yuldasha’s ring toe. Yuldasha shifted forward and placed her foot on Ulla’s head again, pushing down and pinning her head once again. She rose her whip and lashed it across Ulla’s bare ass. Keeping her foot across the side of Ulla’s head, she whipped her again and again, each of Ulla’s screams louder then the last. Yuldasha’s loins became wet with each lash and each scream of her slave.

“You will call me Master now,” Yuldasha spoke as she slid her fingers across her own wet labia, sliding her ring and index fingers inside her lips.

“Who am I?”

Ulla said nothing. Yuldasha lashed her whip across Ulla’s ass again.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“M-master,” Ulla whispered out of her weak mouth.

Yuldasha lashed the whip around Ulla’s neck and placed her foot across her back, pulling back hard on the whip. The whip sizzled across Ulla’s neck simultaneously choking and burning her.

“I’m sorry, I still didn’t hear you.” Yuldasha smiled and conjured up a second whip with her free hand, still pulling back with the whip that was surrently choking Ulla.

“Master!” Ulla managed to scream out.

“Ah, finally we’re learning.” Yuldasha whipped Ulla’s ass as she pulled back on her neck, arching her torso upward. The sizzling whip lashed across her firm ass cheeks.

“Again.” Yuldasha began lashing in a steady pattern.

“Master!” Ulla screamed out between lashes.

“Are you a worthless human slave?”

“Yes, Master!”

“What are you?”

“A worthless human slave!”

Yuldasha continued lashing Ulla for several minutes before stopping, her whips vaporizing when she finished. Ulla laid on her stomach, panting in pain as her welts, burns, and slashes slowly healed, the dark magic dissipating and evaporating into the room.

“Perhaps there is hope for you after all.”

The demon walked around to the back of Ulla, viewing her soft pussy. Yuldasha outstretched her hand and it glowed a soft greenish blue. Suddenly Ulla started squirming as her clit glowed a matching color.

“Ulla my dear, I will show you every conceivable variety of pain and pleasure.”

Ulla moaned in pleasure as the most intense sensation she ever felt flowed through her loins. Her pussy dripped as the magic instantly brought her close to orgasm but never came. Yuldasha balanced Ulla’s sensation right on the edge, just about to make her explode but denying her the ability to do so. Ulla squirmed in her green shackles. She tried as hard as she could to reach down and finger herself but the cuffs held her in place.

Ulla cried out from the torturous orgasm denial. Her loins burned, aching for release.

“Pleaseee! Master!”

“Oh no, little slave. You will not receive such pleasure tonight – you still lack respect and discipline. You have a very long way to go before I’ll grant you any such privilege.”

“Noo Please! Oh god, let me !” Ulla tensed up in sexual frustration. Her pussy was soaking wet and running down her inner thighs.

“Aghhhh pleaseee!”

 Yuldasha smiled in an insidious manner.

“Your next lesson will be learning to keep quiet.”

Yuldasha ceased her magics effecting Ulla’s cunt. She stood watching the human pant and catch her breath. Yuldasha grinned and used her dark magic to lift Ulla’s weak body from the floor, flipping Ulla onto her back. She placed her head on the seat of her throne.

The demoness raised her hand and snapped her fingers again. A trio of beautiful female demons entered the chamber, each carrying a slightly different twisted bowed instrument. Abyssal, dark violins. Arcanely forged from the purest form of dark magic.

“Tell me Ulla, do you enjoy music? Lovely Kazdruk lullabies perhaps, hmm?”

Ulla looked up at Yuldasha in dismay, her heroic disposition fading. Weak and drained, Ulla tried to sit up but was meet with Yuldasha’s foot at her throat, pinning her back down.

“I asked you a question, human,” Yuldasha spat, increasing the pressure on Ulla’s neck. A green flash lashed out as she reignited her whip.

“Y-Y-Yes, I do.”

Yuldasha’s whip impacted hard across Ulla’s soft tits. A blast of green sparks showered across the floor like energized beads of glass. Ulla let out a muffled gurgled scream.

“You forget to say Master,” Yuldasha laughed.

Yuldahsa bit her lip and nodded at the trio.

“Adepts, please proceed… why don’t you play something, hmm… something delicate and celestial… yes, something empyrean.”

The demons nodded in unison and all raised their instruments. With perfection and skill they played, releasing a choirs of alluring, twisted sound.

“I enjoy the arts, Ulla. I find them inspiring and stimulating.”

Yuldasha moved closer to Ulla and ran her whip between her tits. The emerald whip sizzled and popped like a fireplace. Ulla cried out over the soft delicate music. The Adepts did not flinch or hesitate; they continued to play their melody. The song was dark and caliginous, its notes sent chills up Ulla’s spine.

“The art of music is by far the most powerful, my dear Ulla. Listen…there is such power and efficacy in each note and measure. Such calculated and conscious strokes… but yet, such tragedy in each drag of the bow. Listen to the chaos and disarray in each timbre, truly remarkable.”

Yuldasha softly cupped her hand over Ulla’s mouth and lightly dragged the whip across Ulla’s left nipple. Ulla’s eyes shot open wide in agony as she cried out into Yuldasha’s palm, her muffled scream was lost against the music.

“The friction and disturbance the bow makes across each string in turn creates tone and pitch.”

Yuldasha extinguished the aether whip, leaned in, and kissed Ulla softly on the lips. Ulla resisted and tried turning away but was too exhausted. Yuldasha pushed her weight further onto the human, forcing her tongue into Ulla’s mouth.

The demoness pushed Ulla back down. She turned around slowly, showing off her round ass and shapely hips, whipping her tail back and forth. Yuldasha sat down, placing her full weight across Ulla’s face and pinning her to the throne. Yuldahsa smirked in pleasure as Ulla squirmed underneath her ass and dripping cunt.

“Ah, that’s much better; now we can truly appreciate this exquisite music.”

The music continued as faint, muffled screams from Ulla went barely heard.

Yuldasha outstretched her hand and casted a powerful spell across Ulla’s pussy again. Ulla kicked and squirmed as the intense sensation returned to her clit. Ulla’s loins began dripping across the floor, pooling at the base of the throne. The denial drove her mad with lust and unfathomable pleasure. Yuldasha sat back in her throne, relishing in Ulla’s suffering. She smiled as her slave struggled under her, entwined and lost in uncontrollable pleasure. Ulla’s body fought to stay conscious with her face now trapped under Yuldasha’s cunt.

Yuldahsa moaned out in indulgence and rested her hands on the arms of her throne. Her eyelids fell heavy with lust as she slowly gyrated on Ulla’s face.

“That’s a good little slave.”

Ulla started to struggle frantically underneath, trying to kick with her restrained legs. She let out a muffled protest, trying to push away with her restrained hands. Yuldasha only grinned over her slave’s further suffering. Yuldasha flexed her legs keeping Ulla pinned down. The wicked music carried on, shrouding Ulla’s mixed cries of pleasure and protest.

Ulla’s body started to falter and weaken, her protest fading.

“Giving up already? You humans are truly pathetic creatures. It’s no surprise the Empire of Goldulin fell so effortlessly.”

Yuldasha shot more energized twisted magic into Ulla’s pussy. A surge of stirring powerful pleasure washed through Ulla’s body again. Yuldasha lifted herself off the human momentarily. Ulla screamed out, gasping for air mixed in with a powerful gasp of pleasure.

“Lap me up you worthless whore,” Yuldasha ordered before smothering Ulla again.

Ulla struggled again and was meet with more intense magic, moaning into her masters cunt. Ulla’s tongue slowly slid out sliding across Yuldasha’s labia. Yuldasha bit her plump bottom lip in desire, her eyes piercing in green flares .

“Thats a good girl, keep lapping me up.”

Ulla slid her tongue faster and farther across Yuldasha’s cunt and flicking across her clit. The demon left her trapped underneath, feeling her struggle again. She lifted off for a moment and pushed herself back down.

“You don’t deserve your precious air. You must earn it. Keep licking, slave.”

Ulla kept pleasing her master, licking and pushing her tongue deep into Yudasha’s dripping lips. She would be rewarded with small breaths of air, just enough to stay conscious. Yuldasha kept her magic focused on Ulla, still denying her orgasm. The demon queen leaned back in gratification as she came to climax upon Ulla’s face. The Adepts finished their musical score, letting the last note slowly fade. The human still lapped away hoping for a window of air. Yuldasha laid back, catching her breath, grinning in fulfillment. She sat still and left Ulla smothered underneath, squirming against her still active spell. Ulla remained just on the edge of climax. No closer and no weaker; lost in perpetual orgasm torture.

“Adepts, a fine piece. How about another?”

“As you wish, Master,” the adapts responded, bowing in unison.

“Lovely.”

Yuldahsa flashed her fangs in masochistic bliss before launching another surge of magic into Ulla, restarting her torture with a muffled scream. Her screams lost against the start of a new musical piece.

>><< 

Neicul and Kamri slowly entered Aeltha’s chamber. The two bowed in Aeltha’s presence.

Aeltha circled around Neicul, eyeing him head to toe. She walked slowly, observing the soldier and ignoring Kamri for the moment. Aeltha’s deep red eyes flickered in amusement. The demon’s crimson lips curled upward, scheming in beguilement.

