Chapter Twenty-Two
IVANKA
Tiffany and I watched from the mouth of The Broken Pass as the sun slowly sank into the horizon. I waited until the last light faded and then took off my clothes. I gave my favorite blood-sister a kiss and then dashed into the maple trees.
There were so many scents in The Maples. The Pines were sparsely occupied, but The Maples had so many delicious smelling creatures lurking everywhere. There was an incubus twenty yards to my left. There was faun a half-mile to the south. A loan centaur was galloping a mile to the north. But I was to feast on orc tonight, which was one of my least favorite meals. I caught my target’s scent from two miles away. As I raced through the trees, I began to get a picture of who he was.
I could smell infection on his skin, a bog-born parasite that he wasn’t treating well. He was middle-aged, but still virile; I could smell the musk wafting from him. As I drew nearer, I zeroed in on the thumping of his heart. His resting heartrate was abnormally high, and a very distinct murmur was beating irregularly. He was fat and out of shape, which would make my job easier, but the meal worse.
I stopped at the entrance to his village. I heard two hundred and three hearts beating. I peered through the darkness and saw the orc’s warm bodies glowing from within their huts. My target was in the center of the village in the chieftain’s hut, gorging himself on ale and pork. I silently raced through the settlement, taking cover behind walls and huts to stayed hidden from witnesses. When the coast was clear, I dashed into the chieftain’s hut.
The orc chief tried to scream around a mouthful of pork. He barely stood up before I was on him. I sunk my fangs into his neck and drank his thick, foul blood. He beat me with his fists and yanked on my hair, but my grip on his throat remained tight. He grew weaker by the second until he collapsed. I looked both ways and then tore the head of the chieftain. I took a finger nail and carved the symbol of The Gorge on his chest, and then the message to meet at The Broken Pass. I took my prize and dashed silently out of the hut and to the village center. I rang the alarm bell and then disappeared into the forest.
BROCK
“How do I know you’re acting under the orders of Queen Yavara?” Braun, the leader of the centaurs asked me, “Because this sounds a lot like an orc making a power-play for The Tundra.”
“I am making a power-play for The Tundra,” I replied, “under her direction. I am Queen Yavara’s candidate for Froktora.”
“Where is the queen?” Braun asked, “She hasn’t come to ask for our aid, and we would give it to her freely.”
“You and I seem to be the only ones willing to do that anymore,” I sighed, “the other clans have forgotten their vows. Queen Yavara left for The Spruces to deal with an emergency, I am her acting diplomat to The Maples.”
“You still haven’t presented me with proof of your allegiance,” Braun said, “you are killing orcs that I have trade relations with, and I will not defend you against the vengeance of their people until I know you are acting under The Dark Queen’s orders.”
“Here,” I said dropping the sacks of gold into his hands, “that’s Ardeni currency, procured by a loan from King Dreus to Queen Yavara. In one of the bags you will find a note of transaction signed by Councilor Titus and Councilor Zander Fredeon.”
“The council of Queen Yavara has sanctioned Councilor Brock Terdini, Secretary of War, to deliver this payment to Braun of The Spearheads to ensure centaur aid in Councilor Terdini’s endeavors with the tribes of The Maples. Signed Titus and Zander, but conspicuously not Queen Yavara.”
“You’re just going to have to trust me,” I said, “the tribes of The Tundra rejected Yavara’s offer because they would not accept me as her Froktora candidate; I need these orcs to bolster my claim. If we do not unite the clans soon, Leveria’s army will march on a divided nation and cut us to pieces. The fate of the entire forest is resting on your decision.”
Braun looked at the note and then looked at me.
“OK, Brock,” he said, “I will help you.”
LEVERIA
I opened my eyes to find Glendian pulling the last pieces of shrapnel from my body. I moaned weakly in pain as I felt the wood ripped from my stomach. Glendian healed the wound and then checked for more.
“Did we lose Castle Thorum?” I asked.
“It didn’t look good.” Glendian said grimly.
“Adarian?”
“Probably captured or dead.” Glendian said as he healed the final wound.
“Shit,” I mumbled, “we have hundreds of rangers on active missions sending progress reports back to Castle Thorum. Yavara will torture Adarian until he deciphers them, and then the last of our ranger units will be hunted down.”
“I doubt she’d do that.” Elena said, sitting on a chair and smoking one of my cigarettes.
“You didn’t think she’d attack The Highlands, either,” I said, “but here we are.”
“As much as you want her to be,” Elena said through a cloud of smoke, “she’s nothing like you; she’s not cruel.”
“Oh, we’ll see about that.” I smiled.
“She won’t do it.” Elena said firmly, as though she were trying to convince herself of it. I smiled at my unrequited romantic interest.
“Should we get new clothes?” I asked Elena as I stood up, “You look so cute in that outfit, but you can’t walk around the castle in it.”
“What do you mean ‘walk around the castle?’”
“You’re my ambassador from Alkandra,” I smiled, “you’re entitled to diplomatic privileges and protections.”
“That implies you’re recognizing the sovereignty of Alkandra,” Elena smiled, “which means your claim to The Great Forest is an invasion of a country, and not a pacification of insurgents.”
“Semantics, Elena,” I laughed, “you do have a mind for politics, though. You will make an excellent diplomat.”
“My queen!” a guard said, bursting through the door, “Adarian is calling you on his mirror.”
YAVARA
“I told you everything I know about Elena,” Adarian said through a spit of blood, “you can keep going, but you won’t get anything else.”
“Oh come now, Adarian,” I smiled, “we still have so many teeth to go! There must be something you’ve forgotten; do I need to jog your memory?”
I’d never tortured anyone before, but desperate times called for desperate measures. It was a little scary how easy it was for me to hurt him. I was never a sadist, but I got a little rush of power every time I pulled a tooth of this fucker’s head. Maybe there was a sadistic side of me, but I convinced myself that what I was doing was necessary. Adarian killed Prestira and captured Elena so that she could be tortured, he deserved this. I was in the right.
“I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING!” Adarian yelled after I ripped a molar out with my mind.
“That was a very convincing reaction, Adarian, congratulations.” I laughed, “But I still have a few more questions before I’m done.”
“What?” Adarian gasped as the blood flowed from his mouth.
“Does this mirror work?” I asked, pointing to the enchanted glass on the wall, “Because I’ve been calling my sister for a while now, and she’s usually pretty anxious to talk to me.”
“It works fine.”
“Really?” I turned my attention to the mirror, “Leveria! Leveria! Your sister wants to talk to you! I don’t think it works, Adarian, I think you’re lying to me.”
