Lucriece stopped her work, resting her scythe on the dirt of her small crop filled field and leaning on it as she wiped the sweat from her brow with her sleeve. She looked up, admiring the clear blue sky and shining sun above her. She then glanced down letting her eyes run over the top of the tree line that surrounded her and her farmstead.
Her and her husband had worked hard clearing this small section of Tronahar Forest to lay claim to this borderland farmstead. But already their hard work was being rewarded. Others were moving west out of their native land of Capatia, spreading into the wilderness to tame it. There were already small towns appearing in the wilds, places that in a few generations would be teaming cities that flowed with Capatian commerce. Yes, this land like many others would be tamed by her fellow countrymen and when the wilds were part of the Capatian kingdom this farm would be located in a profitable place, hopefully providing for any children her and her young husband might have.
Looking out into the dense forest she longed for her man. He’d left early that morning to hunt. The game he’d return with would keep them well fed but she’d miss him in his absence, knowing he’d be gone for at least a day or two if not longer. Meanwhile she’d work the field, taking an equal part in building their life together.
She knew it wasn’t like that in many lands. But in Capatia women were not only equal to men but in many regards held in higher esteem. It was women that led the majority of most commoner’s households and the head of nearly every Capatian great house was a woman. And the kingdom was led by the Queen, the King little more than her doddering arm candy.
It wasn’t just their society that made Capatia different from most other kingdoms. The native Capatians, although Human, were a very distinct breed of Human. Tall and naturally well muscled all with red hair. The men were sturdy, bulky figures while the women tended to be naturally curvy with breasts that put the average size of most other Human races to shame. Breasts that were huge and heavy, sizes normally only ever seen naturally on certain breeds of Elves or Dwarfs.
Lucriece was a perfect female specimen of the Capatian breed. Tall, well muscled yet naturally curvy and her breasts so large they got in the way more than not. Even dressed in the simple loose fitting garments she wore to work the field their large size was unmistakable even from a great distance. And her figure was something the cloaked stranger walking slowly up the rough hewn path that led past the farmstead was first to notice.
The stranger got within speaking distance before Lucriece noticed him. Once more she put her scythe down, resting on arm on it and hailed the stranger with the other. “Greetings, traveler,” she called out, smiling happily at the figure. Travelers heading to the newly constructed town of Wood Creek frequently traveler the path past their farmstead and his appearance was of no great surprise to her.
Once the figure waved back at her she let her tool drop to the dirt and quickly began moving towards the edge of her property where the cloaked figure stood. She stopped on the way to grab a bucket of water hanging from a post, knowing it pleased the dual god and goddess that her people worshiped to offer what respite she could to weary travelers.
The figure pulled back his hood as Lucriece approached, revealing a soft face with pleasant male features. The man was Human but there was no way he was Capatian, not with his brown hair and thin, weak looking body. He smiled and greeted Lucriece, asking if he could have some of the water.
With a happy nod she held the bucket up for him, handing him the wooden ladle inside. He dipped it into the water and lifted it to his face, drinking deeply. “I thank you, kind stranger,” he said, wiping some water from his mouth with his sleeve.
“What brings you this way?” she asked, always curious to hear the answer to that question from the travelers that wandered by.
The man smiled wider. “I’m a priest and there is a temple to my god ahead that has need of my services. I bring with me implements of my faith to restock the temple,” he said, patting the thick satchel that hung from his side. “And it warms my heart to be offered such refreshment by a stranger. Surely such kindness need be repaid.”
“Oh no,” she quickly replied, blushing and looking away. “It is the only decent thing to be done!”
“Even so,” he replied quickly, “I feel as though I was meant to come down this path and meet you. I can feel some divine power at work and am compelled to offer you my thanks.” He looked down, reaching into the stuffed satchel and pulling out something a bit bigger than his hand. The item was wrapped in cloth, cord tied round it keeping the item within hidden from sight. “Here,” he said, thrusting the wrapped item at Lucriece. “A small token of my god, blessed to bring great pleasure to those that possess it.”
She blushed once more, taking the item form the man. “Thank you kind ser, you are too generous.”
The priest then closed his satchel and nodded at her. “I best be on my way, but I feel as though we shall meet once again my kind Capatian woman.”
She waved after the man as he began to walk away, continuing on his journey. “And perhaps next time, kind priest,” she called after him, “you shall meet my husband!”
He didn’t look back at her, the back of his head hiding the predatory smile that spread across his face. “Oh yes, we shall meet again my big titted, fertile Capatian, and very soon,” he muttered quietly to himself. “But sadly your dear husband will not be there, for the useless retch has already been taken care of.”
Lucriece watched the priest disappear down the path into the woods. It was only after he was out of sight that she realized the man had never said the name of his god nor had she seen any holy symbols on him to reveal the identity of his deity. Thinking on this she realized she had simply assumed that he worshiped the dual god and goddess nearly all Capatian’s worshiped, Pourrait and Prucella.
She looked down at the blessed item the man had given her. Carefully she began unwrapping it, curious to see if the symbol of the priest’s god would be on the item. She was perplexed when the item was reveal. It was a slender, perfectly smooth shaft with a flat bottom and a rounded tip. It appeared to be made of some kind of stone yet when she picked it up she found it much lighter than she had expected.
There were no carvings on it, no sign of the god that had blessed it. And she’d certainly never seen any such item in connection with her gods. Yet the item unmistakably radiated holy power, a soft hum she felt deep in her core when she held it. A hum that made her cheeks flush and her insides feel… strange.
But the curiosity could wait, there was still much work to be done before she could retire to the simple log cabin her and her husband called home. She wrapped the holy item back up and stored it in her pocket, intent on studying it in more detail later that night. Then, whistling happily, she returned to her work in the field.
* * *
Candle light flickered around Lucriece dimly lighting the bedroom. Outside all was dark, the moon not yet having risen to add a faint glow to the world. She had eaten and washed herself after her long day of weary work and was preparing for bed. She stood naked, humming happily to herself. She was looking forward to sleep after such a long day yet as tired as her body was her mind was not yet ready to rest.
Her eyes wandered from the inviting softness of her bed to the wrapped item that sat on a nearby table. It seemed to be drawing her focus to it, calling to her.
She walked up to it, enjoying the feel of her naked breasts swaying with her body’s movement. She was like most Capatian women: comfortable in the nude and not fond of having her overlarge breast contained by tight clothing. Even the loose garments she wore when she worked the field felt constraining to her, being free of them at the end of the day was a liberating, relaxing release.
As she headed for the strange item her mind wandered to her husband. She’d missed him more fiercely then normal this day, longing for his presence. She felt a thirst for the way he always responded to the sight of her naked large naked breasts and missed him even more, missed what the sight would entice him to want to do to her.
Reaching for the item her mind dwelt on an image of her man, naked and looking at her with carnal lust in his eyes. She could so clearly see his naked body, so clearly picture his manhood swelling and growing hard at the sight of her breasts. She felt longing for him and his manhood stronger than she ever recalled feeling, a longing that only seemed to double as she grabbed hold of the wrapped item.
Gently she untied the cord around the blessed item, carefully unwrapping it and revealing the strange shaft. She discarded the cloth wrapping with little thought and held the item tight in her hand, staring at it, concentrating on the odd sensation that seemed to flow forth from it. It warmed her, made her heart race and her cheeks flush.
As she stared she noticed for the first time how similar the shape of the item was to her husband’s manhood. She altered her grip of it, grabbing hold of it as if it WAS her husband’s manhood and she was preparing to lead him to their bed with it in hand.
“I need him in me,” she whispered, staring at the perfectly smooth item.
Then she turned and quickly moved to the bed, acting on pure instinct. She got up onto the mattress and lay on her back, spreading her legs the way should would when inviting her husband into her. At first she sat up slightly, staring at the item in her hand. It pulsed and seemed to be demanding something of her… The strange urge to please this item made her think of the urge she got to please her husband.
A moment later, barely conscious of what she was doing, she had laid back, her large heavy breasts shifting how they rested on her chest to droop down the sides of her front. She spread her legs even wider open and closed her eyes, longing for her husband to be there, to climb in the bed with her and get on top of her and caress the moist slit between her legs…
She reached down with one hand and gently felt herself. She WAS moist, as wet as she would be after he had attended to her needs with his mouth or hands. Slowly she dipped two fingers into her slit, shuddering at the feel of being penetrated. She needed to be penetrated, needed her husband’s manhood inside her.
Yet he wasn’t there. She was alone. It wasn’t often she felt this need when she was alone. In the past she had made due using her fingers to temporarily meet the needs of her hungry womanhood. But the feel of her fingers inside of her moistness wasn’t enough. She needed her husband. She needed his cock.
Then, with her eyes still closed and thinking of her husband, she moved the blessed rod towards her womanhood. She pointed the rounded end towards her sex, rubbing the tip in her moist folds. It felt surprisingly good and she moaned appreciatively. Yet as good as it felt she needed more.
With her eyes still closed she spread her legs further open and slowly started inserting the item into her throbbing, wet pussy. An electric feeling of pleasure and joy shot up through her core. Slowly she began to work the smooth shaft into her body, a little bit then back out then a little bit deeper. Her flowing juices slowly covered its length in lubrication, making it so it slid into her more easily with each slow press into her sex.
Before long she was thrusting the item in and out of her cunt, using it to pound her like her husband did when he was fully worked up and needed her. She thrashed her head from side to side, moaning and starting to buck against the item as she fucked herself with it. Her mind was filled with the image of her husband’s cock, his hard throbbing member, and in that moment it was all she could think of.
Her body began to rise in pleasure, mounting towards climax. She arched her back, moaning loudly as she kept using the blessed item to pleasure herself. Her mind was full of cock, but now it wasn’t just her husband’s she was imagining. Her mind raced, picturing the shape and feel of every man she had been with during her short life. Each cock different yet perfect and beautiful and in her mind divinely blessed.
It was more than just her mind remembering, more than just imagination. It was like a vision, a vision of endless cock and the pleasures they could bring to her body. She started to gasp as her body neared climax, yet she was unable to finish. She pumped the smooth shaft into her cunt faster, harder, deeper. Still it wasn’t enough.
Strange, unfamiliar words began to fill her mind. They flowed through her and soon she was whispering them to the empty house.
“Praise be to the cock god,” she gasped, plunging the shaft deep into her and not knowing who the god of cock was. She had only ever known the two gods of her people, yet in her heart she knew that there WAS a cock god and in that moment he was listening to her.
“Praise be to Azel,” she blurted out, the name being revealed to her suddenly. “I thank him for his blessing,” she whispered, suddenly realizing it was him that had blessed this amazing object that was currently brining her so much pleasure. “I worship him for the pleasure his blessing brings me. I shall let my faith flow through this stone cock and into him and if it pleases Azel may his blessing be upon me and allow me to cum!”
She pounded her cunt with the blessed shaft and felt Azel’s holy light shine deep into her through her cunt. Her core exploded in warm pleasure as she was pushed over the edge, finally starting to cum. She arched her back and pushed the object as far into her as she could as her vaginal muscles tightened around its hard shape. She started to howl in pleasure, a sound so loud she knew it would be heard outside her home and echo through the nearby field and maybe even into the woods that surrounded it.
The orgasm she experienced was the strongest, longest, most intense of her life. It shook her to her core and reverberated through every inch of her body, even up through her mind. She continued screaming, feeling her mind starting to melt with pleasure, and all because cock was so perfect and holy.
When her orgasm was done she collapsed, going limp. She breathed deeply, her large breasts heaving. She had let go of the blessed item but it remain inside her, throbbing with holy energy that continued to radiate up through her body and into her mind.
She felt herself changing, becoming something different, something that would from this day forward live to worship the holy perfection that was cock. To worship and serve Azel, the cock god. As inescapable weariness started to overcome her and she began to fade into a deep sleep she thought only of cock and the cock god and how when she woke it would be to become his loyal and devoted servant.
* * *
Ondarian strode from the edge of the woods, the small homestead and the field of crops stretching out before him. He smiled when he saw the figure working the field, the same figure he had greeted the day before. And even from this distance he could see that the holy item he had gifted her had done its work.
Lucriece worked the field just as she had done the day before, but now she did so naked. Her stance, though, was different. She stood with her legs tight together and when she moved forward it was with short steps and bent at a strange angle.
The priest of Azel was not surprised by the sight of the naked farmer nor by her strange stance. He knew exactly why she stood that way: the blessed item was rammed up her cunt and she stood that way to keep it falling from her body. He smiled, happy to see his work was nearly finished.
For a brief moment he thought of the stupid woman’s husband, as trusting as her but far more dead now. The man was of no importance and had been easily dispatched. The woman though, she was needed. Needed in the service of Azel, her womb needed by Vogur the High Priest.