Aeltha stopped behind Neicul and ran her black taloned hands across the back of his neck.

“Neicul, I must admit it’s rather perplexing yet amusing finding you at my chamber door.”

Aeltha purred as she ran her index talon down the length of Neicul’s neck and across the back of his vest. Neicul shivered slightly.

“You’re a strong and able soldier, so it’s lead to believe.” Aletha circled back to the front of Neicul. Neicul couldn’t help but notice her tight black corset, constricting her perky breasts, his eyes becoming lost in her deep cleavage. Neicul caught her now leering gaze.

“Don’t waste my time and state your business, Neicul. Why are you here? Have you come to simply stare?” Aeltha’s tone shifted unfavorably. She turned her back on Neicul and began walking deeper into her chamber.

Neicul was cut off by Kamri’s voice before he could answer. His face wide eyed in surprise and horror.

“It is I who wishes to speak to you, High Sorceress Aeltha.” Kamri stepped forward, lowering herself to one knee.

Aeltha stopped in her tracks and spun sharply on her heel. Her eyebrows arched in amusement.

“Oh? Well that’s intriguing. What could I do for you, young acolyte?” Aeltha questioned sharply before once again turning her back.

Aeltha returned to her business at hand, annoyed at the interruption and break of focus. Her red eyes scanned across her stone altar filled with Kazdruk spells and tomes. Focusing intently, she went back to work calculating, examining, and reexamining.

Kamri hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to Aeltha’s side.

“I ne-” Kamri was cut off.

“I see your masters have lengthened your leash, Kamri,” Aeltha spoke, anticipating her next move.

Kamri grimaced for a moment and brushed the comment aside.

“I need your help binding a staff, High Sorceress Aeltha.”

Aeltha smiled softly but kept working at her altar for a moment before responding.

“Is that all?”

“Why yes, Aeltha, that is all.”

Aeltha schemed for a moment.

“Fine, I will grant your wish…for a price of course. You have nothing to offer me at the moment… but Neicul on the other hand… Yes, It’ll be a price Neicul will pay.”

Neicul was already on the other side of the chamber looking at a set of small torture devices. Startled at suddenly hearing his name, he quickly placed the device back on the table fumbling and knocking over various oddities, vials and jars. One set of jars rolled over, knocking a stand which then toppled into a set of knives, spilling to the stone floor.

Neicul hid one hand behind his back and bit his other hand’s knuckle. He quickly looked off in the opposite direction as if he had nothing to do with the sudden disturbance.

“Huh? Me? uh… what could you possibly want from me, Aeltha ?” He nervously responded.

Aeltha stopped what she was doing and walked over to Neicul.

“Listen to me carefully, you guttersnipe!” Aeltha spat placing her black sharp talons under his chin.

“You’re damn lucky Yuldasha has you assigned to training Kamri. You traverse dangerous terrain being in my presence, Neicul. I don’t enjoy dealing with lower castes. I will help your little pet here, but you will owe me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir- err… Ma’am.”

Neicul grinned mischievously at Aeltha’s threat, flashing his canines.

Aeltha twitched at the sly comment, not finding it humorous. She leered at him, her eyes burning like cinders. She swiped her talon away from his face quickly, leaving behind a small slash across Neicul’s face.

“First, you will owe me one favor of my choosing at anytime I see fit.”

Neicul smirked at the thought of indentured servitude to Aeltha.

“Fine, sounds fair enough.”

Aeltha reached out and grabbed Neicul’s vest tightly.

“You’re not getting off that easily Neicul. I have one last aspect to my terms. I have a simple job for you. If you’re half as good as Yuldasha says, it should be easy for you. You want this staff? Then you’re going to find me three fresh subjects. You will bring them to me…alive and intact. Is that too complicated? Are you even capable of such a task?”

Neicul thought for a moment and looked at Kamri then back to Aeltha. He winked at Aeltha and smiled with touch of nefarious charm. He nodded in agreement.

“Of course, Aeltha.”

Aeltha suddenly had a dagger resting across her throat. She released her grip and took a step back.

Neicul smiled. Clutched in his fist was a small ornate Kazdruk dagger.

“An exceptional blade, Aeltha.”

Aeltha looked at it in shock and then reached down to her own empty hidden sheathe along her hip. She grimaced in anger and confusion, wondering how he managed to steal her own dagger.

Neicul handed her dagger back and narrowed his eyes.

“You underestimate me, Aeltha. I will have your subjects, and you have my debt.”

Aletha snatched her dagger back from him and walked away, shaking her head in antipathy.

“Kamri will stay here and give me her requirements. Get me those subjects and don’t keep me waiting. Now leave my presence before I change my mind.”

Neicul bowed in his overly exaggerated manner, further mocking Aletha’s position.

“Thank you for your generous hospitality, High Sorceress Aletha,” Neicul sneered as left the chamber.

By: Lucien

“Today you are going to smith your own staff, Kamri,” Neicul spoke. “As you have clearly witnessed time and time again, wood will not do.”

Kamri watched Neicul speak within the fighting pit, his dark tattooed arms crossed along his chest.

“Lets go talk to a good friend; it’s time we get you truly battle-ready.”

Kamri bowed in her armor and followed Neicul out the chamber door. They made their way through the deep spire, traveling down endless dark halls. Kamri noticed more buzzing and activity than usual. Many Helots and grunts were moving heavy equipment and weaponry around; some moving crates full of barrels and some with their arms full of rope. One demon soldier was having trouble wrestling a large armored and battle-ready Keeat hound. The beast did not want to cooperate with his master; the muscular Keeat lost its patience, turned around, and shoved its master up against the wall. The beast drove its muzzle into the demon’s arm, tearing through his flesh and bone. The Soldier crawled away from the annoyed Keeat holding his arm in agony, blood pouring across the floor. Two other demons ran over to aid him and gain control of the beast.

Kamri was soon distracted from the incompetence unfolding. A battalion of soldiers came marching down the halls, fully armed, adorning their Kazdruk armor. Kamri’s blood boiled, and every last bit of self-control held herself back from lashing out when she recognized the demon leading the pack. Luzella stood much taller than the demons she led. Adorned in her heavy armor, she carried her large Halberd with one hand. Her powerful, robust legs carried her swiftly. Kamri noticed Luzella eyeing her down as they marched by – she didn’t take her eyes off of Kamri. As she passed, she licked her lips sensually before biting them softly. The group marched on without incident.

The two made it to their destination, Neicul knocking on the chamber door and awaiting an answer while Kamri stood obediently by his side. The door opened, and Kamri was not expecting what she saw before her. A male human slave with light soft skin and beautiful long black hair answered the door. He was exceptionally feminine looking; he could have easily been mistaken for a petite women.

“Master Neicul,” the slave spoke softly, fearful and timid of his presence. He immediately dropped down to his knees, eyes on the floor, ready to serve.

Kamri smiled at the sight of such devotion and male submissiveness. Neicul seemed unsurprised and entered the chamber stepping directly on the slave instead of over him. The slave sprawled out onto his stomach under Neicul’s weight before he moved on deeper into the chamber. Kamri, being not as rude, stepped over him scheming in glee, wondering how she could obtain such a beautiful and alluring slave like that for herself.

Shortly after entering, two female elven slaves approached the visitors. Both were light skinned northern elves with long, white hair. They wore matching outfits, tight thigh-highs leggings and beautifully crafted laced corsets. Both adorned heavy metal collars with long chains running off deep into the chamber.

“Can we take your clothes and equipment, Master Neicul?”, one of the elven slaves asked in a soft submissive voice, extending her arms.

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Neicul spoke, waving them aside.

“Of course – as you wish, Master Neicul.” The slave bowed slowly in response, her heavy tits barely fitting within her top.

“And you, Mistress?” the other slave asked Kamri.

Kamri only looked at her, eyeing the beautiful northern native, head to toe in animalistic hunger. The slave cowered downward submissively, not entirely sure of what she did wrong. Kamri took a step closer to the elvish slave, her sweet aroma enveloping her. Kamri could sense the elf’s heart rate increasing, smelling her fear.

“Ah, Neicul! Good afternoon, please come in. What brings you here today?” a low male voice rang out from a distance.

The voice caught Kamri by surprise, and she quickly stepped back and smiled at the elvish slave. The terrified elf slowly backed away, still frightened, thinking she had done something terribly wrong or offensive.

Kamri could not see the owner of the voice yet. The two still stood inside the long stone entrance section of the chamber. They move on to a larger, open chamber, Kamri following Neicul closely and turning a corner with him. There sitting at his throne at the end of the chamber was Vorgen. Warm horizontal light hit his dark exposed skin. His long twisting horns catching the beams of light, his yellow eyes glowing in the dim chamber.

“Marvelous doormat you have there, Vorgen. You always did have a delicate taste in fine decor,” Neicul responded, smiling his crooked grin.

Vorgen smiled back, flashing his sharp canine teeth.

Kamri noticed many Keeat hounds laying behind the set of thrones, some off to the side and another mounting a petite elf. The elf moaned softly as the massive Keeat thrusted into her.

“How can I be of service, my friend?” Vorgen asked.

Vorgen suddenly noticed Kamri a few steps behind Neicul. He peered his head slightly to the side, as if to get a better look past Neicul.