I ripped out another molar, forcing Adarian’s head to jerk forward. I had him dangling in the air above the hole I had created in the tower. Every time I worked my demented dentistry, the fox in my bag would yelp and whine. I thought about throwing the poor thing off the edge to incentivize Adarian, but I wasn’t that cruel. Not yet, anyway.
“I don’t know why she’s not answering!” Adarian yelled in pain.
“Being the head ranger, director of intelligence for The Highlands, it sure seems like you don’t know very much.” I teased, “I can’t tell whether you’re that good under pressure, or just that fucking ignorant.”
I picked up a pile of letters on Adarian’s desk.
“These,” I said as I held up the letters, “are something I know you know about. Decipher them.”
“Pull out another tooth, you bitch.” Adarian spat.
“As you wish.”
I yanked out a canine, prompting a scream to erupt from the ranger’s throat.
“After you give me the codes for these letters, I’ll put you in holding and negotiate an exchange of hostages with Leveria. You just need to do this one little thing and you’ll live.”
“Ha!” Adarian laughed, “now who’s the liar, Yavara? You know Leveria won’t give up Elena for me, and I know you won’t let me live.”
“I’ll let you go once you give me what I need,” I lied, “I’m not my sister.”
“No you won’t,” Adarian laughed, “because Brock Terdini wants my head, and you’ll have to give it to him.”
“Did Elena tell you that? Are you holding out information on me, Adarian?!”
“Elena didn’t tell me,” Adarian laughed harder, “vengeance is all orcs ever think about. So-and-so killed so-and-so’s great, great uncle, and a blood feud that lasts generations ensues. You’re the queen of a pack of savages, and you’re beholden to their blood lust. Brock will have my corpse no matter what you do, so you might as well keep going, because I’m not telling you a fucking thing about that cipher.”
“You’re right, Adarian,” I smiled, “you’re a dead man. The manner of your death is the only thing you get to decide now. Maybe I should move to different parts; you don’t seem to care much for your teeth.”
“Please don’t!” yelled a female voice beside me. I lost my concentration and nearly dropped Adarian. I turned around to see a tan, beautiful naked woman with fox ears and a bushy tail. Tears were streaking down her cheeks as she sobbed.
“Adarian,” I laughed, “for a monster hunter, you seem to have an interesting choice of women.”
“She means nothing to me,” Adarian said coldly, “she’s just a piece of ass.”
“I don’t think that’s true at all, Adarian,” I smiled, “what’s your name, girl?”
“April.” She whimpered.
“April,” I whispered slyly, looking at Adarian, “tell me girl, what would you do to keep Adarian alive?”
“Anything!” she cried.
“That’s good to hear, April,” I said, caressing her cheek, “because I have all kinds of things I want you to do.”
ELENA
“Well, Elena, I didn’t want to say ‘I told you so,’ but I couldn’t help it.” Leveria said as we watched Yavara work her magic on Adarian through the mirror in her office.
I remained silent.
“I suppose she was driven by her mad love for you,” she said, lighting a cigarette, “if that’s any consolation.”
“It’s not.” I responded. Leveria was right about Yavara all along. Yavara would do terrible things to get what she wanted; she would torture and murder just like Leveria.
“Oh look, it’s April!” Leveria laughed, “The plot thickens. What do you think our protagonist is going to do with her?”
I didn’t answer. I was afraid we both knew exactly what Yavara was going to do with the beautiful woman.
“You could stop her, Elena,” Leveria said, “you could press your hand to the mirror and tell her to stop; she would listen to you.”
I didn’t do it. I couldn’t let Yavara see me with Leveria, it would drive her insane. There was also a part of me that wanted to see how far Yavara would take this. I didn’t want to admit it, but I was morbidly curious about how sadistic Yavara actually was. I wanted to see what she would do to the poor kitsune.
“Go on, Elena,” Leveria smiled, “save April from her fate.”
“Do you want to hear something fucked up?” I said as I blew out a cloud of smoke.
“Those are my favorite things to hear about.” Leveria grinned.
“I want to see what she does,” I said, lifting my dress up and exposing my hard cock, “and then I want to do it to you.”
“Am I just a captive kitsune?” Leveria grinned wickedly, “please don’t hurt my ranger boyfriend, I’ll do anything.”
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YAVARA
I smiled at Adarian as I guided his lover down on the bed. She laid flat on her stomach, tears streaking down her face as she whimpered in fear.
“You,” I said as I caressed her back, “are going to be an offering to an orc chieftain, April.”
“WHAT?!” Adarian yelled.
“His name is Brock Terdini,” I whispered to the terrified kitsune, “and he has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
“Yavara, please-” I forced Adarian’s mouth shut with my mind.
“You’re going to be his little fuck-toy,” I hissed as my fingers slid gently down her spine, “he’s going to make you pay for the things Adarian did to him; he’s not going to be gentle.”
April whimpered pathetically on the bed.
“I’m a merciful queen, April,” I whispered, “I’m going to prepare you for him so that he doesn’t hurt so bad.”
April continued to sob into the bed. I reached out with my mind until I found what I was looking for in the mage’s office. A purple syringe came flying out the door and into my hand.
LEVERIA
“Oh c’mon!” I yelled. I was naked and on my stomach, and very much enjoying the feeling of Elena’s fingers caressing me. And then Yavara had to pull out the succubus extract and ruin the whole thing.
“What?” Elena laughed, “Afraid of a taste of your own medicine?”
“Fine,” I grumbled, “stick me with it.”
YAVARA
“This will make you feel better,” I smiled down at the terrified kitsune, “after I put this in you, you’ll be begging like a whore for me to fill you. Does that excite you, Adarian?” I asked the muted ranger, “Do you want to see your precious April moaning like a slut when I rape her?”
I grinned at Adarian as I plunged the needle into April’s glute. I depressed the plunger and watched in fascination as April’s terrified body relaxed. She laid on the bed for a while, her breathing slowing down. Her ears perked up and her bushy tail began to wag. It curled up from between her legs, exposing her holes to me. Her slit was frothing with arousal, and her body slowly began to shift backward, her pelvis lifting off the bed as her ass moved above her knees. Her hands slid behind her and spread her cheeks to me. She looked back, her face resting on a pillow and her eyes full of need.
“What do you want me to do to you, April?” I asked.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, “please.”
ELENA
“Aaaaah, YES! YES!” Leveria screamed as I pushed my fist into her dripping cunt, “DEEPER!”
Yavara had April bent over on the bed with her ass in the air. She was slowly pushing her fist into the poor kitsune, who’s tail was curling up in pleasure. Leveria didn’t have the tail to mimic April, but she sure had the enthusiasm.
“Oh,” I laughed, following Yavara’s words to the letter, “do you like it when I do that?”
“Yes!” Leveria cried, copying April.
