Below the break you’ll find the first entry to the fourth part of the “Fall of Almerry Keep” series.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is a normal sized entry at just over 6,000 words. It has a lot of set up for the story, with only a small sex scene (that includes heavy non-con/sleep assault).

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Introduction

The realm of Alaria is changing.

Ages ago the gods fought a battle that nearly destroyed Alaria. The losers of that war were the gods and goddesses who had given themselves over to a power known simply as The Corruption. Although not evil, the perverse power is antagonistic and tries to corrupt all its tendrils can touch, even the gods themselves.

The corrupted gods lost their war and the powers that stood against The Corruption were victorious. They believed they had removed all traces of The Corruption from the realm of Alaria. They were wrong.

As killing a god is not a simple thing most of the corrupted gods were banished or imprisoned in a way that the uncorrupted gods thought equivalent to death. In many cases they were right, but not enough to keep The Corruption from eventually seeping back into Alaria.

Now, so many ages after the initial war against The Corruption that most gods have no memory of it ever happening, a new war has begun. Some of the corrupted gods that survived have escaped their ancient prisons. They work to free others while moving to corrupt new gods. Everywhere across Alaria The Corruption spreads its power, yet most in Alaria remain blissfully unaware of its existence.

However, some ARE aware and work to stop the spread of The Corruption. Mortals and deities who see the threat The Corruption poses, or simply those who oppose its perverse influence, have begun to band together.

It is through the Sisterhood of Righteousness that these powers muster their largest strength. It is an all-female order dedicated to stopping the spread of The Corruption’s influence, although not all within its ranks understand this. Since the very knowledge of The Corruption’s existence can sicken the minds and souls of mortals and gods alike many within the order, and most without it, think it is only a group dedicated to fighting evil and sexual perversion and do not know its true purpose.

The Sisterhood of Righteousness has spread across Alaria, founding outposts everywhere their order reaches. Some are small halls in cities while others are imposing keeps, a place for the military might of the righteous to gather their forces. Wherever there is evil and perversion the Sisterhood will do its best to send its agents and it is often from these keeps that they ride out.

They wish to stop the spread of The Corruption and in standing opposed to the force they make themselves glowing targets for its powerful hunger. The Corruption knows that no matter how strong a group of Sisterhood members are they can be defiled and defeated. It is a game that The Corruption and its servants deeply enjoy.

Almerry Keep and the members of The Sisterhood of Righteousness that reside there have become The Corruption’s newest target. Their fate was a doomed one as soon as the power’s focus fell on them, they just don’t know it. One by one the Sisterhood members will be picked off, ruined, and made into secret servants of The Corruption. Or, if that is not possible, dealt with in a way that removes them from the chessboard that is the game The Corruption is playing with them.

The Corruption WILL be triumphant. Almerry Keep WILL fall as will each member of the Sisterhood of Righteousness that calls it home.

Fresh off the triumph of killing the Forest Witch and burning her enchanted woods, an army of the Sisterhood of Righteousness has arrived at the keep. It prepares to take on the growing threat of the Great Corrupted Forest as well as the menacing Gardener. They think they prepare to march to victory but one among them, Dunla Dhuarcain who was the only member of the Sisterhood to return from the witch’s forest, knows they march only to their doom…

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A book-length prelude to this story can be found in “Elven Ranger’s Doom” where the main threat to Almerry Keep is introduced.

The introduction of the “girl squad” and the story of the Forest Witch’s seduction of Amoera, the fate of two members of the girl squad, and the following events leading to this point in the story can be found in “Amoera’s Corruption”.

Next Dunla Dhuarcain led the “girl squad” in a doomed mission to save Amoera in “The Quest to Kill The Forest Witch”.

The Great Corrupted Forest

“Dunla Dhuarcain, you ruin things.” The words ran through Dunla’s mind day and night. She dreamed about the words. She thought she heard them whispered to her constantly when she was awake.

The only time the words didn’t haunt her was when she had the Mirror Sword in her hands. She told herself that was why she always kept it as close as she could. When not hung from her belt she would keep it within arm’s reach or resting in her lap. Whenever possible, especially when the magical sword was in her lap, she kept a hand resting on the handle.

