The Northern Outpost (Ongoing)

Part One


Duron Knot finished affixing the letter to the raven’s ankle before tossing the bird into the air. With a “caw” and a flurry of flapping wings the beast took flight, rising into the sky and heading south.

He stood on the lookout behind the top of the wooden palisade that hugged up against the inside of the giant fence that surrounded the Northern Outpost’s compound. As it was the northernmost of Vulfrellia’s outposts the Rangers stationed there had always just referred to is as the Northern Outpost, never bothering to give the small neglected base of operations a proper name.

The Vulfrellian Rangers manned outposts just like this all around the borders of the region, guarding against the monsters and bandits that inhabited the wilds beyond Vulfrellia. Most of the outposts were actually large keeps, stone castles that had stood for generations. The rangers that manned them earned glory and frequently went on to become members of the royal guard or prominent members of the Vulfrellian military. The Northern Outpost, however, was little more than a handful of simple wooden buildings that barely kept away the northern climate’s never ending cold.

The wooden palisade that surrounded it provided little more than a false sense of protection and the outpost always seemed undersupplied and forgotten about. And the Northern Outpost never seemed to have enough Rangers manning it. Since Duron Knot was stationed there he never had more than a handful of companions. Most Rangers that found themselves stationed at the outpost quickly lost their enthusiasm to serve and retired young. He’d become commander of the outpost simply by having been at it longer than any other ranger unlucky enough to draw that assignment.

The letter attached to the raven’s leg was headed to the Ranger’s headquarters in the capital. It was his third note in a month begging for new Rangers and more supplies. Counting himself they were down to just four warriors. One of them, the outpost’s alchemist Joran Whent, was currently ill and bedridden. And since none of the other rangers stationed at the outpost had any training as a healer he had remained that way for some time, his health growing slowly worse.

While Duron did his best to care for Joran, the other two rangers were out on patrol spending time stalking the nearby snow covered forest in search of any threat that might be approaching the kingdom. Various monsters and occasionally bandits wandered the woods and needed to be cleared out regularly. It was a job that four Rangers had a hard time staying on top of all on their own.

While he thought about how much he wished he was out with his compatriots instead of stuck back at the outpost, he watched the raven flying into the distance. The bird was trained to follow the road that ran south from the outpost, which eventually led to the capital of Vulfrellia. The Northern Outpost lay at the end of this road, at a cross section of another infrequently used road that ran from east to west along the northern border of the kingdom.

As Duron watched the raven disappear over the horizon he saw something below. There on the road, just at the edge of where he could see, was a figure. He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the distant figure more clearly. As it neared he could tell that it was a single person riding a horse that was pulling a cart of some kind behind it.

His heart began to race. Could this be the healer he had been begging for? And with a fresh load of supplies?

As the figure drew steadily nearer they became clearer. Behind the horse was, as he hoped, a cart that seemed to be packed high with supplies. The banner of the Vulfrellian Rangers fluttered from the sides of the cart, all but confirming this was in fact the supplies he had been begging for. But even as the figure drew closer the rider was no easier to make out. They were covered in a white cloak that seemed to hide all of their features, a large hood tucked over their face. But white was a good sign, clerics and healers tended to wear white.

When the figure was nearly at the gate of the outpost Duron scrambled down from the palisade’s walkway. He was aware that his brown hair was a wild tangled mess and that his short beard was scruffy and unkempt. For a moment he thought about trying to straighten his appearance to make a better first impression, but decided against it. If this was a new Ranger and not just someone sent to heal Joran before leaving he’d want to make sure they got a proper impression of how rough life would be up here.

He opened the wooden doors into the outpost just as the cloaked figure rode up. Duron stepped back and allowing the mysterious figure to ride into the outpost with the supply laden cart behind them. “Greetings, stranger,” he began. “I am Duron Knot, commander of this outpost. Do you bring word from the capital? Are you here to simply resupply us or are you going to be joining my group?”

For a moment the figure was silent. It rode till the cart was pulled all the way into the outpost, and only then did it pull on the reins of the horse to make the beast halt. Once the horse was stopped the figure turned to Duron and lifted pale hands to the white hood hanging over its head, throwing it back to reveal a face.

Kind, soft, feminine features smiled down at him from atop the horse. The revealed woman looked young, although in a strange almost ethereal way that made her age impossible to judge. She looked both virginally young yet agedly mature at the same time. She had soft, pale skin that glowed almost like the snow in the midday sun. Bracketing her face was elegant, wavy black hair that seemed to glow with a faint-blue translucency.

“I am indeed here to join the forces at this outpost,” she said with a kind smile. Her voice was soft and unmistakably girlish, with just a hint of a giggle punctuating her statement. “I am Ilvuna Glask, cleric of the Vulfrellian Rangers. I have brought what should be a whole seasons worth of supplies as well as my own magical powers of healing. The High Commander of the Ranger’s wants you to know he has heard your pleas for help. He also sends word that more reinforcements will be coming in the following months, although who and when was not yet determined when I started my way north.”

She turned and hopped down from the horse, moving with smooth grace. Once she was on the ground she whipped her white cloak off, flinging it onto the back of her horse and leaving it behind.

Duron gasped slightly at the sight of the woman fully revealed before him in the most unusual garment he had ever seen. She was tall and built of what at first glanced looked like over exaggerated sensual curves. Her waist, although thick and plump, seemed thin when compared to the rest of her body. She had a thick, soft bottom half with wide hips and a large, plump ass. And hanging from her chest were the largest pair of breasts he had ever seen on a human female. Each one was nearly twice the size of the woman’s head. Not just large, but fat and wide, their mass looking both thick and full yet soft at the same time.

And Duron was able to see a startling amount of detail of the woman’s body. She wore a garment that was little more than a series of white cloth strips. A cloth band ran around her neck, meeting in the front at a large golden ring. Extending down from this was another strip that ran to similar ring just above her crotch. From there a third strap ran around her waist. Secured to the straps running around her waist was a small white cloth that barely covered her privates. And secured to the ring on the top of the garment where other strips that ran down her voluminous breasts with a sling like cloth between them, barely holding her breasts in place. They covered her nipples, but not her areolas, which were large enough to peak out enticingly from the edges of the cloth.

The only other clothing she wore besides her boots was a leather belt that clung tightly to her wide hips. A silver war hammer hung from one side while the rest of the belt was covered in pouches and vials filled with what he assumed were magical healing potions.

The woman before him showed no sign that she was even the slightest cold, yet the temperature at the outpost was far below freezing and fresh snow lay on the ground all around them. “Uh…. Aren’t you a little cold?” Duron asked, not sure what else to say about the woman’s scant and seemingly indecent outfit.

“Oh no,” she said with an amused giggle. “The blessing of my goddess keeps me warm and comfortable no matter what my surroundings are.”

“Ah,” he said, understanding. That’s how it was with clerics: their god’s gave them all sorts of gifts beyond the ability to heal others, many of the gifts unique to the particular god they worshiped and gave them powers. “And what god is it that you follow?” There were countless gods in the realm of Alaria and most of them were worshiped in Vulfrellia. The kingdom made few restrictions on religion, with only the worship of the most evil of gods being suppressed.

Ilvuna bowed her head and clasped her hands together as if in supplication. “I give all my faith to Ynara, goddess of breasts.”

The woman’s nearly lewd appearance made perfect sense to him now. The goddess of breasts had a strange reputation, her followers tending to be both extremely open with their sexuality whilst somehow remaining almost comically naive and innocent. Duron had never interacted with one in person, but he’d heard plenty of tales about the lewd ways the goddess’ followers preferred to pray to their goddess.

He’d been a Ranger since coming of age and had no time for sexual adventurism in his life. He was no virgin, but he’d only had sex a handful of times, and those before he joined the Rangers. Life was so hard at the outpost that he rarely thought about his body’s sexual desires, and the only other woman that was stationed here remained so covered in layers of leather armor, cloaks, and furs that he frequently forgot she was, in fact, a woman.

While staring at the practically naked cleric before him he suddenly remembered what sexual attraction was and couldn’t ignore the fact that after a long absence his body was still able to feel immense sexual attraction. He felt his manhood swelling, growing hard as he stared at the cleric’s overlarge breasts. Almost more arousing was the fact that the bulge of her womanhood was barely covered by the small white cloth. Enough of her body was revealed to show that Ilvuna had no pubic hair, something Duron found strange and sexual enticing and that made his manhood grow even harder as he stood staring at her.

The cleric noticed the sudden bulge in Duron’s pants and turned from him, staring down at the ground. Her cheeks then flushed and she began to talk nervously. “I was always, uh…. Well endowed. Men were always looking at me the way you are. When I became a woman the goddess appeared to me and told me how much my breasts pleased her. She showed me the ways to pray to her and filled me with her holy light. And once her blessing was upon me my breasts grew even larger, a sign that she watches over me directly.”

She looked up then, making eye contact with Duron as all of the embarrassed nervousness melted away from her expression, replaced with fierce determination. “I wanted to do good in the world, so I used her blessing to become a cleric, healing those that needed it. And I joined the Rangers because I know that Vulfrellia is worthy of protecting. It might not look like it but I can hold my own in a fight. And before you ask, I wear no armor because I do not need it: Ynara protects me, and I wish the world to see the faith I have put in that protection.”

Duron nodded, ashamed momentarily that he had been so lewdly staring at the woman’s body. Of course she was a skilled fighter, she wouldn’t have been allowed to remain a Ranger if she hadn’t been. And there was no dress code within the organization, the Rangers were allowed to wear whatever they felt most comfortable in.

“Well, Ilvuna Glask, cleric of the Vulfrellian Rangers, it is good to have you join my forces. Let us unpack the supplies you have brought then I shall bring you to see Joran When, our alchemist. He’s the man who has fallen sick that you have been sent to heal.”


* * *


“How long has he been like this?” Ilvuna asked Duron. They stood inside one of the outpost’s smaller wooden buildings, the room full of roughly crafted beds and tables. There were no windows in the room, which was lit by the flicker of a number of candles on tables and walls around them as well as a large fire that burned intensely in a fireplace, doing its best to warm the cold dwelling.

The man lying before them was heavy-set and young, looking barely old enough to be a Ranger. He was dressed in a simple white tunic, covered in thick fur blankets. His pudgy face was sickly pale, his skin looking cold with a sickly gray-blue hue to it. He lay perfectly still, looking more like a corpse than a living man.

“Weeks now,” Duron said. “He went out to collect ingredients for his potions and came back feeling weak. Within hours his skin had grown cold and gray, and by the evening he fell into a deep sleep from which we were unable to wake him. None of us know anything about healing and have no idea what this sickness is that’s come over him, although it seems not to be contagious. We’ve tried to keep him warm and have forced soup down his throat, but he’s steadily gotten worse.”

Ilvuna ran a hand through the youth’s dark hair then felt his forehead with the back of her hand. For a time she held her hand on his head, her eyes closed. As she opened her eyes and pulled away from him she turned to Duron and asked, “Do you still have the ingredients he brought back with him?”

“I think so. We never emptied out his alchemist’s satchel when he returned; it should still be right where he left it.” Duron turned and walked across the small room, quickly locating a leather satchel sitting on a nearby wooden table. “Here it is.”

He reached to pick it up but Ilvuna raised her hands and yelled for him to stop. “Don’t touch it! Allow me, my magics protect me from most diseases and I suspect the sickness on him was gained from something he collected. Tell me, is he a very experienced alchemist?”

“Not really,” Duron said with an unenthusiastic shrug. “And what little he knew was about plants and herbs that grow closer to the capital where he grew up. He could make good potions from ingredients that come up from the south, but he had little experience with the things that grow in this climate. Mostly he spent his time experimenting with what he could find.”

As he spoke Ilvuna carefully opened the satchel and tipped it upside down, spilling its contents onto the table. A jumble of moss and mushrooms came tumbling out. “Just as I thought,” she said, pointing at the mushrooms on the table. They were thin and tall, their pointed tips narrow and light blue in color. “Those are Ice Mushrooms. They are rare, only growing in very cold climates. They are deadly to the touch and are frequently used as a poison.”

“Oh,” Duron said dumbly. “They grow all over up here, in caves and around the edges of rocky outcroppings deep in the woods. I didn’t know they were so… deadly.”

“Well, now you do,” Ilvuna said. She held her hands above the mushrooms, palms flat and fingers spread out. Her hands began to glow with red energy that radiated an intense magical heat that Duron could feel from across the room. The glow brightened and spread to the mushrooms which began to spark with intense burst of the same red energy. Then, with a sudden flash, the mushrooms were gone. Red smoke billowed up form where they sat for a moment, then dissipated into nothingness. “There, now they can’t harm anyone else.”

“Very good,” Duron said, glad the threat he had not known lurked in his outpost was gone.“But what about Joran? Do you think you can heal him?”

“Oh yes,” the cleric said, turning back to face the sick youth. “But the healing spell will take me a little bit. And the sickness is rather advanced, it will drain me. I’ll need help recharging the faith that fuels my powers afterwards.” She looked at Duron, her gaze momentarily intense and thoughtful. “Are you willing to help with that?”

“Of course,” he said quickly. “I’d do anything to save Joran. He’s a good man. Just tell me what you need me to do.”

“First thing is a chair. It will take some time to work my healing energies into him, and it will be easier if I sit while that is happening.” Duron quickly grabbed a wooden chair from a nearby table and brought it to Ilvuna as she stood beside Joran’s bed. She nodded her thanks and pulled it close to the bed, sitting down beside him.

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No,” Ilvuna said, pulling the blankets back from the sick man. “But you should stay and watch. And like I said, I will need help recharging my powers when I am done.”

“Sure,” Duron said, not quite sure how he could help her do that. He didn’t worship Ynara. He didn’t worship ANY god. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in them, there was evidence of the gods’ existence all around Alaria. It was rather that no particular god had ever seemed to speak to him directly, giving him reason to devote himself to their worship.

While he thought about this Ilvuna was busy preparing for her healing spell. She had pulled the blankets all the way down to Joran’s feet, leaving most of his body uncovered. He wore only a white cloth tunic with no pants or undergarment on. To Duron’s great surprise Ilvuna pulled the tunic up, revealing the sick man’s privates. A moment later she pulled the article of clothing all the way off of him, leaving him naked.

“Uh… do you really need to do that?”

Ilvuna shushed him. “Please, just be quite and watch, I need to concentrate,” she said without turning to face him. Properly scolded, Duron took a step back and pulled up a chair of his own, quietly sitting down and watching the cleric begin to heal his sick compatriot.

She began to hum softly, the sound lyrical and growing to fill the small room they were in. Meanwhile she grabbed the sling like cloths holding her massive breasts in place and pulled them to the side, allowing her breasts to spill free.

Duron’s eyes practically popped out of his head at the sight of them revealed in all their glory: they looked even larger and softer without the dainty cloth keeping them in check. Her fat, wide tit-flesh practically oozed down the front of her body, her massive breasts hanging heavily from her chest. He felt himself growing hard once again staring at her breasts, imagining what it would be like to place his hand on them and have it sink into her fleshy softness. He wasn’t even sure what he would do with breasts so large. Their size was simply so overwhelming that he was only able to feel animal attraction with little thought going into it beyond the desire to touch them.

And her nipples, like none he had ever seen! The nubs were large and swollen from the cool air around them. They were like two pink fleshy fruits, each larger than the end of his thumb. And her areolas, dark pink against her pale flesh, were monstrously large. He estimated each was the size of the palm of his hand. And as he stared at them he noticed that their flesh was pebbled and harden in the cold air as well.

He was overcome with the desire to rise from his chair and stumble forward. To kneel down before this woman and begin licking her large nipples. To take the hard nub in his mouth and suck on it as if it was a rare, exotic fruit. He began to shift uncomfortably in his chair, his erection painfully hard as the desires flowed through his mind.

What the hell is wrong with me, he thought as he shook his head and forced himself to look away from her breasts. This is a Ranger under my command! I can’t be having such thoughts about her… even if she seems to be acting in such an indecent manner.

The seeming indecency had only just begun. With her breasts now hanging free Ilvuna leaned forward over Joran, lowering her torso down and placing her breasts on his naked body. One of her large breasts rested on the man’s unconscious face, the other on his bare chest. Duron looked at her humongous breasts, their soft, warm flesh spread out on Joran’s cold naked body, and thought that they each looked like great fleshy pancakes resting on his friend.

She placed each of her hands on top of her breasts and began kneading their ample flesh against Joran’s body, continuing to hum as she did. A faint, barely perceptible glow began to appear around her body, shifting a moment later and only coming from breasts. The glow seemed to spread down onto Joran and move out across his body, then fade away. A moment later the pale, gray-blue color to his flesh began to fade slightly. For the first time since falling ill Joran began to move, shifting slightly from side to side and moaning loudly, although the sound was muffled by the great big breast resting on his face.

Ilvuna stopped massaging his body with her breasts. She slid one hand under Joran’s head, lifting his face up into her breast and humming down at him. She slid her other hand down the man’s fat stomach, sliding her fingers through the wiry dark hair running from his bellybutton down to his privates.

As her fingertips neared his cock it began to swell and grow hard, the color almost completely returning to his fleshy shaft of manhood. She wrapped her fingers around it, squeezing him tightly in a steady pulsing pattern. He moaned once more, his hips thrusting up slightly in response to her touch.

She gave his shaft another firm squeeze then let go, lifting her hand to her face and spitting into her palm. A moment later her hand was back on his cock, but now with the added lubrication she began stroking him. With slow, steady motions she worked his body, jerking him off.

Duron shifted uncomfortably in his chair, once more aware of the fact that he had a painfully hard erection. If it wasn’t for the fact that he could see Joran’s body regaining its color he might have demanded Ilvuna stop this perverse ritual. But there was no denying the cleric was healing the Ranger, even if her methods were unconventional and apparently required her to give the young man a hand job.

Before long Joran’s body was nearly back to normal color. Ilvuna gave his cock a few more quick jerks then pulled down on his cock, making it stand tall with his foreskin pulled all the way back. Duron watched as the alchemist’s cockhead began to trickle cum, thick white fluid that oozed up from his cock head and began running down his shaft onto the cleric’s hand. The man let out a long, deep, satisfied sigh into Ilvuna’s breast as the last of the color returned to his body.

Ilvuna let go of Joran’s cock just as it began to grow soft. She sat up straight, lifting her breasts off his body, and pulled the blankets back over him. Duron could see that the man looked perfectly healthy once again and that he had a wide grin on his sleeping face.

“He’ll sleep through the night,” Ilvuna said, turning to Duron, “and when he wakes in the morning he’ll be back to normal.” She gave him a kind, but faltering, smile. She looked suddenly drained, weak and tired.

“Are you okay?” Duron said, leaping to his feet and moving quickly across the room to comfort her as she sat back in the chair. He stood next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You look so weak!”

“Yes,” she said with an exhausted sigh. “It was not an easy disease to cure after it had advanced so far, and I am now drained of most of my holy energy. But thankfully you are here to help me.” She looked up at him and smiled weakly again. “I’ll need to pray to my goddess, and I need a man to do it properly.”

“I don’t understand,” Duron said, looking down at her. He was having a hard time not glancing at her breasts, which still hung exposed down her front. He broke down and took a quick look at them. The sight of them so close to his body made him aware of the fact he was still painfully hard. Suddenly he realized that he was standing with his crotch in the cleric’s face, the visible bulge of his erection mere inches from the tip of her nose.

He gasped and started to take a step back, his face flushed red with embarrassment, but Ilvuna stopped him. She wrapped one hand around his waist, preventing him from backing away. With the other hand she reached up and grabbed his cock though his pants. “Please,” she said, her voice shaky and weak. “Help me worship my goddess. Besides, I know how my magic affections men nearby. You must be painfully hard and in desperate need of release.”

“I… I don’t understand,” Duron mumbled, shaking. Her hand on his cock, even felt through his pants, felt so good. His cock was so hard and he felt with desperate certainty that his erection would not cease till he ejaculated. But he didn’t understand what the cleric was suggesting, and he told her so. “I don’t understand,” he said again, stopping to moan as she squeezed and rubbed at his cock through his pants. “How do we worship your goddess?”

She turned in her chair so that she was facing him. “It’s easy. Ynara is the goddess of breasts. She blesses those who have naturally big breasts, and blesses those who have small breasts with larger ones. She does this because sexual intercourse that involves breasts pleases her most, and she prefers her followers to worship her through mammary intercourse.”

As she spoke she undid the front of his pants, opening them and pulling his cock out. Duran hissed with pleasure when he felt her wrap her fingers around his hard cock. Her hands were cold, making her touch stand out even more against the burning hot flesh of his manhood. She gave it a firm squeeze while she spoke, holding it lovingly and then pointing it at her breasts.

Ilvuna then moved to the edge of her chair so her breasts were practically pressed against Duron, rubbing his cock against her tits. They felt both softer than he had imagined, yet firmer and thicker at the same time. He stared down, moaning in pleasure from both the sight and feel of his steel hard cock being rubbing into her fat, overlarge breast. He could feel thick, slimy precum leaking from his cockhead, making the movement of his cock silky smooth as Ilvuna dragged it back and forth on her breast.

“I’ve… never…” he began saying, before moaning and leaning his head back in pleasure.

“Don’t worry,” the cleric said, “I have enough experience for the both of us. Just stand there and let me do all the work. I only ask that as you feel the pleasure of our coupling you not thank me for it, but Ynara. Think of her in your mind and if you can, speak her praise out loud.”

While still rubbing his cock on her breast she reached down with her other hand to retrieve a vial from her belt. As she lifted it up she popped the hinged top off the glass vial and pulled Duron’s cock away from her breast, pointing it up into the air. She tipped the bottle over, pouring a small amount of lotion onto the head of his cock. For a moment she allowed it flow over his swollen cock head and run down his shaft then she moved the hand on his shaft up and began spreading the lubricating lotion up and down his shaft.

Duron moaned in pleasure as she did this, barely noticing the way she skillfully closed the vial and quickly returned it to her belt with one hand. A moment later she had placed his cock in between her breasts, resting the underside of his shaft against her chest. She then let go of his dick and grabbed hold of her tits, lifting them up slightly and pressing them in around his cock.

Staring down Duron watched as her voluminous, soft tit flesh enveloped his cock and swallowed it whole, leaving no sight of his manhood behind. Her breasts were incredibly warm, as if the chill in the room was unable to affect them. Their soft warmness felt incredible wrapped around his rigid hardness, and the pleasure only grew more intense as she began to bounce her breasts up and down around his shaft.

“Oh, gods…” he moaned, amazed at how good it felt.

“Goddess,” Ilvuna corrected him, pressing her breasts in tighter around his cock and bouncing them up and down even faster.

“Yes,” he moaned, his head falling back again and his eyes rolling up into his head. “Yes, goddess… your tits, so big, so amazing… I never knew.”

“Thank her,” she said to him, continuing to work his cock with her tits. “Praise the goddess, praise Ynara.”

“Yes, I praise her! Anything, just don’t stop. I give her my praise, I worship her!”

“Yes, praise her,” Ilvuna said, her voice suddenly sounding far less weak. “Praise be to Ynara, goddess of the fat tits and bringer of all mammary pleasure,” she said with a voice that was slowly growing more steady with each word she spoke of her prayer to her goddess. “May she bless this coupling, may it please her and our faith manifest in our sexual pleasure flow into her divine being. May this please her, and allow our worship to continue…”

Duron was stunned beyond words at just how good this felt. His body was experiencing more pleasure from this strange, new sexual act than any he had ever experienced before. A feeling of pure sexual heat seemed to be radiating from Ilvuna’s massive breasts and flowing into his body through his hard cock.

As she neared the end of her prayer Duron felt the pleasure reach its peak. He knew it would be mere moments before his body reached orgasmic release.

Somehow Ilvuna new this as well. As soon as she finished her prayer she stopped bouncing her tits around his shaft and instead leaned back, pulling away from him. She held her tits up to Duron, as if presenting a valuable prize to him. “Cum,” she said, her voice reverberating through the room with magical power.

He groaned, grabbing his cock and instinctively aiming it at her breasts. He felt his muscles tighten then felt his cock pulse in his hand. A moment later he felt his cum shooting out of him, a torrential flood of pleasure washing out of his body and collecting all the pressure that had been building up inside of him and taking it out as his semen exploded from his body.

An intense, warm, calmness spread through him as he felt his body continue to ejaculate. He felt his cock bounce and spurt cum out for longer than he had ever experienced. Looking down when it was over he saw that Ilvuna’s massive breasts were covered in a stunning amount of thick cum that was already beginning to ooze and run down the curved surface of her tit flesh.

As his mind struggled to process just how much semen had come out of him he was overcome with a feeling of utter calmness equaled only by the exhaustion he suddenly felt. He was drained, but not just physically. He felt as though his spiritual essence had temporarily been siphoned out of him, leaving him an empty physical shell.

He stumbled backwards, reaching behind him to steady himself on a nearby table. For a moment he simply stood, his legs shaking and his now limp cock hanging out the front of his pants.

Staring at Ilvuna he could see that she felt none of the weakness he did. If anything, she seemed more alive and energetic than she was before they started. She had begun humming pleasantly as she began smearing his cum all over her breasts as if it was some kind of expensive oil or lotion. Duron blinked, not believing what he was seeing at first: the cum seemed to be disappearing as she rubbed it into her skin, as if her breasts somehow soaking it up.

Once it was all gone she lifted her hands to her face, licking and sucking the remaining semen from her fingers and hand. Then, a wide grin spread upon her beautiful, innocent looking face, she looked at him. “Thank you, Commander. I feel that my powers are fully recharged now.”

“Sure…” he said weakly. “I wouldn’t want one of my Rangers at anything but peak efficiency.”


* * *


A few hours later Duron stood on the lookout atop the outpost’s walls, staring out at the distance as the sun set. A thick, knee-deep layer of fresh snow lay on the ground; clumps of heavy, white snow weighing down the branches of the green pine trees that stood on the edge of the forest to the north.

The sky was clear, all of the clouds having turned to snow and fallen to the ground over the last few hours. As the sun set the sky began to turn from crystal blue to the purple of dusk. The horizon above the tree-line appeared to be catching fire, the sky turning pink and yellow and then orange as the setting sun sent one last wash of color over the world before it retreated before the coming night.

The colors danced on the white snow, lighting up the field that lay between the outpost and the northern forest with a deep yellowish light. As he watched the colors change, growing first less vibrant then more dim, he saw two figures emerge from the edge of the tress.

He watched as they trudged slowly through the thick snow. They were both dressed in thick fur cloaks like him, although as they got closer he could make out that unlike him they both wore bows slung over their shoulders along with their traveling packs.

The patrol would reach the gates just as night fell. He knew both of the Rangers would be glad to hear that Joran had been healed and that they had a new member of their troop, with more on the way. He just didn’t know how they would react to the cleric’s strange ways.


* * *


When Ilvuna began to cast her healing spell, Ynara’s divine power began flowing out of her. It had been a long time since anyone this far north had connected so strongly with a divine being, and even longer since so much faith-energy had been transferred in this far north land.

Although it was unseen and unfelt to all at the Northern Outpost, this event sent out a shockwave of divine magical energy that spread out from Ilvuna. It rippled north through the snow covered trees, past the forest into the frozen wastes beyond. It reverberated through the mountains on the other side of the wastes, echoing through their earthen stone and growing stronger.

It spread till it came to a tall peak, one not seen by mortal eyes for an age. The peak was encrusted in thick, glacial ice and as the divine wave of magical energy hit this peak the ancient ice shuddered and cracked. A flame had been lit deep inside that mountain, reacting to the wave of divine energy. The flame’s heat grew exponentially, fueled by some ancient magic that had lain imprisoned in the ice and had long been forgotten by the outside world.

The glacial ice continued to crack, slowly falling away to reveal an ancient castle built into the mountain peak. The stones of its walls and parapets and towers glowed faintly with purple energy as the ice crumbled from around it.

Inside the castle corridors the walls glowed with the same purple energy. Heat radiated from them and soon the ice that filled the halls and rooms began to crack then melt, the steam of the melted ice flowing through the halls and speeding the thawing of the castle inside and out. The magical heat radiated from deep in the core of this sinister keep, coming from what was once a throne room.