“I want you to tell your ranger boyfriend what a whore you are.”
“No.” Leveria whimpered, doing her best April impression.
“Tell your boyfriend,” I growled with Yavara, “that his cock can’t compare to Brock Terdini’s. Tell him or I’ll pull out and leave you begging alone!”
“Oh, please don’t!” Leveria echoed April.
“You know what you have to say.”
“Adarian,” Leveria fake-sobbed in her impression of April, “I’m just a whore who want’s big orc cock! I’m sorry, my love, but you can’t compete with Brock Terdini!”
“That’s a good girl,” Yavara and I sneered, “but Brock has friends, and my right hand is going to simulate them for you.”
APRIL
“Not there!” I screamed.
“Why not?” Yavara laughed cruelly, “It’s my favorite spot.”
“I’ve…I’ve never…”
“Ranger Adarian seems like quite the gentleman,” Yavara sneered, “but Brock Terdini is not.”
I screeched out as I felt Yavara’s hand pushing against my virgin asshole. Yavara laughed at my screams and kept pushing. I gritted my teeth and drove my face into the sheets of the bed. Yavara’s fist broke through my resistances and entered me. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted it to feel terrible so that Adarian would know I didn’t like it, but the succubus extract coursing through my veins wouldn’t allow that. I screamed a muffled note of pleasure into the bed, my pelvic floor flexing outward and consuming the rest of Yavara’s fist. She pushed her two hands against the membrane between my holes and grinded them together deep inside of me. My head flung up from the bed and my voice blurted out an involuntary sob of ecstasy. Adarian looked at me with saddened eyes, but I could only look back at him with lust. Yavara was making me feel better than he ever did, and it was killing me inside, but it was true. I averted my gaze from my lover and gave into her, doing my best to pretend he wasn’t there so it wouldn’t ruin the moment for me. I’d never felt this good before.
Yavara pulled her hands out of me, but something was still thrusting inside. She lifted my body off the bed with her powers and brought me within inches of Adarian, her telekinetic fists gaping my holes.
“Look at him!” Yavara commanded. I obeyed. I stared my pleasure into Adarian and moaned. He was crying, but I didn’t care how he felt. The drug in my veins only allowed me to care about the unbelievable feeling of my defilement. Yavara turned me until my desecrated holes were facing Adarian. He stared in horror as my pelvic floor was pulled from my body, my taint twitching delectable and pussy gushing. My head rolled back and I stared gratefully upside-down at the queen raping me. I was her whore; I would do whatever she wanted.
LEVERIA
“Well that’s not happening,” Elena sighed as she pulled her fists out of me, “sorry Leveria, I can’t do that.”
“Elena,” I gasped, “the extract is still in me! I need you to make me come!”
“Letting you writhe on the floor would be more than you deserve after what you did to Prestira.”
“Don’t throw morality at me, you bitch!” I yelled angrily, my need consuming me, “You’ve been getting off to watching your beloved rape a woman, now you are going to fuck me!”
“Is that an order, your highness?” Elena asked with a raised eyebrow, “Because diplomats don’t have to follow orders.”
“My queen,” a guard said, averting his eyes from my compromising state, “your popcorn is ready.”
“You made popcorn?!” Elena laughed.
“I thought we’d snuggle together and watch the show.” I smiled back.
“God, you’re fucking crazy.” Elena said shaking her head.
“Do you stick your dick in crazy?” I asked seductively, swaying my hips as my hands spread my holes.
“Fortunately for you,” Elena said as she got to her knees behind me, “it seems that’s the only thing I stick my dick in.”
Elena moved from my ass to my pussy with each thrust. The guard uncomfortably walked over and placed the popcorn bowl by my head. I pushed the food away and moaned as my body lurched to Elena’s rhythm.
“You,” Elena said to the guard, “what’s your name?”
“Fraldias, my lady.” The guard said.
“I am no lady, Fraldias,” Elena laughed, “have you ever fucked royalty?”
“Elena, no…” I said meekly, too engulfed in pleasure to protest firmly.
“No, ma’am.” Fraldias said uncomfortably to Elena.
“Well, today’s your lucky day,” Elena said as she fucked my ass and lifted me up, “because Queen Tiadoa has one too many holes for me to fill.”
“Elena, no!” I cried. My breasts were shaking wildly, my hair hanging disheveled in my face, my mouth protesting but still agape in pleasure.
“If you do this,” Elena whispered in my ear, “we’ll snuggle and eat popcorn just like you wanted.”
I’d never been with more than one person at a time, and I certainly wouldn’t lower myself to fucking a lowly palace guard. But Elena wanted me to do it, and I wanted to do what Elena wanted. The succubus extract flowing through me didn’t really allow for much of a fight anyway. I licked my lips and spread my frothing cunt to the man.
Come here, big boy, I’ll give you a story you’ll be telling people for the rest of your life.
Fraldias pulled off his armor and revealed his sizeable member. I beckoned him over and wetted his shaft with my mouth, moaning around him and gazing into his astonished eyes. I pulled him out when I was satisfied and guided him by the cock below me. Elena picked me up by the hips and pushed my ass down until his full length was inside. My head flung upward and my mouth opened wide to yield a satisfied scream. I’d never had two cocks inside me before, and the way my partners grinded together inside me was driving me wild.
My hooped earing rocked wildly to the chaotic rhythm. My taint was stretched beautifully as my partners blasted into my gaping holes. I anchored my hands on Fraldias’s chest and arched my back, looking over my shoulder at Elena and giving her a satisfied smile. Elena slapped me hard on the ass, turning my smile into gaping oval as cries of approval sung from my mouth. Fraldias sank his fingers hard into my breast, squeezing roughly as though he were trying rip them from me. My pelvis dropped and my spine wrenched in a curve. I smiled down at the audacity of the man and rewarded him with a passionate kiss. Elena’s hand gripped my hair and ripped my head back, forcing my back to curve to an uncomfortable angle. She brought my upper body against her own, her breasts squishing against my back, before she turned my face to hers and forced a tongue into my mouth. It wasn’t a romantic kiss, it was a domineering one, but I’d take it. It was our first kiss, and I enjoyed her power-lust as she forced control over me.
I felt Fraldias and Elena’s cocks pulsate inside me. The pressure began to burn in my nethers, and I screamed the arrival of my orgasm between Elena’s lips. She kept my face pressed to hers, her tongue boring into my mouth as she panted her own pleasure. We rose together, our lips locked, our bodies entangled and glistening with sweat. Fraldias railed away with wild abandon, pounding so hard into me it felt like my pelvis would break. I loved it. Elena did the same, the force of the two cocks piercing me was driving my orgasm to greater heights. My torso and pelvis twitched as spasms shot through them, my pussy and asshole clenched around the cocks. I climaxed with a muffled scream, my eyes opening wide and rolling back. Hot cum gushed into my desecrated holes, my two partners vocalizing their ascension with growls and moans.