Confidently Ondarian strode up to Lucriece, staring lecherously at her overlarge breasts as they hung down below her while she bent forward and worked the field. He liked these Capatian women, they had such marvelous bodies and such large heavy breasts. But more importantly these women were fertile and that more than anything filled the need of the High Priest he served.
“Greetings,” he said as he walked up to her. The naked woman was whistling as she worked and seemed not to notice his presence or hear his words. His smile grew, everything was proceeding perfectly.
He stretched and let his traveling cloak fall to the dirt. Under he wore his priest’s robes, cream white and flowing down his body. Yet they did not fully cover his form. At the front of his waist the fabric disappeared, leaving an opening in the front of his robes that left his manhood exposed. It had already started to swell as he stared at the naked woman, his body excited for what was about to happen.
He stepped up behind the woman, placing his hands on the top of her back and pressing her body down till she was bent all the way over. She still showed no sign of noticing him, yet her body followed the commands of his hands with perfect obedience.
Ondarian then grabbed hold of her plump ass cheeks and spread them open, revealing her puckered asshole and her womanhood, the blessed faux cock sticking out of her slit. He reached down and grabbed hold of it, sliding it out of her.
As it left her body she let out a low, long sigh of longing. And then, once it was all the way out of her body, she pulled away from the priest’s hands slightly and stood, turning to face him.
Her expression was strange, vacant as if little remained of her mind. “Azel has sent you,” she said plainly. “You are his priest and you have need of me.”
“Yes,” Ondarian said with a nod. “We need your womb and you will give it to us because it will please Azel. And you will be greatly rewarded with many splendid cocks, starting now in fact.”
He looked down and her eyes followed his. Her eyes lit up when she saw his manhood, hard and standing erect. “It’s so big,” she gasped. “So much larger than my husband’s!”
“You need never think of that man nor his tiny, pathetic cock again, my dear. You serve Azel now and all men that have sufficient faith in him are blessed with enlarged cocks. He makes our holy cocks more divine by his presence in us.”
“I would very much like to worship the cock god with you,” she said, still staring down at his manhood.
He took a step back and thrust his hips forward slightly so his dick stood out more before him. “Then do so,” he said, the grin on his face growing more wide. “This is your purpose now, to worship Azel through mortal men’s cocks.”
Lucriece dropped down into the dirt on her knees so that her face was level with the priest’s cock. Slowly she moved her face closer to it, moving her nose down its length and inhaling deeply as she did. “The smell,” she whispered, moving back up the length of his dick and inhaling again. “The perfect, holy smell of cock. I must worship it.”
“Then do so,” he replied, running his fingers into her red hair and grabbing hold of her head then pulling it towards his dick.
She opened her mouth and took his large thick member into her mouth slightly, licking the swollen head. She moaned as she did so then pulled away slightly. “Your head is delicious, although I fear your girth will barely fit inside my mouth.”
“It will,” he replied as he pulled her in again, this time thrusting his cock deep into her mouth.
She wrapped her lips tightly around his shaft and started sucking, bobbing her head back and forth. She gave him intense head with skill that had been unknown to her the day before, but she was now blessed by Azel and would excel at pleasuring the cocks she lived to worship.
As she continued her eyes rolled up into her head. “Yes, that’s right,” Ondarian moaned happily, running his fingers through her hair once more. “Worship cock, my cock, for that is how you please Azel. Be a slave to cock, all cock. Be stupid for cock. Be obedient for cock. Pleasuring it shall bring you pleasure.”
Looking down he could see she was sinking deeper into the cock trance that would leave her his obedient slave. “Such a pathetic, weak will you must have had to fall so easily under Azel’s power. And although your body is magnificent,” he said, staring down past her bobbing head and watching her large, bulky breasts swaying as she moved her body to work his cock, “I know that you are but a pathetic thing. Men as mighty as me, we deserve better women than you.”
He stopped talking for a moment to moan in pleasure. Then he looked back down at her. “But I have not brought you into Azel’s fold for myself. I do the High Priest’s work and he, he needs fertile women like you. Needs them back at the reclaimed high temple hidden deep in these woods and as yet undiscovered by you and your countrymen and women. He needs your body, your womb.
“Of course a nearly worthless farmer like you will not have the hardiest of bodies. You’ll only be able to give birth once or twice before your form gives out and you are… used up. But we must begin the breeding somewhere and there is no one that will miss you.”
He stopped talking again, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes as he moaned deep and long, cumming in the woman’s mouth. He kept his cock rammed in her mouth as she sucked and swallowed down every drop of his seed and only then did he let go of her head and allow her to pull away from him.
Looking down he saw that the woman looked dazed and blissed out, high on the holy drink that was a man blessed by Azel’s cum.
Reaching down he put a finger under her chin and lifted her face up towards him. Her eyes were empty, little left behind him. “No… you won’t last long in the breeding pits at all. But soon there will be others. The High Priest’s agents have infiltrated your kingdom. They work even now to bring better women to our temples doorstep, powerful women that will be able to birth a whole generation of… them. I just hope collecting them is as enjoyable as collecting you has been.”
He took a step back and pulled her up onto her feet. “Come on now, we have a few days journey ahead of us through the forest to our temple. But don’t worry, we will stop plenty of times to worship Azel together.”
* * *
The gate of Wood Creek was open, allowing the two figures on horseback to ride into the small frontier town without challenge. The lead figure frowned at this, displeased to see the town’s defenses were so lax.
She was a tall and imposing figure, dressed in ebony armor interwoven with a pristine white robe and a heavy cloak that hung behind her. Stowed on her back was a massive ebony spear, both ends of which had massive blades that glowed with throbbing white light. The woman’s platinum hair also glowed with a white light that made her appear more than Human. She had a face that was as beautiful as it was fierce looking, although her age was totally impossible to read. She could have as easily been a maiden just of age or a woman in her forties.
“It appears we’ll have much work to do here,” the woman said, turning to look back at the figure riding slightly behind her.
“As you say, General Outbridge,” the other woman replied.
The second woman was a short, plump Night Elf with light purple skin and was dressed in the light armor and robes of a cleric. She wore the symbol of the dual gods of Capatia, a circle made of two interconnecting emblems. The lower half circle had a pillar rising from its center that met the small sun and moon that were part of the upper half circle. Together they were the sign Pourrait, of god of power and vigor and Pucella, goddess of dignity and influence.
As they rode together into the freshly built frontier town General Outbridge looked at the hastily built wooden structures with disdain. “Most of these buildings will be gone before long. If this really is to be the seat of a new Noble House much will need to be changed. Quarries will need to be formed to mine the stone for the building of much more permanent structures. And the town’s buildings and roads must be constructed in a much more organized manner. And the walls! They would not hold for long against much beyond a small band of bandits.”
The plump Night Elf rode up beside her and nodded. “This is why you have been sent here.”
General Outbridge scowled, her pretty features twisted in disgust. “But it shouldn’t have been needed! The Consular the Queen appointed here should already have begun such work! What has that woman been doing these past months?”
“I know not,” the Night Elf responded meekly.
A smirk of amusement tugged at General Outbridge’s lips. “You do so like to agree with your betters, Eva Sunpride. I’ve never known a cleric to be so… submissive.”
The woman’s pretty, soft face flushed, the purple-pink of her cheeks growing more pink. “I have found that although Capatia is welcoming enough to members of other races the High Capatian’s will not stand for too much challenge to their… established authority.”
“Well,” the General said, stroking her chin in thought, “I suppose that is true. Even the Low Capatian’s with their dark hair tend to demure to our wishes. But then why do you stay? Why have you served the kingdom so well since coming of age?”
Eva shrugged, looking away from General Outbridge. “I was born here. This is the land of my gods and I sense this is where they want me.”
“Is that why you volunteered to follow me here? Have Pourrait and Pucella sent you here for some reason?”
There was a hint of jest the General’s words but the cleric either didn’t notice them or chose to ignore them. “Yes,” she said with quiet determination. “I have seen that this is where I am meant to be.”
“Strange that you, a lowly cleric, should be given such a vision when I, the dual god’s greatest champion have not.”
Again her words had an underlying tone of mockery in them and again Eva shrugged. “You are a paladin and you fight for our gods with blade and war when need be. I am but a cleric, and although I can fight it is to other purposes that the gods see fit to use me.”
“I suppose you’ll want to oversee the building of the temple to the dual gods when its construction begins,” Outbridge asked, but it was clear the answer to the question didn’t much interest her.
Instead of answering Eva pointed ahead to the large building in the center of the town. “I would guess the Consular has taken residency there.”
“Yes, as the largest and most impressive building I would assume that as well. All Consulars seem to cling to the finery and wealth of their office and I have found that Sauvanne Chevalier is no different. In fact I’m surprised she accepted the appointment to this frontier.” She paused for a moment, thinking over her last statement. “Then again her family is very ambitious. Perhaps the temporary decrease in quality of living is worth the potential influence that can be gained.”
“And perhaps,” Eva added, “she hopes this new acquisition by the Kingdom will see her family finally elevated to Noble House status.”
As the two figures rode up to the large building they failed to see the mounted man intently watching their arrival. He was a tall well muscled Human with long platinum hair with dark scruffy stubble that covered the lower half of his face. He wore dark sturdy clothing made for long and dangerous travels, a hefty pack on his back filled with what would be needed for a journey through the wilds alone.
He held the reins of his horse with hand while the other arm was held up, a black feathered raven perched on his arm. The man lifted the bird to his face and whispered something to it then looked down to check that the message secured to one of its legs was still there. Then, as he turned to begin riding away from the main road that ran down the center of Wood Creek, he tossed the bird up into the air, watching as it flew up and away from the city.
When the bird was out of sight he stopped, reaching into his shirt to pull out an emblem hung on a necklace. The metal symbol was an erect dick and it glowed slightly with pulsing red energy. “May Azel’s will be done,” he whispered. “And may the message reach the High Priest quickly.”
* * *
“I am disappointed to see how much work there is left to be done,” General Outbridge said, her voice firm and full of disdain. “What exactly have you been doing here since your arrival, Consular Chevalier?”
The General stood before the woman, the cleric that had arrived with her standing back slightly from her. They were in a large open room that was incredibly well furnished for a frontier dwelling. Clearly the Capatian dignitary had brought much finery with her when she had arrived.
The dignitary that the General was addressing, Consular Sauvanne Chevalier, sat before her at a large dining table that was covered with enough food to feed a whole family yet only she seemed to be picking disinterestedly at the food before her. She was a tall thick built Capatian woman with bright red hair and breasts at least twice the size of her own head. She wore a tightly fit red dress, the top of which was cut low enough to reveal an almost indecent amount of cleavage.
“If you must know,” she replied, lifting a glass full of wine to her mouth and taking a sip before continuing, “there have been matters far more pressing to attend to.” She seemed only to be paying half attention to the armored paladin that stood looming before her, glowing faintly with the might of her gods.
She picked at some food but mostly looked at the male attendant who stood beside her table. He was young and very attractive, with short dark hair that revealed him to be a Lower Capatian. When General Outbridge and Eva Sunpride had entered the room the young man had been sitting on the Consular’s lap and the two had been kissing patiently. She seemed put out that whatever fun she had had planned with the youth was now postponed.
“You don’t seem pressed,” the General said tersely. Capatians were very open with their sexuality but it was an aspect of her society the General had always had very little patience with.
“If you must know I’m currently waiting on my scouts to return. I arrived to tales and rumors that many of the homesteaders have recently been disappearing from their pathetic little farms. After some investigation I’ve discovered this to be true and have been endeavoring to discover why. My people have found a few of the missing men dead, their bodies fairly well hidden. But there has been no sign of any of the women nor any hint as to what is behind these disappearances.”
General Outbridge looked quit alarmed at this revelation. “Have you any theories?”
“None,” the Consular replied, picking a grape from a plate before her and popping it into her mouth. “I thought at first perhaps a band of brigands had taken root in the woods but none of the homes of the missing people have been looted. And the men we have found seemed to have been killed without a fight. We know there are various monsters in the wild forest, but they mostly keep to their lairs or the scattered ruins hidden about. My hope is that when my scouts return they will have some new clue to illuminate this mystery.”
There was a long silence as General Outbridge stared at the Consular. The elegantly beautiful red haired woman ignored the penetrating glance and continued to pick at the food before her, occasionally sipping her wine and giving her “assistant” longing, flirtatious looks.
Finally the General broke the silence. “Perhaps I best start gathering a small party to investigate this unknown threat.”
The Consular shrugged. “I expected you would.” She looked up, past the armored General and her glowing white hair to the plump Night Elf standing quietly behind her. “And I suppose you are here to begin the building of the temple?” Eva took a step forward and nodded. The Consular looked to the General. “I’m sure you are both weary from your long journey. I suggest you retire to the inn down the road. There are rooms aplenty there and good food. The kingdom will pay whatever costs you incur. And it is there in their tavern that you will both find the people you need to begin your tasks.”