There, in its center sat a nightmare mass of large purple octopus-looking tentacles, their suction cupped undersides seeming to erupt out of the very floor itself. Their countless limbs were tangled together in a large mass, but as the room continued to heat they returned to life. Slowly they began to squirm about, undulating and then beginning to untangle.

They opened like flower, revealing the form of a woman laying in a fetal position. Her skin was pale and gray, with a slight purplish hue to it. Slowly she began to stir, sitting up. Long flowing silver hair draped her face and ran down her body, cascading down her slender form and over her prominent breasts.

The woman reached a shaking hand to her face and pulled her hair back, revealing a thin face with narrow, sharp, Elven features. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at the room around her. At first her pupils were pure black, but as she sat up straight and stretched the darkness faded to purple, then slowly her eyes took form. Her pupils were deep lavender, and the whites around them glowed with an intense pink hue.

The tentacles that she had emerged from continued to writhe and move, slowly re-forming themselves into the shape of a grand throne. The smaller appendages formed the seat and arms of the chair while the larger ones ran up behind the woman, creating a seat-back with tentacle tips pointing up into the air, the two largest wrapping their tips together in the center.

The figure made herself comfortable in her new seat, straightening her long hair so her long pointed ears extended out from her hair. Then she adjusted the revealing black leather outfit she wore. She wore a tight bodice that slimmed her already thin stomach and pressed her prominent breast up. On her arms were gloves made of the same material that started just under her shoulder and ran down to her hand, a pointed tip extending out to connect to her middle finger. On her long, slender legs were thigh-high boots, the same black as the rest of her outfit with fierce long heels. And finally, on her slender neck was a black neck corset that made her neck look even longer than it was.

“Awake…” she muttered into the silence. Her voice was deep and husky, yet lyrically enchanting. “…and free.”

The word hung in the air for a time, as if the small amount of ice clinging to the castle walls were trying to press back against it, trying to prove the statement wrong. But finally the heat emanating from the room, from the woman sitting on the throne of purple tentacles, proved too strong. The spell imprisoning her was broken and the last of the ice melted or fell free from the castle walls.

She began to laugh. A chuckle at first, but it grew louder and louder till it was a full bodied evil cackle that ran through the halls of the ancient keep. “I AM FREE!” she screamed in joy. “I, the Nameless Dark Queen, have awoken and am free!”

A moment later she was calm and quiet, deep in thought with a sinister smile spread across her thin, dark lips. “Free but still very weak,” she spoke. Her throne writhed at her words, but as she stroked the moving armrests it calmed and became stationary once more.

“Weak, but I can feel my connection with Eczotl growing with every second. The swarming mass that hungers, I can feel his divine power flowing into me once more. Can feel that after so long he has returned his dark attention to me, his most loyal and powerful disciple.”

She closed her eyes, deep in thought once more. “Through him I can see the world around me… Alaria has changed so since I was imprisoned here! What is this new power that runs through this world’s veins? Ah, yes, The Corruption! How delicious, to see it growing so. When last I woke it was but a glimmer in the void, the demon’s it fueled all imprisoned or weak and nearly forgotten…But now it gains influence of those haughty imposter’s that call themselves gods! But I know there is only one true god: he who hungers. The world must be shown Eczotl’s might once more.”

With her eyes still closed she concentrated her vision of the world outside her keep to the area nearest her. “Vulfrellia? What a pathetic kingdom that holds nothing to the empires that filled the world when I was imprisoned here. So simple, so ready for the taking! Although… my powers are so weak, and will take so long to return to me… It will be some time till I can dare reveal myself, till I can take this small kingdom and reshape it in Eczotl’s image. Till then I’ll need to remain hidden, working through others…”

Her voice trailed off but her eyes remained closed. “And what is this? An outpost of skilled warriors so close to my keep… they will need to be taken care of, lest they stumble upon my awakening and ruin everything. Only a few of them, but in my weakened state that would be all it would take to end my life, or imprison me once more…”

She opened her eyes, raising her hands into the air. The glow in her eyes intensified and her hands began to glow pink as well. “I shall send my growing power out into the nearby lands. Twisting all of the plants, creatures, and sentient beings I can to my will. I shall harness Eczotl’s dark magic and mix it with the Corruption that flows all around.

“All things shall soon center on this Northern Outpost, a great influx of events and happenings shall be drawn to these defenders of the realm, these Rangers of the north. They shall be tested and tempted, distracted by perversions that shall please my god and weaken their will until I am powerful enough to reveal myself and make them my servants.”

She tilted her head back and looked up at the ceiling. A beam of purple energy erupted from her eyes, shooting up through the stone floors and ceilings of her keep and up into the cold sky above. For a brief moment it lit up the night sky, showering the nearby mountains in purple light. Then the beam exploded, sending magical energy out into the lands surrounding the Northern Outpost.


* * *


Duron Knot was in a small wooden cabin that served both as the Commander’s private quarters and his personal office where he sat at his desk and wrote in the daily log. He was supposed to chronicle the outpost’s events every day, keeping a complete history of the Northern Outpost’s mission progress. There were times where so little happened at the outpost that all he added besides the date was the word “uneventful”.

He sighed, looking at the blank page before him. The last few days hadn’t been uneventful, he just wasn’t sure how much of the events he should record for posterity.

After dipping his quill into a bottle of ink he started scribbling, telling of Ilvuna’s arrival and her healing of Joran Whent. Duron decided not to add any details about how the healing was conducted, and refused to mention how he himself had helped the new cleric recharge her holy powers afterwards. He did, however, make note that she was a follower of Ynara, hoping any who read the book would be able to read between the lines.

As the sun had set on the night of her arrival Ilvuna had insisted on staying with Joran. “To ensure his healing is complete,” she has said. That had left Duron alone when the outpost’s two other Rangers had returned from their patrol. He ended up being thankful that the scantily clad cleric was out of sight when they arrived as they had events to report that he needed to hear, and her presence would surely have distracted them.

Before he had a chance to tell them that they had a new member and fresh supplies they had begun to inform him of what had transpired on their patrol. “The Rangers reported a strange beam of purple light seen in the distance, coming from the World’s End Mountains to the north,” he wrote, still unsure what to make of this. The returned Rangers were unsure as well, and were distracted from that apparition because of what had happened not long after witnessing the brief and distant light.

Not long after seeing the strange light flicker and disappear they heard the howl of wolves in the distance. Both Rangers, Anneyce Andrade and Teyl Dati, not only had years of experience at the northern outpost but had each grown up in small settlements not far from the northern border of Vulfrell.

“We both know that sound,” Anneyce had said firmly.

Teyl had nodded. “I agree. Those were not normal wolves. Those were Ice Wolves. It’s been years since the last packs were driven north out of the Great Northern Forest and into the Frozen Wastes. This could mean that their numbers have returned to their previous size and that there soon could be hordes of the beasts heading this way.”

The animals were monstrously large, nearly the size of a horse. They were fast and agile, and their frightening maws able to rip an unarmored man apart with ease. But they were more than over-sized wolves. The beasts were infused with some ancient magic that made it so the air around them grew colder, and they were able to bellow out blasts of magical energy that could freeze their prey in place or even fully encrust them in ice.

Duron had called for calm. The sound of one Ice Wolf howling in the distance wasn’t enough to cause a panic. He said they’d need to send out more frequent patrols to determine if the wolf they heard was a lone animal or the beginning of a new wave of carnage. If packs of the beasts WERE moving south they would need to know so they could spread the word and call for reinforcements. The Commander reminded the Rangers that they had fended off the last incursion of the breasts, and they would be able to do it again.

“But there were nearly three times as many of us then,” Anneyce had protested. Duron had taken that moment to inform them of the Ranger that had joined their ranks, as well as telling them that more Rangers were supposedly on their way.

The ink in his quill ran dry as Duron finished recording the possible return of the Ice Wolves. He dipped it in the ink pot once more and finished his sentence, then put the quill down. The meeting between the two newly returned Rangers and Ilvuna had been tense, but he didn’t think he need include that bit of drama in the log.

But the meeting was now on his mind, and he began to go over the events again in his head. He was the Commander of the Northern Outpost, after all, and it was his job to make sure all the Rangers under his command were able to work together. As he sat alone in his small room he pondered just how he was going to do that now that Ilvuna had joined them.

From the instant both returned Rangers had set eyes on the cleric, Duron knew there were going to be issues. As Ilvuna had approached from across the courtyard both Rangers had stared at her, a mix of disbelief, bewilderment, and anger playing across their faces.

Like him, Anneyce and Teyl both dressed in thick layers of warm clothing and leather armor, all covered in thick fur cloaks. But Ilvuna, kept magically warm by the blessing of her goddess, wore little more than a few strips of white cloth that barely counted as clothing. Enough of her almost inhumanly curvaceous body was exposed to see that, like an Elf maiden, she kept her crotch shaved of all hair. And her breasts, the largest Duron had ever seen on a female, were barely covered at all. The areolas of her nipples peaked out form the sides of the two white strips of cloth that attempted to keep her voluminous breasts in check.

During the initial introductions both Anneyce and Teyl had looked visibly uncomfortable by Ilvuna’s chosen outfit. Duron was sure that part of this had been the strangeness of her magical resistance to the cold, but it was clear that it was far more than that.

It was easy to tell why Teyl was so uncomfortable and agitated by her presence. The other Rangers were unaware of it, but Teyl had not become a Vulfrellian Ranger by choice. He had at one time served as a member of the town guard where he had grown up. He had been imprisoned by his fellow guards after taking liberties with an inebriated woman. A woman that turned out to be the daughter of the town’s Mayor.

The man had been furious. He vowed to keep Teyl imprisoned in a cell for the rest of his life, never to be allowed to see another woman as long as he lived. It wasn’t known by most in the Kingdom of Vulfrellia, but there was an ancient law that dictated that all but crimes short of murder could be commuted if one vowed to spend the rest of their life as a member of Vulfrellian Rangers. It was a law rarely used any more, but Teyl had invoked its use.

Since coming to the Northern Outpost the man had made it clear to Duron that he was ashamed of what had happened. He confessed that yes, he had a weakness for women, but he intended never to let that weakness make him act in such a wicked way again. He had even gone as far as to take a vow of celibacy before the Commander to make his point. And as far as Duron knew the man had managed to keep to that vow.

Of course, the vow hadn’t been hard to keep over the last few years. Anneyce Andrade had been the only female Ranger stationed at the outpost for some time. Like Teyl she was a highly skilled swordsmen and tracker. She was also the best archer any of them had seen. Like Teyl she preferred to spend the majority of her time in the wilds, hunting monsters and bandits. She had never shown any interest in men, and none of the three Rangers could ever remember her mentioning sex in any manner.

It wasn’t that she was unattractive. She in fact had a fairly pretty face with petite, rounded boyish features that Duron didn’t find personally pleasing but figured many would. Unlike the majority of women in Vulfrell she kept her thick wild hair short, like that of a man. She carried herself in such a masculine way that most who met her thought she was a man till she spoke.

And her figure did little to reveal her gender. She rarely took the thick layers of clothing she wore off, even when back at the outpost and in a building heated by a raging fire. So her figure mostly remained hidden in a way that left her figure and gender impossible to tell at most times. Duron had seen once that she had wide, feminine hips but he’d never seen more than a vague outline of the rest of her body.

So Anneyce was not a woman that many would feel tempted by, barely recognizable as a sexual being. And after a few years of serving next to her, slaying beasts and spending weeks at a time in the cold wilds, it was clear that Teyl thought of her only as a fellow Ranger.

But here was a new woman, one the currently chaste Teyl had never seen in combat and that walked around practically naked, showing off a body that could be easily described as “indecent”. The man was clearly struggling with demons he had long tried to keep at bay.

When he came to Duron directly after the initial introduction and asked if he could return to patrolling the wilds before even spending a single night of rest in the outpost, the Commander understood. He kindly told him to resupply and head back out. “But keep your patrol close to the Border Road. If packs of Ice Wolves are returning, our primary goal will be to keep any travelers safe, at least until reinforcements arrive to help us drive them back north.” Teyl had nodded and then quickly left, obviously looking forward to spending time alone in the cold.

If the man hadn’t volunteered to head back out, Duron would have had to send someone anyways. The Northern Outpost sat at the intersection of the Border Road, which ran from east to west just below the northern border of Vulfrell, and the Northern Road, which ran from the capital in the center of Vulfrellia and ended at the Northern Outpost. Unlike the Northern Road, which was rarely traveled, the Border Road saw fairly frequent use. There were a number of small towns and villages under its protection and traders and travelers frequently moved between them.

The Northern Outpost even housed a guesthouse for travelers to stay in, as the two nearest settlements in either direction along the Border Road were fairly far away. Even when their supplies were low the Rangers freely gave travelers a warm meal and a warm cabin with soft beds to sleep in for at least one night before sending them on their way.

With Teyl off patrolling the Border Road, Duron would be able to put off managing how the troubled Ranger would deal with Ilvuna’s presence till later. In the meantime he was going to have to iron out things between the cleric and Anneyce. Her problem with the cleric was harder to figure out; although he suspected that Anneyce’s issue was with the way the cleric was flaunting both her femininity and sexuality.  Perhaps Anneyce was afraid the presence of a woman so sexually open would change the way her fellow warriors viewed her – not as an equal but as a woman who needed their protection.

Over the last few days Anneyce had been spending her time giving Ilvuna angry, nasty looks. She treated the cleric with uncharacteristic rudeness and frequently left rooms that Ilvuna entered, even if she was in the middle of some task. For her part Ilvuna seemed not to notice the way the other Ranger was treating her, either because she was being polite and ignoring the woman’s actions or because she really was just as oblivious he seemed.

He leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. Perhaps if Anneyce saw that Ilvuna was an able warrior? He stroked his scruffy beard thinking about this. The High Commander wouldn’t have sent her north if she wasn’t able to hold her own in a fight; he had no doubts about that. Perhaps if the two women spent some time alone, out in the wilds slaying beasts?

And then there was Joran Whent. The chubby alchemist had been following Ilvuna around like a lost puppy dog since he had woken up. He opened doors for her and rushed to hand the woman anything she reached for. He took any opening to thank her for saving his life and blushed furiously every time she spoke to him.

Joran had grown up in a small village that lay along the Northern Road that was in the process of dying out. He had been the only one of his generation that had been born and grew up with no peers his own age. He’d joined the Rangers to see the world but had spent only a short time in the capital being trained as an alchemist before being sent north. As such he’d seen and interacted with only a few young women in his life, and almost certainly never seen one as openly sexual as Ilvuna.

It was hard to tell if the young man was following the cleric around because he felt in debt to her after she saved his life or if he was physically infatuated with her. It occurred to Duron that it could easily be both of these things.

Duron was startled from his thoughts by a loud knock on his door. He quickly got to his feet, instinctively placing a hand on the hilt of his sword. Even though they were inside the walls of the outpost one could never be too safe. “Yes, who is it?” he asked loudly, standing ready.

Through the thick wooden door he heard the muffled voice of Joran Whent. “Commander Knot, there are travelers at the gate asking to stay the night.”

“Well, go let them in,” Duron said to the pudgy alchemist as he threw the door open. “I know you slept for weeks due to your illness, but our mission is still the same: guard the borders of Vulfrellia and give aid and comfort to those who travel its roads!”


* * *


The three Rangers present at the Northern Outpost sat at their dining hall’s large table, across from their two guests. Joran Whent had just finished bringing the dinner to the table: bowls of steaming hot soup along with mugs of heated spiced cider and chunks of cheese served alongside hunks of bread. All of the food they were eating had arrived with Ilvuna and was an appreciated change from the normal rations they ate.

Joran had made a production of making sure Ilvuna had received the mug of cider he said was heated to her exact like before sitting down next to her, his face bright red. Commander Knot thought little of this, thinking that the young man was simply continuing to fawn over the cleric as he had been doing for the past few days. But he was VERY wrong.

Afterwards Joran sat in silence, looking down at his soup as he slowly ate it. He was unable to look up, to meet the eyes of anyone that sat at the table. He knew no one there had any way of knowing that he had slipped something into Ilvuna’s drink, but he was afraid they would be able to see the guilt he felt in his eyes.

And Joran DID feel a great deal of guilt, but he also felt no regret. Since waking from his illness he had been able to think of little other than Ilvuna. It wasn’t just that she was the most beautiful, sexually charged being he had ever set eyes on. Her beauty, her over-powering sexuality even followed him into his sleep.

He’d spent every night since being cured tossing and turning as vivid images of Ilvuna filled his dreamscape. He saw her naked, doing indecent sexual things with and to him. Things he had never seen happen before, things he had never even imagined possible. The dreams were like visions, so intense and real that he awoke shaking. And always, when he woke, it was with a painfully hard erection that needed immediate attention.

Laying in his bed alone he’d furiously masturbate, thinking of Ilvuna. Thinking of her lips, of the plump curve of her large ass, of the hairless slit of her womanhood; but mostly he thought of her breasts. They were so large that they overwhelmed his young mind, sending his budding libido into overdrive.

The previous night had been the worst. The dreams had seemed to last forever. He’d begin to wake, aware of his rock hard erection, but unable to begin masturbating as he was quickly pulled back into his vision-filled sleep.

Eventually a shadowed figure had appeared in his dream, standing behind Ilvuna. The figure had been impossible to make out. They seemed to be eternally hidden in shadows that were colored dark purple, shadows that seemed to writhe and twist at the edges as if they were made of countless tentacles.

The shadowed figure spoke to him with a feminine voice that was deep and husky, yet lyrically enchanting. “You want her?” the mysterious figure said. “You need her… need her breasts, don’t you, Joran Whent?”

“Yes!” he had screamed in his dreamscape before falling to his knees and beginning to sob uncontrollably. “What is happening to me? Why can’t I control my desires for this woman?”  He looked up at the shadowed figure, feeling that it could give him relief. “What should I do?” he asked, his voice full of desperation.

“You don’t need to control these desires,” the figure had whispered. “You have all you need to take what you want from her…” Her shadowed arm reached out towards him. For a moment he thought he could see pale, feminine fingers reaching for him, but they seemed to melt away into shadows that then transformed into multiple purple tentacles. They reached behind him, disappearing momentarily out of sight, before returning with their suction cupped undersides wrapped around a collection of glass bottles.

“Those… those are some of my alchemical ingredients,” Joran had said, confused.

“Yessssssss,” the voice hissed. “Look at them, together these specific ingredients can make a potion that will put the drinker into a deep restful sleep for one night. You need only make this sleeping draught and slip it into Ilvuna’s drink at dinner, then you shall be able to do whatever you wish with her…”

“I… I can’t,” he had stuttered. But then his mind filled with images of him standing naked beside Ilvuna’s bed. He saw all the things he could do to her body while she slept, saw himself getting away with the act. Saw that he would be a fool NOT to take advantage of her so.

“She wants you too,” the voice said from the shadows. “Look at the way she dresses. Look at the perverse goddess she worships. It would PLEASE her goddess if you took her so, as long as you paid most of your attention to her breasts.”

“Y-yes… Yes, she wants me to do this,” he said, certainty growing in his voice. “It’s what I am meant to do!” He’d then woke with a start, sitting up with his eyes wide open. He leapt from bed, vaguely aware that for the first time since being healed he had not woken up with a painful erection. He dashed across his small room to the table where he kept his alchemical components and mixed his potions.

He quickly gathered the ingredients he had seen in his dream and began mixing them together. Somehow he knew exactly how much of each ingredient to add, knew how long to mix and boil them even though he had never made a sleeping draught before. When he was done, when he held the potion in a small vial in his hand, it was as if a mad fever had just run its course. He was himself again, and as he stared down at the potion he knew he had everything he needed to make his fantasies and dreams a reality.

All he had had to do was wait. Again, he wasn’t sure how he knew, but he was certain that the potion would take a little bit to begin affecting Ilvuna and that he’d need to put it in her drink as they began dinner. She’d start to grow slightly drowsy as she ate, able to finish her meal before feeling suddenly tired. She’d ask for someone to help her back to her quarters. Joran would volunteer. She’d fall into a deep sleep by the time he led her to her bed and then nothing would wake her till morning…

His only worry was the other Rangers. Commander Knot and Anneyce might notice when he didn’t return from her quarters. Maybe he’d need to wait till later, till after they were all asleep?

“Don’t worry,” a husky voice said in the back of his mind as he continued to eat his soup. “They will be too preoccupied to notice. You go have your fun with Ilvuna; they will all be busy with fun of their own…” The voice faded away, becoming a whisper that he immediately forgot he had heard, leaving behind only certainty that his plan was safe to carry out. All he had to do was sit and wait till Ilvuna proclaimed she was too tired to remain in the dining hall.


* * *


Teyl Dati marched at a steady pace through the thick snow that covered the Border Road. Near the Northern Outpost the road was more of a trail, barely wide enough to handle a single cart. And it was so infrequently used that the fresh layer of snow that lay on the ground had yet to be disturbed by person or beast.

Tall pine trees towered above him on both sides of the road, looming more than forty feet above his head. Their thick, dark needle filled branches were covered in snow as well, making them seem even more like a solid arboreal wall that pressed in on him. A thick ice fog had begun to descend on the path just as dusk had set in, making the world before, behind, and above him begin to disappear. As the mist grew thicker his world shrunk, till he could barely see the tree tops above him or more than thirty feet or so before him.

As the sun set the fog before him lit up with a final burst of light. Slowly it changed from white to yellow to orange then began to fade into a dark purplish green, same as the shadows in the trees that surrounded him.

He stopped and pulled an emberstone torch out of his traveling pack. The top of the torch was wrapped in a black cloth, which he removed to reveal a chunk of semi-transparent orange stone about the size of his fist. As the open air hit the emberstone it lit up, bathing the surrounding area with an orange hued light. The stone shown about as bright as a flame tipped torch would, but its orange-hued light was steadier and the glowing stone required no fuel. Emberstone had a long life and his torch would last years if he remembered to wrap it well when not using it.

Holding the torch up he saw that its light barely lit the distance from one side of the road to the next because of the thick ice fog. And as he stood trying to decide what to do next the fog only grew thicker.

“Won’t be much good to try and patrol in this…” he mumbled. He trudged forward a little more till he found a small clearing on the side of the road that was used as a resting area. There were places like this all along the road: patches where the thick underbrush had been cleared out and the ground was relatively flattened. Remnants of past fires could be found in them, or maybe even small makeshift shelters made of tree branches.

The trees above this small area gave natural cover, leaving the ground mostly free of snow. There was the chance this was a natural occurrence, but from the way the tree trunks were shaped and the branches of different trees were interwoven above, Teyl was fairly certain a druid had used their magic to shape this little rest area.

The night was young but already growing bitterly cold, the ice mist only adding to the chill he felt. It pressed in on him from every angle, filling his body with a damp chill that would eventually freeze him to the bone. He took his pack off and planted the emberstone torch in the ground, moving out into the illuminated forest to find some firewood. As he had hoped there was a pile of wood hidden under the nearby snow, collected and left by someone who had previously used the spot. “Hell,” he mumbled as he picked the wood up, “might even have been me that left it here.”

With an armful of wood in hand he sat on a large rock, obviously placed there to function as a makeshift chair, and began building a fire. Before using his flint to ignite the piled wood he had built up in the fire pit, he held his hands out above it. He mumbled a few words in an arcane language, watching as his hands glowed green for a moment before the green energy transferred down into the fire pit and soaked into the wood as it disappeared from view. The simple spell, one all the Rangers knew, would ensure that a single load of wood burnt all night and that the heat that came off of it was far warmer than its size would normally allow.

With a strike on his flint the kindling below the stacked wood ignited in green flames that quickly enveloped the wood, creating a large flame that quickly warmed his cold flesh. For a few minutes Teyl simply sat, enjoying the feel of the warmth from the flickering green flames chasing the chill from his body. He was just about to get to work building a shelter for the night when out of the corner of his eye he saw a light appear in the fog, down along the Border Road.

He quickly got to his feet and drew his sword, crawling into the shadows of the nearby trees, far away from the green light of the fire and his bright emberstone torch. It was the sworn duty of all Rangers to protect those that traveled Vulfrell’s roads, but this far north anyone met on the road was just as likely to be a bandit as an honest traveler. And bandits, knowing the Rangers were sworn to protect others from ones such as them, were in the habit of attacking Rangers on sight.

Keeping low to the ground he waited. The bobbing light slowly moved forward, casually taking shape. It was a traditional torch held in a cloaked traveler’s hand. The figure was walking in the center of the road, doing nothing to hide their advance. Bandits didn’t act like this… And the way the figure was dressed indicated they were no skulking bandit. They were either a mercenary or adventurer, although most Rangers saw little difference between the two types of travelers.

Crawling out from his hiding place Teyl got to his feet, brushing snow from his clothing. He stood tall, making it clear he held a weapon but not holding it up in challenge. “Ho!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the imposing forest around him. The cloaked figure froze where they stood, one arm moving to grab the hilt of their own sword. “I am Teyl Dati of the Vulfrellian Rangers. I watch over this road. Come forward and identify thyself.”

He watch as the figure relaxed, their hand falling from their weapon. “Ho!” a feminine voice called back as the woman began to approach. “I am Rothais Pianta. My legs are weary and my feet tired, may I join you at camp this night?”

It was the traditional exchange of strangers on the road, declaring they were both beings of honor and were to be trusted. Teyl put his sword back into its sheath and waved her over to his small camp. The stranger put her torch out in the snow as she approached, tucking it into her traveling pack then approached in shadow.

From a distance Teyl had thought the woman fat and under dressed for the cold, perhaps maintained by her significant bulk. But as she came into the light of his torch and fire he could see he had been mistaken. Under her green traveling cloak she had on many layers of thick furs that were more than enough for the winter cold that surrounded them. And although it was hard to tell for certain under all those layers, he suspected the woman actually had a rather petite figure.

“I’m glad I found you,” she said as she sat down on a rock near the fire, shivering as the green flames began to warm her body. “This fog seems to be growing thicker by the minute and I was starting to worry I would lose my way. The road is easy enough to follow in the day, but if the fog grew any thicker I might have missed a turn and found myself taking a side path and getting lost in the woods.”

She turned to Teyl and threw her hood back, revealing a young and pretty face with narrow, thin features. She had thick, dark eyebrows that made her large eyes look even bigger than they actually were. Her brown hair was cut short in the back but long in the front and would have covered her face if it hadn’t been pulled to the side behind her ears. As she spoke the hair on one side fell from ear, cascading forward and covering one side of her face.

Faint steam came from her mouth as she spoke, the fire not having had enough time to fully warm the air around it. The wisps of frozen water vapor drew Teyl’s attention to the woman’s mouth. It was small, but wide. Her lips were thin and narrow, yet compared to the rest of her narrow and small features they looked plump and inviting. He immediately felt himself grow hard as images of this woman using that pretty mouth on his manhood filled his mind.

He shook his head, chasing the mental images away. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I got lost in my own thoughts there for a moment. What were you saying?”

Rothais laughed. “Obviously! I asked if I could make camp with you for the night. I’d be more than happy to share some of my provisions with you,” she said, pulling her traveling pack off her back and setting it by her feet before reaching into it for some food.

He held up his hand. “There is no need for that! If anything I should offer you some of mine. I’m less than a day’s journey from the fort I call home. My guess is you’ve already been on the road for a long time and won’t have the chance to get new provisions anytime soon. Tell me, what brings you so far north? Does your destination lay further east along the Border Road?”

She began chewing on some provisos from her pack, stopping only after a few bites to answer his question. “No, I actually planned on heading north into the Great Northern Forest soon. I’m looking to explore some of the ruins that lay beyond. I was hired by the College of Magic to look for ancient artifacts to bring back to them at the capital for study.”

“So you are a mage?” Teyl asked, suddenly thinking he had misjudged the traveler.

“Oh no,” she said before taking another bite of her food. “I’m just an adventurer working for the new bounty they recently decided to pay for such artifacts.”

Teyl tried not to let the disappointment he felt show on his face. Rangers looked down on mercenaries and adventurers. Both groups had the skills and experience to keep Vulfrellia safe, and in fact most of their actions did just that. But mercenaries did it when paid, while adventurers… well, they worked for coin too, but seemed far more interested in the personal glory that came from their hectic and dangerous lifestyle.