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I collapsed onto Fraldias, breathing heavily and enjoying his warmth. I let the post-sexual satisfaction wash over me before I gave him a look that made it clear he should leave. Elena stayed inside my ass and guided me next to her on the floor. I snuggled up against her, relishing the pleasant radiation of her body and the softness of her flesh. I pretended she loved me and fed her popcorn like a dutiful wife. We watched in mutual interest as Yavara finished desecrating the poor kitsune on the mirror, Elena gently pumping into my ass the whole time. I laid on my side and moaned softly as she sensually sodomized me. I felt her breath on my neck and turned my face to her. She looked at me with conflict etched across her face, the same look my father gave me all those years ago. I let her decide, not wanting to ruin my chance. She closed her eyes and lowered her lips to my own. My heart raced in my chest with joy as we kissed.
ZANDER
I walked through the abandoned camp of the nymphs. The ashes of a pyre were blowing from the center of a clearing, and I didn’t need to move closer to know was burned. I stopped at the edge of the clearing and stared at the smoldering wood. I felt the guilt and the grief balling up in my stomach. Prestira had loved me more than anyone, even Alkandi, and I pushed her away time and time again. And when I finally wanted her back, when I finally realized the love I had for her, she was taken from me. I played with the witch’s heart for hundreds of years, and this was my penance for never opening myself up to her. I pushed a tear from my eye and made my way to The Mother’s tree.
I stopped and examined the enormous spruce. Its branches were drooping and its needles falling freely. The sap that the nymphs drank from was white and cloudy. Something was very wrong here.
“Zander,” a seductive voice called out from the enormous tree, “come in.”
The trunk of the tree opened into a large doorway, and I stepped inside. Elena’s succubi were sitting in a circle, completely naked on the black soil. I looked up to see the once-green bioluminescent lights had all turned purple. Crystal’s eyes were glowing purple ovals, and I began to get a picture of what had transpired here.
“Arbor,” I said as I sat down, “you’ve been corrupted.”
“I like to think I’ve been awakened,” Arbor smiled, “do you have news of Master?”
“Master, huh?” I chuckled, “I see Elena’s been busy. I’ve heard nothing of her, and I was hoping you could tell me about Yavara.”
“Your queen has taken my daughters to Castle Thorum,” Arbor said, “they have captured it.”
“Bullshit.”
“Have you ever known me to be a liar?” Arbor smiled, “Your queen is more powerful than any of her past selves; I’ve never seen energy like she has inside her.”
“Yavara has attacked The Highlands,” I muttered to myself, “King Dreus will not be pleased. This was reckless, but if we play our cards right, it could be the missing piece we needed to make Brock Froktora.”
“Your mind is full of strategy and metal, Zander,” Arbor said to me, “I miss the peaceful wizard who used to stroll beneath my canopy.”
“And your mind is full of lust and skin, Arbor,” I replied, “and the nectar of your tree runs white with Elena’s seed. How long until all of your daughters are corrupted with you?”
“Not corrupted, but awakened, Zander,” Arbor replied, “they will protest at first, but one by one, they will succumb to the desires I have denied them.”
“You want them to turn into succubi?”
“I want my daughters to feel how I feel,” Arbor said, “I want them to enjoy the pleasure of a man. I want to walk through fields of twisting bodies crying out their passion and lay amongst the warmth of their lust. I want them to build shrines to Master. I want to present Master with my virgin daughters and watch as they are taken.”
“Arbor,” I said, shaking my head, “as pretty of a picture as that is, the succubi are parasites. They are beasts who prey upon the weakness of men. I cannot allow you to create more.”
“You cannot allow me to do anything, Zander.” Arbor smiled, “I do things as I see fit.”
I sighed and got to my feet.
“We’re going to the astral plane,” I said, “there’s no reasoning with you here.”
I touched a finger to Arbor’s temple and the world fell beneath me. I stood in the blackness of the void and waited. A purple light appeared on one horizon, while a green light appeared on the other. The purple light yielded the outline of a voluptuous succubus. Her horns were raised and pointed demonically, and her tail wagged behind her body as her hips rose and fell seductively. Her skin was tan and her hair wavy and black. She licked her lips as she approached me, sliding her hands along the curves of her body and strutting with confidence. The green light outlined the figure of a nymph. The nymph was pale and blonde, her horns curved backward like goat’s, her body filled out as a woman’s but lacking the vulgar curviness of the succubus. Her face bore a stoic and dignified expression, contrasting starkly with the hungry desire of her slutty counterpart.
“Zander,” the succubus hissed, “why have you brought me here?”
“To help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” the succubus laughed, “but I’ll take your cock, if you’re offering it.”
“Why don’t you speak?” I asked the nymph.
“I won’t allow her to,” the succubus said, “I am the only voice the matters now.”
“Arbor,” I said, “we’re not leaving here until I fix you.”
“Then we can spend an eternity here,” Arbor’s seductive side said, walking closer to me, “and indulge in endless pleasure.”
“I won’t touch you,” I said, “we will sit and wait.”
I sat with my legs crossed on the ethereal plane. The succubus reached out for me, but her hand was stopped by my arcane shield. She gave me a curious look and started to circle me as through she were a predator looking for weakness in her prey.
“What is your heart’s desire, Zander?” she whispered as she stalked me, “What have you always wanted to do to a woman, but never could?”
“I’ve done things you couldn’t imagine,” I smiled at the beast, “you’re a novice, Arbor. You may be ten thousand years old, but you only just lost your virginity.”
“But I’m open to try so many new things,” she smiled, “I’ve watched the beasts of the forest mate with one another in a million different ways, and I want to try everything. You could be the man that gives me so many first pleasures. Don’t you want that?” Arbor asked as she bent over and spread herself, looking back at me over her shoulder, “don’t you want to guide me through the perversion of your lust? To mold my sexuality to your liking? I could be your little whore, Zander, I could be your slave.”
“You’re already Elena’s slave,” I chuckled, “you serve no other master.”
“I could serve you too,” she whispered with need, getting on her knees, “I could worship you like you want to be worshipped, like you deserved to be worshipped. I will stay on my knees and grovel at your feet, opening myself to you when you desire me, letting you do whatever you want to me.”
“Sorry Arbor,” I smiled as she began to grow desperate, “but I don’t need you.”
“But I need you, Zander,” she pleaded, “I need the hardness of a man.”
“Let the nymph speak,” I said to her, “I will not yield to you.”