She then leaned back, waving them off as if she were already Lord of this land. “Tomorrow morning I will be in a better mood to plan with both of you. And by then at least some of my scouts should have returned and perhaps be able to give us meaningful news. Now be gone, I’ve business of my own to return to.”
With a curt, annoyed nod the General turned to leave, her heavy white cape billowing behind her.
Eva lingered for a moment, staring at the Consular. “May the blessings of the dual gods be upon you.”
“And you,” The Consular replied, already reaching out to pull the pretty young man beside her closer.
* * *
As soon as the doors to the large room were closed Sauvanne Chevalier, Consular of Capatia, pulled her pretty young assistant back into her lap. “The tedium of my office,” she said, smiling at the boy then pulling him in for a long, deep kiss. “Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” she asked.
He blushed slightly. “I believe we were here, doing this.”
She smiled at him. Such a simple boy, she thought to herself. Pretty but no real drive to be other than he is. The perfect servant. It was the right decision bringing him with me.
“Yes, and now that we are alone I think it is time to progress with the activities. Please, go lock the door. We wouldn’t want any more interruptions. Then come back to me, but do so without your clothing. We won’t be needing them anymore.”
She watched the youth like a predatory hawk as he got up and crossed the room. Then, as he turned back to her and started to undress, she leaned back in her chair and sipped at her wine. Slowly she spread her legs, reaching down and hiking her dress up till she could easily reach the treasure that lay between her legs. As the boy slowly revealed his naked body to her she reached there and begin to lightly finger herself, stoking the fires of desire that were already rising in her. And of course she continued to sip her wine, adding more fuel to that growing fire.
Once he was undressed she stood, placing her wine glass down then quickly removing her own clothing. As she did she sighed in relief, happy for her massive heavy breasts to finally be free of her tight, restricting clothing. And she was happy to see the way the sight of them lit up the boys face. He loved her breasts nearly as much as she loved them.
“Come here,” she told him, moving to a wide soft couch that stood pressed up against one wall. “Come sit here. It will please me to be the one sitting on your lap now.”
The boy moved quickly, practically dashing to the couch and sitting upon it, the anticipation on his face barely contained. The sight of her thick naked body had already done much to engorge his manhood and once he was sitting he helped it along, spitting into his hand then stroking it. By the time Sauvanna had strolled up to him it was hard and long, standing at attention and waiting for her.
Smiling down at him she slithered up onto the couch, wrapping her legs around his body and reaching down under herself to grab his throbbing hard shaft. She lined it up with her pussy and lowered slightly, grinding her moist slit against the tip of his shaft. They both moaned in pleasure, the boy letting his head fall back and his eyes close.
Just as he seemed to have relaxed to luxuriate in the feel of what she was doing she pressed down, impaling her body on his cock. He moaned louder, wiggling under her slightly as he entered her.
Soon his hands were wrapped around her body, groping and caressing her firm round curves. She’d found he liked to grab and squeeze her ass almost as much as he liked to play with her overlarge breasts. She assumed he’d enjoy slapping her ass as well but she never let him. SHE was always in charge of their sex, never him. That’s how she liked it and how she intended to keep it.
His other hand quickly wandered to one of her breasts. She looked down, pleased at just how small the boy’s hand looked as it cupped the mass of her tit flesh. He lifted her breast slightly, reveling in the heavy weight of it. Then, gently at first, he began to squeeze and grope at it. Slowly these gropes grew firmer, more frantic. She started moving her hips up and down, bouncing her body on his cock, slowly at first but faster and faster. His firm gropes grew more intense, more wild.
She reveled in the feel of his gropes. Like most High Capatian women her large breasts were incredibly sensitive. She adored having them played with in almost any manner and breast play alone would frequently be enough to bring her to the edge of climax, sometimes even able to push her over that edge.
The earlier interruption had left her horny and eager for this and she needed quick release. She fucked the boy hard and fast, moaning like a cat in heat. It didn’t take her long to shoot towards orgasmic release.
When she started to cum she grabbed hold of him, wrapping her arms behind his body digging her nails into his back. “Cum in me,” she hissed. “I want to feel your seed inside me, wet and a testament to how perfect my pussy is.”
He grunted, giving her what she wanted almost instantly. She assumed he had been struggling to hold his own orgasm back, knowing it displeased her when he came without permission.
She ground into his body, making it so his quivering cumming cock was balls deep inside of her. She rode the waves of pleasure her orgasm brought her, enjoying the feeling of the explosion of wetness filling her insides.
Then, as soon as her orgasm had faded, she pulled off of him, rolling sideways to sit beside him. She spread her legs and sunk down, reaching between her legs and dipping her fingers into her cunt hole and pulling some of the fresh semen out. She spread it up to her clit and used it as lubrication to play with herself for a moment, her head back and her eyes closed as she moaned quietly.
“You are not worried, letting me do that in you?” the boy asked, breathing heavily.
Still playing with herself she turned to look at him, slight annoyance on her face. “No. I’ve told you countless times the charm I wear around my neck protects me from getting pregnant. A hundred men could put their seed in me every night for a year and I’d never be with child.”
“Oh,” he said stupidly.
She rolled her eyes, remembering now why she preferred he remain silent. He was pretty and obedient but he was also dumb and a slow learner in all things that weren’t sexual. That, she figured was due to his ill breeding. The Low Capatian’s just weren’t as good as the High Capatians like her. Their hair wasn’t red and their women had pathetically small breasts and their minds were… lacking.
He started to open his mouth to speak but she quickly reached over and placed a finger in his lips, silencing him. “No more words. I have a better use in mind for that mouth of yours.” She reached around his head and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling him down off the couch to kneel before her. She then grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him in between her legs, pressing his face into her cum dripping cunt. “Use your mouth to pleasure me. And I want you to lap up every drop of your seed and eat it as you clean my messy pussy.”
As he began to eat her out she let her body relax and rested her head on the back of the couch once more, staring up at the ceiling. She reveled in the pleasure his mouth was bringing her, thinking how happy she was. And things would only get better as they began to tame this wild land, building great cities. And surely before long her family would be named as the Noble House that would rule over this place. And THEN her life of true luxury could really begin.
* * *
The tavern that filled most of the ground floor of the inn was far busier than General Outbridge had expected it to be. Once Eva and her had their rooms arranged they had sat at the only open seats, joining a group of four people that were already busy drinking, eating, and talking about the news that filled this frontier town.
The others had all known who she was. Everyone in Capatia knew of General Outbridge and there was no one else whose hair glowed the way hers did. It was clear they were all interested in what her appearance meant, especially after they discovered she had arrived without any troops to commands, yet they were all polite enough not to press for answers when she seemed hesitant to give them.
Across from her and Eva there sat two youths dressed in the robes of the College of Magic. Fresh graduates sent to Wood Creek to provide whatever services were needed.
One of them was a young Half-Elf boy with light brown skin and features so pretty they were almost feminine. Vaytesh was his name and he had a happy, boisterous attitude that dominated much of the conversation. It was clear that he was young and naive of how the world outside the towers of the College worked, but what he lacked in experience he made up for with enthusiasm.
The other mage was even younger, barely looking as if she was of age. She was a Low Capatian with long jet black hair and intensely pretty, petite rounded features. Everything about her made her seem young, almost too young. The only thing that gave her any sense of belonging amongst those that sat drinking were the glasses she wore and the stern, serious look that was always on her face.
She didn’t speak much, the other mage doing more than enough talking for the both of them. He told those at the table that she was the youngest graduate in the college’s history and assured them all that she was a genius that excelled in every aspect of the magical arts. She had only blushed and mumbled something incoherently at this.
They hadn’t crossed paths much at the college he told them and had scarcely known more than each other’s names before beginning their journey to Wood Creek. “But Gretel and I have grown very close on the journey here, haven’t we?”
She nodded and shyly looked away. “Aye, we have Vaytesh.”
“Of course,” the boy continued, “we just arrived this afternoon. We’ll have a good night’s rest then see where are skills are needed!”
The other two figures that had already been at the table with the young mages were traveling companions, two adventurers who had headed to Wood Creek hoping to find work and adventure here.
The leader of the two was a feisty Capatian bard named Laurette, tall and more slender then most but still with impressively large breasts. Her bright red hair was braided into two very long braids that hung down past her waist. A short sword hung at her hip and she had kept a finely crafted and sturdy looking a hand harp by her side.
She claimed to be one of the most powerful bards in the land and said her skill with bardic magic was so powerful that she rarely played less the need of her magic was dire.
Her partner, a well muscled short Human woman with dusty blond hair had laughed at this. “She likes to boast,” she said with a heavy, foreign accent. “Almost as much as she likes seeing how many men she can bed in each town we visits.”
The bard had turned to shoot her partner a very serious look. “How many times do I have to tell you, Celeste. It’s not boasting if it’s true!” She then turned to the rest of the table and flashed a large, roguish grin. “As you can tell by her accent Celeste comes from a far away land where they grow the women big and strong but I dare say not very bright. Sometimes the subtleties of the common tongue escape her, only accenting her low intelligence.”
The blond woman grinned dumbly. “Aye, I am, what you say? ‘Dumb as rocks and twice as strong’?” It wasn’t clear that she understood this saying was normally meant as an insult and this seemed to prove that she wasn’t very bright.
“But Celeste is okay,” Laurette continued happily. “And sure she looks strong now, but this is nothing. She’s a barbarian and able to tap into the barbarian’s rage. She can grow as big and strong as she needs. I’m the brains and she’s the brawn, together through thick and thin.”
General Outbridge was very interested in hearing all about their lives as adventurers. Although their experiences overlapped when it came to killing things the rest of their life was totally different from her own and the General liked to listen to the tales of women that lived such free yet perilous lives. Eva too listened raptly, both women staying up late into the night to listen to the adventurers’ stories.
The two mages, though, excused themselves fairly early, slipping off to head to bed. As they did so Vaytesh had reached down and grabbed hold of Gretel’s hand. The young mage had blushed furiously and looked about as if afraid someone would see them.
“Calm, now,” he had whispered to her. “No one will care that we are retiring to the same room.”
“I know,” she said, her voice not very convincing. “It’s just… I’ve only ever done this once or twice before.”
He smiled at her. “Don’t worry. We’ll take things slow. I promised I’d wait till we arrived but if you want to wait longer…”
“No,” she said quickly, moving faster and pulling him along with her as they headed towards the stairs that led to the rented rooms. “I’m ready, I really am.”
“Then,” he said, his grin growing widening, “let us retire to the privacy of our room and begin!”
* * *
As the sun set orange light shone over Tronahar Forest. It was vast and the Capatian scouts and settlers had only pressed into a small corner of the land its trees covered. It would take days to ride from Wood Creek to the center of the woods, and none had yet gone that far, at least not willingly.
There, in the heart of the forest, was a large butte and a top of the massive rise of bare rock was a huge temple that from the outside looked little more than a moldering ruin. Alaria was filled with ruins like this, remains of the long forgotten empires and civilizations that had filled the land before the Great Collapse. It had taken ages for kingdoms like Capatia to reform and grow and begin retaking the wilds that had claimed most of Alaria.
Yet as the sun disappeared over the horizon and darkness enveloped the land flickering lights became visible in and around the ancient temple. The Capatians didn’t know but the temple had been reclaimed and as the faith of its god gathered and flowed through it repairs were slowly being made. Not repairs made by hand, no, the temple was slowly reforming on its own, worked by magic, magic of the god that claimed it.
Inside a High Priest of that god sat on a mighty stone throne, the arm rests carved into the shape of great penises. The grand chamber the throne resided in had many pillars, all of them carved into the phallic shapes. Heavy curtains hung on the walls, the symbol of the temple’s god embroidered into them: the erect penis of Azel the cock god.
On the massive throne sat an equally massive figure, a huge hulking Minotaur with rippling, monstrous muscles. He was leaning back in the throne, his hands resting on the carved cockheads that formed the edge of the hand rests. His huge muscular legs were spread wide open, the frighteningly large cock between his legs thick and meaty, hanging limp down the front of the throne.
“My Lord Vogur,” Ondarian the priest said, coming into the chamber and bowing to the High Priest of Azel. “We have received a message from one of our agents in Wood Creek.” As he spoke he held up the small piece of paper that had, until recently, been tied to the leg of a messenger raven.
The priest moved forward, his head bowed, and handed the paper to the High Priest. The small scrap looked minuscule in the massive Minotaur’s huge meaty hands. The expression of his bull-like head remained blank as his glowing red eyes moved from side to side reading the message.
Then, his bovine ears twitching under his large pointed horns, he looked down at his servant, a smile spreading on his snout. “It seems those we wished for have all arrived. The fat uddered Consular with her potent Chevalier blood and the foully blessed General. And it seems other women who will serve our purpose have come to the town as well over the last day or so. Is there no better sign that Azel is watching over us?”