For a time they sat in silence, Teyl pulling some provisions of his own out and joining her in the evening meal. Rothais seemed exhausted from her day of travel, happy to just sit and stare into the green flames of the fire. Her state of weary distraction was a good thing because Teyl was having a very hard time not staring at her pretty lips. He was certain that if she had noticed there would have been problems.

Once his stomach felt full he got to his feet and began building a shelter for the night, hoping to distract himself from the pretty young adventurer sitting so near. Using branches covered in thick pine needles he cut from nearby trees he weaved a kind of thick covering that he placed over skeletal framework made of thicker stripped branches. Together it formed a domed hut that sat low to the ground, just tall enough for a man to sit up in. The side facing the fire was left open so the heat from the magic infused flames could warm its interior. When finished the structure was big enough for both he and adventurer to spread their bed rolls in.

It would keep some of their natural body heat in while they slept, but on its own it wouldn’t be enough to keep them warm enough to survive the night if it grew any colder. Teyl stood between the hut waving his hands about and muttering another incantation. Using another simple cantrip he made it so the heat coming off the fire would flow mainly into the small hut, making the makeshift shelter more than warm enough no matter how cold the night grew.

“There we go,” he said, rolling his own bedroll onto one side of the hut. “It might end up being a little crowded in there, but it should keep the cold out.” He turned back to the adventurer and gave her a kind smile, waving at the side of the hut he had reserved for her.

She didn’t look particularly impressed. She was probably able to construct similar shelters if she was traveling out here on foot. But as she got to her feet and spread her own bedroll into the hut she did thank him for his work before sitting back down by the fire. She stretched, yawning. “I tell you what, I’m beat and looking forward to the warmth I can feel flowing in there, but I’m not yet ready for sleep. Sit down with me, Ranger, and tell me what you know about the ruins I’ll be heading off in search of once the sun rises.”

Teyl sat down across from her, filled with disappointment. He didn’t realize it till then, but he had been eager to get in the small shelter and spend the night sleeping close to a woman. Sure, he slept next to Anneyce like that when they went on patrol together, but he didn’t really think of her as a woman.

Consoling himself that he’d still end up sleeping beside the young beauty before long he made himself comfortable. “They are much like the ruins spread over the rest of Vulfrellia,” he began.“No one really knows who made them. Most are simply empty ruins of forgotten and abandoned keeps or outposts. Some are tombs, crumbling with age. There are some that hold ancient treasures, but those tend to be guarded either by defenses their builder’s left behind or monsters that have been drawn to the treasure hidden within.”

He took a deep breath then continued. “We Rangers tend to ignore them. Unless something sinister that’s attacked travelers has made home in a ruin we mostly pass them over on our patrols. And almost all of the ruins lay beyond the Border Road on the other side of the Great Northern Forest out in the Frozen Wastes. We rarely travel that far north unless it’s to chase specific prey. We are concerned with keeping things out of Vulfrellia, not with exploring those lands that lay beyond our borders.”

She nodded her head. “So you don’t know much about what lies in the Frozen Wastes?”

“Well…. Our patrols do take us there at times. As the name suggests it’s mostly a vast wasteland, hilly tundra covered in thick blankets of snow and rocky outcroppings. Little is to be found there other than the occasional ruin, at least until you get to the World’s End Mountains. Few Rangers have ever traveled that far north, and those that have rarely return. There are ruins there; you can see them from a distance built into the mountains. They are rumored to be haunted by ancient evils. But, well, you hear such tales about all places now abandoned and infrequently visited by people.”

While Teyl spoke Rothais sat and listened. He suspected he hadn’t told her anything she didn’t already know. He noticed that she hadn’t eaten beyond the first few bites of her food. He pulled his out again and offered some to her. She shook her head no.

“Please,” Teyl said. “I really think you should have some of mine.”

Rothais blinked then looked down at the food as if seeing it for the first time. “Well… okay, I suppose it would be prudent. You can resupply sooner than I can.” Teyl was surprised that she had changed her mind so suddenly. She had seemed determined not to accept the food he was offering.

As she reached out to take the food he noticed a strange ring on one of her fingers. He’d seen a ring like that before, been shown it while he was being trained to become a Ranger. His teachers had made all of the Rangers in training memorize the rings by sight, warning about what the enchantment placed upon such items did to those that wore them.

“Ring of suggestion,” he exclaimed under his breath.

“What did you say?” Rothais asked as she chewed on the food she had just taken. Obviously she hasn’t heard him clearly.

“Oh, uh… I was just admiring that ring on your finger.”

She held her hand up to the firelight and admired the ring. “Oh, this old thing? I found it in the treasure pile of a troll I slayed. I’d thought it was magic, but as far as I’ve seen it doesn’t do anything. Still, it’s pretty and since putting it on I’ve found myself unwilling to part with it. Somehow it just feels right to wear it. Strange that, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, “strange.” It was, in fact, not strange at all. Once on someone’s finger the wearer would be magically compelled to never part with the ring unless it was suggested they take it off or forcibly removed by another. As long as the ring remained on her finger the adventurer would be compelled to do just about anything that was suggested to her. Not commanded, but suggested. It was subtle but important difference. Upon being given a suggestion the ring would then work its magic on her mind, making her believe she agreed with the suggestion given.  With this knowledge in mind her taking his food after he suggested it a second time began to make sense to him.

His mind immediately filled with all the things he could do with an attractive woman wearing a ring of suggestion. His eyes rose from her hand to her mouth, taking in the sight of her lips once again. All he could think about was how perfect her mouth was for sucking cock, and he knew all he had to do was suggest that she come suck him off and she’d do it.

For a brief moment he started to steer away from the temptation. But then he remembered why he was out on patrol alone. Ilvuna had awakened the hungry sexual beast that he had managed to keep subdued inside him for the past few years. He felt it rumble to life, demanding he satiate its carnal hungers.

Besides, he told himself, no one would know about his actions. None of the other Rangers need ever know what he did with this adventurer or even that he had met her. And because of the ring she would think everything he suggest she do was her own idea, something she wanted as much as him.

“Why are you looking at my mouth like that?” she asked, a cutely perplexed expression on her face. The expression included a smirk that made her lips look even more delicious.

It was too much for him to bear. He had to have her, had to take advantage of the situation that had presented itself. “I think you should come kneel before me,” he said to her, sitting up straight and spreading his legs.

For a moment she stared at him, then slowly blinked. “Yeah,” she said softly, “yeah, I think it would be good if I came and knelt before you.”

Slowly she rose to her feet, throwing her cloak back. “Wait,” Teyl said, holding a hand up. “The fire is nice and warm now; I think it might be a good idea if you took all those layers of furs off before coming over here.”

Again she held still, staring ahead for a moment before blinking and beginning to move again. “You know, you’re right. I am getting rather hot. You did a good job enchanting this fire!” She began taking the furs off, tossing them towards the shelter, intending to use them as blankets later on.

Under the furs she wore a simple gray garment that clung tightly to her thin, fit body. It was sleeveless and low cut, revealing small perky breasts that looked to each be about a plump handful in size. He smiled, pleased at the sight and thinking they perfectly fit her petite body. With the furs removed and the cloaked pulled back all the skin from the top of her breasts up to her neck was exposed to the light of the torch and fire. Green and orange light mixed strangely on her bare skin calling to Teyl and making him grow hard with anticipation.

His eyes returned to her lips as she came forward and carefully knelt before him. She looked up at him, giving him another cute smile. Then she started to look confused. “You know,” she said with a nervous laugh, “I’m not even sure why I thought this would be a good idea.”

He knew he had to act fast, plant another suggestion before it occurred to her something was off. “Oh, I thought maybe you had found me attractive. I thought, maybe, that you wanted to come over here and pull my cock out of my pants. It might be a kind gesture of thanks to give me a blow job after providing you with warmth and food and shelter for the night.”

For a long moment she stared up at Teyl, her pretty features looking painfully innocent in that moment. Then she blinked and afterwards the corner of her mouth moved up into a sultry half grin. “You know, I think that’s a pretty good idea. You’ve done a lot to make me comfortable, now I’ll do my part to make YOU comfortable.”

She gave him a strange and distant look, as if she was in a dream and only half experiencing the world around her. Then she bent over, raising her hands to the crotch of his pants and beginning to pull it open. Slowly she pulled his cock out, holding it in her hand once it was out in the open. He was not quite fully erect, his shaft full and long but still spongy to the touch. Rothais held it in her hand, looking at it as if she wasn’t sure she wanted it in her hand.

“I think you want to feel my cock in your mouth,” he told her. “I’m pretty sure you NEED my cock in you, that you NEED to suck me off till I cum for you.”

Her head was turned down so he couldn’t see her face, but he imagined her blinking just before she began to speak. “Yes,” she said, giving his cock a firm squeeze, “yes, I need it…”

She then bent lower, lifting his cock up and taking it in her mouth. As soon as it was in her she closed her lips around him, sucking in and sealing them tight around his shaft.

Teyl moaned, growing all the way hard in her mouth. He let his head fall back and looked up at the trees above him. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, so long since he had felt someone take him into her mouth like this.

He placed a hand on her head, leading her movements as she began to bob up and down on his shaft. It was obvious she had done this before, but her technique wasn’t exactly what he preferred. She sucked well, making a perfect vacuum with her mouth around his fleshy shaft. But she moved her head up and down too slow for his liking. He placed a second hand on her head and helped lead her movements till they matched the speed he desired most.

With a shudder of pleasure he lowered his head back down and looked at the woman kneeling before him, watching her head bob up and down his shaft. He could see the top of her small breasts jiggling prettily as her body moved. The sight made him grow even harder and he knew right away he needed to see more of her tits. He let go of her head, happy to find she kept sucking at the steady speed he liked.

Reaching down into her tight top he grabbed her two small breasts and pulled them up and out of her shirt. They were just big enough to be pulled out, sitting plump and pleasantly misshapen on top of her shirt. She had small nipples, the areolas barely larger than the small hard nubs in their center. He pinched them each before returning his hands to her head, enjoying the surprised moan she made in response.

With his hands removed and her tits pulled out he simply watched the small mass of fatty flesh jiggle and flow while she continued to suck him off, the combination of the sight and feel of her mouth around his cock was more than enough to send him rocketing quickly towards orgasm.

Just as he began to ejaculate he pushed Rothais away from him, grabbing his cock and aiming at her tits. He groaned in pleasure as his cock convulsed and cum spurted out, splashing onto the exposed surface of her plump little titties.

“Thanks for not cumming in my mouth,” she said. “I do so ever hate the taste of cum.”

Teyl barely heard the words. He was staring down at the thick load of cum he had spread on her tits, watching it begin to ooze down the surface of her small breasts. He suddenly imagined Ilvuna’s massive tits covered in cum, not just his but multiple men’s seed. Enough to totally cover her massive titters. The mental image filled his insides with fire and ensured that his cock remained erect.

Rothais noticed this and laughed. “Why, ser Ranger, you’re still hard!”

“Yes,” he said, a sudden recklessness in his voice. “And I think you should let me do whatever I want to finish so I can stop being so hard.”

“I…” she started to say, then stopped and blinked. “Yes… anything you want, use me as you will. That sounds wonderful.”

“And,” he said, “I’m pretty sure if you think about it you will realize that you LOVE the taste of cum.”

She grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it absentmindedly as she pondered this. “You know, I think I DO love the taste.” With her free hand she took two fingers and collected some of the semen running down one of her tits and brought it to the mouth, sucking it off. Her eyes closed and she moaned in pleasure. “Mmmmmm, fuck, so delicious! How did I never notice before?”

Teyl’s eyes were focused on her lips as she spoke. He was no longer thinking of Ilvuna and her indecently large breasts, only of the woman before him and her perfect mouth. He grabbed a handful of hair with one hand and his cock with the other then shoved himself into her mouth.

He pressed himself deep into her mouth till he felt his cockhead bump against the back of her mouth. Even then he kept pressing forward, re-angling her head so he could enter her throat until he was balls deep inside of her. She began to choke and gag and tried to pull away but his grip was firm and he held her head firmly in place.

For a moment she pushed against his body out of pure instinct, choking and gagging on his cock the whole time. But after a few more moments she stopped struggling as much. The ring on her finger was working its magic. Teyl had suggested that she allow him to do whatever he wished to her and now she was allowing that to happen, convinced it was what she truly wanted.

Teyl got to his feet, still holding the adventurer’s head with both hands. He began savagely fucking her face, pounding his cock hard and fast into her open mouth and down her throat. She allowed him to do this, remaining on her knees before him, but she couldn’t help but continue to choke and gag as she struggled to breath around his cock.

Thick strings of saliva began to leak from Rothais’ mouth. They dripped from the sides of her mouth, running down her face and hanging off her chin. They ran down Teyl’s cock as well, running through the light hair on his balls and dripping from there as well.

Looking down at the sloppy mess brought great joy to Teyl. “It’s been too long,” he muttered. “This is what life is supposed to be, men fucking women. Men taking what they want, when they want.” As he spoke he felt another climax swell inside of him. With an aggressive, mean spirited grunt he pressed as deep into Rothais’ mouth as he could, cumming directly down her throat.

As soon as he was finished he stepped back from her, enjoying the feeling of his wet cock leaving her throat. His body wanted to collapse, his legs shaky with post-orgasmic weakness. But he willed himself to stay standing, looking down at the adventurer kneeling before him.

Cum and saliva leaked from her mouth, dripping down on to her small tits which were still pulled out the top of her shirt. Her eyes were teary and she was coughing and rubbing at her throat. She looked confused and dazed.

Guilt filled Teyl. He tucked his now soft cock back into his pants, quickly closing his pants. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he muttered. “This isn’t me, not anymore.” The woman kneeling before him seemed not to notice his mutterings. She seemed lost in her own mind, frozen in place as she stared blankly ahead while various fluids dripped from her face.

He took a step towards her, for a moment planning on confessing everything. Telling her what the ring she wore on her finger did and how he had taken advantage of her.

But then the wind began to blow and a distance voice came to him through the icy mist that surrounded them. The voice was feminine, yet deep and raspy and with a lyrically magical tone. “Tell her not the truth,” the voice whispered in his ear. “The truth will do her more harm than good. Besides, you’ve worked hard now for years keeping your animal impulses in check. Spend the night with her, taking whatever you want from this wench and making up for lost time. You deserve this and will find your body more than up for the task… then in the morning set her free, making her leave the ring behind.”

The words ran through his head, filling his mind and clouding his emotions. Yes… yes, it made perfect sense. He’d earned this night, and he’d make the most of it. In fact, he was positive that after so many years of celibacy he’d find himself able to fuck for hours straight. And in the morning he’d suggest to the woman that she leave the ring behind. In a way, spending the night fucking him was proper payment for his kind action of ridding her of the cursed ring.

“Come,” he said, looking down at the dazed adventurer and using his sleeve to clean some of the spit and cum off her face. “I think we should move to the shelter I built where it is even warmer. I think you’d like to get undressed and get comfortable and close with me in there.”

She blinked and began to rise to her feet. “Yes,” she said in a distant, dreamy voice. “I think I would very much like to get close and comfortable with you, but first I must undress…”


* * *


Duron Knot sat at one end of the large table in the dining hall, Anneyce next to him with Ilvuna and Joran sitting beyond her. Across the table from the four Rangers sat their two guests, a man and a woman. They were all eating and drinking at a laid back pace, the conversation light and relaxed.

The visiting man was tall with narrow features and sallow skin. He had sunken eyes and no matter the expression on his face those eyes always looked angry and disapproving. He wore fine purple robes with a satchel full of scrolls over his shoulder that he had refused to be parted with, even during the meal. Various magical amulets hung from golden chains around his neck, some tucked into his robes other left out for all to see. Everything about the man screamed “wizard”, and everyone in the room could feel the electric buzz of potential power that naturally flowed from him.

“Tell us again, good ser, what was your name?” Duron asked the wizard.

“Diagoras…” he said, pausing before adding his surname. “Trentin.” He puffed out his chest as he said the name, pride running through every syllable of the word. He seemed surprised that no one remarked at the revelation.

His companion, who was identified only as “Ysmene”, laughed. She was a thin, middle-aged woman that stood nearly as tall as the wizard. Her body was narrow and thin, but unlike her companion it was clear her frame was covered in tight wiry muscles. This woman was no wizard; she was a deadly warrior whose body was as much a weapon as the two swords hanging from her narrow hips.

She had long, fiery red hair that fell down below her shoulders and that was kept pristinely straight. Her facial features were narrow along with the rest of her body, her nose long and thin and pointed making her look like some kind of predatory bird.

But the most striking feature on the woman’s face was her left eye. A large scar ran down that side of her face, and it was clear that the blow that caused it had left her eye ruined. It was now a slightly misshapen orb, cloudy and pure white with no visible pupil. She must know that the sight made others uncomfortable, but she either didn’t care or enjoyed the sight of those she met averting their eyes from the ghastly display.

“The Trentin family is a big deal in the capital,” she said with a snicker. “He’s so proud to belong to the family, knowing that in most places uttering the name will be enough to open doors for him. Course, he tends to leave out the part about his father disowning him. Why else would a noble’s son have taken up mercenary work along with the likes of me? A young pup like this one wouldn’t normally take up with an old warhorse as ugly as me unless he was truly desperate.”

She laughed again after saying all of this. Duron was unsure what that laugh meant. Neither of the mercenaries were particularly young, yet neither was very old. He’d guess they were both in their late thirties or maybe early forties, although a hard life made them look a tad older. And Ysmene was far from ugly. If not for the gnarly scar and disturbing eye she’d have been a highly attractive woman that probably would have drawn the attention of most men.

Diagoras lifted his mug and took a slow sip, glaring at Ysmene as he did so. “I apologize for the crudeness of my companion,” he said as he put his mug down. “We’ve been weeks on the road with no company other than our own and I fear she’s forgotten her manners. Or simply never had them to begin with. Regardless, we both appreciate this food and the warm beds for the night.”

“Yes, yes,” Duron said, waving the thanks away. “Tell me, what brings two mercenaries such as you so far north? We don’t see your kind up this way very often.”

After taking another sip Diagoras proclaimed that he expected that would all be changing rather soon. “The College of Magic has put out a large bounty on artifacts recovered from the ruins north of Vulfrellia. Oh, I’m sure at first you’ll only see a few of us, but once we make it back to the capital with whatever we recovered and the other mercenaries and adventurers see how much coin we get paid there will be a horde heading this way hoping to follow in our footsteps.”

Duron furrowed his brow. “That… could be problematic. Anyone heading that far north will be certain to be stopping here, and until recently we barely had the supplies to feed ourselves…” his voice trailed off. He turned and looked at Ilvuna. “Is this why the High Commander sent so many supplies with you?”

She furrowed her brow in return. “Perhaps? I know I was sent north because you needed a healer. But it would make sense that this is why the outpost is being so heavily resupplied and reinforced. As the message I carried said, more supplies and Rangers should be arriving soon. I know there was even talk of sending an engineer up to look into turning this outpost into a stone keep like the ones to the south.”

“Oh!” Duron said, surprise on his face. “Ilvuna, this is information you should have told me before now! But, we can talk of it tomorrow in more detail after our guests leave.” He turned back to the wizard. “You will be heading out in the morning I assume?”

“Oh yes,” he said, his voice suddenly eager. “We want to begin exploring the ruins as soon as possible.” He placed an elbow on the table and leaned forward conspiratorially. “What can you tell us about them?”

He looked to Duron but it was Anneyce that answered. “We know that they are ancient, predating the founding of Vulfrellia. Some of them are small, empty tombs or long forgotten outposts of an ancient civilization. Although empty, all of these are dangerous, full of crumbling walls and hard to see patches of ice that one can easily fall on. And that is what lays in ones that various monsters and beasts haven’t decided to take up residency in.”

The man stared at Anneyce as if noticing her for the first time. He looked her up and down, seemingly judging her worth with a quick glance. He licked his lips hungrily, making the Ranger feel instantly uncomfortable. But when he began speaking she thought that his hunger was not directed at her, but rather the ruins they spoke of.

“And what of the ruins that aren’t simply empty tombs or forgotten outposts? What treasures lay hidden within them and what dangers guard those treasures?”

She shrugged. “We rarely enter them. Our duty is to guard the border from encroaching dangers. We mostly ignore the ruins unless some monster or beast that is coming south has made home in them. I’ve only ever entered a few, and those that weren’t simply empty seemed to be shrines built for gods now long forgotten.”

At this Ilvuna began to laugh. “Gods cannot be forgotten! The gods are eternal,” she said, stating it as if it was a fact that all knew.

Again Anneyce shrugged. “I’ve never been a very religious person. I trust in my bow and sword and the safety they bring and little else. But I can tell you that the symbols in those shrines, they are clearly religious embalms of gods I’ve never seen anywhere else in Vulfrellia.”

“Well, the answer is obvious isn’t it?” Ilvuna looked around the table, clearly flabbergasted that everyone else didn’t see it as plainly as she did. “The gods are eternal, but they can be changed over the ages. Why, legend tells that at one time the goddess I worship, Ynara, was a very different being. Before she embraced her true self and became the goddess of breasts she was a much less known goddess of purity and sexual chastity.”

Diagoras nodded enthusiastically. “I’ve heard this very tale as well. The priests of the god both Ysmene and I follow tell a similar tale of how he, ages ago, changed the parts of the mortal world he holds influence over.”

Ilvuna opened her mouth to speak but was cut off, overtaken by a sudden long yawn. When she was done she suddenly looked as if all the energy had been drained from her. She slumped forward, her massive breasts resting on the edge of the table. Her eyes drooped heavily and she looked as if she was having a hard time staying awake.

“I apologize,” she said sleepily, fighting off another yawn. “I think perhaps the day has caught up to me and that I need to retire for the night.”

She began to get up, and as she did Joran Whent, who had been sitting in total silence, jumped to his feet. “Please,” he said, draping an arm around her and helping her up onto her feet, “let me help you to your room.”

“Yes,” she said leaning against him and yawning once more. “I think that would be much appreciated.”

As they made their way to the door Joran did his best to hide the joy he felt.

While the other two Rangers watched their compatriots make their way to the exit Diagoras leaned in close to Ysmene. “Keep the Commander busy,” he whispered quickly. “I’ve decided I want to have some fun with the archer. I hadn’t noticed she was a woman, but now that I know I think I want to spend some time exploring her most womanly of parts…”

Duron was watching Ilvuna and Joran leave, confused by cleric’s sudden tiredness. He was thinking about getting up and following after them to make sure she was okay but he was distracted by a loud yawn coming from the wizard.

“You know, I think I’m rather tired myself.” He got to his feet, thanking Duron for the meal. “I’d like to retire to the guest house your small outpost has, but I fear I’ve forgotten which building it is.” He looked at Anneyce. “Would you be kind enough to show me the way?”

She looked at the Commander. Once Duron Knot nodded his approval she rose to her feet. “As you wish. I suggest you grab your cloak and furs though, even though we will be going just across the courtyard it will be quite cold out there.”

“Of course,” he said, grabbing his clothing and following the Ranger to the door as he dressed. He gave Ysmene one last meaningful look before leaving the warmth of the dining hall and following Anneyce out into the cold night.

As the door closed Ysmene cleared her throat. “Well I’m certainly not ready to retire to bed.” She leaned her chair back and put her arms behind her head, smiling at Duron. “So, Commander Knot, why don’t we continue our conversation? I believe we were talking of the gods.”


* * *


“This is a pretty thick fog that set in while we were eating,” Anneyce said as she led Diagoras to the guest house. She was glad she had lit the emberstone torches around the courtyard before joining everyone for diner.

“Is this mist a pretty normal occurrence?” Diagoras asked, not really caring about the answer. He simply wanted to keep the Ranger talking and distracted.

“I suppose. The ice fog rolls in from the Northern Wastes about once every week or so cutting off visibility for the night and leaving behind fresh hoarfrost. And it ALWAYS comes at night.”

Diagoras made a sound signifying his interest in the subject. “Is the mist natural?” he quickly added, hoping to keep her talking and distracted. Meanwhile, he reached into his collar and began pulling necklaces out, looking down at the magical pendants and emblems on them till he found the specific one he was looking for.

“I don’t think so,” Anneyce said. “Teyl, the Ranger that’s out on patrol, says the tradition in the village up here that he grew up in is that the mist isn’t natural. They tell the tale of an ancient queen frozen in the World’s End’s mountains that wakes once a week to breath her icy breathe down upon the world, but that’s always sounded like the kind of legend bored peasants invent to make their boring, simple lives more interesting.”

Just as she began to drone on about the mist the wizard found the pendant for which he was searching. The metal charm was a large, pupil-less white eye surrounded by red scales and topped with small demonic black horns. “Ah, yes,” Diagoras whispered under his breath, “my trusty old friend: the Eye of Baedor.”

He quickly lifted the chain connected to the charm from around his neck then grabbed hold of it and began rubbing the pendent on his crotch. Looking down he saw the white surface of the charm’s eye begin to glow red. He smiled, unafraid of the charm even though it was now activated. He knew its powers worked only on women.

He waited till they were nearly to the guest house then crept up right behind Anneyce. Holding the end of the golden chain attached to the Eye of Baedor he lifted the charm up high above the Ranger’s head then lowered it in front of her face.

“What—” she began to ask, startled by the sudden appearance of the glowing charm before her, but her voice cut off. Two beams of pink-red energy shot from the glowing charm into the Ranger’s eyes. As soon as the energy hit her she stopped moving, her body locking up as the charm froze her in place.

While still holding the charm in front of her face Diagoras walked around to stand before her. The charm continued to face Anneyce as if magically connected with her. Streams of glowing energy moved from the metal eye to her eyes which were wide open in surprise. The rest of her face was slack and expressionless, her mouth hanging dumbly open.

“That’s right,” Diagoras purred. “Let the Eye’s magic flow into you… feel it sapping your will away, leaving you a blank vessel unable to think and only able to obey men. And, I suppose as the only man around, I will have to take charge of you.”

He laughed cruelly, and as he did the beam of energy connecting the charm to Anneyce cut off. The Eye of Baedor stopped glowing, its magic having worked its charm into her. Anneyce, for her part, was left standing slightly hunched over. She was staring straight ahead, her wide eyes looking at nothing in particular.

“Now, my dear, its time you showed me some of this Ranger’s hospitality I’ve heard so much about. I’m in need of female companionship and because of my lovely magical charm you’re going to give me everything I want.” He put the charm back around his neck then slid an arm around the Ranger’s waist. “Come, my dear, let us enter the guest house and see how many ways I can think of to defile that body of yours.” Anneyce immediately began walking, but the blank, distant expression on her face stayed the same.

As the two figures entered the guest house Diagoras stopped for a moment and looked out at all of the other small wooden buildings in the outpost’s compound. He could see that lights were still on in the dining hall and knew that Ysmene would be keeping the Ranger’s young Commander busy. She could be a real pain in the ass at times but she always pulled through for him when it really mattered.

All of the other buildings looked to be dark. But then he looked closer and noticed one of the smaller buildings seemed to have a dim candle lit inside it. Quickly, hoping he hadn’t been seen, he moved into the guest house and closed the door behind him, one hand on Anneyce’s pleasingly plump ass.


* * *


After stumbling about in the dark cabin and managing to get Ilvuna to her bed Joran had lit a single candle. By the time its faint, dancing flame illuminated the small room the curvaceous cleric had fallen into a deep, sound asleep. For a few minutes he simply stood there, his body quivering in nervous guilt as he stared down at her.

He wondered if he should blow the candle out, afraid someone leaving the dining hall might see it and come investigate. But if he blew it out that would leave the small room in total darkness, and with the thick fog that had settled in outside the room wouldn’t even be lit by the torches in the courtyard. No, if he was going to do this he wanted to be able to SEE her. See what he did to her as he did it to get the most enjoyment as possible.

Again he began to quiver. He was full of doubts, no longer sure if he could go through with this. It was wrong to take advantage of a woman the way he planned. But then, just as he was preparing to turn and leave Ilvuna behind she moaned in her sleep, shifting slightly.

She had been lying on her back, her massive breasts resting upon her chest, barely held in place by the strips of white cloth that covered them. Somehow her slight shift caused one of them to slide free of the cloth; her fat, full, wide tit falling fully into view.