It wasn’t just that it brought her a sense of peace, it was how the others in Almerry Keep reacted to the sight of it. Nearly all of them were in awe of her and her Mirror Sword. She was the naive girl, daughter of a great line of warriors who had always been a bit of a disappointment as she trained. A tall freckle-covered girl with long orange-red hair and pretty looks who had been being trained to lead yet always seemed not to have quite earned the faith her trainers put in her.

Then one of the girls training with her to become a warrior of the Sisterhood of Righteousness, a Blood Elve named Amoera, disappeared. Not long after her disappearance two more of the young Sisterhood members training in the keep had disappeared as well.

After their disappearance Dunla had led four of her other young friends into the enchanted forest where the powerful being known as the Forest Witch lived. They’d gone to kill the witch and save Amoera. But Amoera hadn’t needed or wanted saving. And now she was gone and so were all of Dunla’s friends.

Dunla had been the only one that had returned from the forest. She’d completed half her quest: she’d killed the Forest Witch. But it had come at a cost. All her friends had been lost and she’d been changed. The witch had forced her to discover and admit things about herself, about her lust for women and how greedy her sexual needs were now that she’d accepted them.

She’d also learned that everyone at the keep was doomed. The Corruption is coming for us all, she thought darkly as she prepared to join the other senior staff at the keep’s morning war council. I’ve told them nearly everything I learned about what is coming for us and they just won’t listen. It’s not that they don’t believe me, they just think they are strong enough to take on The Corruption and its servants.

She looked at herself in the mirror, straightening her new clothes and pulling the low-cut neckline of her shirt down a little more. She liked how much of her freckled chest the outfit showed off. It made her feel much more grown-up than the clothing she’d had to wear as a Sisterhood soldier in training.

Dunla was tempted to grab her small breasts and try to push them up, but she’d already seen there was no point. They were too small for that. Even with a tight corset pushing them up she’d have little cleavage to display. Still, she enjoyed seeing so much of her skin on display. It made her feel confident and sexy. More importantly, it allowed her to notice how many of the other women in the keep looked at her exposed upper chest.

They look at me like a woman now, she thought happily. Not a girl in training. An equal and for those of them who like women the way I do they look at me with lust in their eyes. Maybe that lust wouldn’t be there if they didn’t think I was powerful and important now, but what does it matter? I’ll never tire of being looked at that way.

She had no idea how long any of them had left. The doom coming for them all could arrive in days or years. Regardless of how much time they had left Dunla planned on making the most of it. In the keep she was surrounded by beautiful women, nearly all of them highly trained warriors in some way. All of them felt the stress of the times they were living through, all needing some release. She planned on helping as many as she could find a bit of that release.

The Sisterhood doesn’t frown on woman on woman love the way they disapprove of sexual passion involving men. I don’t even have to be sneaky about my intentions, although I can’t flaunt them too openly. And these new women who have arrived with the army are even MORE open about their sexuality than those who were already stationed at the keep. It would be an exciting time if there wasn’t such a cloud of doom hanging over us all.

After a final straightening of the orange-red hair that hung down her back Dunla decided she couldn’t put off leaving to attend the war council any longer. She grabbed the Mirror Sword and hung it from the scabbard on her belt then opened her door.

“Good morning, Dunla.”

Dunla screamed, jumping back and moving to draw her sword.

The woman who had been standing on the other side of her door waiting for her threw her arms up and laughed. “I’m so sorry for startling you, dear girl!”

“Commander Eldenbrow,” Dunla sighed, sliding the Mirror Sword back into the scabbard. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect… How long were you waiting there?”

“Not long,” the beautiful, curvaceous Elven woman replied. “I wanted to have a private word with you before we start the meeting today. Would you mind walking and talking with me?”

“Of course not,” Dunla told the woman as she closed the door to her bedroom. Taller than the Elven woman, Dunla chose to stand a bit further away from her than she normally would so it would feel less like she was looming over her commander. “What did you need to speak to me about?”

As a Silver Elve Amaleen Eldenbrow had some of the purest Elven blood of any race in Alaria and along with that came natural power most couldn’t fully understand. Even the weakest of the thick-bodied, silver-haired Elven women could wield magic and powerful artifacts with the ease a child used when swinging a stick. Things others could spend their whole lives mastering came naturally to them.