Ondarian grinned and spread his arms signaling to the room around them. “Perhaps the temple itself? It wasn’t long ago it was but a crumbling ruin and the throne you sit upon was broken asunder, little more than rubble. Yet here we stand, the heart of the temple looking as if it were built yesterday. And every day that passes more and more of the halls and rooms magically repair themselves.”
“Azel has grown strong this age,” Vogur rumbled happily. “All over Alaria more and more begin to worship him. More priests, clerics, and paladins vow to serve him. Everywhere faith flows into his divine being and his might grows.”
“It is so,” Ondarian said with a reverential bow. Then he looked up, pausing for a moment as if pondering whether to speak what was in his mind.
Vogur raised a huge hand and showed his pal to the priest. “What think you, Ondarian?”
“It is just… we of the faith that gather here, we are different from Azel’s other worshipers.” He spoke slowly, as if choosing his words very carefully. “YOU are different, Lord Vogur. The way we act on our faith, the way we praise Azel, it is different. Across Alaria the followers of Azel are as often women as they are men. The same is true of the clerics, priests, and paladins who worship Azel. Yet… there are no female followers here, at least none that don’t quickly end up in the breeding pits.”
“Yes,” Vogur said, nodding his huge head and stroking his chin. “We are different. Azel has spoken to me. He wants to test the Alaria of today, see if it is receptive to his true desires. And his divine mind has been fixated on the Capatia, on the way the nation puts women above men and on the dual gods they worship there.
“In Capatia these two gods, they are mighty, but unlike most of the gods in our world their power ends at the border of the kingdom that worships them. It is only the Capatians that worship these two, only in their cities that they are prayed to.”
Ondarian furrowed his brow. “I do not understand, my Lord.”
“These two gods, they seem strong. But they stand alone and that makes them weak.”
The priest still looked confused. “Are you saying Azel wishes to… fight or conquer these gods?”
Vogur laughed, a deep booming sound that echoed through the large throne room. “No, this is not the way of our God! But tell me, priest, what know you of The Corruption?”
The man’s eyes darted from left to right as if afraid suddenly that the conversation was being overheard. “Only rumors,” he said quickly. “Whispers of rumors.”
“They are true,” the High Priest said bluntly. “The world as we know it know is not how it used to be. The gods are not as they used to be! The Corruption flows through Alaria, its influence growing stronger with every day. And yes, as that influence grows The Corruption spreads to new gods, twisting them into its image.”
Again Ondarian was silent for a moment then slowly began to speak. “So what we are doing shall lead to the corruption of the dual gods of Capatia?”
Vogur shrugged. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. But it will certainly be a step in that direction. When we are done we shall have raised a small army to serve Azel’s whims. Our God has not revealed his intent to me, yet I know that creating such an army on the edge of Capatia suggests that this is where he intends to point it. But first we need hearty, powerful women with sturdy wombs so that we can birth our mighty army in Azel’s name.”
This Ondarian understood. They had “converted” many of the Capatian women that lived in isolated homesteads and already most were used up and discarded after spending all too short of a time in breeding pits. “If that is Azel’s will then we shall make it reality,” the priest said with a nod. “Do you wish to write a reply to return with the raven that brought that message?”
Vogur nodded. “Yes. Bring me parchment, ink, and pen. Our agent shall have his orders by morning.”
* * *
Gretel stared at her feet, nervously shuffling them from side to side. Her skin was pale white but she was blushing so furiously that nearly her whole face looked red.
“I really do mean it,” Vaytesh said softly, moving a step closer to the small woman standing nervously before him. He reached up and gently grabbed hold of her should with one hand, using his other to place a finger under her chin and push her head up so that he could make eye contact with her. “We can wait. I do not mind and will not be angry. You are a beautiful flower and I am willing to take an eternity to experience the joys of feeling you flower around me as we join together as one.”
“Such pretty words,” she replied. Then she moved in close to him, wrapping her arms around his thin elven frame and standing up on her toes to kiss him. As their lips met her arms tightened around him, pulling his body in closer to hers. They kissed, deeply and passionately and in a manner that made it clear the shy mage had done this before.
When she finally pulled away from him Vaytesh looked happily surprised. “You really AREN’T a virgin, are you? I had thought you were just saying that so I…” He trailed off, obviously embarrassed he had thought her untrue.
“No, not a virgin,” Gretel said, her voice so quiet it was nearly a whisper. She looked back down at her feet, kicking at the floor of the rented room nervously. “Not a virgin yet not nearly as experienced as you.” She looked up, her pretty eyes suddenly full of fire. “But I AM shy and as much as I want this it makes me nervous. I’m Human and you are a Half-Elf. We’d be able to make a child nearly as easily as if we were both the same race. And I’ve not been keeping good track of my moons… and… and I don’t want a child! The thought of being pregnant, of growing another being in me? It terrifies and repulses me!”
“Well then, I think it’s time I give you a little gift I had been saving,” Vaytesh said, smiling mischievously.
“A gift?” Gretel asked, watching the young, dark-skinned Half-Elf move across the small room and begin rummaging through the gear he had brought with them. “When have you had time to buy me a gift? We’ve not been out of each other’s sight for more than a few minutes since we began our journey here!”
He looked over his should as he continued to dig. “Oh, I bought it before we left. I always intended to give it to you as a thanks for journeying with me. But then there seemed to be such good chemistry between us… Well, I was afraid you’d think the gift implied I expected a certain something in return. But you’re already about to give me that so…” he trailed off again, shrugging.
Gretel furrowed her brow, looking confused. “I don’t understand.”
“You will once you see what it is,” Vaytesh said. “Ah! Here it is.” He stood up and turned to her, holding up a necklace that had a faintly glowing charm attached to it.
Gretel’s eyes opened wide as she understood, her glasses making the wide-eyed expression look slightly comical. “It’s a pregnancy ward!”
“Yes,” Vaytesh replied, walking to her and placing the necklace in one of her hands. “You should put it on now. Within a few minutes its magic will be working through you. As long as you have this on you need never worry about, well, you know.”
She smiled, her face glowing as she put the necklace on. Again she got up on her toes and leaned in to kiss him, but this time she did so on his cheek. “It’s perfect,” she said. “YOU are perfect.” Then she grabbed his hands and began pulling him towards the bed. “Come. We’ve already waited far too long. I’m ready, I truly am.”
They were almost to the bed when she stopped, letting go of his hands. “Maybe I’m ready…” she whispered, once more staring at the floor. “No, I’m not,” she said, louder and more confident. Then she growled in frustration. “Garh! I don’t know!” She turned her back to him, wrapping her arms tightly around her chest and curling in on herself slightly.
“Hey,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder and turning her back around. “It’s okay. No pressure.”
She looked up at him, her pretty face twisted in anguish. “I’m being difficult,” she said, on the verge of tears.
“Nonsense,” he replied, pulling her in for a comforting hug. “You know,” he began slowly, running a hand soothingly through her black hair, “there are things we could do to ease into it. We need not go all the way tonight or any night soon. Yet we would be able to bring great pleasure to each other’s bodies.”
She buried her face in his chest. “I think,” she said, her voice slightly muffled, “that I would like that.”
He continued running his hand through her head and holding her close. “Then that is what we shall do. We’ll undress and just cuddle first, grow accustomed to the warmth of our naked bodies next to each other. And then I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”
They pulled apart and turned their backs to each other as they undressed. Vaytesh had a narrow, tall frame but that was covered in tight, firm muscles. When Gretel turned around and saw his naked, hairless body she gasped, taking a step close to him and reaching out to place a hand on his chest. As her fingers felt how firm his muscles were she pulled them back, giggling nervously. “You have a really pretty body,” she said, blushing and looking away as she wrapped one arm around her small firm breasts and placed her other hand over her crotch.
“And what about yours?” he replied, stepping closer. He was perfectly comfortable being naked but it was clear she was not.
He gently grabbed hold her hands and pulled them away from her body. Gretel allowed him to do this but she looked down and away from him as his eyes drank in the sight of her naked form.
She was short and thin, although her ass was plump and she had thick, soft thighs. Her breasts were a little more than a large handful, yet perky and perfectly round from her extreme youth. She had small pink nipples with almost no areolas around them. They were rock hard from the cool air flowing through the room and stood erect, two tiny beads of engorged flesh that were begging for attention.
“You are stunning,” Vaytesh whispered, pulling in close and sliding around her body so that he stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her. He pulled her in close, pressing his naked body up against the back of hers.
She was still staring at the ground but she leaned back, lifting her head up towards his. Slowly she turned and looked up, her eyes large and full of youthful innocence. “You like what you see?”
“Yes,” he said, running his hands slowly down her sides, his fingertips caressing and tickling her pale, soft flesh. As his hands reached the curve of her hips he moved them forward, allowing them to follow her natural curves and approach her vulva.
Gretel reached down and stopped his hands. “You don’t mind that I have… hair down there?” she asked, looking back at him with huge eyes.
“No,” he said, pushing past her hands till his fingertips began to press into the thick jet black hair of her bush. “Honestly, I think it is sexy. Elves and Half-Elfs, we are all smooth and hairless below the neck. There’s something so… sexually Human about it,” he said, moving his fingers further into her bush and inching closer to lips of her sex.
She leaned back further into him, sighing happily as his fingers reached their destination. Her legs started to grow weak as he began to caress her there, rubbing and massaging her pussy and gently teasing her clit.
Slowly he began to move back, holding her close and pulling her back with him as his fingers explored more of the curves and valleys of her most intimate part. Soon they were on the bed together, laying side by side, his arms wrapped around her and his hands still between her legs. They shifted slightly so he could finger her better.
“That feels incredible,” she whispered, moaning ever so slightly. Then, as he dipped a finger all the way into her cunt for the first time, she gasped, her legs instinctively tightening around his hand. This only caused his finger to plunge deeper into her, making her moan, a deep animalistic purr from deep in her chest.
“More?” he whispered in her ear.
“More,” she said, pressing back harder into his body and opening her legs so he could finger her with even more ease.
His nimble half-elven fingers danced around and into her sex, working her body with skill that left her breathless. He worked her pussy slow and gently at first but as her breathing grew heavier so did his hands. Soon he had two fingers knuckle deep in her moist cunt-hole, pounding her as he rubbed her clit with the other hand. They shifted so he was sitting on his knees between her open legs facing her, her on her back with her legs spread wide open.
Vaytesh leaned down, still fingering her with great vigor and skill. But as his face neared her pussy he stopped playing with her clit, making way for him to bury his face in her vulva. When his tongue darted out of his mouth and she first felt it flick over her clit she arched her back, reaching up and grabbing two handfuls of his short hair to pull his face in closer to her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered quickly. “Like that, with your mouth! But keep using your fingers. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”
He did just as he was told, eating her out as he finger-pounded her cunt. She ground her pussy up against his hand and face, still holding onto his hair as she started to breathe in quick desperate gasps. Soon those gasps were quiet burst of moaning pleasure that quickly became long loud moans that threatened to be heard through the inn’s wooden walls.
Then, her body reaching climax, she let out a long yawl of pleasure while she wrapped her legs around Vaytesh’s back, pressing his face further into her cunt as she came. Her vaginal muscles tightened around his fingers and much of the moisture in her insides squelched out around them.
Then, with a long shuddering gasp, she let go of his hair and her body went limp, her legs falling from around him. “Gods be praised,” she whispered, her eyes barely open as she luxuriated in post orgasmic bliss.
Vaytesh sat up, grinning proudly at how hard he had made her cum and wiping the vaginal juices on his face away with the back of his hand. “I did a good job?” he asked, his expression making it clear he knew he had.
She looked up at him with sleepy eyes. “Yes,” she said. “But you had promised there would be cuddling. Come, cuddle me now pretty Half-Elf.”
So he moved to lie besides his, wrapping an arm under her neck so they she could press into his body and rest her head on his chest. For a time they just laid there in silence, enjoying the feel of their warm, sweaty flesh pressed together. Vaytesh ran his fingers through her black hair and she leaned in, inhaling his masculine scent.
“You smell so good,” she whispered. “Not the way perfume smells good. It’s a natural, musky smell of a man and I love it.” She shifted then, moving her face down his chest, stopping every few inches to kiss him. When she reached his belly button she turned her head to the side, looking at his manhood. It was erect and resting just below her face on his body. She inhaled deep, shivering slightly. “The smell here is so much stronger. It’s heady, pungent, yet… sweetly enticing. A heavy musk that hangs about your manhood that makes me want to be closer to it.”
Then she did move closer to it, shifting her body so that her face was just above the underside of his cock. Gently, she kissed his cockhead. Then she stuck her tongue out and started to run just the tip down the center of the underside of his shaft. When she reached his balls she pressed her face into them, inhaling the scent of them as she licked and lapped at them and enjoying the salty taste of the sweat that covered them.
“The smell is… intoxicating,” she mumbled as she pulled slightly away, her eyes closed and her cheeks burning red. She paused to reach up and press her glasses back on her face then leaned back down and began licking his balls again, hesitantly at first but then more confidently. A moment later she opened her mouth, gently sucking one of his testicles into her mouth. She sucked and ran her tongue all around it then let it fall from her mouth.