Joran moaned at the sight, almost doubling over as he felt himself growing hard painfully fast. As he righted himself the wind picked up outside, carrying the ghostly whispers of a female voice into his mind. The words were so faint he couldn’t make them out, and they seemed to carry a mental fog with them as they faintly echoed though his mind.

Next thing he knew he was standing next to Ilvuna’s bed looking down at her. Her clothes were gone, their meager fabric in a pile on the floor next to his feet. He didn’t remember striping her clothes off, but knew he must have been the one to do it.

For nearly three full minutes he simply stood, staring down at her naked form. Her body was even more delicious to look at when she was totally naked. Her breasts were magnificent, almost oppressively overwhelming in their size. They were so soft, their mass fluidly oozed down the sides of her torso as she lay flat on her back. Her waist was wide and thick and plump, he imagined the flesh there would be almost as soft as the fatty mass of her breasts.

And she lay with her legs spread open, her womanhood was revealed fully to him. He marveled at the bulge of her pubic mound, knowing it wasn’t normal that it had no hair on it but finding the sight pleasing. It allowed him to clearly see all the strange, cock hardening fleshy folds that seemed to be escaping from her slit. He’d never been able to see a woman’s labia so clearly. And there, at the top of her slit, was a little hood of pink flesh that he knew hid her clit.

As enticing as her pussy was his eyes were quickly drawn back to her breasts. They were what he wanted most. They were why he had slipped the sleeping draught into her drink. They were why he was here, in her room, preparing to have his way with her.

Joran blinked, having the strange sensation that time he couldn’t remember had passed again. He was still standing beside Ilvuna’s bed, staring down at her tits and watching them rise and fall as she breathed in her sleep. But something was different…

Looking down he realized that he was now naked and that his cock was hard and held tightly in one hand. He moaned in surprise as he realized he was stroking himself, his motions silky smooth from some kind of lubrication on his cock. In his other hand was a glass vial, one he recognized as being from the belt Ilvuna wore around her waist. He quickly realized it was full of the slippery oil that lubricated his cock.

The hand holding the oil began to shake. He looked from the vial to her breasts. Their mass was like two large fleshy teardrops hanging down the sides of her chest. He felt the oil drawn to them, felt himself moving as if controlled by some outside force.

He lifted the vial above her chest, tipping it over and pouring ample amounts of the oil onto each of her breasts. He then placed the vial on a nearby table, out of the way but within arm’s reach. Letting go of his cock he lifted both his hands up into the air, feeling as if they were being drawn to her breasts. The oil there needed to be rubbed into her flesh… he needed to rub it across the entire surface of her tits, making them slippery and smooth so he could better enjoy their mass.

“Forgive me, beautiful Ilvuna,” he said as he crawled up onto the bed with her, “and let me pray that you won’t remember any of this in the morning.” Even as the words left his mouth he was certain she wouldn’t be aware of anything he did to her. The potion he had mixed had put her into a deep sleep and NOTHING would wake her up till the morning.

He climbed onto her body, resting his bare ass on her lower abdomen, but keeping most of his weight on his knees. He knew he was a heavy man and didn’t want to squish her.

This left his cock resting on her stomach. He reveled in the warmth radiating from her body, especially onto the underside of his hard cock. The room was cold, although not so cold that he couldn’t handle being naked for a while. And Ilvuna was, as always, radiating heat. Not just where he touched her warm flesh, but out into the room around her like she was a flame that warmed the room around her.

For a time he sat, looking down at his cock resting on her stomach. Then he placed a finger on his shaft and began to slide it from side to side on the soft flesh of her stomach. His shaft was still slippery from the lube and it slid about with ease. He enjoyed the feel of his rigid hardness sliding against her plump flesh and sinking into her softness.

Before long he looked up, drawn back to the sight of her breasts. The oil he had poured on them had run nearly down their mass. Suddenly fearing to let even a drop of it go to waste he reached out with both hands, cupping the sides of her breasts and beginning to smear the oil over their surface.

As he placed his hands on her breasts he felt them sink into their flesh. He shivered, the feeling almost too much to bear. Her breasts were soft and pillowy, their flesh pliable. Yet as his fingers sunk into her softness he found a thick firmness in her tits center mass.

He began to rub the oil all over her breasts, massaging and groping at her tit-meat as he did. While he spread the oil across her large nipples her saw them begin to harden. The flesh of her areolas, nearly as big as the palm of his hand, began to pebble. Their flesh hardened into rippled ridges of raised flesh. The fleshy nubs in the center of her nipples, each as large as the end of his thumb, swelled and grew hard and erect as well.

That was too much for him. With a desperate moan of need he leaned forward and fell upon one of her tits, moving both hands to his target and gathering it in a tight grip. He lifted the meaty flesh in his hands to his mouth and wrapped his lips around her hard nipple, sucking with needy desperation as it entered his mouth. Her nipple was a mass of fleshy firmness in his mouth that seemed to swell and grow even more rigid as he sucked on it. He heard Ilvuna moan slightly, obviously enjoying the feel of having her nipple sucked on even though she was out cold.

He was also pleased to find that the shiny oil smeared over her breasts had no taste to it. He could feel its wet slipperiness slightly changing the texture of her flesh, but it seemed to neither add to or take away from the taste of Ilvuna’s bare skin.

Skin that he continued to suck on as if he were a hungry babe suckling at its mother’s teat. After almost a full minute he shifted, detaching from her nipple and moving to the other breast, grabbing it in both hands and pulling it to his face. Again he suckled for almost a full minute, moaning in perverse pleasure the whole time before detaching from her tit.

By then his cock was throbbing, so hard that it was filled with a painful ache. A large helping of precum had slowly oozed out of his cockhead, its thick sticky wetness having made a mess of the flesh it had been sandwiched between while he leaned forward sucking on her Ilvuna’s tits.

Again, he began to move as if controlled by some outside force. He felt himself sit up straight, shuffling up Ilvuna’s body so he sat just below her breasts. He then rose up on his knees and took his cock in one hand and with the other grabbed hold of one of Ilvuna’s tits.

He grabbed at the flesh just under her nipple, squeezing it and lifting it up towards his cock.  He then moved closer, placing his cockhead on her nipple. He grabbed hold of the base of his shaft with a tight grip then slowly moved his hand up, squeezing the tube that ran on the underside of his cock. He looked down and watched as even more precum leaked out the tip of his cock, oozing slowly down into Ilvuna’s hard nipple.

Then he began moving his cockhead form side to side, smearing the precum all over her hard nipple. He worked the slimy fluid out in a circle, rubbing it into the rippled flesh of her hardened areolas, moaning in pleasure at how good it felt to do this. The whole time his cock’s movement along her flesh was made silky smooth by the oil smeared over her tit.

And then the need to cum welled up inside of him. His cock was just too hard, his balls too in need of being drained. He shifted to the side, sliding his cock so it rested between her massive breasts. Reaching down under their fleshy mass he lifted them up, struggling at first to get a hold of their oil slicked bulk. But before long he had their soft mass pressed around his rigid hardness, his cock totally enveloped in her tit-flesh and no longer visible.

A moment later Joran Whent was fucking Ilvuna’s massive tits. He moved his hips, thrusting his cock into her breasts. “By the gods…” he muttered, sweat pouring down his brow. He had never felt anything so good, never been so happy in his life. He felt his body rocketing towards climax, his body ready to explode his seed in between her massive fleshy mounds.

But then something strange happened. His pleasure plateaued, his body unable to reach orgasmic release. He had no complaints about this, as it meant he could keep fucking her tits. But as the pleasure continued he felt an alien warmth flowing from her breasts, a warmth that seemed to increase his pleasure and fill him with a giddy strangeness.

He moaned again, overcome with sexual pleasure. Staring down at her tits he realized they were, in that moment, the most precious things in existence. They were not just large and desirable, able to bring more pleasure than he had ever imagined, they were BLESSED.

“Goddess be praised,” he heard himself say as he continued to fuck her tits, now with even more wild abandon. “Ynara be praised,” he added, the words coming to him out of nowhere.

The words just kept coming, flowing out of his mouth and led by an unseen divine intelligence he felt had entered the room and joined them.  “Praise be to Ynara, goddess of the fat tits and bringer of all mammary pleasure. May she bless this coupling, may it please her and our faith manifest in our sexual pleasure flow into her divine being. May this please her, and allow our worship to continue!”

As he finished the final words of the prayer he felt his cock erupt, his body finally able to cum. His whole body tighten as he came harder than he ever had in his life. He felt his cock convulsing as more and more cum shot out of him, far more than he had ever expelled at one time.

When it was over he saw what appeared to be a whole mug’s worth of cum oozing out form between the top of her tits, running down her upper chest and onto her neck. He let go of her tits, climbing off her body and getting to his feet to stand next to the bed. The amount of cum he saw on her chest boggled his mind. Had that really all come out of him? Was that even possible? Looking down he saw that his entire cock, shaft and balls, were drenched in the thick dripping fluid.

His legs felt weak and shaky and he felt temporarily empty inside. The emptiness was strange, as if he was lacking something he had always had but had never been aware of before. But even as he returned his attention to the mess of cum spreading down Ilvuna’s body he could feel that emptiness filling back up, feel whatever it was that had been siphoned from him returning.

He felt drained and confused. Where had those words come from? He’d never heard the prayer to Ynara, but he was certain that was what had come out of his mouth. Slowly it dawned on him that it was his faith that had been emptied from him, that the prayer and mammary intercourse, which had obviously been part of the prayer, had drained him of his faith and gone to keep the goddess Ynara powerful and immortal.

Joran stumbled back, overcome with what had just happened. Had it been the goddess Ynara that he had momentarily felt in the room with him? Had she been the shadowed figure that had appeared to him in his dream and been whispering things into his mind? It didn’t make sense to him that the goddess of breasts had been the one that had shown him how to mix the sleeping draught, been the one that had compelled him to use Ilvuna in this way. Why would a goddess do such a thing to one of her loyal followers? But if it wasn’t Ynara that had been influencing him…

It was too much for him to process at that moment. He got to his feet, realizing he had to clean Ilvuna up and make sure there was no evidence of what he had done to her. He grabbed a rag from a nearby table and moved to start wiping up the cum form her chest only to find it all gone. He stared, confused. Where had it gone? It was almost as if her skin had consumed the large load of semen, leaving no trace of it behind.

None of this made any sense. He started wiping the oil off her breasts, knowing at least that he could clean up. But as he wiped at her tits he started to grab and grope at them, not able to resist playing with them some more. And as he played with them he felt his cock begin to swell, slowly filling and hardening once more.

He needed to get off again. But he wanted it to be over quickly, afraid if he was in here too much longer he would be discovered. His eyes darted from her tits down to her pussy. If he fucked her, fucked her properly, he’d surely cum fast.

Quickly he scrambled up onto the bed, crawling on top of her. Her soft, full body felt amazing under his. Reaching down between their bodies he grabbed his cock and began rubbing it against her cunt, feeling his hard cockhead press into the folds of her womanhood. Her pussy was wet and the moisture lubricated his movements. He continued to rub his cock up and down until he felt it center in on her cunt-hole. It was moist and inviting, waiting to be filled.

With an unmistakably male grunt he thrust into her, her wet hole practically sucking him into her. A moment later he was thrusting in and out of her, fucking her hard and fast. He moved with desperate speed, as if he was afraid she would wake before he finished.

He placed his hands on the bed beside her and lifted his chest up off of hers, momentarily saddened to no longer feel the bulk of her tits up against his body. But this slight change in position made it so her breasts were free to move. He stared at them, watching their mass fluidly shift up and down. He fucked her harder, wanting to see her tits bounce more.

The feel of her warm cunt around his hard cock and the sight of her massive tits bouncing up and down her chest quickly pushed him over the edge. He groaned and came inside of her before collapsing limply down on to her body.

For a moment he laid still, his body rising up and down as she breathed under him. He felt his cock soften and then shrivel, shrinking out of Ilvuna’s body as it did. With a deep breath he got up, feeling even weaker than before but finally free of all sexual desire for the first time since waking from his illness.

Grabbing his rag he did his best to wipe away the small amount of cum that was trickling out of her cunt. He then pulled the blankets up over her before picking up her clothes and placing them on a nearby table, hoping she wouldn’t think their position strange when she woke.

As he dressed he was filled with shame. He knew what he had done was wrong and that if anyone discovered his actions he would pay a dear price. Yet… his coupling had been blessed by a god, he was certain of that. Didn’t that mean that his actions had been justified?

Before leaving he took one last look back at Ilvuna. She was so beautiful… her body so soft and inviting. He bit his lip, knowing this wouldn’t be the last time he would slip the cleric a sleeping draught. The temptation was just too much to deny. It filled him with even more immense shame, but he knew the events of this night were likely to play out again and again in the future.

Once outside in the thick fog he skulked back to his own one room cabin, peering from side to side and making sure no one saw him. The windows of the dining hall were still lit, and he could see the flicker of candle light in the guest house as well. But no one was outside in the courtyard to witness him leaving Ilvuna’s room so long after putting her to bed.

Joran believed he had made it back to his cabin unobserved, but he was wrong. Ynara wasn’t the only god that had turned their attention to the Northern Outpost that night. And a third force had watched over the events of that night full of perversions, manipulating almost all that transpired.


* * *


“The interesting thing is that I don’t even worship Baedor,” Diagoras was saying as he undressed. “You see, it’s not the faith of the wielder of a magical item blessed by a god that is important. No, it’s the faith of the one that CREATES such items that matters. I’m sure whoever created the Eye of Baedor I used to entrance you had an immense amount of faith in the perverted red skinned god. I thank him for his immense devotion, but I reserve all my faith for a different god. Of course, it cost me almost all of my inheritance to purchase and its use on a few virginal noble women was why my father disowned me, but I tell you it was worth it.”

As the wizard spoke Anneyce stood rigidly tall in the center of the room, staring blankly in front of her and not moving. She showed no sign that she heard the man speaking and if not for the sound and movement of her breathing she might have been mistaken for a finely crafted statue.

“The Eye makes it so its victim, that’s you by the way, must give total, mindless obedience to all men. Sadly the effects wear off after a few hours, the length depending on how strong the will of the victim is. And when they wake, well, they have no memory of what transpired while they were under. Most women are even so weak willed that their pathetic minds fill in the empty time with normal mundane memories.”

Once undressed Diagoras sat on edge of one of the beds in the room. His body was gaunt and hairy, his legs looking almost sickly thin. As he spread his legs he revealed a cock that seemed to match the rest of his body: even though it was flaccid it looked long and thin, the dark wiry hair on his balls as thick as that on his chest or legs.

“Come kneel before me,” he said to Anneyce. She turned towards him then walked across the room, her movements that of a mindless zombie. As she neared him she dropped to her knees before him, never ceasing to stare blankly ahead.

“Good,” he said, patting her on the head. He then leaned back, putting one hand on the bed behind him. “Now I want you to suck my cock till it’s nice and hard.”

Anneyce leaned forward, resting both her hands on his hairy legs and then took his flaccid cock in her mouth. She began to suck and slurp at it noisily.

“No, no, no, what the hell are you doing you daft bimbo?” He sat up straight and grabbed hold of her head with both hands, jerking it up and down. “Keep your mouth tight around me while you do it. Suck tight to seal you lips around my shaft, don’t just slurp at it like it’s a tasty meal you’re trying to inhale. Good gods woman, have you never pleased a man with your mouth before?”

As her head was moved up and down a muffled sound came from Anneyce’s mouth. Realizing her response was unintelligible she shook her head from side to side.

The wizard erupted in laughter. “Never sucked a cock before? How marvelous! I find your innocent inexperience enticingly charming. Why, I even think it’s enough to make me hard all on its own! Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m ready to be done with your mouth.”

Her hair was short, just long enough for him to grab hold of. He did so, using a firm grip to continue to lead her head up and down his now rigidly hard cock. It was thin, but impressively long. More than long enough that even a sexually experienced woman would have had to struggle to get its whole length into their mouth without gagging. And Anneyce was an experienced cock sucker, so as Diagoras bobbed her head up and down she began to choke and gag on him. Tears began to flow from her eyes and thick, thick half vomited spit leaked from her mouth and ran down his shaft into the thick hair on his balls.

“Listen to you gag and choke on my cock,” he said, reveling in the sound. “And you a mighty warrior, a ‘Vulfrellian Ranger’ vowed to protect our kingdom. Ha! You probably think you’re above servicing men this way, think your service to the empire makes you more than just a common slut. Well I tell you what, ALL women are sluts most just don’t know it.”

“You’re a slut,” he said again, righteous indignation filling his voice. He started pumping her head up and down with more force, seemingly unconcerned with the Ranger’s discomfort or even ability to breath. “You’re a slut,” he barked, repeating himself a third time. “Until today I assume you weren’t a good one, didn’t even know how to suck a man off, but I’m here to teach you.”

“You want to please me,” he said imperiously before continuing to ramble at her. “Remember as I jam my cock down your throat that a man is in control of you now, the way it should be. And not just any man, but a true noble born! Never should I have been disowned… if not for my bastard of a father I might have been on my way to ruling this pathetic kingdom. But now, now I find myself having to head into the frozen north to search for trinkets just to make enough coin to survive.”

He pressed her head down till her lips touched his balls. An explosion of chokes and gags erupted from Anneyce as she struggled to breath around the length of cock extending down her throat. But she didn’t try to push away from him, magically compelled to do as the man before her wanted. He titled his head back, closing his eyes and moaning in pleasure for a moment before letting go of her head, allowing her to pull away for a much needed breath of air.

Anneyce gasped, taking in great big gulps of oxygen as thick strings of spit were dripping from her mouth.

Diagoras gave the woman just enough time to catch her breath before he grabbed her head and forced her mouth back around his spit covered cock. “Your mouth is my property, at least for tonight,” he told her as he began making her suck him off again. “In fact, you’re whole body is mine.”

He leaned his head back again, moaning once more. “Gods, it’s been so long since I was with a woman other than that one-eyed bitch.” Lifting his head and looking down at Anneyce he smiled. “Oh, we fuck, don’t worry about that. We fuck almost every day. We fuck because we are both always horny and we fuck to worship our god, but I never get to really have my way with her. I know better… if I ever used the Eye on her and she found out she’d slit my throat after cutting my balls off and feeding them to me.”

“But the change,” he said, as if suddenly remembering the Ranger was being made to suck his cock, “the change is nice. Even if you are shit at sucking dick. Although really, a warm wet hole is all I need. I think I might even be having more fun using your mouth this way, isn’t that right you cum hungry slut?”

He pulled her head off his shaft, waiting for an answer. Anneyce simply stared blankly ahead, tears running down her face and more thick saliva dripping from her open mouth. “Say it,” he barked at her. “Tell me you’re a cum hungry slut!”

“I… am… a… cum… hungry… slut,” she said in a slow, mechanical monotone.

“Alright,” he said, pushing her away from him and getting to his feet, “I’m ready for a change.” He looked around the room, his eyes falling on a large wooden chest. He dragged it into the center of the room then grabbed Anneyce by the hair; half dragging her across the floor, half leading her there.

He pulled her to her feet then bent her over the chest. She was left draped over the chest, her torso resting on top of it, her knees on the ground on one side her hands on the other. Walking around to the front of her he grabbed her hair again and jerked her head up, jamming his cock into her open mouth once more. He stood fucking her face as she stared emotionlessly ahead.

After a few savage thrusts into her mouth he stopped. He grabbed his cock, holding it in her mouth as he groaned and came inside her. Cum seeped out around his shaft while he continued to groan, dripping thickly down her lips. A moment later he took a step back, pulling his cock out of her mouth. As he did even more cum came running out of her open maw.

With her ordeal seemingly over Anneyce lay perfectly still, body draped over the chest. Her mouth hung open, cum leaking from it as she stared dumbly ahead of her with the same unchanging emotionless expression on her face.

“You know, I didn’t even realize you were a woman till I heard you speak at dinner,” Diagoras said, standing before her with his now flaccid cock dripping a mix of cum and spit onto the floor below him. “Once I realized you WERE a woman I couldn’t help but notice your feminine beauty. Sure, you hide it with a man’s hairstyle and thick layers of clothing and furs, but its unmistakable once noticed.” He said this as he reached down groped at her chest, finding her breast through her clothing and pinching when he found one of her nipples, pinching HARD. Tweaking and pinching it, one and then the other one. Nice, long, hard pinches. Then he rolled them between his fingers as she moaned – a moan of pain but pleasure as well.

“Before you layered up to leave the dining hall I took a good look at your figure,” he said as he continued, starting to play with a ring on one of his fingers.  “Couldn’t make out much except for the fact you’ve got a nice, wide, thick ass. I was sure a tomboy like you has little to no tits, but that’s okay. I’ve never been a breast man, I’ve always liked asses. The bigger and thicker the better. That is why I give my faith exclusively to the god I worship.”

He stopped talking, giving the ring he had been fidgeting with a sharp twist. For a brief second it glowed with magical energy. He then groaned, as if in discomfort, but a moment later he stood suddenly tall with a refreshed expression on his face. Looking down he saw that his cock was once again standing tall and erect, his balls visibly larger as if they had been magically refilled.

“Ahh,” he said, sighing happily, “I love this fucking ring. An innocent thing like you, probably never seen one like this before. It’s a ring of Azel, you know, the dick god. Then again, maybe you don’t?

“Anyways, it’s a marvelous little magical item. Every day at dawn if you are wearing it the ring gains a magical charge. A man can then expand one of the charges to wash away all weariness and make his cock hard as well as his balls full. Why, with enough charges one could fuck for days!”

As he spoke he walked behind Anneyce. “But, sadly, we don’t have days. So with that in mind, its time to get to the main show.” He pulled her fur cloaks aside then grabbed hold of her thick leather pants. He pulled them down around her knees, revealing a second layer of cloth leggings obviously worn to keep her warm. He pulled these down too and dropped down to one knee, kneeling behind her – eye level with her sex for a moment as he eyed it hungrily.

Finally he stood, looking down at the Ranger’s exposed backside. Anneyce’s ass was as wide and plump as he had hoped. Diagoras whistled in appreciation. “You know, one has to be impressed that you can manage to keep such a thick, pleasing back side with the hard life you have up here.”

Grabbing her meaty ass cheeks he began to grope at her, squeezing them in his hands and enjoying their meaty thickness. As he did this he spread her ass cheeks apart and lifted her body up, revealing her pussy. Again he whistled in appreciation.

The hair on her vulva was thin and sparse and short. Her labia were small, barely visible until he placed a finger on one side of her slit and spread it open. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he said. Still holding her slit open with one hand he began sliding the tip of a finger from his other hand into her cunt hole. “Oh my, and so very wet! You really are a filthy little slut to get aroused by the way I was using you.”  He could feel her knees begin to shake and watched the sweat appear across the part of her back he could see as she turned her ankles out, opening her gash even wider.

He slid his finger deeper into her body, finding her cunt-hole slippery with moisture and easy to enter. “Ooooh,” he said, her back beginning to arch in response to his touch, “tight but not quite as virginal as I expected. Maybe you have a little more experience than I assumed. Well, let’s give you even more.”

With one hand he grabbed her ass and spread her cheek open, with the other he grabbed his cock and lined it up with her cunt. Slowly he entered her, cooing appreciatively as her soft wet insides enveloped his hard cock.  She let out a long, guttural groan in a way she had never done in her life.  Then she seemed to push back into him, matching his movement with her own.

“I bet you’re surprised I’m fucking your cunt,” he said, grabbing hold of Anneyce’s thick waist as he began to fuck her with intentional slowness. “I mean, I did go on about being an ass man. Bet you expected I’d fuck that puckered little asshole of yours. Well, don’t worry, I will. I just need to do it properly.”

For a moment he stopped talking, simply enjoying the feel of her cunt as he continued to fuck her at a slow and steady pace. “See, ever since becoming a mercenary I’ve worship Dethys. Oh, at first it was simply because he is the patron god of mercenaries and assassins, but I quickly discovered how enjoyable his favored form of worship is.”  He slid a hand around her body and began pinching a nipple through her clothing again, hard and without mercy.  She let out another deep moan, arching her back a bit.  He rolled the nipple hard under his fingers, pinching it more firmly.

Diagoras picked up his pace, thrusting into Anneyce a little faster. For a time he stopped talking again, simply grunting as he fucked her ever faster. Finally he began to peak towards his second orgasm of the night. Just before he came he pulled out of Anneyce’s cunt, grabbing his cock with one hand and spreading her ass cheek wide open with the other.

His cock convulsed in his hand and began to spurt cum. He aimed his cock like a weapon, ensuring his thick load of semen landed on the Ranger’s asshole. Once he was done he sighed in satisfaction, holding her ass cheek open and watching his large, thick load of cum slowly run down her asshole then down over her taint and towards her cunt.

He let go of his cock and grabbed hold of the ring of Azel, giving it a twist. Again there was a momentary burst of magical energy, and when it was gone the wizard’s cock was once more standing erect.

With his cock hard he grabbed hold of it and stepped closer to Anneyce, pressing his bulbous cockhead into the cummy mess covering her asshole. “And now I shall worship Dethys the way he prefers: by fucking a woman’s ass, lubricated by a man’s seed.”

Slowly he began pressing his cock into her asshole. Anneyce groaned slightly in pain as he entered her, moving away from his hard member. He stopped, pulling back out all the way then pressing back into her and entering a little further. He repeated this process over and over, entering her just a little further each time. Her body was trapped against the dresser, unable to escape his slow invasion into her tightest of holes.

He didn’t do this to ease the pain of his cock entering her tight plump ass. He cared not if he hurt her and knew she’d have no memory of it if he did. No, he was simply trying to work as much of his cum into her asshole as possible, knowing this pleased his god.

After a time he finally had the majority of his long cock inside of the Ranger’s ass. Now that her tight hole was stretched out around his shaft he was able to start fucking her properly, his movements in and out of his body lubricated with his own cum.

Grabbing hold of her ass and leaning into her he began. At first he just grunted with pleasure, enjoying the way Anneyce’s initial whimpers of discomfort melted and became moans of pleasure. But as time passed and he started to rise towards orgasm for the third time that night he began reciting the prayer to his god.

“Praise be to Dethys, god of the two knives. May he bless this cock as it enters this woman’s ass. May the pleasurable pain and tightness of our coupling please him and the faith manifest in both our sexual pleasure flow into his divine being. Seeing this ass fucking, may Dethys be pleased, noting my seed being pressed into her hole. May he give me his blessing in exchange for our faith and sexual pleasure.”

As the wizard finished the prayer a third presence was suddenly felt in the room. A warm glow filled both the figures just as Diagoras began to cum in Anneyce’s ass. He let out a long, deep male groan of satisfaction enjoying the feel of cumming in the Ranger’s ass as well as feeling his god’s blessing flowing into him.

He pulled out of her, his cock still semi-hard and dripping cum. With a wide grin of satisfaction on his face he walked around to the front of her, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her head up. “Suck me clean,” he told her. She began doing as she was told, the same blank expression still on her face. Her lips wrapped around his dripping cock, licking and sucking all of the cum and taste of ass away. Her head bobbing in the light of the candle, her body bouncing up and down as he commanded.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice suddenly tired. “That will be enough.” He stumbled back, falling into one of the beds. “Now clean yourself and pull your britches up. After that let yourself out and go back to wherever you sleep. Go to bed, and by the time you wake up this will all be forgotten.”

He rolled over and pulled the blankets on the bed up over himself. His eyes began to close, but then they shot back open. Sitting back up he looked at Anneyce, a mischievous grin on his face. “Tell me, Ranger, I used you exactly as I wanted. I fucked you till my cock was soft and sore, surely something no man has ever done before to you. Even though you never came I want to know the truth, did you enjoy it?”

There was silence in the room for a long time. And then Anneyce responded quietly with a single word, her voice full of emotion for the first time since the Eye of Baedor had been used on her. “Yes,” she said, shame ringing through the word. The sound filled Diagoras with pleasure as he lay back down and drifted off to sleep.


* * *


“And your god, Dethys, is worshiped by mercenaries and assassins both?”

“Oh yes,” Ysmene replied. “He is the god of the two knives and his blessing gives speed, stealth, and prowess in combat. Those are things that are useful in both of those professions.”

Duron Knot raised his eyebrow. “And which are you? Assassin or mercenary? Have you perhaps misled us valiant Rangers, lulling us with tales of an expedition into the ruins north of here when in reality you have been sent to kill us in our sleep?”