But with that great power came the expectation of taking on great responsibility. Every Silver Elve in the Sisterhood of Righteousness served an important and prestigious role. Amaleen was no different. She was incredibly young for one of her race, considered to be barely of age by their standards, but she had already been given the command of an entire keep.

That position was now in question. As more of the young women in training had disappeared she’d called for help. Her mother had responded, marching an army of the Sisterhood to her aid. Along with the army the woman had brought the twins, the Sisterhood’s greatest ice and fire Battlemages.

They’d been responsible for the destruction of the Forest Witch’s enchanted woods and were now stationed at the keep, preparing to assault the Great Corrupted Forest. Although Amaleen was still nominally in charge of Almerry Keep her mother and the twins had supplanted nearly all her authority.

“This meeting this morning is going to be rough,” she told Dunla. “My mother and the twins are ready to push to begin the assault on the Great Corrupted Forest. I have a feeling when I push back against this plan they will settle on a smaller advance force to scout it out, but…”

Dunla grimaced, understanding what she was saying. She knew they would push for Dunla to join whatever force was sent out, even if it was just a scouting party. She heard the voice of the Forest Witch in her mind, the warning she’d given just before she’d allowed Dunla to kill her. “And Remember, Dunla Dhuarcain, if you want me to be able to save you in the end you must remain at the keep.”

“They will want me to come with them, won’t they Commander Eldenbrow?”

“Yes,” the Silver Elve said. “But please, call me Amaleen now. You’re not an initiate anymore.” She reached out and put a hand on the girl’s arm. “I’d like to think we’re equals now. Perhaps you’re even my superior, you’ve at least accomplished something.”

Dunla bit her lip and side-eyed the woman. She thrilled at the feel of her hand on her arm. She’s so fucking beautiful, Dunla thought. Elven perfection in every way along with a deliciously thick body. And those tits! So big they almost seem they shouldn’t exist. Gods the things I’d like to do to her…

Stop it! Stop thinking with your cunt and listen to the woman. She’s upset. She’s jealous, too. Her mother has barely had a kind word to say to her while she’s doted on me endlessly. How she’s managed to remain so kind to me I’ll never understand.

“Killing the Forest Witch wasn’t the great heroic deed everyone thinks it was,” Dunla said sourly. “Your mother makes it something it isn’t. I’m sorry that she… I don’t know. I’m just sorry. My mother expected great things from me, too. I understand that pressure and what it feels like to be a disappointment.”

They were passing a dark corridor that led to an unused room. On impulse, Dunla grabbed Amaleen’s hand and pulled her into the corridor out of sight of anyone that might pass by. “I know what it’s like to feel alone,” she told the Elve, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her into the wall. “And I know what it’s like to not want to admit certain feelings you have for others.” She held her to the wall, staring into her eyes and searching for evidence she was right.

Of course I am. The woman has been finding reasons to be alone with me for weeks now. She touches me every chance she can. She confides in me. She wants me. I can see it, but can she?

Amaleen’s chest heaved as she breathed heavily in panic, staring into Dunla’s intense green eyes. “This isn’t why I needed to talk to you this morning,” she said in breathy tones.

“But this IS something you’d like to ‘talk’ to me about, isn’t it Amaleen?” Dunla knew what she was doing had a bit of madness in it. She had her commander pinned to a wall and was aggressively making a pass at her. It was reckless but she didn’t care, she was growing desperate for sexual release with another and thinking about anything else grew harder by the day.

“Yes,” the woman whispered, her pretty cheek flushing. “But not now.”

“When?” Dunla demanded, the reckless desire in her still in control. “I’m not letting go of you till you tell me when.”

“Ask me again after the council meeting,” Amaleen replied, averting her eyes before adding, “if you’re still here.”

Dunla let go of the woman’s shoulders, the confident aggressive woman she’d been melting away. “Right,” she said, stepping back. “That’s what you wanted to talk to me about.”

“My mother is not just going to want you to go with whoever they send out, she’s going to demand it.”

“And you know I won’t leave the keep.”

“Yes. And I don’t WANT you to leave the keep. I don’t know if I believe everything you told me about what happened to you in the witch’s forest, but I DO believe you are meant to be here. Riowondail believes so too.”