She sat up, grabbing his cock by the base and holding it up as she looked at him with the serious expression she wore when cracking open a tome filled with knowledge unknown to her for the first time. “I’ve read about how this is done,” she said, sniffing haughtily with pride in the extent of her book learning. “Read about it in many books but never been daring enough to try it myself. I want to try, want to use my mouth to bring you the same kind of pleasure you just gave me.”
Vaytesh was trying not to laugh. “You’ll hear no objections from me,” he told her, putting his hands behind his head and laying back to relax and let her do as she would. “Please, conduct your scholarly researching by trying some of the techniques you have read about so many times.”
She lifted her head and closed her eyes, sniffing in indignation. “You are making fun of me,” she declared. “But I don’t care! I’ll show you why I was able to graduate so soon. I need only ever read a book once to remember and internalize all of the knowledge it had to offer.”
He chuckle then. “Please, show me these impressive oral skills you’ve gained from so many books but without any real world practice. Prove your boastful words!”
With a dismissive sniff she turned her attention back to his cock, leaning down close to it as she used the hand gripped around it to point it at her mouth. Again she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, but this time she started from the base and ended at his cockhead. Once there she opened her mouth, using her tongue to pull his dick into her mouth. Gently she started sucking on his cockhead, still gently holding the base of his cock. She pointed it straight up in the air, allowing her to take it deeper into her mouth.
She sucked and slurped noisily, much of the saliva in her mouth leaking out of her lips and down his shaft. Each time her head bobbed down his shaft she took him deeper into her, slowly inching down till her lips touching his balls.
Vaytesh had sat up slightly and now reached down to hold her head. She had far more skill than someone who had never done this had any right to and seemed to already know how to suppress her gag reflex. Yet her technique was far from perfect. He used his hands to lead her, helping her suck him off in the manner most pleasing to him. Before long his eyes were closed and he was moaning in pleasure as her head bobbed up and down in his lap.
He started to mutter something, a barely audible whisper that had the rhythm of a prayer. Gretel was unable to make out the words, his voice was too soft and the sucking and slurping sounds she was making too loud.
What she could tell was that he was reaching completion, the tensing of his body under her made that clear. The sweaty pungent smell of his manhood was still assaulting her sense, making her feel dizzy and faint. The smell intoxicated her and prevented her from pulling away from his cock. Suddenly, as she felt his body quiver under her, she was filled with an overpowering need to taste his seed.
She sucked her lips tighter around his shaft, bobbing her head up and down vigorously. She cupped his balls in her hand and fondled them, doing all she knew how to push him over the edge.
Her efforts were quickly rewarded. Just as he finished the prayer he had been muttering she felt his cock pulse in her mouth. His balls seemed to bounce and then there was a wet explosion in her mouth. As soon as he was finished she pulled away, sitting up and tilting her head back as she moved the thick goopy man-seed around in her mouth. She savored the strange texture of it, concentrated deeply on the powerful, bitter taste. Then, feeling as though it was the right thing to do, she swallowed it.
It felt as though it stuck and clung to her throat. And then she felt a strange warmth in her insides, a warmth that reminded her of the feel a magical potion would have as one drank it. Idly she wondered why many women refused to drink a man’s seed. In that moment she felt there was nothing else she’d rather drink ever again.
Then the strange thought was gone as fast as it had come, disappearing as the warmth from the swallowed cum receded.
She opened her eyes and saw that Vaytesh was still hard. Her eyes felt like they couldn’t be drawn away from his cock, as if it was the center of the world and was the most important thing that existed. And there it was, waiting to be worshiped.
Vaytesh said something to her, but they words were simply background static in her mind. She got up on her knees and got on top of her Half-Elven lover. She straddled him, sitting on his hard cock. She adjusted till her pussy was on top of it, adjusting more till she felt his thick warmness wedged in the moist valley of her sex.
She reached up, bracing her hands on his firm abs. Then she started to move her hips, sliding her wet pussy up and down the underside of his cock as it was pressed down between their bodies. His cock was still wet from all the saliva her messy blow job had left on it and she found that her pussy was practically leaking her juices. She was able to slide herself up and down his shaft with smooth, pleasurable ease.
Gretel kept her eyes closed, reaching up once to adjust her glasses so they didn’t fall off face. But then her hand was back on Vaytesh, her soft hands reveling in how firm his body was. She rubbed up against his cock, luxuriating in the feel of it sliding between her wet pussy lips. She made sure to keep her eyes closed tightly for she wanted to concentrate on how this felt, on how great his cock made her feel. In that moment it was the only thing she cared about.
Then, overcome with the need to bring his cock the most pleasure possible, she lifted up off of him reached down between her legs. She grabbed his throbbing manhood firmly in her hand, amazed at how warm and thick it was. She needed it, needed to feel it inside and filling her. Slowly she lowered her body back down, holding his cock and lining it up with her wet opening. Then she pressed down harder, slamming her body down so that his cock quickly impaled her.
She threw her head back, arching her back wailed in pleasure as she began to cum the instant he entered her. The world around her became a blur of pleasure as she started fucking Vaytesh, bouncing up and down on his cock. It felt so good in her, making her feel as if she had not been complete without a cock in her cunt.
Vaytesh was saying something but the words were unintelligible to her. Her mind was a jumbled mess of ecstatic pleasure and thoughts of cock. Perfect, holy cock. Strange words floated through her mind, a prayer she had never heard. A prayer to cock, to all the holy glory that was every cock in Alaria.
“Azel be praised,” she whispered as she felt Vaytesh’s dick quiver inside of her, a moment later her insides filling with his seed.
Gretel blinked, feeling as though she had just woken from a fever dream or a vision sent by the gods. Her body was covered in sweat and she felt sleepy, drained, and at total peace. She was lying next to Vaytesh, holding him tightly and cooing from the feel of him running his hands through her hair.
“Sleep now,” he whispered.
“That was… incredible,” she whispered back. “It felt almost like a holy revelation.” She didn’t know sex could be so powerful.
Vaytesh simply shushed her, caressing her as she fell asleep. Within minutes she was in a deep, peaceful slumber. For a time Vaytesh kept petting her hair until he sensed moving wouldn’t wake her. Then, slowly, he slid out from under her. She moaned slightly at the absence of his body but didn’t wake. Carefully he got out of the bed, smiling down at her.
“Such innocence,” he whispered, watching her small firm breasts rise and fall as she breathed peacefully. “And so much powerful knowledge stored in that excellent mind of hers, yet too stupid and trusting to see what is happening to her. So naïve it’s impossible not to take advantage of her.”
Slowly he strode across the room, raising his hands over his head and stretching. As his tight muscles stretched a tattoo that had moments ago been unseen on his chest appeared and started to glow. The symbol was that of a stylized erect penis, the symbol of Azel.
He stepped to the window and opened it, looking out at the small frontier town stretched out before him. All was dark and quiet outside, only a few windows lit with the flickering light of an occasional candle or torch. In the distance he could make out the shadow of the palisades that surrounded the city and he saw the distant flicker of a few torches as a handful of town guards patrolled inside the walls.
The cool night air drifted in, spreading goose bumps across his naked flesh. He smiled out at Wood Creek, thinking about all the small town had in store for it. Then he turned back, looking at Gretel sleeping so peacefully on the bed.
He had enjoyed finally bedding the young Human woman and was glad he had been patient and waited till she was ready. Taking her would have been less enjoyable. Yet as he thought this a sinister smile tugged at his lips. She’d given herself willingly to him tonight, yet Azel had still helped.
The strong male musk of his cock that had so infatuated the young mage was not, as she thought, natural. It was but one of many blessings the god of cock had bestowed on his faithful follower. It had assaulted and befuddled her senses, filled her with the drive to worship cock as Azel’s faithful do. And his whispered prayers to his god had helped him control and direct her desires.
His mission was to continue working the powerful yet naive mage like this, slowly filling her with Azel’s holy light. Converting her to cock worship night by night, all without her realizing what was happening to her.
Vaytesh was to continue this way, making sure she did not discover or interfere with any of the other plots that were in motion around her while not revealing what he really was. Then, when new orders came from the High Priest, he would do as he was told. Till then he would wait, slyly manipulating the woman and enjoying the pleasures her young body had to offer.
* * *
Earlier that evening, after the two young mages had excused themselves, the conversation at the tavern table below had continued. But before long General Outbridge and Eva Sunpride had risen, both saying they were tired and ready to retire to bed.
As they disappeared up the stairs that led to their rented rooms the front door of the inn had opened, a tall man with striking white hair that hung down to his shoulders walking in. He had scruffy, dark stubble on his narrow face and was dressed in sturdy clothing clearly made to keep him protected during long journeys in the wilds. There was also a dirtiness to him that gave the impression that he too had only recently ridden into town.
The two adventurers that still sat at the table drinking happily watched as the man made his way to the where the innkeeper stood behind the counter that doubled as the ground floor tavern’s bar.
“Might be another adventurer,” Celeste said, nodding to the man.
“Maybe,” Laurette replied, appraising the man. “A ranger by the looks of him. Although I think I may have seen him earlier. Yes! He was on a horse by the gates into town and seemed to be waiting for someone.”
The man turned, a mug in hand, and saw the two women looking at him. He smiled and approached them. “Ho!” he called, waving to them. “May I join you two fine looking ladies?” He flashed a charming smile at them that did much to wash away the gruff, sinister look that seemed to cling to the man.
“Sure,” Laurette said, “plenty of room at the table now.”
The man sat and introduced himself as Friedburt Elhers. After a few minutes of light, pleasant conversation the two women discovered the man was, in fact, a ranger. But he made clear he was no adventurer. He told them he had come to Wood Creek to help the fledgling town as it established itself. He was vague on what exactly this meant, but neither of the women took offense at his subtle evasiveness. They were strangers and he had the right to keep his business to himself.
When Laurette and Celeste revealed they were adventurers and had come to town hoping to make some coin his eyes lit up. “I’m very glad to hear that,” he said, looking relieved. “I actually have been tasked with finding someone such as yourselves to take care of a concern out in the wilds.” He pulled a pouch of coins from his pocket and dropped it on the table, the metal inside making a sound that made both the adventurers’ eyes light up with greed. “Whole pouch is yours if you can do the job.”
“We’ll do it,” both women said in unison.
“Just like that?” he asked, amused. “Don’t even want to know what the job is?”
“Nope,” Laurette replied happily. “We’re pretty confident we can handle anything lurking in these woods. And we are actually in pretty desperate need of coin. We weren’t actually sure how we’d pay for another week here in this inn once what we paid in advance was used up.”
“What is the job?” Celeste asked, still staring at the pouch.
Friedburt grabbed the bag, returning it to his pocket. “Let’s not worry about that tonight. In the morning I’ll fill you in on the quest. Tonight let us drink,” he declared, standing up. “Next round’s on me!” Both adventurers lifted their mostly empty mugs and smacked them together, cheering.
While he was procuring the new drinks Laurette leaned in and whispered to Celeste. “He’s not bad looking, in a rough around the edges way. And I’ve still to bed a man in this town. Think I can get lucky tonight?”
Celeste chuckled. “Perhaps! There are few men that can resist your charms. And should they manage to resist you always have that,” she said, nodding to the bard’s harp. Since she was a bard a tune played by her could literally be enchanting.
Laurette waved the notion away, grinning guiltily. “I don’t charm men into bed with me with my bardic magic.” Celeste stared at her, blinking dumbly. “Okay,” Laurette said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t do it OFTEN.”
Soon Friedburt was back and the three were drinking and telling tales of adventure. Although not an adventurer Friedburt had many stories to tell that were incredibly similar to theirs.
As the conversation continued Laurette smiled and laughed and flirted with the ranger, but it quickly became obvious he had his eyes on the big, dumb blond barbarian. It wasn’t often a man chose Celeste over her, as most men were turned off by her muscular physique, so Laurette pulled back, letting the man focus on Celeste.
Celeste, however, was far from being the most observant woman in the world and it wasn’t often that a man flirted with her. The bard quickly realized the man was not being direct enough to make Celeste realize he had interest in her. So Laurette decided to play a tune and sing a song, subtlety infusing the melody with bardic magic that would push her friend to warm to the man’s interest.
Once the song had worked its magic Laurette finished her drink then excused herself, saying she was finally ready to bed. As she walked away she saw Celeste leaning in, reaching out to grab hold of the man’s hand. By the dumb grin and blush in the barbarian’s cheeks she knew before long the two would be heading up the stairs as well, although not to separate rooms.
“Hopefully Celeste is a good enough lay that Friedburt will slip a few extra coins into our payment,” she muttered, her eyes glinting slightly with greed. Tonight her traveling partner would be with the man and hopefully he would find that pleasing. Then tomorrow, when they discovered the quest he had for them, hopefully they would both impress him with how fast they would be able to finish it. Laurette really was confident that there was nothing in the wild, untamed woods that surrounded Wood Creek that the two of them couldn’t handle.