“Why would you want to talk to her?” the succubus groaned, “She’s so boring.”
“We can stay here forever, Arbor,” I smiled, “it’s up to you.”
“Fine.” She growled, and motioned her head to the nymph.
The nymph walked to me stood next to the succubus.
“Your queen has led many of my daughters to their deaths, Zander,” Arbor the nymph said, “and they followed her into battle because she promised to fix me.”
“And that’s what I’m here to do.” I replied.
“I don’t want you to fix me,” the nymph said, “I need you to help me fix myself.”
“I’m not sure I follow.” I responded.
“The corruption is the result of a fault in my design,” the nymph said, “it occurs because I have denied my daughters the joy of sex. I figured out a way to stop the corruption, but I need your help.”
“Anything you want.” I replied.
“I need to mate with you.” The nymph said. The succubus grinned at me and began swaying her hips.
“Yeah…” I said, “that’s not gonna happen. The whole reason we’re here right now is because you tried to stop the corruption by having sex; that’s obviously not the solution.”
“This is the only solution,” the nymph replied, “I need to birth male nymphs to accompany the females. It is the seed of other races that corrupts my daughters, and they seek it out because they have no other options. If I give them men of their own race, with seed that will not corrupt them, then they will not stray from the herd to fulfill their carnal desires.”
“And you need me to fuck you…why?”
“I cannot make males,” the nymph replied, “and Elena’s seed does not bear fruit; she lacks the parts. You are a fertile man, Zander, you can impregnate me.”
“I still need you out of Elena’s slavery,” I said, “we need to rid you of this beast.”
“I cannot cast aside this part of me,” the nymph said as she stroked the succubus’ hair, “she is a permanent part of my soul now. I love the feelings she brings me; the passion and the desires I have ignored for too long.”
“Arbor,” I said, “you’re a slave, and this is the piece of your soul in chains.”
“We are all subservient to our earthly tethers,” the nymph said, “it is only the extent of our subservience that defines us. I will lessen her power over me, so that I am not consumed by it, but I cannot destroy her; she brings me too much joy.”
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“OK Arbor,” I said, lowering my arcane shield, “let’s make some babies.”
“Finally!” the succubus groaned.
“You,” the nymph said to the succubi, “you must guide me through the methods of lust; this is a part of us I’m not well versed in it.”
“I’ll teach you,” the succubus giggled as she pressed her body against the nymph’s, “first thing we need to do is get comfortable with one another.”
“What do you mean?” the nymph asked as the succubus pressed their pelvises and breasts together, the lustful beast’s hand firmly gripping the nymph’s ass.
“Kiss me,” the succubus whispered, “and touch me on the inside.”
The succubus lowered her mouth to the apprehensive nymph. The nymph’s eyes stayed open when they first kissed, before she began to follow the instructions of the succubus’ lips, and her eyes closed in bliss. The succubus took a hand from the nymph’s ass and slid it between their pelvises. The nymph pressed her body closer as the succubus worked her fingers inside her. The nymph followed suit, pushing her hand between them and touching the succubus’ insides in kind. The stayed there, moaning softly into each other’s mouths and sensually curving their fingers to greater depths. The succubus peaked out of the corner of her eye and made sure I was ready for them. She pulled out of the kiss, a string of saliva bridging the two Arbors’ mouths. The nymph kept her eyes closed and her lips open, not wanting to break from the embrace, but the succubus guided her to me anyway.
“The second thing we need to do,” the succubus instructed the nymph, “is to show how much we appreciate Zander’s help.”
“How do we do that?” the nymph asked innocently.
“By sucking his cock,” the succubus giggled, “we’ve never done it before, but I think we’ll like it.”
The succubus guided the nymph to her knees before she took my cock in her hands. The succubus slowly stroked me, and then brought her luscious lips down. She was a natural, taking me in like she’d done it for years. Her greedy mouth lowered down my shaft, her tongue perfectly working the underside. She moved past the resistance of her throat with ease, and constricted her esophagus beautifully around me. Her lips touched my pelvis, and she looked up and gave me a wink. I smiled down and ran a hand threw her black hair, savoring the feeling of her lips wrapped tightly around my base. She kept going up and down, twisting her lips and moaning her arousal around me. The nymph watched in rapt attention, studying the perversion ardently so that she could do the same. The succubus finally had her fill of me, and pulled out.
“Your turn.” The succubus gasped.
“I don’t think I can do it as well as you.” The nymph smiled sheepishly, pushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
“You’ll do fine,” the succubus encouraged, guiding her head to my cock, “we’re the same person; anything I can do, you can do.”
The nymph’s lips trembled slightly as she brought them to my tip. She kissed my head, looking up at me to gage my reaction. The succubus placed her thumb on the nymph’s chin and guided her mouth to open. The nymph stared up at me closed her full lips around my cock. The succubus gently pushed her head forward until the nymph was half way down my shaft. She choked and stopped, and the succubus let her stay there and get used to the depth before guiding her down further. The nymph gagged several times through her descent, but she finally managed to reach my base, tears of strain welling in her eyes. I placed a loving hand on her head and slowly trained her for my length. She moved up and down, her resistances loosening as she learned to relax. The succubus was satisfied that her pupil could work all on her own, and she moved seductively behind me and spread my cheeks.
I felt a wet, warm tongue pushed into my ass. I reached back and pressed the whore further into me as I gently guided her noble counterpart to suck deeper. I let out a groan as I was pleasantly stimulated from both ends. The two halves of Arbor reached between me and began to feel my balls, gripping them softly in each hand and gently massaging them. I heard the succubus muffle a giggle as her tongue found new places to go. The nymph finally got her skills down, and enthusiastically took me in, looking up at me with a new-found lust.
“I think he’s ready,” the succubus laughed from beneath me, “how about you, dear?”
“I think so.” The nymph said after her mouth left me, strings of precum and saliva dripping from her mouth.
The succubus crawled out from behind me and laid on her back. She beckoned the nymph to climb on top of her. The nymph straddled the succubus, who gripped her pale cheeks and spread them to me, prompting a whimper to rise from the nymph’s frightened mouth.
“Don’t be scared, honey,” the succubus smiled, “remember how Elena made us feel?”
“She made us feel so good, didn’t she?” the nymph said, smiling as she regained her confidence.
“That’s right,” the succubus giggled, “and now Zander’s going to make us feel good too.”
I knelt and positioned myself at the oozing entrance of the succubus, but her hand stopped me.
“Zander,” she smiled mischievously, “I seem to remember watching you do something very interesting in Brock’s hut the other night…can you grow another one?”
“I can.” I smiled, growing an identical cock right above the original.