For a moment Ysmene thought the Commander of the Rangers was being serious, but then he erupted into laughter. She quickly joined him.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he fought to control his laughter. “I’m enjoying this, talking with good humor with someone who is not honor-bound to follow my every command. It’s been a long time since I had simple, honest conversation like this. I really appreciate it.”

He turned and looked out one of the dining hall’s small glass windows. “Ah, it seems another thick fog has rolled in… I suppose everyone else is asleep by now. Perhaps I should go and check on them, make sure everyone is—”

“Why bother?” Ysmene said quickly. “As you say, everyone else is surely asleep by now. You don’t look tired, and I am enjoying our conversation as much as you.” She leaned in, a good humored and playfully conspiratorial expression on her face. “Between you and me I can’t stand that creep Diagoras. I’m overjoyed just to be spending the evening talking to someone without having to see his ugly, sallow face looking back at me.”

Duron could tell that although her tone was playful she was only half joking. “Why do you travel with him? It’s clear you don’t fully approve of him,” he asked.

Ysmene leaned back, shrugging. “He’s a powerful wizard. I’m good with my blades, but there are some threats no amount of knife work or swordsmanship can vanquish. We’ve also grown accustomed to watching each other’s backs after working together for so long.” With another shrug said, “He’s reliable. Amongst mercenaries that’s a rare find.”

“And,” she started before stopping to choose her words carefully. “And,” she began again, “he might have been cut off from his family fortune, but he spent a good deal of his inheritance before he was disowned. As you saw, he’s got a hoard of magical talismans and charms that he wears around his neck. They’ve saved my life many times,” she said, not mentioning the fun she knew one of them was, at this very moment, allowing him to have with the Ranger that had escorted him to the guest house.

Their conversation continued. At one point Ysmene pulled out some dice and they began playing games of chance. It was clear that Commander Knot hadn’t taken part in such frivolous fun in a long time.

As time passed she thought about trying to seduce the Ranger. He was young and strong and more than attractive enough to keep her entertained for a night. But she had seen how he talked to the cleric: he had been all business and had shown no hint of lust in his young eyes when looking at her. If he was able to ignore the carnal temptations of that fat-titted harlot masquerading as a Ranger then surely he’d be able to resist her own meager charms.

Besides, she was sure such an honorable man would certainly be above mixing sex and religious worship, which would be what she was after. And even if he had been willing to mix sexual congress with worship of the gods she imagined he was too straight laced and boring to be into any kind of anal play. She imagined the very idea would have scandalized a man like him.

It never occurred to Ysmene that Duron Knot was simply good at keeping his true emotions hidden. He was, in fact, struggling to deal with the way Ilvuna’s arrival had reminded him that he was a man with sexual urges and needs. If Ysmene had only asked she would have found that the Commander of the Northern Outpost would have been more than eager to explore new sexual situations with her, especially ones mixed with the worship of gods.

But she never asked. Instead they talked late into the night, long after everyone else in compound had finished their sexual shenanigans and headed off to their individual cabins. When their bodies had both finally demanded sleep they had said a kind farewell, parting at the door of the dining hall without so much as a handshake.

Duron expected to see the mercenary in the morning before she went on her way, but he’d not see the woman then. By the time he and the other Rangers woke the duo would be gone, sneaking off well before dawn. Duron WOULD see Ysmene again, but by then both of them would be very changed people.


* * *


Teyl was uncertain what time it was. The thick fog still hung to the world outside the small hut he and Rothais Pianta lay in. The enchanted fire still burnt bright and warm, its green flames keeping them warm. They lay together, naked under the pile of fur cloaks they were using as blankets. Both their bodies were sticky and moist from perspiration and various sexual fluids.

He had no idea how many times they had fucked. The night had left him stunned by just how many times he had been able to perform. He had always been a man with strong sexual appetites and it seemed those hungers had been gathering in him over the last few years of celibacy, simply waiting to be unleashed all at once.

Once the initial burst of sexual energy had been expended, energy that had come as much from Rothais as had come from him, they had spent a few hours drifting in and out of sleep frequently waking to find one of them climbing on top of the other or perhaps using their mouth down below to begin things again.

The young adventurer had thrown herself into the sex with enthusiasm that had surprised him. Part way into their lustful unleashing of mutual bent up sexual energies he realized he might not have needed to take advantage of the magic ring she wore to have ended up sharing so much physical intimacy with her. She was an incredible partner, eager to please while knowing exactly what she needed to get her own pleasure. In fact, he was fairly certain she’d cum more than he had.

She lay next to him facing away from him, her body pressed back against his. He reveled in her warmth, the softness of her back against his chest, the feel of her firm perky ass up against his soft manhood. The small shelter they lay in reeked of their coupling, a thick miasma of unmistakable sexual smells. He knew that his cock would reek of her cunt for days. He looked forward to the way that scent would waft up at him every time he had to pull his prick out to piss over the next few days.

As he thought about her pussy, tight and wet and oh so delicious to taste, he felt his manhood begin to swell slightly. For a moment his heart began to race in anticipation, hoping he had one more go in him. But then the soreness in his manhood made itself known and he knew he’d be unable to get another erection for some time.

Even though there would be no more sex he was desperate not to pull away from Rothais. Instead Teyl moved closer to her naked body, sliding an arm under her and reaching around to gently cup one of her small plump breasts. She cooed slightly in her sleep and pressed back into him, but made no sign that his touch had woken her.

He had felt guilty when they had first begun, when he had taken advantage of the ring of suggestion she wore. It hadn’t stopped him, but it had filled him with shame. Only after discovering the young woman craved sexual release nearly as much as he did had the guilt mostly abated.

“I have to tell her about the ring,” he whispered quietly to himself. But no… no, he couldn’t do that. It would spoil their night, perhaps even anger her to the point of violence against him. But he couldn’t let her keep the ring, not knowing the kind of danger it put her in. The very thought of another man taking advantage of her the way he had filled him with a primal, jealous anger. He thought hard, trying to decide what to do.

Finally he settled on a plan of action. He carefully slid his arm out from under her and forced himself to pull away. She made a sad sound in her sleep that nearly tempted him to abandon his plan and return to bed with her, but he made himself push past the temptation.

Quietly he had dressed, careful not to wake her. He slipped out of the hut, collecting up his gear and preparing to leave. The mist was still thick, but he’d be able to find his way back to the outpost through it if he was careful and used his torch. Besides, he was fairly certain it would soon be dawn and the mists always seemed to melt away as the sun rose.

Before leaving he crawled back into the hut, leaning over the sleeping adventurer to give her one final kiss on her soft cheek. She moaned appreciatively, smiling happily as her peaceful slumber continued. Before he pulled away he carefully reached down to her hand. Slowly he pulled the magic ring off her finger. He hoped she’d think it had gotten lost in the night, but feared she’d think he had absconded with it. If they ever met again he vowed to tell her the truth, hoping she would understand everything he had done.

Giving her one last longing look he crawled out of the small hut and got to his feet. The fire was finally beginning to die down, which meant the sun would rise within the next ten minutes. He wanted to be gone by then. But first, he needed to get rid of the accursed ring.

Clenching his fist around it he prepared to toss it out into the dark of the woods, knowing that such a small thing would almost certainly never be found in the deep snow. But before he acted the wind began to blow, bringing with it a distant voice he only half heard.

“You must bring the ring back to the Northern Outpost with you,” a husky female voice whispered to Teyl. For a moment he stood still, confused by the unnatural sound of the distant voice. The words echoed in his head like a dark shadow, momentarily enveloping his mind.

He blinked, having forgotten that he had ever heard the voice. He looked down at his clenched fist and realized how foolish he had been. One couldn’t abandon a powerfully magic item like this!

Instead of throwing it off into the darkness he tucked it into his pocket and then started his journey back to the Northern Outpost. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would do with it. He thought about perhaps presenting it to Commander Knot and letting him decide what should be done with the ring, but immediately abandoned that idea.

No, now that he had broken his vow of celibacy he knew he could never go back to living without those pleasures. He’d keep the ring to himself for now, saving it to place on a woman’s finger when he had need of release.


* * *


Rothais woke with a long yawn. She was aware of the fact that the small shelter was much colder than it had been when she had passed out. Before opening her eyes she could tell that the magical fire had finally died out and that the sun was now shinning, having burnt off the thick fog that had filled the night.

She knew she’d need to quickly get dressed, but before that happened she wanted to wake the man who had shared the night with her with a kiss. He’d been marvelous, the first man that she’d ever encountered who was able to keep up with her sexual appetites.

But when she rolled over she found that the Ranger was gone. Her heart began to race as she jumped into a primal state of defense. Her heart racing, she quickly rolled back over and reached for her sword, drawing it from its scabbard and preparing for danger. But peaking out of the small hut she saw no sign of a struggle or any danger. All of the Ranger’s gear was gone. He seemed to have simply left sometime before dawn.

Once she was dressed and ready to face the cold morning it occurred to her that he may have simply needed to return to his duties. For a time she sat eating breakfast, smiling at the memories of the previous night and fondly thinking of the Ranger. Her body, especially her pussy, was pleasantly sore. When she stood she felt wetness begin to leak from her cunt, running down her thigh with a cold dampness that sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine. She loved the feel of a man’s seed leaking out of her, especially since she wore a pregnancy ward around her neck.

While thinking of that charm her hand absentmindedly moved to the ring on her finger. She stopped, looking down to confirm that it was gone. Quickly she returned to the small shelter, crawling back into it to look for the ring. There was no sign of it.

Crawling back out of the hut she began to ponder the rings disappearance. Where could it have gone? Did the Ranger take it? She abandoned this idea almost immediately. The Rangers were well known for their honor. And although she had doubted the man’s honor early on in the night when their initial coupling had been strange and one sided, she had fully trusted him by the end of the night. He had been too passionate and giving sexually to have been false.

No, the ring must have fallen off during their night of passion and been lost in the nearby snow, or pressed down into the dirt under their bedrolls. She thought about crawling back into the small shelter to look again for the ring, but decided not to bother.

She had thought it magical when she found it, but the damn thing had never shown any hint that it granted her any powers other than the vague sense that it was valuable an important to keep on. Thinking back on her life since finding the ring she even began to wonder if the thing had been cursed. She’d made a lot of bad decisions since finding it and if it had been cursed that would have explained the compulsion to keep it on.

With a shrug she abandoned all thought of the ring. She finished packing up her gear and then prepared to continue on her journey, eager to make use of the daylight as she began her search for treasure filled ruins.

As Rothais began to leave the small camp that had kept her warm through the night she wondered if she’d run into another Ranger on her northern adventure. She hoped if she did it would be the same man, and that they’d have the chance to share such passions again. She figured she’d have few other chances to sate her nearly insatiable sexual hungers.

If only she’d known how wrong she was and how drastically the forthcoming sexual encounters would change her life. Perhaps if she had known she would have turned back, abandoning her quest for treasures. But the forces at play in the north had plans for her.


* * *


Joran Whent had returned to the Northern Outpost in time to join the other Rangers for a late breakfast. They all sat together in the dining hall, the group oddly subdued and quiet. Each of them had heads filled with memories of the previous night or deep important thoughts that pertained only to them.  Most of them had shaking legs and sore crotches, each not knowing that they had shared similar passions from the night before.

Duron Knot was thinking fondly of Ysmene, wishing he was able to converse so pleasantly with the Rangers under his command. But as their Commander he had to keep things professional, he knew that. The night had left him longing for the friendship of a peer.

He was also filled with regret that he hadn’t made a pass at Ysmene. Sure, she had been significantly older than him, but once he had got used to her frightening eye he had found her quite attractive. Her thin, well muscled body seemed the exact opposite of Ilvuna’s. Now that his libido had been awoken he found himself wanting to explore how sex might differ between partners and he could think of no one that would be as different from Ilvuna as the mercenary had been. And he figured that an older woman would be able to show him even more things that he had never thought of doing, the way the young Ilvuna had.

He let out a sigh and aimed a look of regret down at his morning tea. He’d just have to be more daring the next time another female traveler came through the outpost.

Joran Whent was also staring down into his morning tea, watching the steam rise from the mug and thinking about what he had done the night before. He had never known such pleasures and never felt such guilt. Even with the guilt churning his stomach he was pondering when next to slip the sleeping draught into Ilvuna’s drink. He’d need to wait at least a week. Or perhaps, he thought, only a few days. Surely he’d need to let a full day past at the very least, that was certain.

A sudden impulse overtook him, causing him to look up. His eyes fell upon Anneyce. It occurred to him then that the Ranger sitting across from him was also a woman. He realized that he’d never really thought of her that way, always thinking of her simply as the others at the outpost did: as their archer. But now that he was really looking he could see past the man’s haircut she wore to the feminine features he had missed that were present in her face. Actually observing her he realized that she was strikingly beautiful. Yes, her facial features were somewhat boyish, yet unmistakably feminine.

He began wondering what kind of body she had…

She always wore so many layers of clothes and cloaks that he didn’t even know if she was thin or fat like him. The sudden mystery of her body was alluring. Was she flat chested, or did her layers of clothing hide impressively sized breasts like those of Ilvuna? He could think of only one way to find out, realizing that perhaps her drink would need a sleeping draught slipped into it as well.

“Yes,” a voice whispered huskily and distant in his mind. “Have your way with the archer. Then lead her to me… take her north through the forest and through the wastes…”

Joran shook his head, chasing the voice away before it could finish what it was saying. As it left he thought he heard mocking laughter in his mind and saw a brief mental glimpse of a tall female figure, purple tentacles slithering up her long legs.

“No,” he muttered to himself. “Won’t listen to that one…” He was certain now that the voice he had been hearing in his dreams and mind was not Ynara. He knew not what it was, but was determined to ignore it from them on.

Ilvuna noticed the fat alchemist mutter under his breath but didn’t hear what he had said.  If it had been important he would have spoken up, she realized, and gave it no more thought. She looked around the table. Everyone else seemed deep in thought and tired.

She didn’t understand why, she had slept like the dead last night and woke not only more rested then she ever remembered being but also overflowing with the holy light of her goddess. Everyone had told her that life at the Northern Outpost would be tough, but so far it seemed like the easiest job in the world.

Sure, there was talk of the monstrous Ice Wolves returning, but she’d yet to see any real evidence these beasts were actually back. At first the mention of the monsters had made her afraid, but she had quickly decided that even if packs of the beasts did wander far enough south to be a threat the other Ranger’s could easily handle them. And, she thought, if pressed she could add her own silver war hammer to the fight. Glowing with absentminded satisfaction, her momentary fears having left her mind, she sipped at her morning tea.

Anneyce looked at Ilvuna with concern on her face. The cleric seemed to be at total ease, oblivious to how tough life could be at the Northern Outpost. Her time here had so far been simple and easy, no real threat facing either the outpost or her personally. And she’d yet to go out on patrol to face the potential dangers that filled the land around them.

The Commander seemed happy keeping the cleric at the outpost and this angered Anneyce. Even the fat alchemist went out on occasional patrols and he barely knew how to handle a sword. Ilvuna was only a cleric but she had bragged frequently about how skilled she was with her silver war hammer.

Anneyce decided that after the meal was finished she’d approach the Commander and demand Ilvuna be sent out on her first patrol soon. She planned on volunteering to be the one to go with her. Then Ilvuna would see the dangers that they were stationed here to fend off, all while Anneyce could make sure she didn’t die in the process. Hopefully, though, Ilvuna would prove as adept in battle as she was at healing and Anneyce would have no need to save her life.

And she’d need to suggest the cleric change her clothing… She understood the woman wasn’t cold, but it was indecent to go about in such a revealing outfit! Didn’t Ilvuna notice the way the other Rangers looked at her? She was distracting them all with her overt sexuality and open display of her body. Anneyce knew that no good could come of it, that no good EVER came of things of a sexual manner.

The archer shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable. She didn’t understand why, but she had woken up to an unfamiliar pain in her… well, in a private place she liked to think of even less then her womanhood. Once she had adjusted the way she was sitting the pain seemed to subside slightly, but by then she had lost her train of thought.

Meanwhile Teyl hummed quietly, happier that morning than he had been in years. He had been a fool to take the vow of celibacy. He understood why he had done it, perhaps even knew it had been what he had needed at that point in his life to get past the dark mistake he had made. But now, after the night with Rothais, he knew he could never go back to going without those pleasures of the flesh.

He didn’t know when he’d be with a woman again, but he was certain it wouldn’t be long. If no women made their way into his presence in the near future there was a highly fuckable woman sitting at the table with him. As he thought lustfully about Ilvuna he absentmindedly reached into his pocket and began fingering the ring of suggestion.

Hell, he thought, even if she wasn’t present there was always Anneyce. She was a woman, although he’d never really thought about the skilled archer that way. But now that it was on his mind he could see that she had a certain boyish prettiness about her. And he had no idea what kind of body lay hidden under her layers of cloaks. In the end, though, that didn’t really matter. He liked women of all body types, and if he was ever desperate enough to need to fuck her it wouldn’t matter what kind of body she had. All he’d need from her was a warm cunt to bury his cock in.

Teyl hummed louder, thinking about how amazing it felt to be inside a woman. He was unaware that the melody he hummed was one he had never heard before. The tune seemed to be playing in his head, a sound that he didn’t consciously notice was filling his mind.


* * *


The melody playing in the Ranger’s head was that of a song no mortal had heard for many an age. But it had been popular in the court of the Nameless Dark Queen, one of her favorites. It was through her voice that the tune was carried into Teyl’s head, an accidental incursion into his mind as she used her magics to observe the Rangers and read their thoughts.

Her powers were still weak, but they grew stronger every day. And even weakened as she was, she still had the power to enter their minds and influence their actions. The Rangers had already begun to dance to her mental manipulations and she was confident that with time they’d all fall to her influence.

She’d found the Ranger Teyl’s mind was almost laughably easy to enter and manipulate, just like the fat alchemist. But some of the Ranger’s minds still resisted her direct manipulation. She had not yet been able to enter the Commander’s mind, and the cleric was for the time protected by the blessing of her goddess. Then there was the Archer, her innocence and strong will formed a psychic barrier that was like a wall of iron. But she already was plotting ways to corrupt and compromise them through others actions. What she observed last night was a key to breaking that one.


* * *


As the Rangers were blissfully unaware that they were being watched over by the Nameless Dark Queen, so too was the sinister figure unaware that she was in turn being watched by a growing number of divine beings. Their ethereal presence was gathered in the aether above the Northern outpost as they observed what transpired below them.

“Eczotl’s presence hasn’t been felt this strongly in Alaria since before The Corruption began to spread,” one of them said.

“Yes,” another of the beings responded. “The swarming mass that hungers could throw all of our plans into disarray. We’ve worked hard to spread The Corruption to many of the other gods. And we’ve convinced the other’s that the changes seen in them are nothing to be alarmed of, that their new fixation on sexual pleasure and perversion isn’t a sign of anything deeper going on. Most have even forgotten what The Corruption is and how they once worked to imprison those of us infected with its power.”

“But Eczotl, this dark god’s perverse hunger… it could make the other gods untouched by The Corruption suspicious of those that have become overtly sexual in their divine existence. If Eczotl’s hunger is allowed to grow unchecked and the other gods turn against him and his followers—”

“Then a war could begin and we might be lumped in on his side,” one of the others said, finishing the thought. “Or worse, they could realize our plan to spread the infection to all of them.” There was silence then for a time.

“We of The Corruption are not like Eczotl, we are not evil,” a voice said, breaking the silence.

“Good and evil are mortal inventions,” one of the voices said quickly. “We divine beings, even those that were once called demons by the other gods, we are above such matters of mortal morality.”

“Maybe,” another voice said. “But if there is evil, it can be found in Eczotl. He is not like us, not like the other gods. In our eons of existence have any ever walked with him? No… We’ve never even seen his chosen form or heard his voice. Only his followers commune with him. All we’ve ever seen or heard or felt is the vast never ending hunger that desires to be released into Alaria so as to consume it. One cannot even say that Eczotl exists on this plane the way we do, his presence is only an incursion from some other place we cannot see or touch.”

There were mutters of agreement.

“So what is to be done?”

Again there was silence.

“I think…” one of the voices began, hesitant and stopping for a moment before starting back up. “I think we will need to temporarily abandon our personal goals and hedonistic pastimes. We must put on hold the spreading of The Corruption to the other gods. We must turn our attention to this small northern outpost in this insignificant kingdom and fight the growing influence of Eczotl’s reawaken agent. Her power will only grow as she re-establishes her connection with her dark god. During that time we must gather forces that have the ability and power to oppose and vanquish her.”

Once again there were mutterings of agreement.

“Then it is decided. Let us begin to do what we can.”

It was then that Ynara, who had till then remained silent, spoke up. “It was the presence of my power that awoke Eczotl’s agent, and I feared this crisis would fall upon us from the very start. I have already set pieces in motion to oppose this Nameless Dark Queen. My faithful shall be the vanguard, and through them I shall buy you all the time you need to gather your power below.”

She bowed then, her presence leaving the meeting. Ynara began turning almost the entirety of her divine presence to that small region to the north of Vulfrellia. In time her godly aspect would be so concentrated that she would be able to take physical form. Not just for a few moments to commune with one of her faithful, but as a solid being that could shake the very earth with her divine might.

The gods she left behind knew this was a risky move. That so much of her being in one place was vulnerable. Falling into the habit of taking form such as that is how the demons of old, the divine beings originally infected by The Corruption, had been able to be tricked into being imprisoned by the other gods.

Even now as the influence of The Corruption spread and grew throughout Alaria there were demons that still lay trapped in magical artifacts. The free demons, now as powerful as the gods that had once shunned and fought to imprison them, still worked to locate and free their hidden brothers and sisters.

The risk Ynara was taking was discussed with fear at first, but all acknowledged the power that could come from taking such a form. They knew more of them might need to do the same to stop Eczotl and his agent. As they spoke together after Ynara’s leaving, they all agreed on this.

As the gathered gods continued to discuss and plan one of their number worked to keep their mind hidden from the others. Unknown to the rest, this one HAD communed directly with Eczotl. They had entered the plane Eczotl existed in and faced the eternity of the void that hungers. They had seen that Eczotl had consumed and filled that entire plane of existence and returned with forbidden knowledge. Eczotl was in fact NOT a god. It was an indescribable beast masquerading as one of them, a swarming mass whose hunger had the potential to consume all of Alaria the way it had consumed its home plane of existence.

This Corrupt god with secret knowledge could think of only one thing that could satiate Eczotl’s hunger and make it retreat from Alaria: a god. It was because of this that they kept their knowledge secret; certain none of their fellow gods would be willing to sacrifice one of their number to Eczotl even if it meant putting an end to the beast’s hunger. Since it was a sacrifice they were unwilling to make themselves one of them would have to be tricked into a position where Eczotl could consume them.

For the time being this god would keep their intent hidden. As the other Corrupt gods moved to challenge Eczotl’s agent, they would work to move one of their number into a situation where they could be fed to the beast. It would be the ultimate betrayal, but it was one they were willing to make for the greater good.


Part Two


Rothais Pianta trudged through the knee deep snow. From the last tall hill she had climbed she had spotted ruins in the snow ahead and had hoped to get to them before night fell, but she had misjudged the distance. Night had fallen, slowing her progress forward. She was finding that the Frozen Wastes were a very disorienting place to explore, almost unnaturally so.

She thought about how if not for the World’s End Mountains looming to the north she would have had to track direction by the stars. Of course, the stars would only have helped if she could see them. She’d quickly found that the heavy mist that had occasionally rolled through the Great Northern Forest was present in the Wastes nearly every night. Just as dark fell the mist would roll down from the distant mountains, leaving only a short time to see the stars overhead.

If not for the warming enchantments she had had the foresight to get put on her clothing she was also fairly certain she would have frozen to death by now. Paradoxically the cold nights when the ice fog pressed in on her with its ceaseless chill were normally when she was warmest. During the day, while she searched for ruins and wandered the Wastes, she was on the move through the cold snow. But at night she could make camp and cast a few simple cantrips that helped magically warm the air around her, meaning that when the world around her was the coldest she was the warmest.

Once she got to the ruins she’d be able to make camp for the night and finally get warm. First, though, she had to FIND them. They weren’t far away but the Wastes were an endless series of snow covered hills and rocky outcroppings that frequently prevented her from seeing very far unless she stopped atop a particularly large rising. And now that the ice fog had rolled in she was barely able to see more than ten feet ahead of her, even with a torch lit so even the hills were little help.

After heading through a particularly thick snow bank on the base of a small hill she had finally climbed to the top of the next rise and saw the ruins looming before her. At first all she could see was the shadows of a few of the standing stones that encircled the ruins, but as she drew closer more of the ruin’s details became visible. And then she had to stop. There, on the far side of the ruins, was a green light glowing dimly in the mist.

Cautiously she moved forward, her torch held high above her while her other hand rested on the hilt of her sword. Light meant people, and people generally meant trouble. Especially since the only other people she could imagine being here would be others looking to retrieve artifacts for the College of Magic. Not all adventurers were to be trusted and mercenaries were even more untrustworthy.

Getting closer it became clear that the green light ahead was that of an enchanted fire. The green mage flame was large, the magical warmth from it having already melted much of the snow on that side of the ruins. Whoever owned the flame had set up a small camp along the outside of the standing stones that encircled the ruins. And now that she was closer she could see inside the standing stones, seeing that the ruins there were mostly flat circular stones, the center of which were raised slightly above the others.

But the ruins would have to wait, Rothais had to deal with the strangers first. And she was certain there were more than one of them as there were two small tents set up around the fire.

“Ho!” she called out, alerting the strangers to her presence. “I am Rothais Pianta, an adventurer in search of treasure. Come forward and identify thyself as I have done, strangers.”

“Ho,” a voice called back, a deep raspy female one.  “I am Ysmene and I travel with the wizard Diagoras Trentin. We too search for treasures in these arctic ruins.”

The woman crawled out from a tent, standing tall with a hand on one of the two swords hanging from her hip. She had long, fiery red hair and a big pointed nose that Rothais could make out even from a distance. Her body was thin with wiry muscles and small breasts. Most striking of all was a large scar over the left side of her face, the ruined eye there milky white and reflecting the green light of the magical fire with a strange, disturbing glint.

Rothais moved her hand away from the hilt of her sword, holding her hand up to make it clear she meant no harm. “I was planning on making camp here for the night,” she said, her voice suddenly as tired sounding as she felt. “Would you mind if I joined you two?”

“Not at all,” a gaunt, narrow faced wizard with sunken eyes said as he came out of the other tent. He wore a weary, unhappy expression on his face but it was one that Rothais assumed was almost always plastered on the disagreeable man’s features. “Come,” he said, “sit and warm yourself. No reason for you to build a second camp.”

The red haired woman gave him a surprised look, as if she didn’t expect such kindness from her traveling partner.

“Thank you,” Rothais said, wearily sitting down next to the fire. She shimmied out of her traveling pack and pulled out some of her rations, munching on the food as she let the green flames before her warm her body.

After the minimal time politeness would require had passed Diagoras cleared his throat. Rothais looked to him, her expression weary. “I suppose you want to know why I’m out here,” she asked, not bothering to hide her annoyance.

“Not really,” the man said, ignoring her tone. “I assume it’s for the same reason we are: to loot these ruins for the bounty the College of Magic has set on them. Am I wrong?”

“No,” Rothais replied curtly. It pained her to do so but she continued on saying what she knew was the proper thing to say in this situation. “I cede these ruins to you both. You were here first, so by rights anything inside is yours.” Saying the words out loud hurt. It meant she’d have to move on in the morning, going deeper into the wastes to look for other ruins.

“Hmmm…” the wizard said, stroking his pointed chin. “Perhaps you need not act so hastily.”

“Diagoras,” the woman, Ysmene, said sternly.

He waved her obvious disaproval away. “Perhaps the three of us can make an alliance, at least a temporary one.” Ysmene groaned in annoyance, turning away but not stopping the wizard from continuing. “We’ve been here since midday, trying to get into the ruins below us. But the stone doorway in is magically sealed and I haven’t been able to figure out how to open it.”