* * *
Once General Serfine Outbridge was alone in her room she let the weariness she felt from the long day that hung behind her overcome her. Her vibrant, glowing white hair dulled, the radiance almost gone. As the glow to her hair faded the tall, prideful stance she stood in slackened as well.
Then, feeling tired and wanting just to be in the bed that sat so near, she began taking her armor off. Normally she had some kind of squire or attendant to help with the task but she had come to this place alone, the cleric that had traveled with her simply having been going to the same place at the same time.
As she slowly went about the tedious work of taking the obsidian armor off piece by piece she thought how strange it was that she had decided to come to this place alone. She was Capatia’s highest ranking general, a leader of armies. What had possessed her to come here alone?
Thinking back on the days before she had left the capital she found her memories jumbled and confused. The queen had insisted on her coming, she knew that. Yet when she tried to remember the meeting when the command had been given she found the memories of it slipping from her mind as if they were fog drifting slowly away from her.
And hadn’t there been others that had encouraged her to come? Yes… There had been a dinner with the nobles of an influential family and there had been priests there. Yet as she fought to bring the memories of that night into the front of her mind she had a hard time picturing these priests. In her mind they seemed… strange. There was a feeling in her heart that these had not really been priests of the duel gods.
She shook her head, letting go of the failing battle to remember these things with any clarity. She was just tired and was confident that after a long night’s sleep her mind would feel less muddled.
Finally she peeled the last of her armor off. Quickly she took the clothing she had underneath off as well. Like nearly all Capatians she felt most comfortable when naked, although it was a drive she fought harder than most to deny.
After undressing she stood naked except for her chest. Her upper torso was wrapped in strips of tight white bindings that left her breasts compressed and made it so she was totally flat chested.
The armor she wore was a holy relic that had been crafted, legend said, by the duel gods long ago. If it had been crafted for a Capatian it hadn’t been a female one, for the breast plate was flat and left no room for a woman’s breasts, especially not the over-sized bust of a full blooded High Capatian woman.
Most who served under her didn’t realize Serfine WAS a pureblooded High Capatian. Because of her gods’ blessing her hair was platinum, not the red of other High Capatians. And nearly all the world thought she was a completely flat chested woman, for even when she was not wearing her armor (which was rare) she still wore her chest bindings out of habit.
But when she was alone, and especially when she slept, she took those bindings off. The bed was calling to her, but her breasts ached and she HAD to remove the bindings she hoped for any kind of restful sleep.
She found where the end of the cloth binding was tucked in to the wrapped mass and muttered a quick magical phrase that would allow the enchanted cloth’s magic to be ended for the day. The end of the fabric fell loose and she began the tedious work of unwrapping herself, unwinding the long string of cloth around and around her body.
With every second that passed her breasts were compressed less and less. It wasn’t just how tightly the bindings were wrapped around her body that helped flatten her them, no, the bindings had a powerful enchantment that allowed them to do far more than mere compression would have allowed.
As she unwrapped herself it looked as though the formally flat chested woman’s breasts were growing, bigger and bigger. At first it was just a slight swelling in her chest but quickly her breasts grew ever larger, their real size being revealed as the bindings were removed.
When they were finally off she stood hunched over slightly. Her breasts were, in fact, gigantic. Huge even by High Capatian standards, making even Consular Sauvanne Chevalier’s impressively sized breasts look meager in comparison. They pulled down heavily on her chest, each breast hanging down to her waist. And they were as wide as they were long, their bulk forward far greater than the torso that supported them.
She sighed a deeply, having her massive breasts free finally a relief, yet she never relished feeling their true weight and size pulling her down. In many ways they were a menace and she’d have little hope of being an effective combatant if she didn’t keep their size and true weight suppressed and absent from her body at most times.
Wrapping her arms around them protectively, wishing the bindings didn’t leave them so sore and tender, so shuffled to the bed. She climbed up and got under the covers, already feeling sleep pulling heavily at her eyelids. As she tried to get comfortable she lay on her back, but the sheer weight of her breasts were too uncomfortably on top of her, and she hated the way their bulk shifted down to her sides when she lay like this. So she rolled over onto her side only to immediately groan in frustration. Her breasts were so large that even laying that way was uncomfortably, although slightly less than when she lay on her back.
She accepted this was as good as it was going to get and closed her eyes, letting sleep finally overtake her. Her final thought was a depressing one: when she woke she’d need to put the magic bindings back on, knowing she could barely function with them in their natural state. But by the end of the day the bindings would leave her breasts painfully tender and sore. And the next day it would all be repeated, again and again…
* * *
Eva Sunpride was in the room next to General Outridge, praying as the General had slowly undressed. The plump Night Elf knelt beside her bed, her own armor already off and placed on a nearby table. She was naked, having used a washcloth and a basin of cold water to wash her body before she began her nightly prayers.
Once she finished her prayers to the duel gods she stood, making her final preparations before bed. But as she did so her mind too wandered to the days before she had left the capital. She had had a vision, the goddess Pucella appearing before her. She had been dignified and composed as she always was, a paragon of divine composure and perfection. Yet she had appeared alone. Eva had thought this strange as the duel gods of Capatia ALWAYS appeared together.
Pucella had communicated with Eva without using any spoken words, informing the cleric that her presence was needed out in the wild frontier that was the Tronahar Forest, specifically that she was to travel to the town of Wood Creek. Her goddess had not revealed why the cleric’s presence was needed there but gave the impression that the reason why would be revealed in time. She had woken from the vision, a divine drive burning within her to go where her goddess had commanded her.
But that had been days before she had left. She tried to remember what had transpired during the time after the vision but before she left the capital. Eva felt as if she was sifting fine sand through her fingers, impossible to grasp no matter how hard she tried. The memories were just too disjointed and foggy.
Feeling as though her struggle to grasp the memories had failed she felt her attention drawn to her traveling pack. Naked, her fat heavy breasts swaying above her plump belly, she walked to it and followed the strange impulse that seemed to be driving her actions. The feeling didn’t alarm her for she was a cleric and was used to feeling the whims of her gods flow through her, simply went with the impulse from outside herself that she felt and didn’t question it.
Opening the pack she and pushing her hand into it she found her fingers drawn to a package, wrapped in soft leather and having shifted to the very bottom of the pack during her journey here, all but forgotten till this moment. She pulled it out, bringing it with her to the bed and sitting down on the edge. For a long time she sat, the sole candle lighting the room flickering and spreading uneven illumination as she looked down at the package in her hand.
A priest had given it to her, she remembered that although only vaguely. The man had known of the journey their goddess was sending her on and insisted the package would be essential for what the goddess intended of her. But the man had stressed that she wasn’t to open it till she arrived in Wood Creek. It was strange, though, that she seemed to have forgotten about the item as soon as it was in her pack and that only had she recalled it existed.
She could feel some kind of divine enchantment on the hidden item within. Yet the energy felt strange… alien, as if it came not from either of the duel gods she was pledged to. But that was impossible! A priest of the duel gods had given it to her, it MUST be blessed by them.
After staring at it for a long time she finally began to unwrap it, untying the leather cords around it then gently opening the soft leather to reveal what hid within. Once the relic was revealed she felt even more perplexed. The item held in her hands was like none she had ever soon. It was a perfectly smooth stone rod about the length of her hand, one end perfectly flat and the other rounded with a slight point to it.
She abandoned the leather wrapping and held the item directly in her hands. There was power in the thing, immense, divine power that hummed from the relic as if it were a living thing. Yet the energy felt so unfamiliar to her. She could feel the thing’s magic radiating up through her hands and arms then down into the core of her body. The item was speaking to her, subtle words of magic that pulled at her mind and filled her body with a perplexing hunger for… something.
The item was drawing her attention in, making the world around her fade. She was only vaguely aware that the nipples of her fat wide breasts had painfully hardened and that the slit of her womanhood had begun to moisten to the point that a wet patch was growing on the bed under her.
Feeling led by the powerful blessing on the item she pulled back further onto the bed, getting up on her knees and lifting herself up. She closed her eyes, letting the item lead her. Still gripping it in both hands she lowered it till it was between her legs, then she flipped it over so the smoothed tip was pointing up at her sex.
Slowly she began to lower herself down till she felt the rounded tip of the item pressing against her womanhood. She gasped when it first touched her moist flesh, a flash of pleasure shooting out from the point of contact.
With her eyes still closed and her mind in the muddled fog of a holy revelation she started to press the relic into her pussy. A little at first, letting the ample juices dripping from her cunt lubricate the tip. Then out then back in, a little deeper this time. Out and in, out and in, over and over again till the item was pressed as deep inside her as it could go.
At that point she let go of the relic, spreading her legs out and pressing down so the bed below her kept the item pressed inside of her. Eva then began to move her hips, pressing against the relic and cooing in pleasure from the feeling of it filling her insides and grinding up against her vaginal walls as the item radiated warm magic that brought waves of delight flowing up through her body.
Soon the pudgy, pink skinned Night Elf was grinding against the bed and moaning like a cat in heat. She reached up and began grabbing her plump, wide breasts. She groped and caressed them then began pinching and tugging at her nipples. And all the while her mind was fixated on how good it was to have her cunt filled by something rigid and long, by something cock shaped.
Cock. The word ran through her mind. Memories of every man she had ever been with flooded in, the memory of each of their cocks so clear she felt as if they were in the room with her. In her hand. In her mouth. Deep in her pussy.
She ground against the bed, moaning and feeling herself rocketing towards orgasm. Eva didn’t understand what was happening to her, it made no sense yet she leaned into it, confident this was what her goddess wanted. She would continue until she came and then she would lie back, pulling the relic out of herself and licking her own juices clean from the item. Then, hugging the relic as if it was precious to her, she would fall into a deep dream filled slumber. Those dreams were filled with the divine beauty that was cock and all the pleasures they could bring her.
Eva Sunpride was watched over that night by the goddess that had sent her to Wood Creek. But it wasn’t Pucella’s power that flowed through the relic and so heavily influenced the cleric. No, it was another god. And as Pucella thought of him, and how could she not with his presence soaked into the world around Wood Creek, she shuddered.
The goddess was ashamed that she had sent her loyal cleric to this place, having seen dark glimpses of what was in store for her here. But she hadn’t had a choice.
In the divine aether the gods existed on, a plane of existence that overlapped Alaria and hung above it, she watched her cleric and knew the woman would be lost to her before long. Then the goddess shuddered again as she felt another divine presence stepping into being beside her.
She turned her back to it, not wanting to see him. She wrapped her arms protectively around herself, feeling suddenly alone and realizing how weak she felt in this place. She was standing on the very edge of the faith that radiated up from those that worshiped her, the faith at this distance barely nourishing her divine light.
“Why have you come to me?” she asked the figure looming behind her, not turning to face him.
“I wanted to ensure you are holding up your end of our bargain,” the male voice replied.
The sound of it made her shiver in fear and she longed for her brother, for Pourrait to be there with her. It had been ages since they had been this far apart and she felt lost without him. They were strongest when together and he had not understood why she wanted to be apart from him, even for a short time.
“I still hold to my pledge,” she replied to the other god. “But I detest doing this to one of my faithful. The torments that pour woman will soon be enduring…”
The god behind her stepped closer, the miasma of his power pressing against her back. Only now, when she was so far away from the fount of faith that flowed forth from Capatia into her, did she feel how truly powerful this other god had become. It seemed to her that it was just yesterday that this god had reappeared in Alaria. She could feel how many had turned to worshiping him since his reappearance and felt how much more powerful than her and her brother he had become.
“It will not be torment,” the other god said, a purr of carnal joy in his voice. “It will be delight, unending sexual pleasure.”
Pucella felt the god reach out towards her but she pulled away, not wanting the thing to touch her. There was something in his essence, something alien and invasive. She felt it radiating off of him, felt it trying to seep into her divine being and change her.
“I care not for the delights you have to offer,” she snarled.
She felt his hand pulled away, felt him stepping slowly away from her. “You do this thing and I shall hold up my end of the bargain,” he said, clearly sensing that he was not wanted and starting to disappear into the astral filament away from her being.
“I do this and my brother will be safe?” she asked before he was totally gone.
“Yessssssss,” the other god hissed, his presence seeping away from her. But even as the word flowed past her she felt something there. It wasn’t a lie, no, it something more subtle. As she was left alone she worried and felt foreboding, as if she was walking willfully into some sinister trap.
A single tear began to form in her eye then gently slide down her perfect, pretty face. “Oh my dearest brother, I long to return to you. But I can’t, not till I know you are safe.”