Riowondail was the keep’s resident seer, a strange small woman who was blind and saw through her “second sight” in a way that allowed her to function as though her eyes worked. She unsettled most in the keep, Dunla included, but had been oddly supportive of Dunla in their meetings no matter what position she took.

“You’re the commander here,” Dunla told Amaleen as they returned to the hall. “Tell her she can’t have me. Would she override your authority like that in front of everyone?”

“I don’t think she would,” Amaleen told her. “But I wanted to check with you first. She may not be as fond of you after you refuse her. I wanted to make sure you understood and wanted to be here.”

With you? Of course, Dunla thought. With you and those huge fucking tits of yours. With all the other sexy women manning the keep. Here safe behind the walls to enjoy life a bit longer before whatever is out there comes for us all.

“I want to be here,” Dunla said firmly. “I’ll follow your lead in the council and support whatever you have to say. I don’t think I deserve a place there but since I have it and most of them value my opinion I’ll use that influence.”

And you’ll remember I had your back, something I’ll be sure to remind you of the next time I have you backed against a wall…

* * *

A heavy green haze hung about the Temple of Corruption that sat at the center of the Great Corrupted Forest. Shaped out of living trees and greenery, the domed structure was where the Gardner now spent most of her time. Naked and covered in obscene red tribal tattoos while wearing only an assortment of obscene charms, necklaces, and bracelets, the imposing woman knelt in the center of the temple, head bowed.

“I need guidance,” she said. Above her red wisps of twinkling light floated in the domed ceiling. They all began to lower and swirl around her. “Show me what needs to happen next,” she implored the forces she served.

When she opened her eyes she saw some of the wisps had begun swarming in a circle before her. The area between them glowed and shimmered, becoming a viewing portal. This was how The Corruption communicated with her, showing her images of things that could be, things it wanted her to make reality.

She saw Almerry Keep and the army of the Sisterhood stationed there. The sight made her smile. “The glorious fools rid me of the vexing Faun and her worrying red-skinned pet. Now they will provide a test of what my stewardship over this forest has created.”

The image shifted. She saw a band of Sisterhood soldiers marching into her Great Corrupted Forest. She saw her perverse creations, the beasts and plant monsters she’d cultivated or outright birthed, taking the women down one by one. The image shifted again. She saw the Grumploc village full of the evil toad-like monsters with their beautiful menacing huge cocks. A group was arriving, dragging the Sisterhood troops she’d seen moments ago behind them. They were tossed at the feet of the King Grumploc who bellowed in joy at the arrival of new fuck-pets to use to breed his army.

“So the plans are unchanged?” she asked.

The image rippled and showed a vast, nearly empty black void. The face of a red-skinned, horned masculine god appeared, grinning evilly.

“Baedor,” the Gardner said, bowing in reverence to the God of Sexual Indulgence.

When she looked up the image had changed. It showed a young girl, perhaps no older than twenty. Tall and heavily freckled with long orange-red hair. She walked through the halls of Almerry Keep, a huge-titted Silver Elve beside her. Around them was an aura of energy the Gardner knew neither woman would be able to see, red and sparking angrily. It pressed in around the girl, unable to touch her but reaching out to touch others they passed while soaking into the Silver Elve.

“I don’t understand,” the Gardner said. “Is the girl another servant of The Corruption?”

The image shifted, showing twin Battlemages and another Silver Elve that looked nearly identical to the last she’d seen, only older and more confident. The image split, the twins in one part and the Silver Elve in the other. Both images were pulled out. The part with the twins showed the Great Corrupted Forest while the part with the Silver Elve showed the Almerry Keep.

“I understand. I will be responsible for taking care of the twins here in the forest.”

The image shifted again, showing the King Grumploc leading an army of his monsters to the keep. She saw quick flashes of a battle, of the monsters making their way into the keep and fucking the women hiding there for protection. She saw the two Silver Elves and women she assumed were the senior staff fleeing and baring themselves in a room. She saw them turn and scream when they saw that Baedor, God of Sexual Indulgence was waiting for them. He grinned as his massive godly cock swelled before the image disappeared.