“Neicul, how rude of you! Please introduce me to this enticing soldier of yours.”

Kamri rolled her eyes and stepped forward before kneeling down to bow before Vorgen.

Neicul smirked. “This is Acolyte Kamri. One of our finer soldiers I’ve had the pleasure of training.”

Kamri rose back to her feet, standing proud, flattered by Neicul’s favorable remark. It was the first positive comment she received in a long time.

“Neicul please, if you would be so kind, let me inspect her in further detail. Don’t be modest Neicul; let me appreciate your fine craftsmanship. Soldiers trained under you have a reputation of being some of the finest. Combative… as well as physically. In fact, some of my captains that will be soon leading regiments across DelMarkaan were trained under you.”

Neicul smiled before turning to Kamri. “Remove your bottoms,” he ordered.

Kamri glanced slightly towards Neicul in slight puzzlement, wondering if she heard him correctly. He returned a quick nod. She did what she was ordered and dropped her Kazdruk thong bottom to the floor. Vorgen’s eyes grew in amusement as did his thick cock, which was now slowly hardening. Neicul silently gestured her to spin around with his hand. Kamri spun around slowly, showing off every angle of her body.

“Kamri, get back on your knees. Show Vorgen the respect he deserves… you will service him as long as you are in his presence.”

Kamri shot a sharp glare towards Neicul. Her expression was a mix of disbelief and anger.

“Master, you can’t be serio-“

Neicul looked back, raising his eyebrow at her sudden insubordination.

“Yes of course, Master,” Kamri spoke, quickly rectifying her question of orders. Kamri kneeled down between Vorgen’s legs, staring up towards him in slight defiance.

“All fours Kamri. Be a good girl,” Neicul spoke.

Kamri grimaced in annoyance but did what she was told, dropping down to all fours.

“Very impressive Neicul, I must say… ah, how rude of me! Please, have a seat. Join me in a drink or five, let us discuss whatever it is you came to discuss.” Vorgen motioned him to sit in an empty throne next to him; Neicul agreed and motioned over to it.

Vorgen snapped his fingers. One of the elvish slaves from earlier came rushing softly, barefooted to Vorgen’s side.

“Bring us drinks,” Vorgen ordered.

The slave returned shortly with mugs of ale.

“I know how much you enjoy AzurLyyn elvish ale Neicul; it’s a shame that soon there will be none left. It’s becoming a hard-to-find delicacy, my friend. Perhaps we should make a personal raid on their distilleries ourselves and enslave the workers!” Vorgen laughed out.

“That’s not a bad idea, Vorgen. Not a bad idea at all,” Neicul chuckled as the two clanked mugs before drinking. Vorgen reached down, gripping Kamri’s head and guiding it towards his now erect cock. She began to lick the underside of his ribbed shaft.  An elvish slave crawled out from behind the thrones. Her long dark red hair bounced as she crawled up to Kamri. She placed her head between Neicul’s legs and reached up, unclasping his belt with her mouth. She pulled down on his pant’s clasps, releasing his hardening cock.

“Let Lyra service your loins, Neicul. One of my greatest and prized slaves,” Vorgen smiled.

“The reason I have come is that I have a question. You are well versed in smithing. These twin daggers I carry are the best pair I’ve ever had, thanks to your knowledge of metals. Kamri here will be seeing true conflict soon. She has become quite efficient in bo-staff combat. She needs something stronger than any wood but still retain the same level of weight.”

“Ah, well I – mmm!” Vorgen started to respond but cut himself off with a sigh of pleasure as Kamri sucked on his cock head.

“Y-Your daggers are made of Demkk, correct? ” Vorgen asked.

“Yes they are. Stronger than steel – even elvish steel – but with the price of added weight. Not bad in dagger form, but a staff would weigh more than Kamri!”

Neicul shivered and leaned back in the throne as the elvish slave worked her soft lips over his cock.

“Hmm, a perplexing problem. Demkk is stronger but Tezger is lighter. She’ll have to use our arts to bind the two materials. That’s well beyond my skills. Aletha perhaps; I’d suggest seeking her out.”

Vorgen held Kamri’s head across his large ribbed cock; she struggled to fit her mouth around its girth.

“Mmm, thats a good girl,” Vorgen purred.

Vorgen & Neicul

 

Kamri kept sucking on his thick member, doing her best to please him. She ran her tongue across his glans and the underside of his head.

Neicul relaxed, lost in pleasure as Vorgen’s slave Lyra lapped her tongue across his balls. He watched as the red-headed elf bobbed her round ass from side to side. Neicul’s mind wandered as the elf worked his cock, now sucking on his cock head. He considered how good it would feel to sink his cock into her tight ass. He held himself back, not wanting to disrespect Vorgen or his property. The elf pulled half of his cock into her throat, softly gaging before sliding back off.

“Hnng, then Ale-tha we…will find,” Neicul managed to say as his cock began to erupt, launching a warm load across Lyra’s face. The next blast fired over her head across her round ass.

Kamri continued sucking on Vorgen’s thick member, slowly bobbing back and forth. Bubbles of spit and saliva rolled down his cock. Kamri looked up at him with his cock pushed between her lips, her tiny mouth stretched wide trying to accommodate his girth. Vorgen purred in bliss as he felt his cock reading to release. Kamri bobbed faster and felt his cock starting to unload. Thick spurts of warm cum started to fill her mouth; she pulled off as Vorgen’s cock launched a massive load, spurting across her shoulders and back. Kamri looked up at Vorgen, knowing deep down thats what all Kazdruk like to see – a submissive cock sucker. Kamri was rewarded with a load across her face.The thick cum slowly ran down her face over her lips. She gradually licked his warm seed from her bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth across her tongue.The demon’s semen was rejuvenating. Kamri shivered slightly as she felt her animalistic tendencies surfacing. It was the same feeling she felt the night Yuldasha gave her the glass of slave cum. She remained kneeling, eyes focused on Vorgen. Her hatred and anger at the degrading and unfair situation quickly turned to blind lust. She wanted more of Vorgen’s cum and hated herself because of it. She stood still and fought hard trying to suppress her hunger. She didn’t think Vorgen would mind if she jumped on his cock again, but she wasn’t about to find out.

Do as your told, know your place, play your part and I’ll be on my way, just focus.

She tried to take her mind off it, wondering what she would have to do for Aeltha. What would she would ask of her? What would she do to her?

>><<

Our ships ran quickly with the wind. One hundred and two fleet carriers across the SajaRuun Ocean. Led by House Wayyel with support teams from Pearlwinn and the unexpected help from the Zelkathon Blue Lotus Tribe. Wayyel and Pearlwinn were bound for the North-Western coast of the Kazdruk occupation zone while Blue Lotus would rendezvous with a small regiment of our ships North-East of Dammtha island. The plan was to hit the demons from both sides, surprise them from the North-West and South-East. House Winterstone had refused us aid; those cowards would rather sit back and watch from afar.

Battle Plan

We sailed fast towards the former Goldulin Empire, prosperity of man – now only a desolate crimson wasteland. I’d only heard horror story after horror story of the cursed location our ships were headed. King Tepel finally sanctioned the assault after the capture of his beloved wife Aria, our Northern Queen. The Kazdruk would surely pay.

I sailed on one of the leading assault carriers, the Marri’s Eye. Her majestic white sails and mass pulled herself across the dark ocean. A horizontal white line of ships raced towards the red land. The morale of the soldiers were mixed. The younger, less experienced were excited, ready to fight for their Queen and in honor of the fallen human empire. The more experienced seemed terrified. They knew what lay before them. They knew the probability of them returning home was slim to none. Still, they held their swords and shields with a sense of purpose and dignity. The ocean spray misted across our armor and weaponry. I spun my hilt to pass the time, nervously awaiting the shores of hell. I could see out in the distance, a crimson wall peaking from the Ocean mist. Kazdruk mainland slowly exposed herself.

“Ready yourselves! Kazdruk mainland dead-a-head.”

Our commander yelled out over the roar of the crashing sea. We were a wall of ships, side by side, enclosing on the forsaken shore. I pulled my helmet down over my head; my fellow elven men and women did the same. The minutes dragged on like days. The ocean fell quiet as we neared the rocky bloodsand shore. Only the light splashing of the tide brushing the side of our ships echoed out. The shoreline enlarged itself; the haggard bluff began to tower over us. We all stood petrified, some of our legs shaking nervously, clinking our armor. The silence hung in the salty air. I could hear my heart racing.

“Incoooommming!”

I looked up to see a group of keg-shaped cages. The volley of skeletal barrels floated in the grey sky high above us before breaking apart. Shards of the boney cages flew off in all directions, releasing black shards of steel. Each twisted shard about half the size of a man. The shards poured down on the ship in front of us. The steel shrapnel ripped through their mass, tearing up the wooden deck. Soldiers were split in half, bisected and decapitated. Only a few soldiers had enough time and thought to raise their shields. One shard pierced straight through a soldier’s shield and chest armor. The deck rang out in a loud crunching chorus of shards smashing through flesh, wood, and steel.

“By the Gods! Catapults on the bluffs! Archers! Take them out!” the Commander yelled over the chaos. It was too late, a second volley was already air-born.