“I’m not sure how much help I would be with that,” Rothais said replied, sounding depressed. It seemed even if she had stumbled on these ruins first she would not have been able to get into them. “I know some simple magic, but nothing advanced enough to help you gain entry.”

“Oh, no, you misunderstand me,” he said quickly. “See, we’re both exhausted mentally. I KNOW there is powerful magic below us, I can feel it. That means we need to get in here because there WILL be artifacts to recover, probably enough for all three of us. But my mind needs recharging and in a way that simple rest will not accomplish.”

At this Rothais smiled. “Let me guess,” she said. “You need to pray to your god. But you’ve prayed too frequently with your traveling companion here and your god is no longer blessing you for such ‘praise’. And you’d like ME to join you in prayer?”

Ysmene turned to face the young adventurer, shock on her face. From the surprised look on the wizard’s face he too was surprised by how astute the guess was.

Seeing their shock Rothais continued. “But which god is it that you both pray too? Obviously one of the gods that prefers its worship to be sexual, or else you wouldn’t need my help.” She looked to Ysmene. “Certainly not Ynara. Please, I mean no offense, but you don’t look the type. I mean, surely if you two had been worshiping her together you’d be a little more, shall we say, top heavy?”

Ysmene scoffed, grabbing her small breasts in outrage. But she didn’t deny anything.

Looking back to the wizard she continued. “You’re not adventurers, neither of you. You’re too rough around the edges, no… you two are mercenaries. So who do you both worship? Who is popular for those willing to use their blades and wits to make quick coin?”

She paused for dramatic effect. “Simple really, you worship Dethys, god of the two knives.” She smirked at the wizard, waiting for him to confirm her guess.

He returned the smile, clapping his hands slowly. “Very good,” he said. He turned to Ysmene. “This one’s far smarter than she appears. I was right to offer her a place beside us. Had I not she might have outwitted the both of us and stolen the treasure all for her own.”

Rothais could tell the man was only half joking and she glowed from the implied compliment. Then, feeling recharged by the small meal and rest by the fire, she pushed herself up from the ground and dusted the snow that was half melted on her clothing off. “So, are we going to do this? I’ve helped others prey to Dethys before. I know what’s expected of me. I might need a little warm up to begin, though…”

As she said this her mind returned to the night with the attractive Ranger, dwelling on how good his cock had felt in her mouth. She felt her mouth begin to fill with saliva, a sudden hunger for cum overcoming her. Yes, she thought, I’ll be more than happy to help this wizard prey to his god.

Diagoras happily moved into the nearest tent, opening its flaps so that the warmth of the nearby magical fire could more easily enter. The tent was low to the ground and just big enough to fit all three of the gathered beings inside, but it was only Rothais and Diagoras that enter at that time. Ysmene remained outside by the fire, sitting so she could see inside.

Rothais noticed this, but only gave the observation a mental shrug. The scarred woman was attractive in a gnarled kind of way, but she’d never been very into other women sexually. That being said, she didn’t mind if the woman planned on watching. In fact, as the idea ran through her head, she found herself warming to it the way her body had warmed to the magical fire.

She climbed down into the tent, seeing that the wizard was already taking some of his clothing off. He peeled off the layers that covered the lower half of his body, keeping those that covered the top half on. Seeing this she followed his lead and began to do the same.

Once he was undressed Diagoras sat back, propping himself up with his elbow and spreading his legs wide open. She looked at his flaccid manhood and thought that it looked strangely like the man it was attached to: long and thin and gaunt like he was. Even the wiry dark hair that covered his balls and tangled around the base of his shaft seemed reminiscent of the hair on top of his head.

“I will need you to get me started,” he told her, speaking in a voice she assumed he thought was silky and alluring but that made her shiver. This was not a good man and she could tell he would not be a kind lover. She glanced to the side, looking where she had placed her sword to ensure it was within arm’s reach, just in case.

“I will not harm you,” he said, seeing where she looked. “I need you too much,” he quickly added, a plaintive explanation of why she should believe him.

Assuming his words to be true she crawled to him, soon finding herself bent down on all fours with her head between his legs. She winced as the smell of his manhood wafted up at her. It was ripe, the odor of pungent sweat from being in the wilds for far too long without a bath. And there was also the distinct, unmistakable smell of at least one woman on him. But as smelly as the wizard’s cock was she had smelled worse.

Rothais bent down lower, leaning on her elbows and reaching forward to grab his manhood. Already she could feel it starting to swell and harden and once she had it in her mouth this hardening quickened. Her head was only bobbing for a minute before he was fully erect in her mouth.

She looked up at him, smiling at the look of pleasure on the man’s face. She was good at what she was doing and was proud of her skills. She kept sucking him off, staring into his beady little eyes.

“You know how Dethys wishes us to pray to him?” he said, then gasped as Rothais took him deep into her mouth and down her throat.

She slowly pulled away from the base of his cock, her lips sealed tightly around his rigid shaft. When she reached his cockhead she sucked harder, letting it pop out of her mouth with a wet smacking sound.

“I do,” she replied. She was still resting on her elbow and held his cock in both of her hands, one cupping and gently playing with his balls the other working his saliva covered shaft. “I must work you to climax so that you can cum on my asshole. Then you shall fuck me up the ass and we shall prey to Dethys together.”

“And you know the words?” he asked.

“I know the words,” she replied, leaning her head down and inhaling his cock once more.

“Such a pretty sight,” a raspy, deep voice called out from behind them.

Rothais strained to look behind her while keeping the wizard’s cock in her mouth. Out of the side of her eyes she could see that the other woman, Ysmene, was sitting on the ground close behind her. One of the fur cloaks she had been wearing was under her and she sat sitting up with her legs spread open and a hand down her pants.

Turning her full attention back to the cock in her mouth Rothais couldn’t help but feel the other woman’s eyes on her. And feeling she was being watched as the other woman played with herself only made Rothais feel hotter. She started sucking Diagoras’ cock more intensely, making the man moan in surprised pleasure.

“Gods above,” he muttered, “you ARE good at this. I’m not going to last much longer.”

As soon as the thought of the man cumming entered her mind Rothais was overcome with a sudden, powerful hunger for his seed. Her mind darted back to the Ranger she had spent the night with only a few days ago. She remembered how good his cum had tasted… She sucked him harder, faster, overcome with a driving desire to taste his semen.

“Easy, woman,” Diagoras huffed, putting a hand on her head and pushing her off his cock. “I’m nearly there and I need you to flip over now!”

Reluctantly she allowed his cock to pop wetly out of his mouth. It took all her self control not to double down and suck him harder to make him cum in her mouth, but she knew that would spoil the fragile alliance she had with these mercenaries.

She sat up as Diagoras began to scramble up on his knees, one hand on his cock and jerking it off as he neared climax. She was up on her knees then lying down on her back as she reached under her legs and grabbed them under the knees. Then she spread her legs wide open, pulling them back with her hands so that her pussy, and more importantly her asshole, was pointing up towards the wizard.

He moved closer, getting onto his knees and still jerking off. She saw his body tense then watched as he aimed his cock towards her asshole and groaned, shooting an impressively thick load of semen onto it.

She had to fight the urge to reach down and gather the cum up with her finger so she could taste it. But it was too important for the prayer to be wasted so. Instead she looked at Diagoras, curious to see how he would begin the prayer. She knew most men were spent for a time after cumming and wondered how he would perform for the prayer. When she’d prayed with other Dethys worshipers they had often worked in pairs, one man cumming on her ass and the other fucking it afterwards.

Diagoras, his cock quickly beginning to sag and grow limp, lifted a hand up. He reached for a ring on it with another hand, giving it a little twist then shuddering as the ring glowed with red magical energy. Looking down she could see his member already swelling and growing hard once more.

She smirked at him. “A Ring of Azel! What a wonderful item for a man to poses.” She’d known many men that possessed the enchanted items and they were usually the only ones able to last long enough to come anywhere close to satisfying her.

“It’s done its work,” he groaned, the magically induced hard-on paining him for a moment. Once he recovered he grabbed his cock and moved closer to her. “Are you ready?”

She took a deep, calming breath. “I’m ready. But slow at first, don’t just go ramming it up there.”

“I know what I’m doing,” he grumbled, moving in close enough to start rubbing his swollen cockhead in the cum trickling down her puckered asshole. He smothered it about, pressing much of it into her ass with his cock before lining himself up to enter her.

She fought her natural reflex to clench her asshole tighter. She enjoyed anal sex but the beginning was always uncomfortably for her. She was happy to discover that the wizard DID know what he was doing and actually enjoyed the way he slowly eased his hard cock into her asshole a little at a time.

And once he was all the way in she also enjoyed the way his cum lubricated his movements. She knew it would end up making an awful mess but in the moment she didn’t care, she was sinking into the pleasure of being fucked up the ass and slowly rising towards climax.

Diagoras leaned to the side, resting on one arm and positioning his body so that he was pressed up against the bottom of one of her legs. This left them nearly face to face and he leaned forward, puckering his lips to kiss Rothais. He was far less skilled with his lips than he was with his cock but she allowed him to continue kissing her till it seemed he was satisfied and pulled away.

Then, a smile on his face, he reached down with his free arm and began playing with her pussy. At first he just ran his fingers through her bush, but then he dipped the tips into her wet hole and dragged the moisture up to her clit, rubbing it softly through the fleshy hood over it. She grinned and moaned appreciatively, very much enjoying him playing with her cunt as he fucked her ass.

After playing with her clit for a while he slide his fingers back down, dipping them deep into her sex and curling them up to rake them across her g-spot. This caused the adventurer to arch her back slightly and moan loudly.

As she did this she tilted her head back and saw that Ysmene was laying close behind her, the woman lying on her side with her pants pulled down just past the curve of her ass. She had her head lifted up so she could watch what was going on in the tent. One of her hands was on her ass, grabbing her muscular, firm ass cheek and spreading it open. Two fingers of her other hand were being plunged in and out of her asshole. She moaned, fingering her ass as she watched the two in the tent.

When Rothais felt Diagoras pull his fingers out of her pussy she lifted her head back up and looked at him. “We are almost ready,” he said, lifting the glistening wet fingers to her force and forcing them into her mouth. “Tell me, adventurer, how does your own cunt taste?”

She sucked his fingers clean as he pulled them away then smiled. “Delicious,” she replied.

He groaned in pleasure and mumbled, “So fucking hot, you dirty little slut.” A moment later his eyes opened wide. “I’m almost there again! We must begin the prayer.”

As he continued to fuck her ass he began speaking, Rothais and Ysmene speaking the words with him. “Praise be to Dethys, god of the two knives,” they said, a warm tingling feeling starting to spread through them all.

“May he bless this cock as it enters this woman’s ass. May the pleasurable pain and tightness of our coupling please him and the faith manifest in all our sexual pleasure flow into his divine being,” As these words left their lips they felt something indescribable flowing out of them, up into something greater then they each were.

“Seeing this ass fucking, may Dethys be pleased, noting my seed being pressed into her hole. May he give this man his blessing in exchange for our faith and sexual pleasure.”

As the last word of the left their lips there was a rushing of air, as if the air around them was being sucked away. The warmth they all felt inside exploded into intense sexual joy, pushing each of them over the edge. Diagoras groaned and Rothais felt his cock quiver then felt the pressure of his seed being injected into her ass. The feeling made the orgasm she was experiencing greater, her cunt muscles tightening and forcing much of the moisture in her pussy out. Behind her Ysmene moaned in pleasure, whispering more praise to Dethys.

Once they were done cumming the three lay silently for a moment, their heavy breathing and the burning of the campfire the only sound filling the night around them. They all felt physically warm and sated and tired, yet mentally recharged. They each knew that it was time to sleep but that when they awoke their minds would all be sharp.

They climbed into the tent together, bundling together for warmth in case the magical fire outside wore off before they woke. Peacefully they all drifted into a deep sleep, none of them aware of how the next day would change all of their lives…


* * *


“So you are noble born?” the small female asked the man looming next to her in the back seat of the carriage-cart as it rolled steady down the road, green fields on either side of them.

She was small, easily mistaken as a child from far away yet she was a full grown woman, her body curvaceous. It was just that her meager height was as tall as her people got.

Oda Smallburrow was a Gnome, a race that was an offspring of Goblin and Halfling. Her skin was pale with a slight green hue to it. She had the exaggerated curves of a Halfling woman; large full, heavy breasts and a thick plump ass. Yet the rest of her body was inhumanly thin like that of a Goblin. Her facial features were pretty, her cheeks and nose roundly soft. But her eyes were overlarge like a Goblin’s and she had long, pointed ears that were a darker shade of green then the rest of her skin.

“Well, yes,” the tall young Human man sitting next to her said, blushing slightly and giving her a crooked grin. “But I’m seventh in line to be head of my family. I’ve six other siblings, all older and all male. There’s not a force in all of Alaria that I could end up taking a position of power within my family.”

He paused, looking down at the pretty little Gnome beside him. He smiled at her, pushing some of his wild blond hair out of his face. “That’s why I became a Ranger. I want to make my family proud by defending Vulfrellia’s border, helping ensure the rest of my family can live a peaceful life of luxury.”

Oda had her hands in her lap, her fingers intertwined as she listened to the man beside her talk. No, she thought, not a man, not yet. Although of age he’s still little more than a boy. But oh, so pretty!

She’d always had a thing for the “bigger” folk. Her time growing up had been spent in the Warrens, a small slum in the capital city of Vulfrellia that was almost entirely populated by Gnomes. They said that when the city had been founded a band of Halfling mercenaries had helped clear a Goblin tribe from the area but instead of slaying the women they had taken them all as wives. Oda had no idea if the tale was true but it would go a long way to explain why there were so many of her people in a land where Halflings and Goblins were both rare.

In the Warrens many a young Gnome had pursued her. She’d slept with a few of them but always felt the experience… lacking. From the very beginning she’d known what she wanted was one of the big folk to bed her. But they rarely came into the Warrens and even then looked down on the Gnomes that lived there, few of them finding any attractions for her people.

She had been determined to leave the squalor of that slum. As she grew she found she was smart, smarter than most around her. When she had come of age she’d approached the recruiting office for the Rangers, knowing ANY Vulfrellian was welcome in their ranks. They’d taken her like they took everyone that approached them for service, and those numbers were always too few.

After undergoing some simple aptitude tests they had decided she had the intelligence to become an engineer so she had been sent to the Engineer’s College to learn the trade. Her education had been hectic, she was given only a very short time to learn what non-Rangers would have been given years to learn. But the Rangers, important as they were, didn’t have the coin to let their recruits sit in a college for years.

And now, having graduated mere weeks ago, she was on her way to her first assignment as a Ranger: The Northern Outpost. She was being sent to appraise the small fort and begin drafting plans to rebuild it, changing it from a simple wooden outpost to a small stone keep. She’d have a few months to plan and then the builders would come to make her architectural dreams a reality.

“Did your father give you that,” Oda asked, pointing at the longsword in its scabbard that sat next to her traveling companion.

“Yes, he did,” the boy nodded. “A parting gift from the mighty patriarch of the Zavrin family. It cost a small fortune to have made and was infused with powerful magic as it was forged. Look,” he said, pulling it slightly out of the scabbard and revealing that the metal of its blade glowed blue even in the midday sun.

He quickly pushed it back in and looked down at Oda. “My father said to cherish it for it is all the inheritance I, Rirhi Zavrin, will receive.” The proud expression on his pretty face fell slightly. “He… was not pleased that I joined the Rangers. He thinks such work is below our family and thinks it is improper that one’s family standing does not determine what kind of position one holds in the Rangers. He thinks the merit based system in place is reprehensible.” He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself before going on. “He said to cherish the sword, for it was the last thing I would ever receive from my family. And then he told me not to return to our estates unless it is in a coffin to be buried in our family grave.”

Oda placed one of her small, greenish hands on his knee. “Oh, you poor thing. But don’t worry, the Rangers will be your family now.”

The seat the two rode in sat between the carriage-cart’s driver’s seat and the large, house like armored section behind. The housing was covered in chests and sacks and carefully bound packages, another load of supplies bound for The Northern Outpost. More supplies were inside the housing, although there was space there for the three occupants of the carriage-cart to sleep in on their long journey north.

Driving the cart was a massive, hulking Minotaur named Oenteer Fistskull. His bovine ears twitched under his large pointed horns as he tried not to listen in on the conversation going on behind him, yet with the two so close it was impossible ignore them. He tried to concentrate on the road ahead, watching the two sturdy draft horses that pulled them forward and ensuring they remained moving at a steady pace. They were still in the green lands that surrounded the capital and they had a long way to go before they entered the north.

“Did your father want you to fight?” Oda asked Rirhi. “I bet you are quite skilled with that impressive. Such a strong, tall, handsome man like you must be an excellent fighter.”

Oenteer’s ears twitched again and he made an indignant sniffing sound the figures behind him failed to notice. He could smell the arousal of the little Gnome woman’s pussy and was certain the two would be rutting long before their journey was over, at least if the young Human would have her. The thought amused him, picturing the tall thin Human with the tiny Gnome woman. When they were both standing the top of her head barely reached the boy’s waist!

“I don’t know if he actually wanted me to fight,” Rirhi responded. “I think it was more that he wanted me to have the tools to not die and thus embarrass our family further. As for my fighting skills, well, the Rangers that trained me seemed to think I was a natural but…” His voice trailed off, leaving his final thought unspoken.

Without looking back Oenteer finished it for him, the sudden sounding of his deep voice booming and making the two youthful Rangers behind him jump in their seats. “He hasn’t seen a lick of combat yet. Boy’s never bloodied that fancy blade.”

Oda leaned forward, looking up at the bull-like face of the Minotaur. “What about you? Has that thing on your back been ‘bloodied’?” She was referring the massive double headed battle-ax he wore on his back, one so large only the strongest Humans would have been able to use it in combat.

“Widow Cleaver,” he grumbled back at her. “I know most Vulfrellians don’t like to name their weapons, but it’s a thing my father taught me to do and I show my respect for him by continuing the tradition.”

Oda bounced in her seat excitedly. She was an exceedingly friendly person and this was the most she had heard the huge Minotaur Ranger speak so far. She wanted to encourage him to continue so that they could all become close friends. “So has Widow Maker made many widows?” She giggled, amused by her own wit.

Oenteer groaned at the joke then turned back to look down at the little woman. “Yes,” he said simply before turning back to the road.

“Oh, don’t the big lug intimidate you,” Rirhi said, putting a hand on Oda’s shoulder and pulling her back. “All of the other Rangers warned me about him once they learned he’d be joining us to reinforce the Northern Outpost. They all say that although he’s a terror in a fight that his heart is five sizes too big and that deep down he’s just a big softy.”

Oenteer stared ahead at the road before them, not wanting the two stripling’s behind him to see the smile spreading across his face. The Human was right, he WAS a big softy under his thick Minotaur hide, he just had to warm to people first. And these two were already warming his heart.

He had been dreading this assignment since he had received it. He preferred to be where his brute strength was most needed by the empire, and often that had been on the southern borders as Vulfrellia had expanded the lands it claimed as its own.

Oenteer was trained to defend his homeland against organized invaders, armies and well armed beings. What lay in the north that needed defending against? Monsters that were barely able to survive the cold climate along with the occasional bandit or two and MAYBE a small tribe of Orcs from the far north come down to raid?

His talents would be wasted there, at least that’s what he thought. And he figured the scant few Rangers that already manned the Northern Outpost would be cold, hard, humorless people that had had the joy of life frozen out of them long ago. But these two behind him, even though they were both so young and naive, were still filled with joy for life. He’d at least enjoy their company.

His only worry was the sexual tension growing between them. Again, he sniffed, smelling the little Gnome’s arousal. From the way the Human tittered on with her he figured the boy returned her interests. But maybe the boy was simply used to people fawning over him because he was noble born. If the boy spurned the girl there would be trouble.

Again his ears twitched. There could be trouble even if the two got together. Oda would only be at the Northern Outpost till the new keep was built. If they became a couple during that time what would they do when duty called her somewhere else?

It was something that would be dealt with later. And a happy thought occurred to him: he, Oenteer Fistskull, was not Commander of the Northern Outpost. It would not be HE who would have to deal with any issues that might arise between the two potential lovers.


* * *


Ilvuna strode across the courtyard of the Northern Outpost, her thick curvy body as on display as it always was. Light snow fell around her but as the fluffy white flakes neared her body they would melt, dripping wetly to the ground. None of them landed on her, melted or otherwise. It was just one of the ways Ynara’s power flowed through her.

And the power of her goddess was something she felt swelling up inside her to the point of almost bursting. She glowed faintly she was so full of Ynara’s holy light. She’d been spending the morning praying with her fellow Rangers, preparing for her first patrol beyond the safety of the Northern Outpost’s wooden walls.

The awkward, shy Alchemist had eagerly agreed to pray with her. The Commander, who she had visited next, had taken a little pushing to agree to helping her. He seemed uncomfortable with open displays of sexuality and seemed unsure if praying with Ilvuna this way was proper since he was her commander. Yet once they had begun all hesitancy had disappeared and it was clear he took great joy in praying with her, even if his praise of Ynara seemed less important than the pleasure he had been receiving fucking Ilvuna’s breasts.

If it had only been prayer and the power of Ynara’s faithful that Ilvuna had been after she would have been sated once she was done with the Commander. But she had no idea how long her patrol would last, days or perhaps even weeks she had been told. And her only companion was to be the surly archer, another woman. They would not be able to pray to Ynara properly, not just the two of them.

She knew there WERE ways for two women to pray to Ynara that would please the goddess, but she did not know them. Nor did she have any interest in them. Ilvuna could see the beauty in other women but had no desire to experience it in a sexual way.

As soon as she reached the door of the small cabin she knocked on its wooden door. A moment later it opened, Teyl Dati revealed before her with a look of surprise on his face. His eyes immediately darted down to the impressive bulk of her overlarge breasts then back up to her eyes, a slight look of guilt on his face for having so obviously ogled her.

“Ilvuna,” he said, his gruff features cracking as a smile spread on his face. “To what do I owe the honor of having you call on me? Aren’t you due to leave for your first patrol this morning?”

“I am,” she replied, smiling sweetly at him. “But before I make my final preparations I need your help.”

Again, he looked surprise. “My help? What could you need from me that Anneyce would not be able to provide? It is her that you are going on patrol with, is it not?”

She nodded again. “She is. But she cannot help me in this task. I need the help of a man.”

He furrowed his brow and looked confused. “Commander Knot is not available?”

“I have already visited him and enlisted his aid,” she explained. “And Joran Whent. And now I need your help, Ranger Teyl.”

“Okay,” he said, stepping back and waving her into his cabin, still looking confused. “But I still don’t understand what it is you need of me.”

Ilvuna walked in and turned to face him, smiling prettily until he closed the door. As soon as they were left in privacy she reached down to the belt that hung on her wide hips and grabbed a large glass flask that hung there. She lifted it up to show Teyl.

“I need help filling this,” she declared, moving the bottle back and forth so the contents within sloshed about. It was about two thirds full of a thick, white fluid that seemed to have faint red magical energy pulsing and flowing through it.

Teyl’s eyes opened wide. “Is that—”

“Yes,” she replied before he had a chance to finish the question. “It is the seed of your fellow Rangers. In my hands, though, it is a potent potion blessed by the goddess Ynara. I feel as though I will need it on the journey ahead and wish to have the thing filled before I leave.”

The Ranger looked at the bottle. “Well… uh, I’m glad to help,” he said, sounding unsure of himself. “But I don’t think you’d be able to get enough out of me to fill the rest of that.”

Ilvuna laughed prettily. “Oh, do not worry. With the help of Ynara you will be more than able to fill the rest of the bottle up.”

“Uh… okay,” he said, shuffling his feet awkwardly. As he did he reached into his pocket and began fingering a ring hidden there. He heard the wind pick up outside his cabin and for a moment thought he heard the whisper of a deep, raspy female voice being carried by it. He grasped the ring tighter, his eyes darting to Ilvuna’s fingers. The impulse to pull the ring out and convince the cleric to put it on welled up inside of him, but then Ilvuna spoke and the urge drifted away.

“In an emergency I will be able to spill the contents of this bottle onto my breasts to renew the power that Ynara allows to flow through me. But for the magic to work the seed I harvest for this bottle must be brought forth while worshiping the goddess.”

He was even more confused now. “I don’t understand. How can I worship your goddess and, uh, help you ‘harvest’ my seed at the same time?”

Ilvuna turned from him, walking slowly to the man’s bed and opening the bottle then gently placing it and its topper on the small nightstand beside the bed. Slowly she turned back to face him, reaching up and pulling aside the two small strips of white fabric that kept her massive breasts in check and that barely covered her nipples. Her huge breasts were left exposed in all their massive, thick, heavy glory.

“We shall pray the way Ynara prefers, by using my breasts to sexually pleasure your manhood. Come, take your clothing off and join me on your bed.” She smiled, patiently waiting for him to do as she had asked.

He blushed slightly but eagerly began undressing, forgetting all about the magic ring he had hidden in his pocket. There was no need to use it on a woman who was already offering him her body.

Soon he was naked and approaching his bed. Ilvuna patted the mattress and asked him to get onto the bed. “Then, if you could, please lie down on your back.”

“Sure, whatever you want,” he mumbled, staring at her huge breasts. His manhood had already begun to swell as excitement started to well up inside of him.

Once he was on his back she climbed up onto the bed after him, grabbing his legs and pushing them closed. She then straddled his legs, sitting on them so that his manhood was right in front of his body.

She reached down and pulled a small glass vial from her belt, popping the top open with one hand then pouring some of the oil inside into her other hand. She then closed the vial and returned it to her belt.

“Relax,” she said with a calming tone as she reached down with the oil filled hand and grabbed his semi-erect cock and began stroking the oil onto it. “This will feel good and you need do nothing other than lay there, enjoy, and worship my goddess.” As she spoke the hand stroking his cock was joined by her second hand. Soon she was working his cock with both hands, stroking it from the base to the top with firm, slow grasps of her hands that made Teyl moan and writhe under her as his cock fully hardened.

“Such a hard cock,” she purred, continuing to stroke him. “Hard cocks please Ynara, but what pleases her most is when a woman’s fat tits are wrapped around a man’s hard cock.” As she said this she leaned forward, lowering her breasts so they nearly rested in Teyl’s lap, their hefty bulk partially enveloping his cock and her hands.

She moved her shoulders forward and in, leaning forward more so that her massive breasts were pressed further into his lap and around his cock. Teyl watched as his cock was mostly lost within their meaty bulk, only visible occasionally as the woman continued to stroke his now throbbing member between her pressed breasts.

“Pray with me, Ranger Teyl,” she purred, grasping his cock firmer as she continued to work it.

He moaned, his eyes rolling up into his head slightly as he shuddered in pleasure. “I don’t know the words,” he gasped, amazed at how good this felt and afraid he’d end up cumming soon. He tried to slow his breathing, hoping to make this pleasure last longer.

“Just repeat what I say,” the cleric said softly as she stroked him over and over again with both hands, her big meaty breasts pressed in around her hands.

“Okay,” he gasped, staring at her breasts and watching the flashes of her hands moving slowly up his shaft.

“Praise be to Ynara, goddess of the fat tits and bringer of all mammary pleasure,” she said slowly, staring into Teyl’s eyes. Her eyes had a burning passion of extreme faith in them, a passion that seemed to make her eyes glow slightly. A moment later Teyl realized her eyes WERE glowing and as she kept working his cock the glow grew more intense till her burning eyes started to steam as magical energy crackled and sparked from them.

“Praise be to Ynara,” he repeated, stopping to gasp in pleasure as her grip on his cock tightened as she began a new stroke up his shaft. “Goddess of the fat tits and bringer of all mammary pleasure.”

One of her hands reached the top of his cock, moving back down to the base. But instead of grabbing the base of his shaft and starting to slowly stroke it again she lightly grasped his balls, fondling them lovingly.

“May she bless this coupling and fill this man’s balls with ample seed,” she said, continuing to play with his balls as her other hand started stroking his cock from the base again.

“M-may she bless this coupling,” he repeated, writhing under her touch, “and fill my balls with ample seed.”

As the words left his mouth he felt Ilvuna’s hand warm pleasantly around his balls. A moment later a strange sensation filled them, an energy moving into them that left him disoriented for a moment. Then, as his senses of the world returned to normal, he realized that his balls felt suddenly swollen and over-filled. His eyes grew large and he gasped in shock.