She’d seen enough to know what was expected of her. What she hadn’t seen in the end was the freckled girl. Where is she supposed to be when the keep falls? And who is she, how does she play into all of this? The Gardner didn’t know but she intended to find out…

* * *

I hate these meetings, Dunla thought glumly as she listened to Amaleen and her mother bickering back and forth. These should be war meetings where everyone combines their efforts to best combat the danger coming for us all. But that woman will NOT listen to anyone else, she thought as she glared at Velaera Eldenbrow, Amaleen’s mother.

“Daughter, you must heed my advice,” the older Silver Elve said lazily, dismissing whatever Amaleen had just said.

“Why?” the younger Silver Elve demanded. “I’m Commander here, NOT you.”

“You should show more respect,” the fiery, red-haired woman sitting on one side of Velaera barked. “Velaera Elden brow has led more successful campaigns against The Corruption than any other member of the Sisterhood.”

“And she’s your mother,” the woman sitting on her other side added. She looked exactly like the red-haired woman, only her hair was blue.

Dunla glared at the Elven twins. Those might be the most powerful fire and ice mages in the Sisterhood but they are nasty fucking cunts. I hate that they are always at Velaera’s side where they seem to always be encouraging her worst behaviors.

“Her being my mother has nothing to do with it, Lastiara and Eilain,” Amaleen spoke tersely. “And I’d remind you that you two, although wonderfully skilled Battlemages, have even less authority here than my dear Mother.”

Dunla had had enough. She pulled the Mirror Sword off her lap and slammed it down onto the round table they all sat around. The room grew silent as all eyes turned to Dunla and the reflective blade of her magical sword. “This bickering only serves to help our foes. AND it wastes all our time. Why are we here today?”

She spoke with far more confidence than she felt, surprised so many of the women sitting around the table were so easily awed by anything she had to say, especially if she did it while reminding them of her sword. Only Velaera and the twins seemed unaffected by her outburst.

“We’re here because we must learn more about this Great Corrupted Forest,” Velaera declared, meeting Dunla’s glare with haughty dismissal. “A scouting party should be sent out and YOU, Dunla Dhuarcain, should lead it.”

“No,” Amaleen said firmly. “Her place is here in the keep helping us prepare our defenses. She’s endured enough and still needs time to recover.”

Velaera raised an eyebrow at Dunla. “Do YOU feel like you still need time to recover?”

“I believe in my commander,” the girl replied tersely. “If she says my place is here then that is where I belong.”

The older Silver Elve rolled her eyes. “Come on girl, you’ve slain a Forest Witch. You’re beyond her command now.”

“Then I will do as she wishes out of loyalty,” Dunla replied, holding her chin up in disdain. “And even if I didn’t I would remind you of what I learned before I killed the witch.”

The twins laughed. “We’re NOT doomed, girl,” the blue-haired one said. “This is the largest army the Sisterhood has ever raised. We razed the Forest Witch’s ‘sinister’ forest. We’ll raze this other evil forest too.”

“We just need information before we make our plan of attack,” Velaera explained.

“Then use YOUR army,” Amaleen declared. “I’ve already lost too many. Those under my command shall continue to make this keep a safer place. I called for your aid so YOU and your army could protect us. So protect us, Mother.”

Velaera looked around the table and saw all the women who had been at the keep before she arrived nodding in agreement. “Fine,” she said. “The keep is yours as is the garrison here. I still say you are wasting the Dhuarcain girl’s talents but so be it, I will not ask again for her to join in my army’s tasks.”

“It should be a small scouting party,” one of the twins suggested.

“Perhaps five or six? We have a few small groups that work well and are good at speed and stealth,” the other twin added.

Dunla tuned them out, pulling the Mirror Sword off the table and returning it to her lap. She looked down into it, staring at her reflection in its reflective blade. Sometimes it didn’t look right. Her skin would be too pale or her eyes would look to be colored red. Sometimes she’d swear her reflection was grinning evilly back at her. One time she even thought she saw multiple copies of herself reflected in the blade. But each time the illusion would be gone as soon as it came, always leaving her wondering if it had only been a trick of the light.

“Did you hear me?” someone asked firmly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Dunla started, looking around. The room was empty, only Amaleen left standing beside her. “Commander! I’m sorry, I got lost in my thoughts.”

“Call me Amaleen when we’re alone together,” the Silver Elve said, smiling warmly. She pulled an empty chair next to Dunla out of the way so she could lean against the table beside the girl. “Thank you for your support back there.”