“I want you to fuck me with both,” the succubus moaned, spreading her asshole to me, “and then I want you to give that pleasure to the nymph.”
“We’ve never done anything in the butt before,” the nymph said nervously, “won’t it hurt?”
“I’ll loosen you up with my hand,” the succubus smiled at the nymph, “so that it won’t hurt for you.”
“But you’re just going to take it all, first time?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I want it to hurt.” the succubus gasped with need.
I spit on my hand and lubricated my bottom member. I positioned my bottom cock against the succubus’ tight, virgin rim, and the top one at her frothing slit. I slowly pushed in, moaning at the feeling of her tight holes constricting around me. The succubus guided the nymph to nurse from her as a low growl slipped from her lips. I pushed in about a quarter of the way, and then gritted my teeth and thrust forward with all my strength.
The succubus reacted violently to the suddenness of it all. Her back wrenched in a vicious arch that sent the nymph flopping into the air. Her arms flashed outward and spread parallel to shoulders. Her head pushed against the ground and her chin tilted up to yield a scream of pain and pleasure.
“You said you wanted it to hurt,” I teased, “isn’t this exactly what you asked for?”
“HARDER!” she screamed, her legs quivering in delight. She loved the brutality.
The nymph watched in fascinated arousal as I plowed relentlessly into her slutty alter-ego. Both women shook and jiggled with the power of my thrusts. The succubus grabbed the nymph’s head and forced her to resume sucking her tit. The nymph’s eyes flashed open in surprise at the sudden change in the succubus’ demeanor, but she gradually accepted her place as the submissive and compliantly sucked from her mistress’s tit.
I pushed the succubus’ legs spread in a “V” shape and fucked her holes with wild abandon. She gripped me like a vice, her body begging me to stretch her wide. Her voice screamed out with each drive into her, as though the depth of her penetration dictated the tenor of her cries. She held the nymph firmly against her breast as her other hand slid down the nymph’s back. The nymph let out a muffled scream as the succubus drove a finger into her virgin ass. The succubus didn’t stop there, pushing three more fingers in and then gripping the side and stretching. I saw a spasm shoot up the nymph’s back, forcing her to quiver in pleasure. She roughly sucked on her mistress’s tit, enthusiastically participating in the brutality of our sex.
“She’s ready,” the succubus gasped, taking her hands and spreading the nymph, “fuck her!”
I pulled out of the succubus and positioned my cocks behind the nymph. I would be gentle with her, until she asked me otherwise. The succubus guided the nymph away from her breast and turned her head back.
“You’re going to want to see this,” the succubus cooed to the girl, “watch as Zander defiles you.”
The nymph gave me an apprehensive look, but her eyes told me she wanted it. I pushed slowly, the cock going into her ass fully lubricated with her alter-ego’s pussy juices. The nymph’s shoulder blades stuck from her back and her torso fell. She watched, her face slowly fixing in concentration, her mouth opening slightly and her brow furrowing. I broke the resistance of her rim, prompting a pained gasp from the nymph. I guided myself deeper, filling her ass and pussy with a gradual motion. She relaxed her body as she grew accustomed to my length and girth. Her concentrating expression broke to one of surrender; her eyes opening wide and her mouth quivering and moaning. She reached back with her hand and guided me in by herself, wanting to take my full length into both of her holes. A shudder ran through her as my pelvis met her full, pale ass cheeks. Her head fell between her shoulders and she gasped, her back heaving with heavy breaths. The nymph stayed like that for a moment, breathing deeply as though she were recovering from the shock my penetration. She lifted her head up and looked over her shoulder, her face full of twisted pleasure.
“Harder.” She whispered. I complied.
The nymph screamed and cried out as I pumped into her with increasing force. The succubus slid her body out from underneath the nymph and guided the blonde girl’s head down. She gave me an evil smile as her nymph submissively licked her.
“Hit her.” She commanded. I complied.
I slapped the nymph’s ass over and over again, her back wrenching and arcing with each hit, her pussy gushing its delight. Arbor’s sexuality was revealed to me by the actions of her two halves. The succubus enjoyed the role of the domineering woman, the kind that openly asked for abuse and reveled in dishing it out. The nymph took the role of the innocent, inexperienced, apprehensive good-girl, the type who acted like she desired vanilla sex in romantic candle light, but what she really wanted was to be a submissive slut. So, I gave that submissive slut what she wanted, and railed into her just like I did with the succubus.
I heard the pathetic whimpers and cries flow from the nymph’s mouth and into her mistress’ cunt. The succubus pet her bitch’s head, whispering insults into her ear. The nymph submissively agreed with everything the succubus said: she was a whore, she was a slut, she was a slave to my cock, she loved getting her ass and pussy filled like the bitch she was. I slapped the poor girl’s pale ass and until it was flush with my handprints. The succubus tilted her head back and began to vocalize her orgasm. The nymph didn’t have to say anything, as I could tell by the way she was clenching around me that she was close. I reached forward and pulled the succubus under the nymph by her ankles, and then pulled out of the nymph. I barely pushed my cocks into their pussies in time, and with a roar I unloaded both barrels. The two Arbors cried out and trashed in ecstasy as I heaved my final thrusts. They contorted around me, sharing each other’s mouths and pressing violently against each other’s bodies. I felt the last bit of me drain into them and then collapsed on top of the nymph in exhaustion.
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“There,” I said through heavy breaths, “if that doesn’t get you two pregnant, nothing will.”
The nymph caressed the succubus’ cheek lovingly, gazing down into her eyes.
“It’s time for you to give me back control,” she smiled down, “you’ll always have a voice in my soul, but we need a rational mind to guide us.”
“Can we just split it fifty-fifty?” the succubus asked, “you will guide us with your mind, and I will guide us with our heart.”
“That sounds fair.” the nymph giggled, before lowering her face to the succubus.
The two women embraced in a passionate kiss. I stepped back from the self-indulgence of Arbor and left the astral plane.
YAVARA
I stood over Adarian as he deciphered the messages. There were five ranger companies composed of sixty men each in The Great Forest. I knew where they were last, and I knew where’d they’d be. I had put another dose of extract into the kitsune, and she was begging on the bed for me to fill her. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, and it was for her own good. Brock would take her as his prize, and she needed to be ready and wanting anything he desired.
“Why don’t you just kill me?” Adarian said as he finished the last cipher.
“Your girlfriend is heroically sacrificing herself so that you can live,” I responded, “you owe her your life, so you will keep living.”
“You’re going to make me watch…” Adarian growled, “you’re going to make me watch him take her.”
“I am,” I laughed, “and I’m going to fuck you while you do.”
“You’re going to rape me!” he said angrily.
“Oh?” I laughed, leaning forward so that he could look down the cleavage in my armor, “I’ve been told I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. Don’t you want me?”