Ilvuna simply smiled at him, her burning eyes staring intensely into his. “May our actions please her and our faith manifest in our sexual pleasure flow into her divine being. May she then feel fit to bring this man to climax and make the abundance in his balls erupt in all its holy glory.”

Teyl started to repeat the words back but intense, almost painful pleasure suddenly flared up inside of him, starting in his balls then shoot up through his core. He groaned in pleasure, arching his back and thrusting his hip up as he started to cum.

Ilvuna quickly let go of his cock and leaned back, leaving his cock thrust as it quivered and then sent a huge load of cum shooting high into the air. Teyl watched as it spurted from his body, shocked at just how much of it there was. He’d never ejaculated such a large load in his life. And the orgasm wasn’t just powerful, it felt as though it was draining him of some indescribable energy as his over-filled balls were quickly emptied.

As his huge load of cum reached its zenith in the air it stopped, beginning to gather together in huge glob that momentarily floated in the air. Ilvuna leaned to the side, grabbing hold of the open bottle and its topper. She lifted the bottle into the air below the floating semen. The cum began to spark with red magical energy the flowed smoothly into the bottle, filling it almost to the top.

Ilvuna quickly sealed the bottle back up then climbed off of Teyl. “Thank you,” she said, grinning down at the full bottle. “This will do much to keep me safe.”

Teyl was still lying on the bed. He felt drained and weak and empty, although the emptiness he felt was quickly being refilled. By what, he wasn’t sure. Perhaps whatever it was the gods consumed when people prayed to them. He looked over at Ilvuna and watched as she pulled the two white strips of fabric back over her breasts, her nipples only partially hidden with her areolas not fully covered.

“You’re very welcome,” he said in a weak voice. “If you ever need such help again…” he added, his voice trailing off.

“I’m sure I will. And I hope, in time, you may even come to me if you feel the desire to pray to Ynara.”

He blinked, realizing what she was offering. “Yes,” he said quickly. “I will do that, I assure you.”

She bowed slightly to him and flashed one final, pretty smile. “Then I shall leave you now, kind ser. I have what I needed and it is time to make my final preparations.”

As she closed the door behind her she grinned widely. She was proud of how much joy she had brought the man through their prayer together. Perhaps, she thought, she’d be able to convert a few of the other Rangers here at the Northern Outpost. At the very least all three of the men stationed here seemed more than happy to help her pray to her goddess.

With her flask full she felt that she was finally ready. She had only to go grab the equipment she’d need for the journey: her silver war hammer and the traveling back that had been prepared for her full of supplies and rations they would need during their patrol in the frozen wilds. Then she needed only find the archer Anneyce and tell her she was ready. They would then begin, leaving the Northern Outpost behind to begin the cleric’s first patrol.


* * *


Rothais stood, pulling her layers of clothing in around her for warmth, and watched the wizard slowly walk around the flat stone circle in the center of the ruins. He was muttering to himself and tapping the stone slab he circled with his wizard’s staff. The staff glowed slightly and his eyes steamed with burning magical energy.

“He’ll find the way in,” Ysmene said confidently. “Dethys has blessed us and recharged his mind.”

Rothais didn’t reply. It was true, she felt the god’s blessing on them yet she was skeptical. Dethys was the god of assassins and mercenaries, his blessing normally aiding in killing of some kind. Would his blessing really help them in this task?

Diagoras’ eyes lit up suddenly and he began muttering louder, tapping the stone slab faster. A golden circle began to glow near the edge of the stone slab, a perfectly shaped ring that ran around the entire edge. He pulled his staff up and grabbed it with both hands, raising it high into the air. Magical energy began swirling around him then flowing down into the glowing golden ring.

Rothais and Ysmene both jumped back in surprise as the ground shook and the stone slab cracked. As the wizard continued to mutter incantations the surface of the slab inside the golden ring started to shift, segments breaking apart and lowering into the ground. They watched in awe as the stone circled lowered and became a circular stone stairway, leading down into the ground below them.

As the rocks creaked into their final position Diagoras grunted, the magical energy around him bursting away from his body. He leaned on his staff and looked drained and tired. “It is done…” he muttered, his voice weak. “We can enter. But I must rest first. The enchantment protecting this place was strong. Whatever lies down there, it must have been important to the people that sealed it off.”

All three of them were so eager to find treasure it never occurred to them that the ruins might not have been sealed to protect something, but rather to keep something trapped within.

“I don’t want to stand around up here freezing my tits off all day,” Ysmene grumbled, moving towards her partner and pulling a bottle out of a pocket. The fluid inside was yellow and bubbled with dim glowing energy. “Drink some of this reinvigoration potion,” she demanded, popping the stopper and tipping the bottle to the wizard’s mouth.

As the fluid poured into him his posture instantly changed. He stood up straighter and his expression changed from tired weariness to one of total alertness. “Thank you,” he gasped as she pulled the bottle away. “I feel much better.”

Ysmene put the bottle away and looked down into the opening. “It’s dark down there,” she said, squinting. “Can’t tell how far down it goes, either.”

“I can light my torch,” Rothais said, but before she could start to move to pull it out the Wizard waved her suggestion away.

“I’ll take care of it,” he said. He held the top of his staff up to his face and cupped a hand around the crystal rammed into the tip. He whispered something to it and it began to glow. As the bright light increased he moved the staff away from his face and up into the air. A ball of bright shimmering light popped out the top of the staff and started to float above him. It bobbed and weaved as if it was alive.

“Ahead of us,” he commanded, waving his staff towards the stairs. The glowing orb floated forward, starting to head down the stairs. “Come on,” he said. “Keep behind me. I’ll search for traps or enchantments ahead of us.” He moved forward, taking a careful step into the top of the stairs. “And keep your hands on your weapons, we have no idea what is down here.”

Slowly the three descended the stairs, moving down cautiously. Soon they reached the bottom and found themselves at the entry to a long, wide hallway. At the end they stood the walls were encrusted in a layer of thick ice, but they could see that the ice that had covered the walls of the hall stretching out before them was now melted. The floor had a shallow pool of water that splashed noisily under their feet.

“I don’t understand,” Rothais said, reaching out to touch the ice that remained on the wall. “It feels even colder down here than it did above. How is all of this ice melting?”

“Magic,” Diagoras whispered. “Strong magic. I can feel it, taste it in the air.” He pointed his staff towards the end of the hall. “It’s coming from there.”

The ball of illumination moved out before the wizard, lighting the way before them. It revealed the end of the hall, a flat door-less wall.

“This hall doesn’t seem to lead anywhere,” Ysmene said, stepping up beside the wizard. Rothais joined them, standing on the other side of the wizard and staring down the hall with them.

“It does lead somewhere,” Diagoras disagreed. “There is something there… a doorway, a magical one. It just isn’t open.”

“Can you get it open?” Ysmene asked, looking at her partner.

“Yes,” he said, taking a step forward and pointing his staff at the end of the hall.

“Wait,” Rothais said, but it was too late.

A blast of magical energy shot from the tip of the wizard’s staff, slamming into the wall at the end of the hall. There was an explosion of light that made all three of them throw up their arms. When they looked again swirling purple energy filled the space where the wall had been. Its center began to part, growing larger until an opening to the other side was revealed.

They saw a stone hallway. The seams of strange bricks that made the walls and floors all glowed with purple light as if the structure was being held together by magic.

“It’s a gateway,” Diagoras said. “I’ve seen this kind of magic before. It’s ancient and there are none living that know how to create it. It usually allows people to cross over great distances, connecting one place to another as if their halls were connected.”

Rothais took a step back, feeling certain that opening the portal had been a terrible mistake. “We shouldn’t go through,” she said.

Ysmene scoffed. “Hold yourself together, girl. Look at that place! It glows with magic. I can feel the power there. We’ll be able to find more treasure than we can carry.”

“I agree,” Diagoras said quickly, already starting to stride confidently towards to portal. “It’s calling to us. We were meant to find this place.”

Rothais held back and nervously watched her two companions start to move towards the portal. She felt the same thing they were feeling, an impulse to move forward and discover what was hidden on the other side. It was an enchanting call she felt deep in her core yet something about it felt wrong. But if she didn’t go with them she’d be giving up any claim to the treasures they would almost certainly find on the other side.

“Shit,” she mumbled, quickly following after them.

By the time the three reached the portal it had opened all the way and it looked as if the end of the hall was simply a continuation of the hall they stood in, leading into the strange place before them. Together they all stepped through the portal.

The hall on the other side felt very different. The air was far warmer, so much warmer that they were all soon opening their heavy layers and wishing they weren’t dressed so warmly. The air also tasted differently. There was a musky, sexual smell to it and it left them all feeling gradually more and more aroused, although none of them mentioned this to each other.

As they pressed forward they realized they were no longer underground. The hall they were in curved and as they turned the curve they found a small window. Looking out it they could see that they were in giant castle of some kind that was built into the side of a massive mountain. Below and stretching out as far as they could see were more snow covered mountains. What lay below their peaks was hidden under thick clouds.

“Where is this place,” Rothais asked looking down. There seemed to be no path that led up to the castle they were in, although she realized she was only looking out on one side of it.

“I think,” Diagoras said slowly, peering over her shoulder, “that we have been transported high into the World’s End Mountains.”

“Why do you say that,” Rothais asked.

The wizardly merely shrugged. “It’s just a… feeling.” For a moment they all stood in silence looking down on the frozen mountains below them. “Come on,” Diagoras said, “we should press on. I want to find some treasure. And I don’t think we should linger here for long.”

Both women nodded in agreement and together the three of them turned and pressed forward.

The hall continued to curve although there were no more windows. Eventually they found a door. It was made of wood but just like the stones around them the space between the planks glowed with faint purple energy.

Ysmene stepped forward and pressed the door. It creaked open revealing a large empty room with a number of other doorways, all open and seeming to lead into passages much like the one they had just left.

They all moved in, looking around. The place was totally empty yet they could all feel a presence there, something oppressive that seemed to be watching them with great interest. As they reached the center of the room the door they had entered slammed shut. Jumping in alarm, they all spun around. The door glowed with purple energy then shifted, disappearing as stone bricks replaced it.

“That can’t be good,” Rothais said, starting to reach for her sword. Before she reached it she screamed as something shot up from the floor and slithered quickly around her wrist, pulling her arm away from the sword’s handle.

Ysmene screamed too and Rothais saw smooth purple tentacles shooting up from the floor around the woman, wrapping around her limbs. Just as many were shooting up from around her, wrapping their warm appendages around her limbs to. Both women yelled and struggled against the purple things but there were too many of them and they had struck too fast.

They had gone after Diagoras last, giving him enough time to raise his staff and mutter a few quick words that sent a blast of magical energy out in every direction around him. It forced the tentacles that had been coming after him away, giving him an opening.

Instead of helping the two entangled women he turned and ran as fast as he could down the nearest open passageway. He looked back over his shoulder and saw the women being pulled down onto their knees, tentacles wrapping around their necks and constricting tightly to silence their screams.

The sight only made him run faster. He soon found himself at a meeting of four passageways and turned left, running as fast as he could. “Have to get to safety,” he said, huffing heavily. He found a large double door and slammed his body into it. The doors flew open to reveal what was obviously a throne room only the throne before him was like none he had ever seen.

It was a mass of octopus-like purple tentacles that gently writhed and moved about under the figure that sat upon it. The woman was tall and slender with pale gray skin that had a slight purplish tinge to it. She was dressed in a skin tight black leather outfit that pressed her large, round breasts up prominently.

She was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, her hands resting on the armrests of her tentacle throne. She smirked as the wizard stumbled into the room, her eyes glowing with pink intensity as the doors slammed behind him. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her voice deep and husky yet carrying a lyrical magical undertone.

Diagoras raised his staff and began to cast a spell but the woman simply waved and arm before her causing the staff to fly out of his hand.

“There is no need for that,” she said, smoothly rising from her throne.

The wizard was trembling, sweat pouring down his face. The energy he felt emanating from this woman was so powerful. It seemed to be coming at him from every angle, oppressing his mind and body. With every step closer it felt more overwhelming till finally he dropped to his knees, crying out in defeat.

“Do not be afraid,” she said as she stepped up to him. She reached down and placed a single finger under his chin, lifting up so and forcing him to stare into her glowing eyes. “Such a simple, selfish man you are, Diagoras Trentin.”

He gasped, suddenly hit with a powerful odor emanating from her body. It was thick and potent, a heavy musk of sweat and female arousal. It made him shudder as his cock hardened painfully in his pants. He realized suddenly that this frightening, powerful woman was the most sexually pleasing thing he had ever seen. He wanted her. No, he wanted to be hers. To worship her and service her, sexually and in any other way she wanted.

She laughed, smiling down at him. “Men are so easy,” she said, pulling her finger from under his chin then running the back of it down his cheek. Diagoras shuddered then groaned in pleasure as he came in his pants. “Putty in my hands.”

Then she grabbed his face with both hands and leaned down, kissing him. His eyes opened wide as her tongue darted into his mouth. As she continued to kiss him his eyes rolled up into his head. They started to glow with the same pink energy that burned in her eyes.

When she finally pulled away from him his pupils were gone, only glowing pink light remaining. “Rise, my new pet,” she said. He got to his feet, no longer cowering in fear. “We’ll have no more need for these clothes,” she said, waving a hand before him. His clothing all dissolved, leaving him standing naked with only the collection of charmed necklaces hanging around his neck.

“Come, my new pet, we have your friends to attend to. It’s literally been ages since I had pretty little females to play with…”


* * *


“Coward!” Ysmene screamed as Diagoras blasted the tentacles from around him and turned to run away. “You bastard! Come back and save us!” she snarled as she thrashed about, trying to break free of the swarm of purple tentacles wrapping around her and pulling her down to the ground. She opened her mouth to scream again but one of the tentacles slithered around her neck and tightened, choking her.

Beside her Rothais grunted and thrashed as well. Both women’s screamed hoarsely through their choked throats as the things began ripping their clothing off. Soon both of them were mostly naked, only a few ripped strips of cloth left covering their body.

Rothais shuddered in revulsion at the feel of the tentacles on her naked skin. They felt thick and fleshy in a way that was disturbingly familiar. Then as the tip of one of the purple tentacles came into view Rothais realized why. The tip, although purple, was unmistakably the head of a cock. Looking at the writhing shaft that extended down from it she realized the appendage was simply a long, prehensile penis. She could now even see throbbing cock veins running down its length.

“God’s above, they are dicks,” he bellowed hoarsely as the tentacle wrapped around her through slightly loosened its grip.

She turned to Ysmene and saw that the redheaded woman had already discovered this.  One of the cock-tipped tentacles was thrusting in and out of her mouth, making her gag and choke. She was unable to pull her head away as the one wrapped tightly around her throat held her in place, it’s cockhead oozing cum down onto her chest.

The things had her down on her knees, her arms held out and down and her legs spread open. One of the cock-tentacles had slithered up around one of her thighs and had pressed into her womanhood, vigorously fucking her.

Rothais felt the cock-tentacles wrapping around her own legs slithering around and up, approaching her own exposed cunt. She started thrashing about harder, trying desperately to break free but the things had too firm a hold of her. She shuddered in revulsion as she felt one begin to press into her, aware the cockhead that tipped the thing was leaking a steady stream of cum that it was now being thrust into her.

She opened her mouth to scream in horror but she was immediately silenced as one of the cock-tentacles invaded her mouth. The end of it hardened and grew rigid in her mouth as it started pumping in and out of her face.

It didn’t press down into her throat and gag her which she was thankful for, but only momentarily. Soon it felt like the thing was cumming constantly in her mouth, a steady blast of strong, bitter tasting semen. The thing was so girthy that it just barely fit into her mouth and this made it so she was unable to spit any of the cum out. As her cheeks ballooned and more of the jizz filled her mouth she had no choice but to start swallowing.

Both women began to thrash about less. Their eyes rolled up into their head and their bodies started to grow limp. The cum being forced down their throats was subduing them, leaving them calm as the tentacles fucked and pumped even more cum into them from all holes, even their asses.

After a few minutes of this the tentacles fucking them pulled out of their various holes. Both women sagged forward, their eyes glassy and their mouths hanging open as cum started leaking out. They were completely limp and were only held up on their knees by the tentacles wrapped around them holding them up. The tentacles wrapped tighter around them and turned them to face the hall Diagoras had fled down.

Their heads were swaying side to side as The Nameless Dark Queen strode into the room, the naked Diagoras shuffling behind her. His eyes glowed pink and he moved as though he were a mindless zombie.

“Such pretty little things,” the Queen said with a cruel laugh, the tentacles responding to her words by tightening tighter around their captives. As their necks were choked both women gasped for air and were left looking a little less dazed, although neither was able to speak.

She stepped closer, bending down and getting in each of their faces. “A simple, plain beauty here,” she said to Rothais before stepping sideways to Ysmene. “Here, though, much more striking. Less youthful but a much more unique allure.” She used the back of a finger to stroke the large scar running through her ruined eye. “Your face has the look of evil yet I sense your heart is more good than most realize.”

“But,” she said, standing back up and taking a step away, “such disappointingly little titties on both of you. I prefer them big. The bigger the better. So let’s improve you both before I start really having some fun with you two.”

The Queen raised her hands into the air. They started to glow with purple energy and a moment later both tentacle bound women’s breasts began to glow with the same energy. Slowly their breasts started to grow, gradually swelling larger and larger. The moaned and wiggled in response, their eyes rolling up into their head as they panted and drooled on themselves. Their breasts grew till they were big then swelling larger till their size was huge and heavy enough to cause both of them to hunch over slightly from the weight they were unaccustomed to carrying on their chests.

“What a stunning improvement,” The Queen said, her voice a husky purr of pleasure. “Yet we could do better. Let’s see…” She raised a hand to her face and started tapping a finger on her chin, tilting her head to the side and pondering the sight before her.

“How about a little of this,” she said. More purple penis-tentacles rose up from out of the floor and twisted to point at the enlarged breasts. Their ends hardened and a moment later they all started cumming on their breasts, big thick loads of spooge that left their huge breasts covered with oozing cum.

“Very nice, but we can still do better.” The tentacles already wrapped around the two women began dragging them forward and then turned them together till they were face to face. They then lifted them both up off the ground and pressed them into each other till both pairs of magically enlarged breasts were smashed together.

“Oh yes, I’m liking this,” the Queen said and laughed happily. “I need more though! I want to see those big cum covered tits put to use.”

Small tentacles rose, no cockheads on their tips. They wrapped partially around each woman’s breasts, pressing them in. At the same time a cock-tipped tentacle more than twice as thick as the others started to rise up between them.

It pressed up between their two bodies, wiggling and writhing till it reached the bottom of their breasts. It then grew rigid and hard and thrust up, the cum oozing over their pressed breasts lubricating its upward thrust. The tentacles holding the women together pressed their chests in tighter, pressed their breasts in around the large cock-tentacle as it began fucking both their tits at once.

Both women moaned and drooled, their heads lolling first to one side then the other. Their eyes moved down becoming transfixed by the sight of the large purple cockhead popping and out from between their breasts. The cum that had stupefied them had left them both hungry for more. The both opened their mouths wider, sticking their tongues out in anticipation.

The cock thrust up one last time, hard and fast. It quivered and then a torrential flood of semen blasted up into the two women’s face. Much shot into their open mouths, but more drenched their faces and hair.

The Nameless Dark Queen cackled in delight as the large cock pulled back down through their tits and lowered back into the floor below them. “Such a delicious show! Making me so hot. I’m ready,” she said, waving a hand down her front. Her black leather outfit dissolved leaving her standing naked. “Come to me, my new toy,” she said, looking over her shoulder, back at Diagoras.

Before her more tentacles swarmed up from the ground as the two women were pulled down, Rothais on her back and Ysmene on her stomach. Cock-tipped tentacles came at them from all angles, their cockheads leaking cum. Every one of their holes was invaded, the things fucking them vigorously. They moaned, shuddering occasionally as orgasm’s were pounded out of them, the cum being forced into their many holes priming their bodies for easy orgasms.

The Nameless Dark Queen spread her legs and leaned forward slightly, lifting her firm ass into the air. “Come, pet, mount me from behind.”

Diagoras’ cock was rock hard and visibly throbbing, still dripping semen from when the Queen had magically made him cum earlier. Obediently and without saying a word he stepped up behind her, grabbing her ass and sliding his manhood into her cunt. He slid in with ease, his cum and her flowing juices making the entry amply wet.

Her head pulled back as she purred in pleasure, reaching up and groping her large, firm breasts. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned as he shifted his hands up to her hips and started fucking her. “Yes, a warm mortal cock deep inside me. It’s been far too long.” Her eyes burned with magical energy, ensuring Diagoras remained hard and preventing him from cumming. He would not feel release till she was willing to allow it.

Ysmene and Rothais were being savaged by countless cock-tentacles. They came in them, pulling away only to be quickly replaced by another. Others slithered over their bodies, fucking their magically enlarged tits. The helpless women came over and over, still more cock-tentacles simply pointing at their naked bodies and spurting more cum on them.

But the orgasms they were suffering through were having an effect beyond forced pleasure. Each time they came their minds cleared some of the cum induced stupefaction that had so addled them. Ysmene turned to look at Rothais lying on her back being fucked from every angle. The adventurer returned the look, fierce determination in both their eyes. Ysmene twitched her head, signaling nearby with her eyes.

Rothais looked and saw their tattered clothing and gear was pilled around them. Suddenly she realized their weapons were within reach. The tentacles that had been holding their arms bound had pulled back long ago, both women too stupefied to try and escape. Rothais gave Ysmene one final look and nodded slightly.

Together they both reached for the nearest weapon. Rothais was able to grab her sword while Ysmene managed to grab both of her curved short swords.

The Nameless Dark Queen hissed between her teeth. “They are fighting my control,” she snarled but made no move to pull away from the man fucking her. “Yes, I can feel the blessing of a god coursing through them, fighting against my power.”

Even as she spoke both women were slashing at the tentacles around them. They sliced the things with ease, freeing themselves quickly. They both felt the blessing of Dethys coursing through them, leading their strikes and giving them speed and power. As they stood severed purple things writhed and fell from their various holes, leaking out of them. But the magical stupefying semen no longer held any power over them. The purple tentacles pulled away in fear, slithering back into the floor.

Soon they stood, naked and dripping cum but armed and fierce. For a moment they turned their wrath on the Queen but as they took a step towards her she sent a powerful glare at their way, breaking their momentary bout of courage. They turned and fled, the door they had entered through reforming and flying open before them.

Diagoras grunted, pounding into the Queen’s cunt from behind. “You are letting them escape?” he asked, confused.

She watched as they fled down the hall, turning out of sight. “Yes,” she replied, grinning eagerly. “I am letting them escape. It was my plan all along. I have you, that was the prize I desired. They were only a happy, momentary distraction. But you, you will need to be stronger. And I will need you bound to me forever.” She looked back over her shoulder, grinning evilly at him. “Cum, my new pet. Cum and be sealed to me in servitude forever.”

She felt his hands tighten around her waist and felt him shudder as he slammed his dick deep into her. As his cock exploded moisture into her and his soul was open to her. She took that moment to pour her magics into him, binding him to her.

He groaned in pleasure and pulled out of her, stumbling back. His eyes glowed brighter, steaming with magical energy. “What are you doing to me?” he called out, grabbing his head as pain flared through his mind.

She stood and turned to him, his cum leaking out of her cunt and running down the inside of her thighs. “Preparing you to be touched by Eczotl and to be remade in his image.”

Diagoras collapsed to the floor, tentacles erupting out around his body and catching him. The Nameless Dark Queen strode past him, her black leather outfit reappearing on her body. As she strode towards her throne room the tentacles carried the wizard behind her.

He writhed and screamed in pain until he had been carried to her throne of tentacles. The small cock-tentacles that carried him let go and slithered back into the ground. As they did the larger, thicker tentacles of the throne reached out, the suckers on them attaching to his body tightly. He continued to scream as they pulled him into their undulating mass, enveloping him until he was gone from sight and his screams silenced.

The Queen stood, smiling. “Be reborn, my new toy.”


* * *


Rothais and Ysmene ran as fast as they could, following the curved hall till they found the portal. It was slowly closing. They ran faster, diving through it and landing in the hall on the other side just as it closed behind them.

Panting, lying sprawled naked on the floor, they turned to see the portal close all the way, leaving a blank wall behind as near darkness enveloped the passageway. The warmth that had filled the room started to fade and even as they rose to their feet the melting ice at the far end of the hall was freezing back over, crackling ice spreading towards them.

Shivering, they quickly moved down the hall, looking back one last time and barely able to see thick ice reforming down the length of the wall. They stumbled up the stairs, the cold growing more intense with every step.

“Thank the gods we left most of our gear behind,” Ysmene said, her teeth chattering. They climbed the stairs as quickly as they could and found their small camp undisturbed. Both women quickly wiped as much cum from their body as they could before it froze then dressed in the spare clothing they had left behind. They would not be as warm as they had, but there were enough layers for them to hopefully survivor the freezing temperatures.

“We have to get to safety before we freeze to death,” Rothais said, shivering. “The green mage fire can help keep us warm when we camp. With its aid we should be able to survive the journey back to…” Her voice trailed, not sure where they should head.

“We should make for the Ranger’s outpost. It’s not far from here and I think I remember the way,” Ysmene said, already breaking down the small camp and repacking her gear for the journey. “And we have to tell them what we saw! I don’t know who that woman was but she was evil.”

Rothais nodded. “They will know what to do.” She thought of the Ranger she had spent the night with and was confident him and his compatriots existed to protect the borders of Vulfrellia from threats just like this.

“Fuck!” Ysmene swore. “Look,” she quickly added, pointing towards the World’s End Mountains. Dark clouds rose above them, hiding the tops of the peaks. And under the clouds was a white haze. “A blizzard! I’ve never seen one so big. Look, it stretches in every direction.”

Rothais crammed the last of the supplies into her pack and hefted it onto her back. She looked at the approaching blizzard with apprehension. “We need to try and cover as much ground as we can before it reaches us. It will be nearly impossible to travel in. Maybe if we reach the Ranger’s in time they can send a group to rescue your friend.”

Ysmene stood, staring at the approaching wall of white. “No,” she said slowly, “he wasn’t my friend. And he isn’t worth saving. I knew him well, or well enough. He was not a good man.” She shivered then but not from the cold. “I have a terrible feeling that we shall meet him again and that it will not be pleasant.”

They then turned and began striding into the Frozen Wastes. They had a long journey before them, one neither of them were confident they would survive. They didn’t speak. Both felt terror in their hearts knowing, somehow, that this was just the beginning and that soon no one would be safe from the perverse malice they had felt emanating from that frightening woman.


* * *


Anneyce stood on top of the rocky rise she had climbed up and stared out over the trees of the Great Northern Forest. Beyond the snow covered pines she could see the vast Frozen Wastes. Beyond them she should have been able to see the World’s End Mountains but they were obscured by a massive blizzard. It stretched from horizon to horizon, by far the largest storm she’d ever seen blow down from those ominous mountains.

She climbed back down and called out to her partner. “Ilvuna! Where are you?”

The cleric of Ynara strode out from behind a tree, the sight of the woman making her angry. She barely had enough clothing on to be considered dressed, her massive breasts barely held in check with small strips of white cloth. How was the woman not freezing to death?

“A storm is approaching,” Anneyce said, hopping down into the knee deep snow. “It will hit in a day or two. It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. I think we need to move towards shelter. Even with enchanted mage fire it could be the death of us.” As she spoke the final sentence her eyes darted down to the woman’s massive breasts and she frowned in disapproval.

“You mean you don’t think I will survive such cold,” Ilvuna replied. There was no anger in her voice, but there was frustration. “Have you not seen that my goddess’ blessing keeps me warm? I stand here knee deep in the snow and I am as warm as if I sat by the biggest, warmest hearth.”

Anneyce strode past her, not making eye contact with her companion. “Your goddess is perverse and you should feel shame worshiping her openly,” she declared sulkily. “And the way you display your body, it will cause nothing but distraction and trouble with the other Rangers.”