“It was nothing,” Dunla replied, staring at the woman’s crotch. Feeling reckless she placed a hand on her thigh and began caressing it. Gods this woman’s body is nothing but dense thickness from head to toe! Even her thighs make me fucking wet. “How thankful are you feeling?”

The Silver Elve reached to touch her hand but pulled it away at the last moment. She hopped off the table, face flush. “I must go. I have other matters to attend to. I will see you… soon,” she added uncertainly.

Dunla watched her go, enjoying the sight of her large, wide ass as the woman walked away. She always wears such tight pants or leggings. I WILL have her out of those clothes before long one way or the other. If we’re all to meet some terrible dark fate I WILL fuck this thick-bodied, huge-titted Elven beauty!

* * *

Riowondail sighed, weary from the long day. There was always so much to do now, so many little tasks to take on. And I keep volunteering for more of them, the little woman thought as she began taking her clothes off.

Once naked she felt the need to cover her chest up as she went to her bed, feeling eyes on her naked body. She looked around the room with her blind eyes, using her second sight to “see”. It was late in the day and the visions she’d had the night before that she relied on to “see” with were almost used up. Her vision danced and blurred, multiple but similar possible futures blending together in her mind to create a visual interpretation of the world around her.

“There’s no one here,” she told herself. “You’d see them if they were.” Still, the feeling of being watched didn’t lessen. She went to her bed quickly and got under the covers.

Silly thinking someone would be in my room spying on me, the seer thought as she got comfortable. There is no one here that finds me attractive, who would wish to see my naked body?

She thought about what she looked like. Her body was the result of the Sisterhood directing generations of their best seers to “breed” with the best male seers they could find. Her oracular powers were some of the greatest the Sisterhood had ever known. The cost was her racial lineage. She had blood from more races than she could count and it had left her body odd and, in most people’s eyes, very disturbing to look upon.

The Fey, Dwarven, and Smidgen blood in her had left her small, with a body that was not only child-like but thin in a way that would leave no one questioning that she WASN’T a child. The blood of other races had mixed even more strongly in her facial features, making her look both too young and too old at the same time. When she’d dare ask others how old they thought she was most would often posit something like, “Nineteen or eighty?”

She pushed the thoughts aside. There were too many other things she needed to be thinking about, too many tasks to help with. Vanity was the last thing she needed on her mind, as was the misplaced notion someone would be peeping on her in her most intimate of moments.

Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched. It was only when she tried to sit up to look around that room again that she realized something was wrong. I can’t sit up. I can’t even turn my head. I’m paralyzed. Unable to move. Why? How?

An evil laugh, so deep and quiet she felt it more than she heard it, sounded from the far side of the room. It sent cold icing up her spine. Riowondail struggled to look, groaning in frustration that she was still unable to move. She tried again, this time not trying to physically look. She twisted what remained of her second sight, using those “eyes” to look in the direction of the evil laugh.

Her shifting, blurry vision of the room showed her she wasn’t alone. Something lurked in a shadow in the far corner of the room, something her visions of the possible futures had not revealed. She was only able to see its presence through the way it appeared as a blank space in her second sight.

She tried to call out but couldn’t move, couldn’t even speak. The thing came out of the shadow and began stalking towards her as it growled eagerly. It remained hidden from her vision, but she caught glimpses of its shadow. A male figure, something that shouldn’t be in the keep.

No, worse than that. The horns, it’s a demon! But how? The keep’s magical defenses should keep such evil abominations of The Corruption from entering.

“Stupid helpless woman,” the demon purred happily. “Those defenses have been weakened by a traitor, someone who will continue to weaken them further. She only needs instructions on what to do next.”

Who!? Who would betray us to our enemies? I must warn the others then help them find this traitor and fix what they’ve broken.

“Stupid, stupid, woman. You’re the traitor! You’ve been weakening the keep’s defenses!”

No! Lies, it can’t be.

The demon yanked the blankets off Riowondail, revealing her naked body. “No lies. You’ve been our puppet for weeks. Your peering into the future allowed The Corruption in. We’ve slowly twisted and corrupted you night after night. I take great pleasure in coming to visit you every evening.”