“Get your shields up!”

I raised my shield and grimaced. Moments later the hellish shards tore through our ship. Some spikes decimated my fellow soldiers. The deck ran red with blood mixed with murky sea water.

“Abandon ship! Everyone regroup on the shore!”

The large ship was already sinking. The deck splashed with foamy ocean water and began to capsize to the starboard side. Wounded soldiers slid down the side as a third volley exploded along the deck. Wood splinters and red mist blasted upward. I shielded my face with my gauntlet and slid overboard. The blaring ring of combat and carnage was cut off as I sank underwater. Shards cut through the pale green ocean. The neighboring ship received a similar fate; her deck exploded into a ball of murky flame. I surfaced as balls of fire fell from the sky. I was surrounded by chaos. The waves pulled us into the rocky shore; I managed to lift my shield and wade onto land. Nearly half of our landing party had been lost.

I could see Commander Geem and a group of soldiers hunkered behind a large upturned slab of stone jutting out of the sand. I made a run for their location about thirty yards out. I caught to my right two large demons sliding down the bluff. Their skin looked liked dried blood. Twisted horns jutted out of the side of their heads. They looked like a mix of man and beast, muscle layered on top of more muscle. They approached in a slow hunkering dash, lacking tactics or reason. They barged into our lines, towering over our soldiers, lifting them like small children, crushing armor and bones. One suicidal demon had his left arm severed off. He didn’t budge and continued his onslaught. It took five elven men to finally drop the demon, not before losing at-least seven of our own. The second demon took two volleys of arrows before he dropped, still choking a soldier in his death grip.

We advanced up the bluff. We could see a group of demons operating one of their hellish catapults. In their rush and haste, the timed release mechanism on their munition malfunctioned. The bone caged barrel exploded prematurely, launching shrapnel and twisted shards outward in all directions. The grounded blast killed the operators and heavily wounded a group of surrounding demons.

“Archers!” Commander Geem called out.

“Finish them off! The rest of you round up behind that catapult and dig in. We need to secure this area to allow the rest of our fleet ashore.”

The archers finished off the wounded and we moved in. We could see a line of catapults sprinkled across the the rest of the shore.

“Boy, you know how to operate this thing?” Geem yelled at me.

“No sir, I have no damn clue.”

“Well gods be damned, find out! Our support depends on it, as does the Queen! We need to take out those catapults!”

The catapult didn’t look much different than our own back home, but this hellish beast was built with bone and black twisted wood, or what at least looked like wood. I assumed it worked in the same leverage and release manner.

“Ho Spring! Give me a hand! We need to crank down this winch!”

Spring came running over, his whole left side bruised and missing parts of armor. He lost his helmet at some point. His face covered in blood, either his own or Kazys…probably a mix of both.

“Dammit Ash, whatever you’re going to do, do it fast! We got a group of Kazys coming in!”

The two of us torqued the winch back as quickly as we could. The parts of the catapult were built for much larger hands making it incredibly difficult. The claw-like loading basket lowered down, every few feet passing blood stained marks on the side of its chassis. They must represent some kind of measurement for distance.

“Alright Spring, we need to spin this bitch and angle it towards the others raining down on our landing party.”

“Ho Ash and Spring! Hurry it up! We have some mean-mugs coming in!” A fellow soldier yelled out to us.

I pulled up on a bone lever and prayed it did what I hoped. I was rewarded with a loud click. The lever disengaged the locking mechanism allowing it to rotate on its axis horizontally.

“Push you rabbit shit!”

The two of us pushed the catapult to line it up with the enemy catapults lining Athe shore.

“Alright, we need to load this thing and pray we hit something.”

We carefully loaded one of the caged barrels onto the end.

“How the hell do we time this to release in the sky?” Spring yelled in a slight panic.

“Do I look like a goddamned Kaz? How the hell would I know?”

“I don’t know, you’ve gotten this damn far!”

Enemy demons began engaging our outer parameter. Our archers did their best to ward off the demons.

“Hell! just fire it!” Spring yelled drawing his sword, readying for another brawl.

I reached down towards the back side of the catapult behind a shield of ribs and bone and pulled back another bone lever. A loud snap rang out – something wasn’t right, the bow didn’t launch. Instead a black cord snapped and lashed out just missing my face.

“Damnit to hell! I think the release cord snapped or something… I’ll have to cut it manually to launch it.”

“I swear to Eletha, Ash! Stop dicking around and just fire the cursed thing.”

I climbed up the side and reached up in between twisting and fused bone. A second rope cable ran across the inside. Our outer defense was getting pulverized. A group of Helots marched over the red soil closer to our position. Their long talons glimmered even in the hazy sky; I could see their cold white eyes from atop the catapult. I reached in and cut the cable with my knife. The cable snapped and whipped up into the chassis, disengaging the firing pin. The catapult launched its barrel, flying up high along the bluff. Since we never figured out the timing mechanism, the barrel failed to release in the air. By sheer luck and the blessings of every northern God, the barrel landed next to the second catapult location. The barrel struck the dirt and exploded, launching shards off in all directions and wrecking the catapult, severing its lines and operators. A large cheer rang out from our soldiers. Our men and women managed to kill off the Helots. It was a bloody skirmish that left many of our group killed. Spring managed to behead a Helot that came close to us and the catapult. Its grey twisted face rolling in the red sand, its body still clawing and swinging wildly before finally stiffing up like a freshly killed spider.

What few remaining ships were left safely landed ashore inside the small area we cleared. Out of the hundred and two that had set sail, only thirty made it ashore. We all regrouped with Geem, digging in, readying ourselves for the great journey that now lay in front of us. Fear set in knowing this was only the beginning, some of us wondering if our fellow soldiers and Zelkathorn made it to the rendezvous point.

By: Lucien

Luzella maliciously grinned as Kamri struggled under her hoof. Kamri gave up trying to push her off; the demon’s weight was too immense, and she was too weak from the day’s harsh training. Kamri frantically reached around for her staff halves as the room began to fade and her lungs screamed for air.

Luzella stood there with both hands on her hips, watching the patheticness unfold. Right as Kamri was about to reach the top half of her broken staff, Luzella kicked it away with her other hoof and applied more pressure on Kamri’s neck, further flexing her thigh and lower legs. In a last ditch effort to stop her attacker, Kamri placed her palms on Luzella’s calves and focused intently.

…The inner manifestation of energy is drawn from within as well as externally. 

A caster’s spell is only as strong as their inner demeanor…

She reached into the darkest recess of her mind and focused her inner self flowing towards her hands. She felt her palms warm up as a current of venomous dark energy ran down her arms and trickled into her hands. The weak and unfocused energy burned Luzella slightly. Before any real damage could be done, Luzella stepped back off her neck. Kamri seized the moment and got to her feet, heavily dazed as blood rushed back to her head. The room spun as she tried to focus on Luzella, bringing her arms up into a defensive position Neicul had taught her earlier.

Luzella smiled in a crazed grin, flexing her pectorals slightly in a predatory inclination.

“Aw, a little magic maker. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Kamri strafed to the side; she held her rib in pain while feeling for a weapon along the fighting pit wall. Her hand brushed against a coiled chain hanging off a stake. Kamri ripped it off the wall and uncoiled it like a whip. She began to swing the chain side to side in a defensive orb-like shield. Luzella flashed her set of fangs at the challenge.

“So, you still wanna play little girl?”

She walked closer to Kamri. As the demoness came within range, Kamri lashed the chain outward striking Luzella. Luzella reached up blocking her face with her bracer and let the long chain wrap around her arm several times. She twisted and purposely entangled the chain around her wrist and yanked it free from Kamri’s hand. Kamri looked on in horror and turned to make a run for it, knowing she could surely outrun the taller, heavier demoness. She sprinted for the exit as quickly as her weak legs would carry her.

Just as she made it to the chamber door she was suddenly yanked backward and knocked clean off her feet, landing hard on her back. The same chain she had just tried using was now wrapped around her neck tightly like a noose. She felt herself being dragged away from her only chance of exiting. She watched helplessly as the chamber door drifted farther and farther away. She looked up squirming to see Luzella smiling, pulling her towards herself with her new leash as her cock started to slip free of its sheath.

>><<

Jelthra walked through the lower levels of the spire. The beams of ambient light scattered across her skin as she hunted and eagerly sought out Neicul. She came to a great opening, an intercession of conjoining halls. She stood in the center wondering if Neicul had returned to his private chambers or gone to shower and clean up.

“You look lost,” a male voice declared.

Jelthra spun around in the center, whipping her dark hair around smiling. She knew that voice well. She made her way off to the side, behind a stone support pillar. There Neicul stood.

“Yez I seem to have lost my way. You hiding from me, Neicul?”

Jelthra spoke jokingly.

“Perhaps you could say that. Maybe I don’t enjoy being followed. Besides, isn’t finding your prey half the fun of hunting?” Neicul asked, flashing his canines. Jelthra made her way towards Neicul.

“Indeed it iz, but I enjoy devouring ze prize just as much,” she spoke while reaching down and cupping Neicul’s package, squeezing softly.

Neicul let out a soft, low guttural growl as Jelthra stroked his hardening cock through his leather pants.