“You disgust me.”
“Well you should get used to me, Adarian,” I smiled, stroking his hair, “because when you come inside me, you’ll turn dark just like Elena.”
“There’s not enough succubus extract in the world to get me up for you.”
“We won’t be using that,” I laughed, “somehow, I doubt you’ll need it. I saw you getting hard watching me rape your girlfriend. If that gets you off, then I should have no problem.”
Adarian looked away from me, his face contorted in rage and hatred. April pleaded her need on the bed, begging me to defile her. I grabbed Adarian’s head and twisted his neck until her was looking at his beloved.
“Look at her,” I whispered, “look how she wants me. Did she ever sound like that for you? Did she ever beg like a whore for you, Adarian?”
“If you don’t kill me,” Adarian said, tears running down his cheeks, “I will kill you. I will wait for as long as it takes, and one day, you will be off your guard, and I will stick a knife in your throat.”
“You’re a patient man, Adarian,” I smiled, “but I am more so. I too, will wait for as long as it takes, and one day, you will bend the knee to me and call me queen; or you will rot alone.”
ELENA
“Holy shit, she’s intense.” Leveria said through a mouthful of popcorn.
“I’ve never seen her like this,” I said as Leveria brought a handful of popcorn to my mouth, “it’s like she’s a like a different person.”
“She’s got the intimidating-evil-bitch act down,” Leveria said, “just a few days ago I gave her the same treatment after she captured that pirate ship. She learns fast.”
“Show me your intimidating-evil-bitch act.” I said to Leveria.
“One second,” Leveria gulped her food, “let me get into character.”
Leveria straightened her mess of blonde hair and sat up straight. Her eyes stayed passive, but her mouth curled into an evil smile.
“Elena,” she said softly, “how are you?”
“That’s it?” I laughed.
“Oh?” Leveria smiled, “Did I disappoint you?”
“I’m more than a little disappointed.”
“It’s funny you should say that,” Leveria’s smile grew wider, “because that was the same thing your mother said when we told her you’d been captured. ‘Disappointed,’ was the word she used. Disappointed that her only child betrayed her country and sold her body like a whore to our enemies. Disappointed that you would bare her no children due to your perversion. Disappointed that she wasted her youth raising a child that would not carry on her name. Disappointed that you were ever born at all, really.”
I stared in shock at Leveria, her words etching their way into my heart. Her evil guise fell and she smiled sweetly.
“How was that?” she asked, excitedly awaiting my assessment.
“Chilled me to the bone,” I said, “it got a little personal, didn’t it?”
“It has to be,” Leveria smiled, “otherwise their just words. Did I hurt your feelings?”
“You did.”
“Ohhh,” Leveria smiled as she climbed up my body and straddled me, “is there any way I can make it up to you?”
“I can think of a few things.” I grinned as my hands slipped down her waist. She leaned in for a kiss, and I accepted it. I didn’t know why I was attracted to her. I mean, I understood why I was physically, but mentally, she should repulse me. But she didn’t, not anymore.
Yavara had revealed a side of herself that she had kept concealed from me, while Leveria left that side of herself out in the open for all to see. Despite her pathological lying nature, Leveria was in many ways the most honest person I’d met. She knew exactly who she was, and she wasn’t even the least bit ashamed of it. I could tell she was lonely, that she never had someone her own age to connect with. Her social skills were good, in a sharp, diplomatic way, but the subtle nuances of interpersonal connections weren’t developed. It was readily apparent to anyone who talked with her in a familiar manner, that she lacked experience in idle conversation. She’d sit and stare at you and wait for you to bring something up, and then she would fail at pretending to be interested in it. It was almost cute how inept she was at connecting with someone else, but with me, she didn’t seem like she needed to try. She let herself flow freely with me, unabashedly revealing characteristics about herself that most people would keep concealed. Yesterday I hated Leveria. Today, I was kissing her. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was fucked up, but I couldn’t help myself. I liked her. Maybe I felt even stronger than that.
ZANDER
Before Arbor had left Crystal’s body, she had asked me to come out to the pods. I sat and smoked with Elena’s six succubi, waiting for whatever it was Arbor wanted to show me. One of the pods began to pulse, and through its shell, a humanoid figure began to awaken. The pod burst open with a flood of fluid, and two female hands emerged.
The woman had pale skin with a strong purple hue. Light green veins branched along her body, the blood with in them glowing from beneath her flesh. Her hair was black with streaks of white, and from her mane protruded two sets of horns: a set of demonic succubi horns that curved upward from the front of her crown, and a small set of ram horns that curved backward just behind them. Her eyes were large and glowing purple, but contained emerald irises that burned with greater intensity. Her cheekbones were high, and her lips full. Her breasts were large and well-shaped, her torso was lean and toned with gently defined abs, her legs were thick and long, and her hips carried a full, luscious ass. Swaying behind her was a long, thin tail, and unfolding from her back was a set of black, feathered wings.
“I have chosen a physical form,” Arbor said, “so that I may partake in worldly matters without needing to use one of my children’s bodies.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said, “you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you, Zander,” Arbor replied with a smile, “the two halves of me worked hard to design it.”
“I can see that,” I chuckled, “a true representation of your duality.”
“Commonality,” Arbor replied, “my two sides do not work against one another, they act congruently from a single perspective.”
“Shall we go?”
“Not yet,” Arbor said, looking back at the pods, “I cannot go to my daughters without bringing my sons.”
“They’re my sons as well.” I smiled.
“I suppose they are,” Arbor said, “though don’t be surprised when none of them bare your likeness.”
“Hit me up anytime you need to make more.”
“We don’t need a reason.” Arbor smiled over her shoulder.
Hundreds of pods began to shake, their translucent shells revealing the bodies within them. One by one, the male nymphs emerged, their bodies varying in color and features, but every single one of them strong and tall.
“I made this hatch to be muscular and quick,” Arbor said to me as she greeted her sons, “they will be warriors for the war to come.”
“The nymphs usually don’t fight in open combat.”
“And yet,” Arbor said, turning to me, “we took a castle that stood for a thousand years. We are realizing our strength now, and we will not stand idly by while our home is threatened. We will join your queen.”
YAVARA
As dusk fell, I stared out at the darkening silhouette of The Great Forest from the top of the tower, and sighed. I had done terrible things today, and I was frightened by how easy it was for me to do them. I didn’t regret doing them, but I did regret how I felt when I did them. I felt good. I felt powerful. I felt like my sister. An eagle soared over the horizon, gracefully flying just above the tree tops. It grew nearer, and I began to question my eyes. Valkyries don’t fly this far from The Winged Mountains, but I made out the unmistakable form of a woman beneath the wings. The outline of the creature’s tail told me this was no Valkyrie. I stood up and prepared myself as the creature flew nearer. It was a woman unlike anything I’d ever seen, and in her arms, was Zander Fredeon.