It climbed up onto the bed with her, forcing her limp legs open. “I enjoy tormenting you,” it said, dropping an offensively large, half-erect cock on her body. Its girthy length stretched up over her small womanhood nearly to her bellybutton. “I enjoy savoring the taste of your fear as I reveal the truth to you each night and then enjoy the feel of stretching your tight little cunt as I enter you,” he said, grabbing his cock and rubbing it on her womanhood as it grew hard.

“You can’t even whimper as I start to press myself into you. Helpless, only able to lay there like a limp fish as I have my way with your body. But you never remember the previous night, so I get to enjoy raping you for the first time EVERY night.”

Its member had gotten rock hard as it talked about raping her. As the word “night” left its mouth it pressed into her, its way eased by a steady flow of thick oozing precum that helped lubricate its entry.

Riowondail wanted to scream. She wanted to thrash and kick. She wanted to groan and whimper in pain as the demon’s far-too-large member filled her tiny cunt. But she couldn’t do any of those things. She could only lay there with her eyes closed and her body limp, unable even to cry as the demon violated her.

In her second sight she still couldn’t see it. What she did see was the tendrils of The Corruption flowing into her, the sparking red mist soaking into her body, mind, and soul. It made the feeling of sexual violation one that went beyond the physical, her soul was being raped as much as her body was.

It properly mounted her, grunting eagerly as it pumped its cock in and out of her small body. When it put its face near hers she feared it was going to kiss her, but it did something far worse. As it pumped her small body with its cock it whispered into her ear, pumping her mind full of commands she’d subconsciously act upon the next day.

When it grunted and came inside of her its demonic cum forced her to climax, the orgasm so unwanted it made her pass out. With it went the memories of what had just happened. She’d wake with no conscious memory of the nocturnal assault. But the commands remained and she’d act on them all, doing her part to weaken the keep’s defenses and ensure its fall.

* * *

“Thank you for coming up here,” Amaleen told Dunla. “I’m sure you had more important things to do rather than sit in my office and listen to me. That woman just irritated me to no end!”

Dunla sat patiently watching the Silver Elve pace back and forth As she watched her Dunla stroked the magical sword resting on her lap. “Comman— er, Amaleen, I don’t have any real duties. I had hoped that’s why you called me up here.”

Liar, she thought bitterly. You hoped she’d called you up here because she was ready to fuck you. Would have been what I’D have done. She watched her mother send out her little band of scouts then had another public argument. She is frustrated and annoyed. It would do her good to work out some of that tension with a little pleasure.

“Amaleen,” Dunla said, reaching out and grabbing the woman’s wrist the next time she paced by. “Calm down. Let me help you. You’re agitated. Stressed.” She took her sword off her lap and placed it on the Commander’s desk. She pushed her chair back, patted her empty lap, then firmly pulled the curvaceous Silver Elve onto it. “I can help,” she purred soothingly.

“That would be nice,” Amaleen cooed happily as Dunla wrapped her arms around her. She leaned back into the girl’s body, much of the tension in her body easing. “You’re just about the only relaxing thing here in the keep right now.”

Finally, Dunla thought. She’s not going to chicken out this time. The girl greedily ran her hands up the front of the woman’s body, shivering in delight when they reached her massive breasts. Unable to stop herself, she grabbed them and squeezed, amazed by just how large they felt. So fucking dense and firm! Gods, what a delight his woman’s indecent Elven body is.

It had been the wrong thing to do. Amaleen jerked away from the grope, hopping off Dunla’s lap and moving to the far side of the room. “No, not now. Not here.”

“When?” Dunla demanded, standing and instinctively grabbing her sword. She stalked towards the Silver Elve, standing at her full height with the sword gripped in one hand. “You WANT me. I want you. When do we stop playing and do this?” She’d backed her into the corner, leaving the powerful woman quivering in fear.

“Not now, Dunla,” Amaleen said meekly.

“Fine,” the girl said, deflating. “Then at least give me something to do,” she said, pulling back and putting the Mirror Sword in its scabbard.

“Go find Riowondail,” Amaleen said, turning her back to the girl. “See how work on the escape chamber is going and report back to me.”

“As you wish, Commander,” Dunla said with a bow. And when I come back I’m NOT taking no for an answer.

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