“It would seem as if you’re after something, Jelthra… You need a favor don’t you? Or perhaps you’re hiding something?”

“Whazever gave you that idea?” Jelthra smiled as she crouched down and began to undo Neicul’s belt clasp.

“I can read you like a book, Jel.” Neicul grunted in pleasure as Jelthra pulled down his pants, letting his hard cock bounce out.

Jelthra laughed nervously.

“…Waz does it matter at this point Neicul? Its too late. I know your self control… or lack of, I should say. If I were to get up and walk down zat hall, you would hunt me down in blind lust until you found me or someone else to fuck, or died trying.”

Jelthra looked up into Neicul’s eyes lustfully and began stroking his cock. He started breathing heavier, knowing Jelthra’s words were true. Any form of rational decision making ceased to exist. A lascivious shroud fell over his being. Jelthra exploited his only weak spot, awaking his primal animal side.

“Iz quite amazed you’ve been able to control yourself this long around little Kamri…Hell,you’re worse than a pubescent Keeat hound, Neicul. Even they have better control than you.”

Jelthra laughed and softly pushed Neicul’s cock head in between her wet, plump blue lips. She knelt as she bobbed her head softly back and forth, his thick slick cock glistening in the dark chamber light.

>><<

“We’re going to have a little bit of fun, Kamri.”

Kamri tried to stand but was quickly pushed back down to the dirt. Luzella loomed over her from behind; the demoness pinned Kamri behind her neck and with her other hand reached down and ripped off Karmi’s thong. Kamri squirmed wildly trying to free herself. Luzella slowly laid herself prone across Kamri’s back, pinning her face down against the dirt. Her shear weight and muscle overpowered Kamri. Kamri quivered as Luzella’s heavy tits squished across her back, making it hard for her to breathe.

” Go ahead, Kamri – squeak like the little mouse you are,” Luzella whispered into Kamri’s ear.

Kamri felt Luzella’s hardening equine cock brush up between her legs, drenching her thighs with warm precum. She reached up with her hands digging into the dirt looking for leverage, trying to pull herself away. Luzella easily held her in place as she slid her cock head between Kamri’s pussy lips.

“Not so tough anymore are you, Kamri? “

Kamri ground her teeth as Luzella’s forearm-length cock began to sink itself into her. Kamri’s tight lips struggled to take the massive cock. She kicked her feet up and down in the dirt, wincing as the cock sank deeper. Luzella breathed heavily across Kamri’s neck as she began to rock her hips against her.

Luzella pounded into Kamri relentlessly, her girthy cock spreading Kamri open wide. Luzella’s heavy balls bounced, churning with hot cum. Kamri softly cried out but quickly caught herself, not wanting to admit defeat or give Luzella the added enjoyment. Kamri but her tongue and dug her nails into the dirt as Luzella bucked into her wildly, forced to lay helpless and pinned underneath the demoness. Luzella’s back muscles flexed and twisted as she held Kamri in place. Her long tail whipped back and forth aggressively. Waves of her dark raven hair swung over her malevolent face, her expression a mix of desire and hell-bent destruction.

>><<

Jelthra slowly sank Neicul’s cock into her throat. She softly slurped her tongue across the underside of his cock, suckling softly. Jelthra kept her orange, heavy glowing eyes fixed on Neicul’s. She pulled his cock back out revealing a thin film of saliva, stroking it momentarily giving her a second to catch her breath.

Jelthra distracts Neicul

She began bobbing on his member again as a supple, audible sucking sound emitted into the dark halls. Neicul tried to answer but was too enveloped in pleasure to produce a coherent sentence; only a gasp of indulgence came out of his lips. Jelthra bobbed faster, letting her lips spread and suckle across his thick cock.”Waz the matter, Neicul? ” Jelthra asked, smiling before stuffing his cock back into her mouth.

Suddenly, a series of screams echoed out into the halls. Jelthra noticed that the scream’s origin came from the direction of the fighting pit. Neicul noticed as well, momentarily snapping out from his sexual haze.

“K-Kamri…Jelthra, y-you… bitch,” Neicul managed to whisper out, half smiling.

Jelthra gripped his thighs with both hands grinning.

“Not zo fast lover boy,” Jelthra spoke before she took his cock into her throat again.

Neicul’s knees shook in pleasure as he returned to his shroud of euphoric bliss. Frozen in rapture, Kamri’s screams became washed out as his eyes now glowed a soft white. Jelthra could feel Neicul getting close; she could feel his load building ready to cum. She pushed onto his cock faster, her heavy tits bouncing with each bob of her head. Her soft tits fell free from her scaled-skin purple top, bouncing together and softly clapping. Her bar-bell pierced nipples danced in unison next to the puddles of pre-cum and spit spilling from her mouth. Neicul’s legs shook with a tremor as he began to cum, filling Jelthra’s mouth up with thick warm Kazdruk seed. Jelthra looked up lustfully, swallowing his load in slow deep gulps.

>><<

Kamri gave up on trying to stay stoic; Luzella’s cock was just too much for her. Kamri screamed out louder as Luzella handled her like a toy, pushing her face into the dirt with one flexed arm. The demon’s heavy cock stretched into Kamri, plowing into her like a horse. Kamri felt her heavy tits bouncing on her back, her soft warm flesh interrupted by her cold, heavy nipple rings. Luzella’s heavy balls smacked into Kamri over and over. She flashed her evil smile as Kamri continued to struggle underneath her.

“You’re not going anywhere, Kamri – not until I pump you full of cum.”

Kamri winced as she felt her insides erupt with hot cum; she lightly buried her hands into the dirt, cowering in defeat. Luzella dominantly held her in place and pumped her thick load into her. Kamri’s cunt overflowed with demon seed, the load spilling out onto the ground. Luzella collapsed in pleasure, further pinning Kamri. The demon rested in place on top of Kamri as her cock finished blasting off its salvos. Luzella ran her hand through Karmi’s hair in a faux tenderly motion, her cock letting off more loads as she caught her breath.

“Thats a good little girl Kamri…”

Kamri started to struggle again. Luzella held her fast gripping her black hair, pulling her back closer.

“Stay… i’ll pull out when I’m damn well ready,” Luzella spoke sternly, smiling to herself.

Kamri felt her attacker’s cock flex a few more times, pumping the last of her cum inside. Luzella sighed in relief and began to pull her cock from her toy slowly. A ropey torrent of sperm flooded out as Luzella pulled free. She rose to her hooves, letting her thick semi-flaccid cock sway from side to side.

“Its too bad we didn’t have more time, Kamri. Don’t worry – it’ll be your ass next time,” Luzella grinned before she turned and left the chamber, leaving Kamri behind as a cum covered mess.

>><<

Neicul bumped into Kamri as she made her way to the bathing chambers. Kamri limped, walking strangely and holding her side. The two looked at each other for a moment, each one waiting for the other to speak first. Kamri grimaced in searing anger towards Neicul. She hated that he wasn’t there to help or keep order among the lesser ranks, and she hated that she wasn’t strong enough. She quickly caught herself, wiping her look off her face. Delayed with proper edict, she tried to bow before him, painfully leaning forward slightly.

“Evening… Master Neicul.”

Neicul brushed his hand outward shaking his head, as if scoffing at the formalities. He knew what had happened earlier and wanted to ignore that fact. He knew he was partly responsible but he also knew holding her hand through difficult situations would only hurt her in the long run. He attempted to ignore the entire situation with an order.

“Get some rest Kamri.”

Kamri frowned. She scurried for something to make him proud.

“I-I used magic tonight, Master…”

She quickly regretted her words.

Neicul rose his eyebrow, his puzzled expression off setting a long vertical scar running up his right cheek.

“Oh you did eh? Well, it wasn’t enough, was it? “

Kamri paused for a moment and then grimaced in pure hatred, clutching her fists. She hated Neicul and hated that he was right. No compassion, no sympathy, and no morals. Those kinds of qualities got you killed. Such was the Kazdruk way.

Kamri stood up straight swallowing her pride.

“No, Master. It was not.”

“Don’t take me as a soft fool, Kamri; I may not openly prey on the weak like the others, but I’m not here to pat you on your back. Now go rest.”

Neicul walked away from Kamri before she could respond.

Kamri lashed out in frustration. She punched the wall next to her, her fist slightly cracking the stone slab. Twisted Kazdruk venom surged through her body, her corruption sinking deeper as her eyes glowed and flickered slightly. The warmth of anger was comforting, the torment seething under her skin was soothing.

She found herself in the bathing chamber soon after her confrontation. The dragon mouth spout above her poured warm water across her abused body. She thought about the words Neicul spoke. He was unreadable, his actions and mentality were confusing. She wasn’t sure if he was helping her, using her, or just running her down for others to prey upon. Still, she couldn’t ignore his allure… but the urge to drive a knife into his sternum brought a sick smile to her face as well.

>><<

The next morning Kamri meet Neicul for another day of training. They performed new attacks and strategies as well as older ones. Kamri was making much progress in keeping Neicul on the defensive. During their final sparring match of the morning, Kamri successfully took down Neicul, leaving him in a position of a killing blow.

Neicul laid there smiling before getting back to his feet. Kamri bowed and Neicul returned it.

“Impressive, Kamri, I must say, ” Neicul stated.