She stopped, turning back to glare at the cleric. “Women should hide their breasts, especially if they are so indecently sized! They cause needless distractions, especially amongst military men. I’ve seen how the Rangers back at the outpost stare at you. You NEED to cover yourself. And how can you fight like this without those disgusting mountains of flesh held in place?”

Ilvuna stood in total calm, peaceful serenity spread across her pretty face. “I can fight as well as you,” she declared. “And what do you base this assumption of how one’s breasts can hinder them in combat on?” As she said this her eyes darted down to the other woman’s chest and she smirked. “Perhaps you speak from personal experience?”

Anneyce blushed furiously and turned back around, starting to stride forward again. This wasn’t the first time the cleric had implied she knew the truth of what lay bound and hidden under her layers of clothing. “It just seems that without being held tightly in place their bulk would get in the way or maybe throw you off balance during an attack.”

“They don’t,” Ilvuna said confidently. “Maybe they would do that to a woman who is not blessed by Ynara, but not me. All the strength I have comes from the goddess of large breasts. My breasts are how her power flows through me, they are the source of all my might.”

Anneyce scoffed. “Might? Ha! You look like a whore. The first time we face a foe you’ll be lucky to survive, and it will only be because I save you. You—”

She stopped, cocking her head. “Did you hear that?”

Ilvuna turned and listened. “Yes,” she whispered. Her hands fell to the silver war hammer that hung from her belt. She quickly drew it, wielding it with two hands and taking a combat ready stance.

Next to her Anneyce drew her bow and nocked an arrow with blinding speed, muttering a quick enchantment that made the point of the arrow light with fire. She took a step back closer to Ilvuna, pointing an arrow into the trees before them. They were close together and the thick snow that covered their branches made it hard to see very far into the forest around them.

It was nearly silent, the birdsong that normally filled the air absent. There was only a quiet gust of cold wind blowing in from the north. Both women tensed their grips on their weapons as they heard a distant, low growl followed a moment later by a bestial howl. The howl came at them like a sudden gust of freezing air, shaking the snow from the branches around them.

“Ice Wolf,” Anneyce hissed. A moment later two more howls sounded, blasts of cold coming at them from two more directions. “Fuck! Three of them.” She stepped closer to Ilvuna. “Well, cleric, it looks like we’ll soon see if all your bragging is true. If I die because I was forced to babysit you out here I’ll make sure my ghost haunts the other members of your religious order from now till eternity.”

Ilvuna pulled closer to the archer, shifting so they stood back to back. “You shouldn’t speak such blasphemy before a battle,” she said reprovingly. “But I am confident when we are done you will understand the power of Ynara.”

Low growls sounded from all around them, growls that shook the trees and sent snow cascading down all around them, momentarily obscuring their view beyond a few feet. The falling snow quickly started to clear, the first thing they saw was glowing blue points of light in the falling snow and as it cleared it became clear that the points of blue lights were eyes.

The snow finished falling, revealing the massive hulking forms of three Ice Wolves equally spaced around them. They were shaped like a wolf, only more thickly muscled and FAR larger. On all fours they stood taller than either woman. The beasts were snarling and slowly approaching, their gray fur covered in hoarfrost and patches of jagged ice that seemed to be growing up from their hides.

For a time the Ice Wolves simply kept their distance, slowly circling the two Rangers. The largest snarled and lifted its head up. As it growled ferociously at them intense blue light flared from down its throat and they felt a blast of ice blow towards them that made both women shiver.

Anneyce acted first, letting her flaming arrow fly directly between the hulking beast’s eyes. It acted with supernatural speed, roaring a blast of ice that snuffed out the flame on the arrow and sent it flying away from it, encrusted in ice.

The other two Ice Wolves snarled and lunged forward. Anneyce had another arrow knocked and on fire as she spun to the side, sending it flying as the beast leaping towards her. It slammed into the thing’s neck with enough magical force to cause it to fly back, whimper of pain as it landed and slid into the snow.

At the same time Ilvuna’s silver war hammer had begun to glow red. She leapt up into the air as the second wolf lunged at her, swinging the hammer up. Its head slammed up into the underside of the Ice Wolf’s snout, an explosion of blue and red energy as hammer met fur. The Ice Wolf went flying back through the air, its head shattering apart as if made of ice. Its huge body landed in the snow, motionless and dead.

Anneyce had twirled around with a new flaming arrow nocked, hoping she was fast enough to fire it at the wolf she had heard attacking Ilvuna. She was amazed when she saw the headless beast land in the snow, Ilvuna landing gracefully down beside it. Her leaping attack had carried her impressively far and killing one of the creatures, even one of the smaller ones, with a single blow was nearly unheard of.

But they were in battle and there was no time to wonder if she had been wrong about the cleric or her god. The Ice Wolf she had shot at was already back on its feet and the massive alpha was now charging at them.

Anneyce spun back around, leaping back and letting her arrow fly as the first Ice Wolf lunged at her again. Her arrow slammed into the side of the things head knocking it back again but from the angry snarls erupting from it she knew it had survived once again. She knew, though, that she had bigger worries in the next few moments. She turned as she drew another arrow to face the largest Ice Wolf and leapt back further, her fur cloaking billing around her as she sailed through the air.

All of her battle instincts flared and the world seemed to move in slow motion around the archer. The hulking alpha was mid leap, it’s massive front paws out before it. Its huge claws were bared for an attack, thick crystalline ice forming around them. For a flash she was aware that she wouldn’t be able to fire her arrow in time and that the wolf would be on her, its massive ice claws tearing her open and freezing her insides even as they spilled out of her.

But as the moment of dread flashed past radiant red light shone from beside the Ice Wolf. Ilvuna flew into view, her war hammer out before her as if the glowing weapon was pulling her through the air. It slammed into the side of the massive Ice Wolf and in an instance its huge form cracked as if made of ice and shattered as Ilvuna flew through the shards of ice and fur.

As Anneyce flew back and landed back first in the snow she turned, sending her arrow fling at the third and final wolf. But she hadn’t had the time to properly line the shot up and the arrow flew past the beast as it leapt not at her but at Ilvuna as she landed in the snow.

Its ice encrusted claws tore into the cleric’s side making her scream in pain. There was a momentary blast of red as her skin was ripped open but the magic in the beast’s claws froze the spilling blood almost at once.

Anneyce sat up, drawing another arrow as she did and sending it flying at the final Ice Wolf as it snarled and rose to continue its attack on Ilvuna. This time the arrow hit true, slamming into its neck with a flash of flame. The beast fell, yelping in pain.

Ilvuna winced in agony but managed to stay on her feet, spinning and bringing her war hammer up then down on the Ice Wolf’s head. The hammed struck down and the beast’s head shattered, the rest of its body twitching then falling dead.

The cleric stumbled back in the snow, dropping her weapon and moaning in pain as she grabbed her side. Anneyce leapt to her feet, quickly stashing her bow on her back and rushing forward as she started to try and locate one of the precious healing potions she had with her.

“I won’t let you die,” she said rushing towards her. “Not after you proved me so wrong.”

Ilvuna reached an arm out and leaned against a nearby tree for support. Her other hand was on her side and she winced in pain when she touched the frozen blood coming from the wounds the beast’s claw had left in her side. “Ynara protected me,” she said weakly, “and she’ll see fit to heal me.”

“No, I will heal you once I can find the damned potion,” the archer said, coming up to the cleric and helping support her.

Ilvuna shook her head. “No, save it for yourself. I’ve something better but it wouldn’t work on you.” She grabbed a bottle from her belt and popped the top. “Help me stand while I apply it,” she said. As soon as the archer was fully supporting her Ilvuna used her free hand to pull aside the strips of cloth that barely covered her nipples. Her massive, wide, heavy breasts fell free.

“What the hell are you doing?” Anneyce yelped, scandalized and confused that the cleric was exposing herself.

“It has to be applied to my breasts,” Ilvuna said, tipping the bottle over and pouring thick, white fluid onto each of her tits.

Anneyce stared at the oozing fluid that has come from the bottle. “What is that? God’s above! Is that what it looks like?”

“Yes,” Ilvuna said, beginning to rub the semen over her breasts. “Man’s seed. The seed of the male Rangers back at the Northern Outpost.”

Anneyce was disgusted and let go of the cleric, pulling away in revulsion and not caring if it meant the woman would collapse. Only she didn’t. The cum on her breasts was glowing with red sparking energy and her wounds were healing, quickly disappearing from sight. Ilvuna stood a few moments later, smiling and looking as if she had never received the wound.

“That’s disgusting,” Anneyce snarled. Yet she’d never seen a healing potion work as fast or so thoroughly, especially against a wound that had inflicted magical damage.

Ilvuna stood tall, her naked breasts pressed out and a prideful look on her face. “It isn’t,” she declared confidently. “Ynara is the goddess of large breasts. Her magic must be worked through one’s breasts. And she finds sexual pleasure that comes from the use of one’s breasts most pleasing. I used my breasts to milk my fellow Rangers of their seed and make that potion. And now you know I’m as mighty as you in a battle,” she added. “I killed two of them where you only killed one.”

Anneyce looked away, ashamed. “You are right,” she muttered. “You’ve proven your worth as a fighter, a cleric, and as a Vulfrellian Ranger. I shame myself by speaking so derisively of you.” The shame she felt sounded in every word she spoke but when she was done she looked up, determination on her face. “But I still say your goddess is perverse and I’ll take no part in worshiping her.”

Ilvuna replied with a smug, knowing smile. “We’ll see. I can feel Ynara sees you. She rarely sees those who will not one day serve her.”

The archer turned her back on the cleric and raised her hands to her chest protectively. She didn’t like what the cleric’s words implied especially since she knew the goddess of large breasts had reason to notice her.

She took a deep breath then turned back to Ilvuna. “We should move on. There might be more of the Ice Wolves around and that blizzard is still headed our way. There’s a hermit that has a home not far from here. We often stop in on him to shelter from storms. He’ll give us a place to hold up while the blizzard passes.”


* * *


“You don’t think he’s suspicious,” Oda Smallburrow whispered to Rirhi Zavin as they closed the small door that led to the front of the carriage.

“No way,” Rirhi whispered back. “He’ll think us true, just in need of a nap.”

The two young Rangers climbed through the supplies piled inside the carriage housing till they reached one of the small beds built into the side. Rirhi sat, leaning back and grinning happily at the small gnome as she came and knelt between his legs. “You sure you really want to do this?”

She looked up at him with large, eager eyes. “Oh yes. I’ve always wanted to do this to one of the bigger folk. I want to see if it’s as big as they say and if I can fit in my mouth.”

“Okay,” Rirhi said, grabbing his pants and hopping up as he pulled them down.

The two had been leaning together and stealing kisses for the last hour behind the back of the dour Minotaur driving the carriage. As Oda had giggled and whispered that she wanted to suck him off he’d started to grow hard in anticipation. As his pants were tugged down past his cock it bounced up, fully erect.

Oda gasped, throwing her little hands to her mouth, her large eyes growing even larger. She started giggling nervously. “Holy shit, it IS huge.”

Rirhi grinned madly. He knew he was averaged sized for a Human but very much enjoyed being told his cock was large. “It’s really not that big,” he mumbled quietly.

She looked up at him, her eyes still wide in shock. “Oh, sure, for a Human. But compared to most Gnome cocks? It’s huge, trust me. Just thinking about how that monster would feel in my pussy…” Her voice trailed off and she shuddered in pleasure at the thought. “But I’m not ready to try that yet… Today I just want to see if it fits in my mouth.”

He smirked. “It will.”

A sultry, hungry smile spread across her little green lips. “Let’s find out.”

She placed her hands on the bare skin of his thighs and moved in closer, bending down and sticking her little tongue out. She licked at the tip of his cockhead, running her tongue around it in circles as she slid her hands up his thighs. Then she used her tongue to lift his dick up and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.

Rirhi moaned in delight as he saw how huge his cock looked in her little hands. They were barely able to wrap around his shaft. He moaned again as she started to squeeze him, opening her mouth at the same time and moving her head down to take him into her.

For a moment they both thought she wouldn’t be able to fit his cock in her mouth. But she stretched her jaw wide and managed to get it passed her teeth. Once she was passed his cockhead she started sucking in, sealing her lips around his shaft. She started bobbing her head up and down his shaft, noisily sucking and slurping as drool leaked out around her lips and started to run down his shaft.

She pulled away, gasping for air, her little hands still holding his cock tightly. “It’s so fucking big! I can’t fit even half its length in my mouth,” she said, looking up at him. Her greenish cheeks were flushed and her face was sweaty. “How am I doing?”

“You’re doing great. And you don’t need to go all the way down,” he whispered. “Use your hands. Stroke the half of my shaft you can’t fit in your mouth.”

She grinned, her eyes sparkling, then leaned back over and inhaled his cock. As she went back to sloppily sucking the top half of it she started stroking the bottom half with her hands. All the drool that dripped down helped lubricate them and soon Rirhi was leaning back with his head on the wall and moaning in delight. Her head bobbed up and down as her hands pumped tightly around his shaft.

“Azel be praised,” he mumbled, praying to the cock god.

Oda heard him mumble something but couldn’t make out the words. She started working his cock more vigorously. She wanted to see how fast she could make him cum.

Rirhi wasn’t sure if this was the best blowjob he had ever received but he was certain it was the most enthusiastic one. He wanted it to last but she was working his cock with too much vigor. He felt himself quickly rocketing towards release and muttered that he was about to cum.

The Gnome doubled down, sucking his cock more intensely. It was clear she wanted him to finish in her mouth so that’s what he did.

As he groaned she felt his cock pulse in her hands and then there was an explosion of bitter, salty fluid in her mouth. She automatically started swallowing, a little overwhelmed by how much of it there was, at least twice as much as a Gnome would release when he came.

She pulled away from his cock and scrambled up onto the bed next to him, needing to kiss him. She pinned the larger man down, shoving her face against his. As soon as they began kissing she forced her tongue into his mouth, wanting him to taste his cum in her mouth.

They pulled apart slightly, both gasping for breath. “You’re marvelous,” Oda said, wrapping herself around him.

He leaned his face against hers, glowing with joy. “How can I return the favor?” he whispered to her.

She kissed him on the cheek then giggled bashfully. “I don’t want anything more than to lay here and cuddle with you for now, although you should probably pull your pants back up.” She shifted away as he did this and pulled his legs up onto the bed before Oda cuddled back up against him. “We’re going to have plenty of time together, on the road and at the Northern Outpost. I won’t be there forever but it will probably take a few seasons for the new keep to get built and I’ll need to oversee it all. I really like you, Rirhi. I want to savor this thing between us, take it slow.”

“Okay,” he said with a quiet laugh. “Whatever you want, you pervy little smudge.”

She sat up and punched his chest with one of her little fists, giggling. “That’s a racial slur!” She fell back onto him, sighing happily. “Never thought being called that would fill me with such joy.”

“I still don’t really get why they are building a new keep there,” Rirhi whispered, wrapping his arm around Oda and starting to stroke one of her long pointed ears.

She cooed happily. “It’s because of the King’s seer. She had a vision and told him the Outpost needed to be refortified.”

Rirhi shivered. “That woman is spooky. Have you ever met her?”

“No,” Oda said. A moment later her eyes opened wide and she looked at him. “Wait. You’re a noble. Did YOU get to meet her?”

“Yeah, once,” he said as though the matter was barely worth mentioning. “My father was throwing this huge feast and she was one of the guests. I didn’t talk to her, I was too afraid. She’s blind and has this scary metal plate secured around her eyes. Yet she moves about like she can see. They say it’s because she’s seen so much of the future she has the events happening around her memorized. It’s kind of terrifying.”

“Is it true what they say about the metal thing she wears?” Oda asks.

“I don’t know, what do they say?” he asked, pretending he had no idea what she meant. “Probably,” he added quickly, laughing when she punched him in the chest again. “I don’t know what kind of metal it’s made of but it looks strange. And it’s covered in runes that glow and pulse. And when she turns and faces you, you feel this thing… Like she’s looking at you, but not with eyes. It feels like being seen by more than sight.”

“You must have met so many important people,” she said, sounding awed by his life. “I wish—” She stopped mid sentence and sat up. “Hey, we’re not moving any more. How long ago did the carriage stop?”

“I don’t know,” Rirhi said, sitting up as well and looking concerned. “It shouldn’t be time to stop of lunch already.”

“Rirhi! Oda!” Oenteer bellowed from outside, sounding like he was far away from the carriage. “Come now, and come armed. The Rangers of Vulfrellia are needed!”


* * *


Oenteer’s ears twitched and he snuffled his snout as he drove the reigns of the cart. “It’s finally happening,” he muttered, fighting the urge to look behind him. He knew that would be pointless, the two were smart enough to close the small door that lead from the back seat into the housing the carriage pulled.

The memory of the two letting out exaggerated and obviously false yawns before declaring they were both sleepy and in need of a nap made him chuckle. “They think they are so sly,” he muttered happily. “Let them think they’ve tricked me. I won’t embarrass the two by letting on I know they’ve begun rutting like they are in heat.”

At least they were being quiet, that he could be thankful for. And they weren’t doing anything that made the carriage rock, although he supposed it was sturdy enough and weighted down by enough heavy supplies to prevent that. He’d give them their space and privacy and not let on he knew what they were up to.

Even though he thought their romance could cause problems down the road he was happy for them. Let them find joy while they could, he knew the hardships that came from living and serving on one of Vulfrellia’s border outposts would leave little time for such pleasures.

The Minotaur was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed the figure stumbling out into the road ahead of him in time to pull on the reigns and make the draft horses come to a stop. “Ho!” he yelled, trying to both stop the carriage before the figure collapsed onto the road while keeping it from veering dangerously to the side.

As soon as the horses were stopped he hopped down from the carriage’s driver seat and rushed towards the figure lying in the road. Something was very wrong and he wanted to discover just what as soon as he could.

The figure was a woman, a High Elf by the looks of her slender yet curvaceous body. She was naked and covered in dirt but what he noticed most was her breasts. They didn’t look right. They seemed too big and the way she had fallen forward as she stumbled out into the road made it seem she wasn’t used to their weight on her body.

“Ho! Greetings,” he called out as he dashed to the woman, kneeling down beside her as soon as he reached her. “Tell me what is wrong,” he said but as soon as she rolled over to look at him he pulled back.

Her face was all wrong. One of her eyes was wide open, the pupil fully dilated while the other eyelid sagged down, the eye hidden under it red and bloodshot. She was practically foaming at the mouth and she had a wild, confused look on her face. She mumbled incoherently up at him and rolled over to face him better, revealing that her breasts were red and swollen, obviously newly enlarged in some magical manner. Her wild eyes darted down and she mumbled a single word as she stared madly at his crotch. “Cock.”

Oenteer stood up and jumped back. “Desire plague,” he muttered darkly, recognizing the ailment the woman was suffering. Even as the words left his mouth he sniffed at the air, smelling and tasting the alluring sexual musk heavily radiating from the woman. He felt his cock hardening and his heart racing as the miasma of sexual plague threatened to overtake him.

He was breathing deeply, trying to keep control of himself. Luckily he’d faced an outbreak of this disease before and knew what needed to be done. Even as the powerful musk of the woman filled him with the overpowering need to bury his mighty cock deep in her cunt and pound her till he filled her with his seed he knew that was the last thing he should do. The plague would start to spread to him once he was inside of her, taking control of his body and making him do the one thing that was certain to infect him.

Looking down at the Elf’s swollen breasts he cursed the gods for the way the vile disease changed a woman. Once a woman was infected her breasts swelled, growing large as they filled with more and more milk. Once a man gave in and started fucking an infected woman he’d be driven to start sucking on her engorged breasts, the milk leaking from them sealing his fate and fully infecting him. And once a man was infected his semen, which his body would them be making at a pace that would quickly drain his life energy, would be all that was needed to infect other women.

It was a deadly disease that could devastate towns or even who regions if not stopped soon enough. But there WAS a cure, even for those in late stages of infection. A man would need every drop of semen milked from his balls, but it would need to be done without ingesting or getting any of the fluid in the person doing so.

As for infected women their cure seemed easier. They need only swallow a big enough load of cum from an infected man. Simple yet incredibly hard to accomplish. The miasma of pure sexual lust that hung about an infected woman (something that happened to a much smaller degree to infected men) was very hard to ignore. The drive to pin the infected woman to the ground and fuck her cunt while sucking on her milk engorged tits was nearly impossible to ignore.

But Oenteer had faced this before. His will was strong and even though his huge Minotaur cock was painfully hard and throbbed with intense desire to be inside the naked elfling he fought the temptation.

She had rolled back over onto her stomach and started crawling towards him, dragging her enlarged tits in the dirt under her. She looked up, madness on her face, and reached for him. “Cooooooock,” she moaned as she pulled herself ever closer.

Oenteer’s cock stood painfully hard and erect. He wore a skirt of leather lappets that his massive cock had simply pushed aside and risen out of as it grew erect. Huffing and flexing his muscles as he tried to maintain control he took a step closer to the infected woman. He had to save her. He had to prevent the disease from spreading any further and that meant she’d need his cum.

He lunged forward, falling upon her and grabbing her narrow Elven body with his massive hands. He flipped her over and sat down on top of her, letting his huge cock slap down on her chest. She started writhing and struggling under him, grabbing at his hips and trying to pull him down as she spread her legs for him. He kept her pinned and denied the urge to give her what she wanted.

Instead he leaned forward and spit on his cock then grabbed her swollen, enlarged tits and wrapped them around his huge cock. A moment later he was humping her chest, groaning in pleasure. It shamed him how much he enjoyed fucking the diseased Elf’s swollen breasts but there was no other choice. This was the easiest and safest way to get himself to cum.

She looked up at him, one eye larger than the other as she drooled and foamed from the mouth. “Cock,” she muttered over and over again. “Cock! Cock! Cock!”

He fucked her tits hard and fast, concentrating on how good it felt to try and cum as fast as possible. He felt himself building towards climax. He pounded her chest harder. He was squeezing her tits so tight infected milk was streaming out of her swollen nipples, running down her tits and getting all over his cock. The added fluid only helped lubricate his cock and helped him cum sooner.

The moment he felt his orgasm begin he let go of her breasts. He grabbed her head with one hand and his cock with the other. Then, with one smooth motion, he rammed his cock into her mouth. It was so thick and girthy that it didn’t fit all the way in, but that didn’t matter. The tip of his cockhead was in her mouth as he groaned and came inside her.

Minotaurs let loose far more cum than almost every other race in Alaria. His blast of semen ballooned her cheeks. He kept his cockhead pressed tight against her mouth, not giving any room for her to spit even a drop of the cum out. She gagged then swallowed.

He pulled away, the miasma of sex around her already starting to dissipate enough to allow his cock to start to soften. The woman sat up, gasping for air. Her eyes began to right themselves. She breathed heavily, reaching up to wipe her mouth clean. Then she grabbed her breasts, hugging them protectively as she looked around, fear on her face.

“What happened to me?” she asked, looking up at Oenteer. “There was a woman. She came up to me on my farm. Something was wrong with her… The air around her was so cold. She reached out. Her arm was… It was like she was a ghost, not really there. She touched me and then… then…”

Oenteer scooped the woman up and told her she was safe now. He stood and looked around. There was a farm in the direction she had stumbled from. “Calm,” he told her soothingly. “I’ll take you home. Once I know you are safe me and my companions will search for this apparition.”

As he started to carry her towards her home he looked back at the carriage. “Rirhi! Oda! Come now, and come armed. The Rangers of Vulfrellia are needed!”


* * *


Oda sat atop the short stone wall that ran around the farmhouse the young Elf maiden was recovering in. She held a small crossbow in her tiny hands, looking about nervously. She felt relieved when she saw Oenteer and Rirhi striding out of the nearby woods towards her. Both of them were holding their impressive weapons at the ready but it didn’t look as though they had been used.

“Did you find anything,” she called out as she hopped down off the wall.

“No,” growled the Minotaur. “Nothing. I found where the poor girl claimed she met the apparition. I could make out the Elf’s foot prints but there was no sign that anyone else had been there any time recently.”

“Well, there was something,” Rirhi said, looking nervous.

Oenteer’s ears twitched and he snorted. “The boys right, although I don’t know how important it is. There was a smell in the air, something neither of you would pick up.”

Rirhi grinned, elbowing the huge Minotaur. “But your great big snoot picked it up, didn’t it?”

Oenteer growled and glared down at the Human. “This is no joking matter. We’re very lucky I was the first one to stumble upon her. Desire Plague can spread fast and if you’re not familiar and prepared for it it’s far too easy to succumb to the disease.”

“But if she was infected doesn’t that mean there’s an infected man running around somewhere nearby? I don’t understand how the female apparition could have spread it to her. I thought it could only be passed between the genders.”

Oenteer grunted. “It’s a magical disease. It can, and usually is, started by magical means. If the elfling’s story is true then the woman who infected her might have been a magical projection, something sent by a powerful sorcerer. We’ll need to stop at the small town up the road and send a raven back to the capital and let them know about this. This was an attack.”

“But who could have been behind the attack?” Oda asked, looking about nervously.

“I don’t know. Perverse cultists. Agents from one of the kingdoms Vulfrellia calls enemy.” He stopped, obviously having more to say but looking hesitant.

“But that’s not what you think, is it big guy?” Rirhi said, staring intensely at the Minotaur.

“The plague could have spread from here, but if that’s what you wanted you would have targeted someone in a more populated area. Plague would have spread faster and been harder to get under control. And the chances that she would stumble out in the road just as we were passing seem too incredible. I think it was a trap meant for us.”

Rirhi and Oda looked shocked.

“What does this mean?” the Human asked.

“It means someone might not want us getting to the Northern Outpost,” Oenteer replied.


* * *


The Nameless Dark Queen gasped and stumbled back. The glow in her eyes was faint and for a moment she looked as if she might collapse. She stumbled to the nearest wall and leaned against it for support, breathing heavily.

“Took almost all I had in me to send my essence that far south,” she muttered. “And it didn’t even work.” She glared at the ground, sulking in her defeat. “The more of the Rangers at the outpost the harder things will be for me. I need more time. I need allies.”

She looked up at the swarming mass of thick tentacles that normally was her throne. “Allies,” she repeated, standing up as her power slowly returned to her. “It’s time for allies.”

The Queen strode towards the throne, her eyes glowing more intensely with every step. She raised her hands above her head and they too started to glow. “It’s time, my pet. Show me the gifts Eczotl has bestowed upon you!”

The tentacles began to twist and writhe, pulling back and revealing a shadowed figure bent over. As the tentacles receded the figure stood and stepped out of the throne.

“Beautiful,” The Queen hissed, seeing what the man known as Diagoras Trentin had become.

He was no longer a man, at least not a Human one. His skin was purple and his body was more muscular. His arms and legs were longer, as if they had been stretched out, and his fingers were inhumanly long and narrow with claw like nails on them.

The biggest change was his head. Nothing remains of the man he used to be except maybe his eyes. But those were hard to see now, sunken deep in a large misshapen head that looked more squid than man. His head was bald and a bony ridge ran out from the edges of his face around his head. There was no sign of a nose or mouth. Instead the bottom of his face was covered with a series of small tentacle like tendrils.

“I am reborn, my Queen,” he declared, the tendrils where his mouth should be wriggling as he spoke.

He was naked and a frighteningly large cock hung limply between his legs. But more disturbing was his chest. All of the magical amulets and talismans the wizard had worn when the throne of tentacles had consumed him were now fused into his body, each glowing with power.

“You are reborn indeed, Diagoras,” The Queen said, looking at him with pride on her face. “You shall be the first of my new subjects and as my power grows so shall yours. Eczotl shall bless us both as we do his will. He hungers for this world and we shall serve it to him as a feast.”

She waved a hand before him and a green robe appeared on him, sleek and heavy with a flared collar that could be pulled in around his head to hide the hanging mass on the bottom of his face. He raised a hand and a sleek purple staff appeared in it, shaped as though it were a single large tentacle whose tip wrapped tightly around a glowing stone.

“What is your first command, my Queen?” he asked.

The Nameless Dark Queen pondered the question. “I’m not sure yet, my pet. But I have faith I will find a use for you sooner than later.” She smiled, her mind already drifting back south. Others would soon fall to her power and be reborn. And those that couldn’t be turned would be dispatched, of that she was certain.


(to be continued soon)

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