She turned then, her presence drifting away from the cleric below. But she didn’t go far, for events drew her ever to this small hub on the edge of her domain. She stayed but longed to be back in Capatia with her brother, hoping soon she would be but fearing it might never happen…
* * *
Celeste was a big, dumb brute of a woman. It was true she had a pretty face but most weren’t able to see past her unfeminine muscles to see that beauty. It wasn’t often a man showed such intense interest in her and as the door closed behind her and Friedburt the powerful barbarian suddenly felt nervous.
She turned her back to him, feeling self conscious. “You really want me here with you tonight,” she asked, her heavily accented voice low and full of self doubt.
“Yes,” Friedburt said, stepping up behind her. He grabbed hold of her, turning her around to face him. She was blushing like a maiden, an almost comical sight on such a brutish woman. “I like you,” he said, looking up into her eyes. He grabbed her waist, running his hands down to her hips and around behind her to grope her firm ass. “I like your body and want to experience the delights it has to offer.”
She looked away, averting her eyes to the floor and blushing deeper yet she didn’t pull away from him. “Most men do not find my muscles attractive,” she muttered.
He slid his hands up her body, feeling her stone hard abs through her clothing. “I like your muscles,” he insisted, slowly moving his hands around her body then pulling her towards him. As he did he leaned up and kissed the barbarian. He was a skilled kisser but she was clumsy and messy, awkwardly sticking her tongue into his mouth and accidentally letting some drool leak from their lips. When they pulled apart she wiped her face clean with the back of her mouth and apologized.
“Don’t,” he said firmly. “I like things messy. And, again, I like your muscles. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if there were more of them.”
For a moment Celeste simply stared down at him, slowly trying to puzzle out the meaning of his words. Then, finally understanding, her eyes opened wide. She pushed him away from her and took a step back, looking shocked. “You mean you want me to use my barbarian rage and… grow stronger? Bigger?”
“Oh yes,” the man said, his eyes suddenly intense and his voice sounding greedy. “The bigger the better. But before we begin I think it would be best if we undressed. I’d like to see every inch of your body as you grow mightier. I expect the sight will be incredibly arousing and want to be able to take you as soon as my body yearns for you.”
As he told her what he wanted the carnal greed in his voice only increased. There was tinge to his tone that made it seem as if he didn’t see her properly as another living being but rather as an object that existed solely to bring him sexual pleasure. These subtleties, however, went unnoticed by Celeste. Whether it was because the accent of the locals was far harder for her to understand than hers was for them or because she was just too dumb wasn’t clear. Either way she simply took his words as sincere flattery and began undressing.
Friedburt undressed as well, revealing a muscular but heavily scarred body. He had an impressively large penis for a Human, something Celeste noticed as soon as it was revealed.
The sight made her smile with anticipation. She enjoyed the feeling of being filled when a man was inside of her. She also had discovered that when she grew larger so did her pussy, meaning it was harder for a man to fill her when she was bulked up. But looking at his cock, even though it was now flaccid, she knew he’d be able to give her the feeling she desired and she told him so.
Before long she too was naked, her face blushing intensely as she stood before the man, letting him admire her body. Her muscles were thick and bulky in a way only a barbarian could be. She had fair sized breasts, although they seemed small with all the Capatians about. They were firm and perky, her nipples small and pink.
“You are stunning,” Friedburt told her. “So desirable, but I think you can get even hotter if you try.”
She looked away, wrapping her strong arms around her waist and hugging herself. “I’ve never done this in front of someone to get them turned on,” she muttered.
“I’m honored to be the first. Now please, begin,” he said, pulling a chair out from the small writing desk in one corner of the room and sitting in it. He leaned band and spread his legs, letting a hand fall into his lap so he could start playing with his cock.
“Alright,” Celeste said, starting to grow more comfortable. She let her arms fall to her side then clenched her fists, all the muscles of her body tensing. Her brow twitched then her face twisted up into a fierce snarl as she tapped into the rage that always lay simmer just under the surface. She started breathing deep, loud angry huffs that made her whole body rise and fall.
Then she raised her clenched fists slightly looking as if she were preparing to fight someone in hand to hand combat. As she did so her eyes shimmer and pulsed with magical energy. She let out a low, long growl and then, slowly, she began to grow. Stronger. Taller. More powerful. Her muscles swelled as her whole body bulked up and increased in size.
But it wasn’t just her muscles that were growing. Her firm, round breasts began to swell and grow as well. It was an aspect of the barbarian’s rage that most women found inconvenient but by the pleased look on Friedburt’s face it was something he had clearly been eagerly awaiting.
As Celeste’s body continue to swell and grow so did her breasts, but they quickly started growing at a pace far faster than the rest of her body. Soon her breasts had doubled in size, then tripled. Yet as they grew they quickly lost their perfect firm roundness, quickly sagging and drooping down her front, looking as though the larger they got the less dense they became.
Friedburt’s cock was hard and he was happily stroking himself, his eyes drinking in the sight of the woman who now stood towering above him. She’d grown by at least a foot and a half and looked as muscular as a Minotaur, although her breasts were now massive and hung softly down her front nearly to her waste. They weren’t unpleasantly saggy, at least not to Friedburt, but they were far from firm or perky.
Still huffing heavily Celeste shifted, no longer clenching her fists or looking so angry. “This is as big as I can get without being in an actual fight,” she said, her voice noticeably deeper.
“It’s fantastic,” he replied, letting go of his cock and standing up. It stood tall and erect before him, a large, hard rod of man flesh that seemed to point eagerly to the naked barbarian. Celeste looked down at it, realizing that with as big as she had grown it would now feel small inside of her.
Friedburt seemed to understand the disappointment on her face. “You like big cock that fills you, yes?”
She nodded, trying not to seem disappointed in his manhood.
“Well, I’ve a surprise for you,” he replied. “One that I think might make you very happy.”
He muttered something under his breath than ran a hand over his chest. Once his hand had passed over his chest a glowing tattoo was revealed, one that had previously not been visible. It glowed and pulsed, revealing stylized glyph of hard cock. She had seen the symbol before and knew it was the sign of Azel, the cock god.
Celeste then noticed that the hand that had passed over the glowing tattoo was itself now glowing. He moved it to his dick, grabbing hold of it by the base. Her eyes opened wide in astonishment as his hard cock started to grow, longer and thicker, his balls growing in size with his shaft. She gasped when he let go, staring at the biggest cock she had seen on a Human, bigger than she imagined possible. She marveled at how thick it was, excited by the sight of the swollen veins pulsing up and around its length. The sight did plenty to get her heart racing and make her moisten.
“Come,” Friedburt said in a commanding tone, “kneel before me. Use your mouth to stoke the fires of my desire then I will enter you.”
Happily Celeste moved forward, dropping to her knees before the man. But she was now so large that even on her knees she had to lean down to get her mouth near his cock. Her breasts were also so large that when she was up on her knees they sagged nearly to the ground and as she leaned down towards his cock they were lowered to the floor of the inn’s rented room, the soft flesh pilling up there.
As Celeste drew towards the massive, throbbing, magically enlarged cock before her she was hit by a wall odor. His cock reeked, a smell so strong it was like a heavy miasma she could almost feel in the air around his penis. At the odor first hit her senses she was repulsed, having to fight not to gag. But with every breath the cock stank seemed to be become more sweet, more delicious to smell and taste on her tongue.
The odor was so overpowering that it made her head spin. For a moment she teetered, nearly falling over. But then she focused back in on the massive cock before her and felt as though doing so grounded her to the world. A heartbeat later it was as if that cock was the only thing outside of her that existed.
She moved closer, her mouth hanging stupidly open and her tongue lolling from her mouth, saliva dripping down out of her mouth onto her enlarged breasts. She inhaled deeply, the scent muddling her mind even further and causing her eyes to roll up into her head.
A thick bead of precum had begun to form on his cockhead and it was towards this that Celeste moved her open mouth, driven suddenly to taste it as she continued to inhale the powerful stank of the cock. But before she reached it Friedburt grabbed his cock by the base and then pressed it onto her face, rubbing his swollen cockhead from the side of her nose down her cheek and then back again, smearing the precum over her pretty features.
Celeste made a sound of displeasure that Friedburt quickly responded to, pulling his cock away from her face then smacking her with it. There was a moist “thwack” as more leaking precum splattered on her cheek. He then pulled his cock away and slapped the other side of her face.
The cock blows made her moan in confusion and her eyes rolled further back, leaving only the whites showing. She was drooling a steady flow of saliva down onto her tits, the wet mess slowly oozing down her enlarged breasts.
“Dumb bitch,” he growled, smacking her face with his cock again. “Can’t believe you were dumb enough to think my interest sincere. Were it not for the way your tits grow when you use your powers I’d have taken no delight in this mission bed you so that you can be controlled. But seeing them now, sagging grossly down onto the floor, I am VERY happy it was me tasked with taking care of you. And now that you are thoroughly cocknotized and under my control I want to see them grow larger. NOW.”
Her expression remained nearly the same, her eyes rolled up into her head and her mouth hanging out as she drooled on herself. But her brows twitched slightly in anger and then she started to grow larger, her already massively sized breasts swelling till they were two inhumanly sized mounds of soft tit-flesh piled before her, resting on the ground like two large sacks.
“That’s big enough,” he said with a chuckle. “So physically powerful right now yet I bet you’d require nearly all that muscle just to stand under the weight of all this tit-meat.”
As he spoke he rubbed his throbbing cock on her face some more then slid it down into her open mouth, cramming it in. It was so thick that his girth pressed her mouth open, making her groan in discomfort. His cock just barely fit in her mouth and only because her mouth had grown in size with the rest of her.
He grabbed two handfuls of her long dusty blond hair and held her head in place as he started roughly fucking her face. She choked and gagged, huge slimy strings of saliva half vomited up around his massive cock leaking out and dripping down to make a bigger mess on her over-enlarged breasts. Yet she didn’t fight to pull away, she simply knelt there, a mindless plaything for this man.
It wasn’t long before Friedburt groaned in pleasure, quickly pulling his over-sized cock out of her mouth. Once her mouth was empty she sat up straight, leaving the top of her enlarged tits level with his cock as it bounced then exploded a huge blast of cum into her cleavage.
“Azel be praised,” he moaned as he came, marveling at how much cum came out of him. It looked like it would have filled a mug of ale, and all in one load! “Truly Azel’s divine attention is on me in this moment,” he muttered as he finished cumming, his cock remaining just as hard and large. “I’ve never been able to grow my cock so easily nor control a woman’s mind so fully with Azel’s stench.”
He looked down at the beautiful sight of so much blessed cum leaking and oozing into her grossly over-sized breasts. He grabbed his throbbing cock by the base and pressed its mass into the cummy mess, down in between her tits.
“Squeeze them around me,” he commanded. At once Celeste lifted her arms, wrapping them around her breasts. They had grown so large that she wasn’t able to connect her hands around their bulk. She grabbed as much of the mountains of flesh as she could and pressed them in around him.
Friedburt placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned against her then started humping the mountains of tit flesh his cock was buried in. He grunted, slamming hard into her breasts, cum squelching messily out. Celeste simply knelt, drooling as her head fell limply to the side.
After pounding her tits for an enjoyably long time he groaned in pleasure again, shooting a second huge load of cum in between her breasts. He pulled away, breathing heavily and admiring the cummy mess that her enlarged tits had become, his cock still hard and dripping cum onto the floor.
He grabbed himself, taking a step back, starting to stroke and using the cum on his cock as lube. “Sit up higher,” he commanded. She did so. “Now rub that cum into those monster tits of yours. All over, I don’t want an inch of your breasts left clean.”
She moaned, her lead lifting for a moment then falling to the other side. She placed her large hands on the top of her breasts, moving them down and dipping them into the valley of her cleavage where most of the two loads of cum had oozed and mixed together. Her hands slipped down through the thick cum and she worked much of it down and under her breasts, then back up around their sides.
Her hands glided across her breasts, sinking into the mass of soft pliable flesh. It shifted under her hands, oozing to one side then the other. Slowly she slathered the cum over every inch of her breasts, an act that took a while. The whole time Friedburt stood before her, jerking off to the sight.
When her task was done she let go of her breasts and sat back up, obediently waiting for her next command. Friedburt moved to the bed, sitting down on the edge with his legs spread wide open and his huge cock firmly in hand.
“Crawl to me,” he told her. “Do so on all fours, as low to the ground as you can. I want you to drag those sacks of tit-flesh on the ground as you come to me.”
She did as he said. As she got down her hands and knees Friedburt saw her tits were so large that they filled all the space between her body and the floor. As she started to crawl forward she lowered her body further down, pressing her mass of breasts into the floor. He imagined it couldn’t have felt good. Part of the floor was covered in a filthy, coarse rug and the rest was bare wooden planks. As if confirming this she began to groan in pain, a sound that made a wide evil grin spread across his face.