“Impressive indeed,” a second onlooking voice spoke out.

Both Kamri and Neicul jumped at the familiar chilling voice. Kamri’s hair rose on the back of her neck as she brought her staff down to her side. She knew all too well what the tingling sensation at the back of her head was.

“Master Yuldasha,” Neicul spoke as he kneeled and bowed his head. Kamri hesitated for a brief second before doing the same.

“Neicul, you may rise,” Yuldasha spoke, the fighting pit light shimmering across her deadly curves. She approached Neicul, taller than even him.

“I see that your training of Kamri here is going well.”

“Indeed it is, Master.”

Kamri remained on one knee, not daring to move or speak unless ordered to.

Yuldasha stepped closer to Neicul, looking down at him. She poked his chest softly with her outstretched finger. A subtle green glow emitted from her fingertip and started burning into his vest slowly.

“I hope we are still on schedule, Neicul, and have not run into anymore delays.”

Neicul winched slightly in pain as Yuldasha’s finger breached his vest and began to burn into his skin.

“Yes, Master, everything is going as planned.”

“Good.” Yuldasha removed her finger and softly kissed him on his lips. “That’s a good boy, Neicul.” She smiled, turned, and left, slowly swaying her hips and whipping her tail like a pissed Plain Seeker.

Neicul and Kamri both remained silent for a few minutes.

“That will be all the combative training for today, Kamri. You are dismissed until further notice.”

Kamri looked on, puzzled and frustrated.

“Master Neicul, what does Yuldasha have planned for me?”

Neicul flashed a sharp tooth and grinned; he looked over his shoulder quickly scanning for any peering eyes.

“War.”

Kamri smiled, her eyes flashing a deeper yellow. She began to ask a chain of questions, but Neicul rose his hand to cut her off.

“You will learn more in due time,” he proclaimed.

>><<

“My fellow people of Wayyel! Brothers, sisters, neighbors, and friends.”

King Tepel bemoaned to his people with sorrow and sadness in his voice. The older elven man choked back tears and remained stoic, as a good King should.

“As some of you may have heard, it saddens me greatly to confirm that in the past days my beloved wife Aria was kidnapped… Our dearest Queen has fallen into the hands of the Kazdruk!”

A chorus of gasps and bewilderment roared out among the great elven city court. The outcry of elven townsmen and peasants quickly settled down into individual whispers. Rumors, schemes, and intrigue spread like wildfire across the people of Wayyel.

“This is surely an act of war!” a hefty townsman yelled out of the crowd.

“We won’t let this stand Tepel! We must retaliate!” a younger elf spoke out, followed by a cheer of agreement from many.

“Down with the Kaz-folk! We’ll burn them all and send them back to the pits from which they came!” an elderly elven women shouted, followed by another large cheer of agreement from the town folk.

“We won’t sit back cowardly anymore Tepel! You must sanction an offensive!” another shouted. The entire town erupted into a cheer of patriotism and honor.

King Tepel stepped back from his throne and leaned into his closest advisers, neighboring chancellors, and the King’s advisers. Royal groups from both Houses Winterstone and Pearlwinn had come. King Tepel looked back over their shoulders towards his people, then back to his peers.

“The Demon spawn leave me no choice, chancellors. I must retaliate and launch a counter offensive. If not for my Wife, then for my people,” Tepel pleaded.

Chancellor Lelthina of Winterstone quickly interjected with her smooth elven voice, laced with annoyance.

“The King of Winterstone will not approve, your Majesty. Launching an offensive would surely open not only Wayyel, but the entire nation of AzurLyyn up to war!”

Lelthina spoke, her light robin blue silk dress hugging her elegant hourglass frame. Blue sparkling eyeshadow danced around her dark almond eyes. Her abnormally dark hair contrasted against her light skin sharply, perfectly fitting for her sharp traditional elven views and demeanor. Although upset and outraged, her expression was masked with beauty. The glittering of her expensive jewelry and rare gems bounced off the other AzurLyyn members, radiating riches and pompousness.

“We will not offer our support in any offensive matter, especially after the disarray at Atzgol. The Winterstone house won’t lay a single foot on the vile soil of those demons. Spoiled first by a Human nation and now Kazdruk; that land is an agglomeration of disgust, destined to crumble into the depths of the SajaRuun.”

Lelthina finished, looking away as if she had greater and more important business to attend.

“Well, Chancellor Lelthina, please thank your King regardless.”

Chancellor Rell of Pearlwinn stepped in. The tall skinny middle aged elvish male smiled softly. A spray of white and grey speckled his long braided hair. Chancellor Rell outstretched his robed arm, placing his gloved hand onto the king’s shoulder.

“I’m sure we can lend you ships and a few regiments of good men. I will discuss our options with King Oallet. Pearlwinn will always remain as brother in arms with house Wayyel, my friend. Our bloodlines run deep, Tepel.”

“Thank you, Chancellor Rell …and Lelthina,” the King bowed.

Lelthina scoffed and returned a less-than convincing bow. Chancellor Rell softly returned a jolly and humble smile and bowed. Before the royal gathering disbanded, Lelthina looked back at King Tepel.

“I hope you sleep well, your Majesty… knowing your actions may very well be the undoing of all of AzurLyyn and her people.”

She sneered and left with her advisers and armed guards.

King Tepel only nodded at her comment, not wanting to admit the truth in her painfully stinging words. He tightened his belt and royal coat, taking in a deep breath before announcing his decision publicly. The cheer of the Wayyel people grew louder and louder awaiting his decision.

AzurLyyn

Later that night

 

King Tepel stood around a giant oak table, reviewing a large map. He was finalizing the offensive details with his commanding officers. A commotion erupted outside the main meeting chamber. Tepel looked up from the giant map to his guards standing by the door. A guard came rushing through the entrance.

“King Tepel! A group of Zelkathron royals have arrived. They wish to speak with you at once!”

“Zelkathron?… Why in the name of Eletha would they be here?” the King questioned, looking on puzzled. He rubbed his temple softly, attempting to push out all the stress and controlled chaos of the last few days.

“Alright then, I will meet with them.”

After cleaning up and making himself look presettable, King Tepel met with the Zelkathron Royals.

They met in a large, open royal meeting chamber. Masterful elvish craftsmanship filled the great castle room. Giant wide glass windows looked over the majestic range of Wayyel. A light dusting of snow was falling softly across the night sky.

The Zelkathron stood proud as a group of five – three royals and two body guards. The people of AzurLyyn did not view the southern Zelkathron as enemies, nor did the south view their northern cousins as adversaries. They had an understanding. Some Zelkathron natives even fought for the AzurLyyn nation. Their differences primarily came down to culture and views on the conflict.

The first elder took a step forward to meet King Tepel. The male dark skinned elf wore a dark brown heavy animal skin type robe, decorated in elegant colorful gems and wild feathers. His older leathery skin shown off years of knowledge and experience. His long black hair was held in twisting braids adorned in gold clamps and beads. The most notable decoration was a giant blue lotus delicately embroidered across the front of his robe. He looked upon Tepel with bright purple eyes, his bushy eyebrows holding firm and his emotions as hard as stone.

One of Tepel’s guards came forth to the King. “Sir, this is Clan Elder Rimish Kov of the Blue Lotus Tribe.”

King Tepel nodded at the young soldier.

The Clan Elder bowed in their traditional southern way. He angled his right arm face up as if holding a bowl across his stomach. He then rose his left palm upward vertically, facing Tepel and then bent his upper body downward.

“King Tepel, even within snow it brings warmth to my heart, standing inside the great land that your goddess Eletha has blessed. The elder sprites run strong with you and your people,” Rimish spoke with a heavy southland elvish accent.

Tepel bowed in return.

“Clan Elder Rimish, thank you. I must admit I’m a bit surprised to see a Zelkathron Elder here at a time like this.”

The Elder smiled. His wrinkled skin pulling across his face.

“The unknown is what gives life purpose, Tepel. A tree does not know from which way the wind will blow next, nor which direction a storm will come… still it stands ever strong.”

“That it does Rimish, that it does.”

“Word travels like heaven’s lighting, Tepel. You’re launching an offensive on the hell spawns are you not, hmm?”

“Yes, yes we are.”

“When I speak, I am the voice of all Clan Blue Lotus. I have a proposal for you and your people – we wish to aid in your offensive. The other clans of Zelkathron do not wish to openly attack. They are timid and apprehensive like your woodland deer. But we, children of the Lotus, will not stand back and watch from afar anymore. We will not tremble in fear. We will ride like spirits with a tempest at our backs.”

Tepel smiled a large grin, his face filled with warmth.

“Please, Clan Elder Rimish. Follow me to the battle room then; we have much work to do.”

By: Lucien

“Lean into it more while twisting your torso!”

A satisfying crunch rang out in the training room as the bloodied human fell face first into the soft dirt. Kamri smiled to herself holding her coiled, demonic bo-staff tightly. The dazed human struggled to get back on his feet.

“Impressive, Kamri. Now finish him off,” the cloaked man spoke, looking on from the deep shadows of the chamber.