“Hello, Yavara.” The winged beast said to me as she landed
“I don’t believe we’ve met.” I replied.
“We have,” she smiled, “I spoke to you from Crystal just yesterday.”
“Arbor?” I said in astonishment, “Where did you get this…body?”
“I made it,” she said, “after Zander helped me escape from Elena’s service. Where is Elena?”
“She was taken to Bentius.” I frowned before turning to Zander, my eye welling with tears, “Zander, I’m so sorry about Prestira, it’s all my fault-”
“It’s not,” Zander said as he embraced me, “there’s only one person to blame for that.”
“I could have-”
“No.” Zander said firmly, “Do not dwell on the things you could have done, think about the things you can do. The meeting of The Ten did not go well after you left.”
“What happened?”
“They rejected your allegiance because you wouldn’t attack The Highlands, and because they thought Brock was too weak to be Froktora.”
“Brock wasn’t supposed to mention that yet,” I frowned, “he is still too weak.”
“Maybe not,” Zander said, “If all goes right, Brock will take the tribes of The Maples tonight.”
“And I suppose The Ten can’t bitch about me not attacking The Highlands anymore,” I laughed, “I made such a mess.”
“Right now,” Zander said, “we need to bolster Brock’s candidacy for Froktora. His increased numbers will help, but now you’ve given us something The Ten could never deny.”
BROCK
The canyon looked like it was on fire, there were so many torches. The eighteen clans of The Maples descended upon me as one. I stood on my rock, my chest puffed out and my legs spread in a power-stance. They weren’t here for diplomacy, the shining metal of their swords proved that much. They stopped where the heads of their chieftains were impaled on spikes. Now was the only chance I would get.
“Tribes of The Maples,” I roared, “your chieftains have failed to answer the call of The Dark Queen Yavara. I am Brock Terdini, and as Secretary of War for Queen Yavara Alkandi, it is my duty to ensure that all clans fulfill their duties. Your chieftains did not fulfill their duties, and so they died like the cowards they were.”
The crowd roared angrily and began to surge forward. Five hundred flaming arrows landed in front of the horde, stopping them in their tracks.
“The centaurs of the Spearheads have answered the call!” I roared, “The vampires of Ardeni have answered the call! The nymphs of The Spruces have answered the call! And yet the orcs, the backbone of the Great Forest, have all abandoned their queen save for one: me. I will lead The Dark Queen’s armies to glory and victory, and the people whose symbols are branded on my body will share in the wealth of that victory. Join me, burn your marks into my flesh, and bask in the wealth of Alkandra!”
“I will bask in your guts and blood!” yelled a voice from the crowd.
“A challenger!” I smiled, “Come forward, bold orc, and face your end.”
A young orc stepped forward and threw his weapons the ground.
“What is your name, fool?” I asked as I jumped from my rock.
“Rutrok Jedolki,” the orc growled as he stepped forward, “you killed my father in the night like a coward. I will feast upon your entrails, Brock Terdini.”
I pivoted in a defensive stance and let the hot-blooded male rush me. He charged wildly, his form chaotic and unrefined. He leaped into the air with his fists raised over his head and came crashing down on me. I stepped to the side and grabbed his flailing arm, snapping it with my elbow before whipping his body off the ground and into the rocks. He staggered upright and bull-rushed me again. I stopped his charge mid-strike with a hit to the gut. He collapsed to his knees, and I took one hand and tore his head clean off his shoulders. I tossed the decapitated head into the crowd and raised my hands for more challengers. None came.
“Bring your blacksmiths forward,” I roared, “burn the iron hot and melt your glory into my skin. Tomorrow, we march for Alkandra!”
The crowd roared their approval of my strength. They cheered me now, but I knew there were orcs among them plotting my downfall. I took the heat of their irons, occupying both forearms and calves with the symbols of the twenty tribes I now ruled. I had enough men to contend with The Ten, but barely.
“Brock,” Jefrok said as the last symbol was burned into my calf, “you have an eagle from Zander.”
I looked up to see a glowing blue eagle-projection descending to me. I pulled the message from its talons and the bird vanished in a puff of blue smoke.
“What news does the wizard bring?” Jefrok asked.
I read the letter, a smile creeping across my face and growing broader with every word.
“Yavara has captured Ranger Adarian!” I said excitedly.
“God is good!” Jefrok exclaimed, “You will have your vengeance. Did she get Elena?”
“No,” I said, “Adarian made it back to Castle Thorum with Elena in tow, sounds like she’s in Bentius now.”
“So Yavara got him out on patrol?”
“No,” I chuckled, “She had to take him on Highland ground.”
“That was risky for her,” Jefrok frowned, “her deal with Ardeni hinges on her staying out of The Highlands.”
“I don’t think she cares about that anymore.” I laughed.
“Why’s that?” Jefrok asked.
“Because brother,” I said, smiling and putting a hand on his shoulder, “Yavara and a pack of nymphs just took Castle Thorum.”
“Impossible,” Jefrok said shaking his head, “tens of thousands couldn’t scale those walls.”
“Well Yavara didn’t attack the walls,” I laughed, “she crashed through the fucking tower like a diving eagle and tore the bitch up from the inside! Tell our new captains we’re not going to Castle Alkandra, we’re marching to Castle Thorum.”
“Why?”
“Because, old friend,” I laughed, “Queen Yavara has named me lord of Castle Thorum. With my new clans, and the greatest fortress west of The Lowlands, my candidacy for Froktora will be undeniable!”
PLOT POINTS
The vampires kill the eighteen chieftains of The Maples, and Brock secures the allegiance of the centaurs.
Leveria names Elena her ambassador from Alkandra.
Leveria and Elena watch as Yavara tortures Ranger Adarian and rapes April. Elena begins to question her feelings for both Yavara and Leveria.
Zander helps Arbor regain control of herself by fucking her in the astral plane. Arbor is presented in the astral plane as two characters, a succubus and a nymph, we eventually agree to work together.
Zander impregnates Arbor, who gives birth to the first nymph males. Arbor believe that the solution to solving the corruption is to provide her daughters with men, so that they will not be tempted to seek out males of different species.
Zander and Arbor meet Yavara at Castle Thorum. Zander tells Yavara the meeting of The Ten failed, but Brock could still succeed if he gets the eighteen clans of The Maples and is named lord of Castle Thorum.
Elena kisses Leveria in a romantic way.
Brock gets the tribes of The Maples on his side and marches for Castle Thorum.