Kamri walked over to the fallen human. The built man looked up in sorrow, raising his trembling hand in submission. Without hesitation, Kamri released an extremely heavy blow across the man’s face, smashing in the side of his skull. The man collapsed into a motionless slump. Kamri bit her lower lip in twisted rejoice. The cloaked man clapped his hands slowly in congratulation, emerging from the shadows and into the beam of torchlight spilling down into the fighting pit chamber.

“Very good. Your skills are improving, Kamri. Yuldasha and her Court will be pleased,” the dark man spoke.

“Thank you, Master Neicul.”

Kamri bowed before him in her newly adorned Kazdruk attire and a more appropriate overall Kazdruk look. Kamri now hung her darkening hair pulled back with an under shave, leaving  loose wild strands dancing across her face. The top was pulled back in tight braids, while the rest of her hair hung behind her head in one long, thick twisting braid that reached her ass. Her fiery orange eyes glowed a steady deep pulse, perfectly outlined in smokey eyeshadow and black liner. Black war paint framed her eyes and ran off to the sides. Long, spindly, runic-like tattoos ran up her jaw line symmetrically. The black spear patterns streaked up her cheeks before stopping at her cheekbones. A thick armored collar hung around Kamri’s neck followed by two tilted crescent shaped cups. The black shadow armor hugged her supple breasts tightly. The smooth demon metal wrapped around her chest like a horseshoe, clasping behind her. The cup’s lack of a bridging gore exposed her sternum, further accentuating her soft breasts. Her entire lightly toned stomach was exposed, glimmering softly in the pit light.

Sleek, twisting ebony vambraces, rerebraces, and couters ran up the length of her arms, stopping at her exposed shoulders before flaring out to either side. A deep, ‘V’ shaped black thong rested on her wide hips before plugging low, stopping right before her pubic reign. Textured, angled black leather thigh-highs ran down her powerful legs, smoothly blending into her armored footwear.

Kamri

Neicul was a mysterious, dark, and tall humanoid Kazdruk with broad shoulders. His large hood covered most of his face. Most times Kamri meet with him was during training; she could only make out his lower half of his face. His eyes glowed a soft steady pupil-less white. He usually wore a black, leather armored, sleeveless vest layered in thin, overlapping draconic scales. Each scale varied in shades of black and void-like nether. Intricate engravings swirled and twisted along the strips of leather. It reminded her of some kind of malevolent perversion of Northern elvish textile and decor. It was lined with a pair of large curvy Kazdruk combat knives; dark and deadly, elegant but twisted.

The vest hugged his muscular frame tightly, sometimes appearing as if it were painted across his upper body. Kamri could see every muscle flex and tighten under it as he spoke and moved. Black swirling and chaotic demon runes ran up his powerful bare arms. His skin was ashy and tan, much like Kamri’s. From what she could tell by the way he moved and spoke, she guessed him to be around thirty to forty;  it was always troublesome to determine any demon’s age. Ebony gauntlets wrapped across each wrist, rounding off over the top of his hands. His vest tightened around his waist leading down to a long dark leather battle-kilt. The piece stopped around his knees; it was lined with small polished reptilian black claws. Simple form fitting smooth black leather pants ran down to heavy black boots.

Neicul approached closer and looked her over head to toe. Kamri thought she saw his extended canines when he grinned – similar to her own vampiric pair – but the torches dancing overhead casted a lot of strange shadows that tricked the eye. She could sense him as he drew closer to her, a side effect of her transformation that she assumed every demon here possessed. This feeling reminded her that every day she felt stronger and grew more attuned. Her hunger and animalistic tendencies grew as well while her control over them strengthened.

His scent hit Kamri first; it was spicy and laced with coal and smoke. The sweet smell of his leather and Kuzdruk metals enveloped her. She could sense his demeanor. He radiated a complex wave of aggression, militancy, dominance and mastery overflowing with lust and arousal. He hid all of it behind a cool and collected wall of ice and secrecy. She could sense his inner conflict as he held himself back. Knowing he could sense her, Kamri attempted to remain as stoic and neutral as possible.

He was about to say something, then paused for a moment as his eyes flickered and took one step back.

“Not too bad Izz suppose,” a woman’s voice suddenly spoke out above the fighting pit. Kamri looked up and saw Jelthra standing beside a torch, leaning on a bone railing looking downwards.

“Ah, good evening, Jelthra. And how are we this eve?” Neicul spoke out, smiling under his hood before giving an overly cynical, exaggerated bow. His voice was deep; he spoke with the typical harsh Kazdruk accent but the way he delivered his words were a bit smoother in nature.

“Anyone can fight a group of wazhed up prizoners, Neicu,” Jelthra spoke mockingly. She jumped down from the second floor landing inside the fighter’s pit in front of Kamri. “Lez us see how well you’ve really trained her.”

Jelthra
Without warning, Jelthra unsheathed her blade and slashed towards Kamri. The dark elf positioned her bo-staff vertically, blocking Jelthra’s sideways slash. Not breaking her step, Jelthra criss-crossed her attack and slashed again from the other side. Kamri swung her staff, blocking her second attack. Jelthra didn’t let up and continued her assault, aggressing into her opponent. She slashed at Kamri from every conceivable angle while Kamri gave up ground and steadily moved backward. Deflecting the human’s attacks, Kamri waited for an opening. Jelthra swung in from a high overhead strike. Instead of absorbing the strike as a simple block, Kamri side stepped and let Jelthra’s blade move with her staff, forcing her to follow through and drive her blade into the dirt. Kamri used the opening to flurry her staff around over her head and catch Jelthra hard in the side of her face. Jelthra cried out as she lost her balance and fell awkwardly to her side. She quickly regained herself and tossed her head upward in anger, a trickle of fresh blood running down her face and lip.

Jelthra rushed Kamri again with a more complex flurry of swings. Kamri dug the base of her staff into the dirt, blocking the oncoming strikes. She quickly swung up horizontally, matching every strike as if she was a mirror reflecting Jelthra. However, Kamri was losing and giving up ground again. She spun out of the approaching wall she was backing into. Kamri flurried her staff in a quick circular motion, transitioning the spin behind her back while spinning herself. As she spun, she kicked away from the wall and started her offensive. She struck high on Jelthra, setting up a diversion so she could follow through with the opposite side of her staff and strike low. The simple attack worked flawlessly – the low strike caught Jelthra in the leg, knocking her off balance, but Jelthra dove into a roll to avoid any further incoming strikes. She came up with with her sword pommel first, knocking Kamri in the face. Kamri stumbled backward before returning a spinning roundhouse kick. Jelthra ducked below the kick and rose, up launching her own kick. Kamri parried off her kick with her staff. Kamri hesitated for a moment as her mind momentarily relapsed; she slipped into the past as her head was bombarded with memories and visions of Elu. She quickly regained herself, shaking the memories free. Kamri sluggishly tried to stab her staff into Jelthra’s stomach. Jelthra sidestepped it and caught Kamri’s staff with her hand, locking it in place between her torso and arm.

Jelthra smiled before unleashing a blast of twisting energy into the staff. The purple bolts arced up the staff into Kamri’s hands, driving immense pain into the elf’s body. Kamri screamed out as her muscles seized up. In one smooth motion, Jelthra sheathed her own sword and released the bow-staff dropping it the ground. She quickly reached up, grabbing Kamri’s head with both hands while leaping upward and drove Kamri’s face into her knee. A heavy crunch rang out as Kamri fell back to the ground in agony.

“A bit disappointing Neicul, I muz say,” Jelthra mentioned with a frown. She walked towards Neicul on the other side of the chamber, calmly placing her hands on his chest as he smiled.

“I personally know yoz can do better, Neicul; dy say you are ze best.”

Jelthra lowered her voice to a whisper as Kamri slowly rose back to her feet in a daze, blood trickling from her nose. Jelthra looked into Neicul’s eyes lustfully.

“…Show me again zum time how you handle your weapon.”

Jelthra smiled, looking downward momentarily at his pants before back up to his eyes. She kissed him softly on his cheek before walking away towards Kamri. Neicul paused for a moment, watching as she walked away.

“Hey…Don’t neglect the chain of command, Jelthra.”

Jelthra ignored Neicul’s comment and only smiled at Kamri before bumping into her hard with her heavy shoulder pauldron while passing. Kamri grimaced in anger but didn’t move or retaliate. She only looked onward squeezing her fists tightly, silently seething. She calmly reached down and picked up her staff.

“Go clean up and meet me in the great library in one hour,” Neicul spoke coldly.

Kamri bowed softly.

“Yes of course Master…”

Neicul began to turn and leave.

“… I’m sorry for my failure this evening master. I will do better next time.”

Neicul froze in his steps before swinging back around in anger. He lunged out at her neck, grappling her throat and pinning her against the stone wall.

“Listen to me! Do not apologize, Kamri! Those empty words will change nothing. Your performance just now was disgusting. What the hell happened out there? Your skills are a direct reflection of me, do you understand? Yuldahsa selected me personally to train you… but I’m starting to wonder if this is some kind of punishment, or sick joke. You will do better next time!

Neicul loosened his grip and let her go.

“Yuldasha has big plans for you Kamri, but if you can’t fight then you are worthless to her. NOW GO CLEAN UP!”

Kamri remained silent and simply bowed. Neicul swung back around in anger and left the chamber.

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Inner Flame & Ritualistic Combat.

Scripture: 7

…The inner manifestation of energy is drawn from within as well as externally. A caster’s spell is only as strong as his or her inner demeanor, but can be supported by sustenance and environment. Let the inner emotions flow like a fresh river of blood. Focus your senses, and in time, calling upon energies will be second nature…

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“Personally, I’ve never been the one to rely on sorcery, Kamri. It seems to take more then it gives. It will be up to you on how much you use. Regardless, you should still study those arts. Take what you need, absorb what will give you an advantage in combat. Meditate, train, then train some more.”

I did as I was told and met Neicul in the Library. We usually came here after training to read up on techniques and tactics. I felt better after cleaning up and changing into my heavy acolyte cloak. The library was filled with parchments and aeon-old bound books. Red waxed candles glimmered lightly in the musky chamber. I couldn’t help but glance at all the strange artifacts and statues that filled the room. Every time I came here, I’d noticed one I hadn’t before. Multiple levels of books encircled the chamber, perfectly organized. I sat off to the side reading ancient scripts on combative sorcery. Reading the Kazdruk language was strange the first couple days, but the more I read it the more natural it became. The scripts had a way of talking to you. Neicul seemed to have cooled off, but he remained distant and lost in deep thought.

“Master Neicul? May I ask you a question?”

“No.”

I fumbled my lower lip in frustration and kept reading. He was a complex individual; I wanted to know his story, what his deal was. He was far from charismatic or sympathetic, yet somehow strangely admirable. Perhaps it’s because he’s been the only one to give me purpose or some form of help, though I’m sure he would not hesitate to kill me if ordered to or provoked. Something boiled inside him – his soul was frigid. Something about those qualities drew me to him. I wanted to see his face in full, I wanted to obtain the impossible.

I let out a small sigh of frustration. I was starting to loose focus. I must have been reading for at least an hour. I kept sensing Neicul, his body radiated strength.

“That is enough studying for today, Kamri. You are dismissed unless you wish to stay and study.”

“Thank you, Master. With your permission, I wish to stay and finish this passage.”

“Permission granted, Kamri. I shall see you at tomorrow’s dawn then; meet me outside.”

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The morning sun hurt my eyes; it was early still but I didn’t dare show up late for training. I did as I was told and traveled outside along the outer edge of the Spire. The blood red sand danced in the morning wind, hissing softly as granules brushed around. The sand’s twisting sounds meshed against the howling winds. The large sun rose on the desolate and charred horizon, slowly creeping into view. Yuldasha’s mental link still beat strong. The invisible tether coiling around me, always slightly nagging at the back of my neck.

Neicul was nowhere in sight – very strange for him to be late. I continued walking along the soft red dunes looking for him, wondering if I had been mistaken. Perhaps I was supposed to meet him in the fighting pit again? Something felt slightly off. My hairs stood on end and my heart began to race. Adrenaline flooded my body as all my senses flew into motion. I turned around just in time to see a wood staff coming down towards me violently. I rose my own staff up and blocked the strike mere inches from my face. It was Neicul! His black cloak rippled in the desert wind as he advanced against me. He struck hard, solid blows towards my face and shoulders. I quickly blocked each strike as we danced across the sand. Each blow was stronger than the last, but he struck in patterns.

“Morning, Kamri.”

He swung on viciously. I copied every strike he made and blocked them. Sand and dirt flung upward as our feet tipped around in a devilish dance. We slowly danced away from the Spire, dueling in the larger dunes now. The clacking of our strikes bounced out across the hot sands. Neicul jabbed a quick low kick, catching me in the calf. The kick was so strong that it swept me clear off my feet. I fell back before tumbling down a sand dune, my staff tumbling down the opposite side. Neicul stood at the top and removed his black cloak and tossed it to the ground, exposing his arms and face. With his back against the rising sun, all I could see was his solid silhouette moving closer. He lept into the air swinging downward; I rolled to my side, just barely missing his strike. He now loomed over me and did not let up. He attempted to strike me while I lay down on my back. I torqued my upper body side to side dodging his powerful strikes.

“Truly pathetic, Kamri.”

He swung at my ribs, but I blocked his strike with my wrist. My dark vambraces absorbed the strike that surely would have broken my arm. I grabbed his staff and counter swung with my free arm, snapping his bo-staff clean in half. Before he realized what happened, I leg swept him off his feet. He fell backward, landing flat on his back. I lept onto my feet and lunged on top of him, straddling his chest. I laid into him hard with quick strikes. Laying on his back he managed to block most of the strikes. He caught one of my strikes with his large hand and began to twist and crush my hand through the hand-armor. He twisted my entire arm before yanking me in closer. I fell forward and was met with a head-butt. All I saw was stars and fell to my back.

When I came to and regained focus, Neicul was straddling my chest this time. I looked down to see his twin daggers criss-crossed across my neck, the sharp edges just slightly resting on my skin.

“Dead again, Kamri.”

Neicul dismounted me and rose to his feet. As he sheathed his daggers I got a good look at his face for the first time. His face was surprisingly human looking with hard features. His squinted white almond shaped eyes were topped with thick black eyebrows. His ears came to sharp points, and like many of his fellow Kazdruks he adorned two black horns that protruded from his forehead, though smaller and more reserved. The horns angled up over his short black hair.

“The hell you looking at? Get up.”

His comment caught me off guard, and I quickly got back to my feet.

“Yes, Master.”

We practiced more routines for most of the day, using primarily bow-staffs and hand to hand. I had personally requested the bo-staff at the start of my training. I had been trained with a few different variants and lengths. Some were wood and others made of twisted Kazdruk metals. Neicul said I was crazed and idiotic for choosing such a weapon. Most Kazdruk preferred something sharp and more lethal. He accepted my decision and even though he disliked the weapon, he was still extremely disciplined in its form, usage, and art in combat. He trained me well with it.

We returned to the Spire at dusk. Exhausted, I followed Neicul back to the fighting pit. He told me I was dismissed and left the chamber. I removed my rerebraces and vambraces and laid them down. The cool air felt good on my now exposed arms.

“So you’re Neicul’s new pet.”

A low female voice spoke out of the dark shadows along the edge of the pit – the voice was very deep and unmistakably Kazdruk. I looked around along the wall of weapons and shields that hung on the dark wall.

“Who are you? Show yourself!” I commanded.

I suddenly caught movement to my left. A very tall female figure emerged from the shadows between two tall stone columns. I used the columns to try and gauge her height; she looked at least three meters tall, if not more. She was broad and built like a Kazdruk ballista. Her powerful legs carried her with a smooth, yet extremely intimidating grace. Although very muscular, she still retained her curvy feminine hourglass figure. Her large tits bounced behind her heavy black engraved chest armor. Her exposed stomach was a wall of defined abdominal muscles; they looked as hard as stone. I became lost in her plunging cleavage for a second before looking up at her large biceps. They rode into her thick trapezius muscles. Her face was smooth and beautiful, her azure lips popped against her tan skin. The demon’s attractive features were set off by her white predatory eyes, lined in a deep red liner. Straight raven black hair fell past her shoulders and waved with each step. Two massive twisting black horns erected themselves out above her long elvish like ears. She carried a massive black Halberd with one hand.

She approached closer. Now towering over me, I became lost in her shadow. I stood my ground and looked up into her eyes. The demoness stopped in front of me before cocking her head side to side, cracking her neck.

“Hmm, Kamri right?” Her voice was powerful and aggressive. It reminded me of a harsher, more rugged version of Yuldasha’s voice but about one or two octaves lower.

I nodded but remained silent.

“Aww how cute, here to play soldier?”

I remained silent, holding my ground and looked on in defiance.

“Ah well, would we look at that! A mute as well.”

A small laugh came out behind the large demon. I caught movement behind her. As I focused, I saw Jelthra leaning against a pillar looking on with a smile.

“Rezember waz I told you Luzella, no remorse!” Jelthra yelled out.

“I’ll go keep Neicul diztracted,” Jelthra teased before leaving the fighting pit.

The demoness Luzella tossed her Halberd to the ground and took a step forward with her large cloven foot.

I took a step back and began to raise my staff; she simply reached out and palmed the end of my staff and pulled it from my hand. She examined it for a moment before torquing it upward with both hands. Her arm’s muscles bulged and flexed. The bow-staff snapped in two as if a twig. The demon smiled, then reached out with both hands and shoved me hard against the wall, pinning me in place. I struggled in place as Luzella smiled. She threw an uppercut hitting me hard in the stomach. It felt like a timber tree railing into me. I fell to the cold floor, gasping for air. Before I could rise to my feet she kicked me hard in the ribs. I fell over in pain rolling over onto my back, grasping my ribs. I looked up to see her removing her top chest armor and toss it to the ground. Her heavy tits fell free, bouncing side to side for a moment. Black twisting tattoos danced across her shoulders and chiseled back. She approached me closer and stepped on my neck with her heavy hoof. I reached up and tried to block her hoof but she was too heavy. Her powerful thighs flexed as she applied more weight onto my neck. I squirmed violently, trying to get out from under her. She stood their nonchalantly smiling and removed her bottom battle skirt, revealing her large, soft, sheathed demon cock. Her heavy balls swung back and forth as I tried desperately to push her off…