Looking behind her he saw that her tits were also leaving a slathered wet trail of cum behind her, the sight making him picture the woman as a slug. “Slug,” he said with a chuckle. “Pathetic huge titted slug. Not a woman. Not a thing of worth beyond the pleasure it can bring a man’s divine cock. This truly is how all women are meant to be.”
He started jerking off again as she approached, enjoying her groans of discomfort. “Yes, slug, you are not my better as a woman. The fact the Capatians think that is an affront to the natural order of things! I was so happy when Azel saw fit to bring me in contact with Vogur, I feel he is the first true High Priest of this age. It disgusts me when I see female followers of the cock god on equal footing with men. They should not just worship cock but be servants to ALL men. And THAT is something Vogur sees and he works through Azel’s will to try and set the world right.”
The man was speaking to Celeste but it was clear he knew the cocknotized woman wasn’t really hearing his words. But saying the words out loud was giving him a sexual thrill. Finally the world was moving towards what it always should be, men in their proper place and these things known as women rightly and fully subjugated under them.
By the time Celeste had crawled all the way to Friedburt and got back up on her knees before him he was almost ready to cum again. This time he pointed his cock at her face, sending a third equally large blast of semen straight into her open mouth. A lot of it hit its target, making her gag. But there was much that sprayed into the area around her mouth, leaving her face a cum drenched mess once he was done ejaculating.
He sighed, grinning madly. “Still hard! My balls already feeling refilled,” he added quickly. “Azel truly blesses me this night. Come closer you nearly useless slut. Pick up as much of those tits as you can and press them into my lap around my cock. I want to hump those mounds of tit-flesh again. I feel as though I could go for hours and cum countless times before I am finished.”
Soon her over-enlarged breasts were pressed into his lap. He grabbed huge handfuls of soft tit-meat and pressed it in around his cock as he started humping up into it. He muttered a prayer to Azel then let his head fall back letting out a long, low sigh of contentment.
When he lifted his head back up there was a fresh fire in his eyes. “Oh yes, Azel will allow me to do this all night. But it is more than a reward for my loyal worship of him. No, Azel has plans for you. Yes, I am going to fuck these engorged tits till they are sore, red, and raw. And while I do so YOU shall worship the cock god as I continue to pleasure my cock with these big fat saggy tits of yours. And me? I will enjoy it but I will also be telling you some things, things you will do when the time is right.
“Of course when this night is over, after we are both cleaned and our bodies back to normal, you will forget all that has occurred. Instead you’ll remember a pleasant night of gentle, passionate lovemaking. You’ll want to be alone with me again, and soon. And the commands I’ve programmed into that your stupid mind will remain there, hidden from you till they are to be acted on.”
He paused, groaning in pleasure as he continued to fuck her tits. “Now, let us begin your instructions.”
* * *
At the same time, far from Wood Creek in the heart of the Tronahar Forest and down deep in the labyrinthine dungeons built into butte the hidden temple of Azel sat upon was Lucriece. She was naked, a black leather collar tight around her neck with a chain leading from it and attached to the wall of the large dungeon room she now called home. The chain was long enough to allow her to reach almost any part of the room but she almost never left the pile of soft pillows that served as her bedding.
She was sitting on them, her back against the stone wall and her legs stretched out before her. She had her hands resting protectively on her swollen belly. It was huge and round, looking as if she were less than a month away from giving birth to a child. Yet she had only been held prisoner in the temple for a few short weeks.
The thing that gestated inside her grew fast.
She felt it move and her hands pulled away from her stomach in revulsion. She hadn’t noticed where they had been and she was disgusted she had shown even a fraction of affection for the thing growing inside her. It moved again, making her want to turn and retch. The thing inside her did not belong there and just thinking about it filled her with despair.
Soon it would be out of her, or at least that’s what the perverse Azel worshipers who held her captive told her. She wasn’t sure if she should look forward to the birth or dread it. To have the thing out of her, that she wished for. Yet birthing it… she was unsure what to expect and when her mind wandered to the birth it filled with the worst things she could imagine.
Lucriece shook her head, trying to chase the thoughts away. She decided to stand and walk about her dungeon room. She knew the exercises was good for her, but a few laps around the room was the most she hoped for most days before she was too tired and needed to sleep. The thing growing inside her sapped her body of almost all it had to give.
Getting to her feet was no easy task, even with the aid of the wall behind her for support. Her stomach was huge and heavy and the thing in her had grown so fast she’d not really had time to adjust to the bulk it added to her body. Then there was the fact that the pregnancy, if you could rightly call it that, had affected her body in the “normal” way a pregnancy affected a woman, only unnaturally fast and seemingly in exaggerated intensity.
She had gained much weight, adding to her already thick curves. Her ass had gotten fatter, her legs and arms thicker. But she felt as though she’d gained the most weight in her breasts. They had been large before but now, swollen, tender, and beginning to engorge with milk, they hung drooping down over her full belly at nearly twice their original size.
And it wasn’t just the size of them that had changed. They had been fairly firm for their size before but now they sagged immensely. She was disgusted by this but knew the Azel worshipers found the natural sagging of her now overly heavy breasts incredibly pleasing. Her nipples had seemed to stretch as her breasts swelled and they had darkened significantly so, another thing she disliked but that the men of the temple found pleasing.
Finally there was the way they felt. Swollen. Tender. Sore. And now that she was beginning to lactate there were times when they felt so engorged she HAD to milk herself less the intense pressure she felt in them drove her mad.
Even now as she slowly waddled around the room, the metal chain attached to the collar on her neck dragging noisily behind her, her nipples leaked drops milk. They were almost full to bursting again. It seemed that each time she drained them they refilled faster and more fully.
Continuing her meager exercises she tried to remember how she had gotten here. She couldn’t, and at time that terrified her more than anything else. She had had a life before this yet the memories only came to her in brief, fragmented flashes. She’d been a farmer and had a husband… She had no idea what had happened to her man but was certain he was no longer among the living.
She suddenly stopped walking, grinding her thighs together and moaning in surprise. Her pussy tingled and ached, craving cock. “Shivers of Azel” the worshipers called it. The need for cock was momentarily overwhelming. She wanted cock in her pussy, in her mouth, her hands, even her asshole. It was a craving so strong it pained her.
Then, as quickly as the shivers had overcome her, they were gone. She stumbled to the nearest wall, leaning on it for support and sweating profusely. The shivers were gone but the after effects on her mind were as intense as they always were. She felt muddled, not just confused about where she was but who she was.
Slowly her fractured mind reformed, at least partially so. She was Lucriece, a young High Capatian women. She was in a temple dedicated to Azel the cock god and her body was being used to gestate and birth…. Something. Something the cock god desired many of. And she existed to serve the god of cock.
“No. That’s not right,” she muttered weakly, one hand on the wall next to her as she leaned bent over, her huge swollen breasts hanging down and dangling beside her pregnant belly. “At least I wasn’t always this thing, this servant. I used to be more,” she said, feeling lifted by the thought this hadn’t always been her life.
“You are wrong,” a voice declared confidently behind Lucriece. She forced herself to stand and turned to see the priest called Ondarian standing in the open doorway into her dungeon room. There was no door on the doorway since the chain stopped her from leaving the room.
He was dressed as he always was, in the priestly robes that left the front of his body from the waist down revealed. She could see that his cock was already swelling at the sight of her and instantly knew why he was here.
She started to back away as the man stepped into the room. “I’m tired,” she said, looking at him with a weak defeated expression. She knew how this would play out, her desires would not matter.
“That is because your body is busy working to help the thing within you grow,” he replied, slowly moving closer to her, staring at her huge swollen breasts and licking his lips hungrily. “Most of the other women we took, they were barely alive at this point. But you, Lucriece, you seem to be made of stronger stuff then I had thought the day I came for you. It’s true, your mind is weak and at this point nearly fractured past the point of repair, but your body!”
As he said the word “body” he stepped up to her, reaching up and placing his hands on the top of her chest above the swell of her breasts. He ran them down onto the bulk of her swollen, milk engorged breasts, caressing them.
Lucriece wanted to pull away from the man in disgust but she couldn’t. His touch, as much as she hated it, felt amazing. Her skin tingled where his fingers touched her and already her legs were growing weak and her pussy starting to grow wet in anticipation. There was no denying these men what they wanted of her, especially if a cock was in sight. Cock simply made her meek and obedient as if it’s very presence suppressed her free will.
Ondarian continued to caress her huge breasts, moving to behind her so that his body was pressing into the back of hers as he started playing with her nipples. She moaned and leaned her head back onto his shoulder, enjoying the way he rolled their hard nubs between his fingers then pinched them lightly before tugging slightly on them.
“You always make such good use of my breasts,” she said, breathing heavily. She pressed back into him further, enjoying the feel of his cock pressing up into her ass cheeks as it hardened.
He pinched her nipples harder, tugging on them and making her gasp. There was pain, but it was pain that brought pleasure.
Then he let go of her nipples, flattening his hand on her swollen breasts and gently squeezing them. Almost instantly she felt a little bit of milk start to leak from her nipples, the slight release of the pressure she felt in her breasts making her moan happily.
“It feels like you are in need of a milking,” he whispered in her ear, licking it then nipping her earlobe as he slid his hands up under the curve of her heavy breasts.
“Yesssssss,” she sighed, forgetting she hadn’t wanted this man touching her not long ago. “Please, milk me dry.”
Ondarian grabbed as much tit-meat in his hands as he could then squeezed tightly, moving his hands down the length of her sagging breasts. Thick streams of milk shot from her nipples, whit jets that shout out onto the floor of the dungeon cell and left a growing wet stain there. She moaned in pleasure, leaning back further onto his body for support. He squeezing her tits over and over, pressing out as much milk as he could.
As he did this he started moving his hips and soon his hard cock became wedged in the valley of her fat ass. The precum leaking from his cock quickly mixed with the swampy sweat in her ass crack to lubricate his member and it slid up and down between her cheeks with smooth ease. She reveled in the feel of it, whisper praise to Azel and thanking him for letting a cock touch her body.
The milking continued as Ondarian humped her fat ass. He moved his lips back to her ear and he whispered a question. “What are you?” he asked.
She moaned in delight then gave the answer she knew was expected. “The servant of Azel. My body a fuck toy for his faithful and a vessel to be used to grow his army.”
“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear, thrusting hard up through her ass cheeks as he began to cum. She felt it shoot up her back, arcing wetly on her skin. Ondarian let go of her tits then and pulled away, the string of cum on her back already oozing down into her sweaty ass crack.
She turned to him and gave him a begging look. “So horny,” she moaned, reaching down under her huge belly to touch herself. The milking had NEARLY gotten her off and that had left her desperate to cum. “Please, ser, fuck me and make me cum. I know Azel can make you hard again!”
Ondarian shook his head. “No, not today, Lucriece. I was here simply to get you warmed up and prepare you for what comes next.”
He took a step back, bowing to her then turning as the doorway into to the dungeon room was suddenly filled. The hulking figure of Vogur, High Priest of Azel, was there. The Minotaur was so large he had to bend down and pull his arms in to get through the doorway. His massive, naked feet slapped onto the ground with loud fleshy slaps that echoed through the room. Ondarian bowed to him and quickly moved past him without saying a word, leaving through the doorway and disappearing from sight.
For a long time he simply stood looming before her, staring down at the pregnant woman. She could feel the power of Azel radiating out through the High Priest. It was oppressive and seemed to be forcing her back from him. Her eyes darted from his eyes to his cock and back again, over and over again.
His eyes were so intense, an amazingly Human feature on a nearly completely inhuman face. Yet they glowed faintly with steaming red energy and his gaze felt like a physical thing that could be wielded like a weapon. She vaguely remembered that at one point she had tried to escape, somehow managing to get free into the halls of the temple. Vogur had been the one to discover her. He had simply appeared before her and glared, the look sending her reeling back onto her ass and leaving her feeling like the hulking Minotaur had back handed her.
Vogur’s huge, monstrously sized cock was just as oppressively powerful as his eyes. She had never seen another Minotaur but knew they were said to have impressively large cocks. But fat meaty slab of dark skinned cock that hung between Vogur’s legs was undoubtedly unnaturally large even by Minotaur standards.
Power radiated form his cock more intensely than it did form his eyes, only this power could not be seen. It could be felt and smelt through, a heavy miasma of intense male musk that made her feel stupid and cock hungry and always left her so wet between the knees she felt as though she had peed herself.
After what felt like an eternity of the massive High Priest standing and staring down at her, his power oppressing her mind and body, he spoke. “You have proved to be made of hardier stock then the others of your kind we have captured.” His voice was deep, each word a booming growl that echoed around them. “Most were near death at this point,” he continued slowly, “and only a few survived the birthing process. And those that did were left too weak to be of further use.”
He paused, cocking his head slightly to the side. “Yet you flourish even as the thing grows inside, desperate to leach every ounce of life from you. It is clear to me that you are a gift from Azel, meant to be used in great ways in his machinations. But if that is to happen you must truly give yourself to him.”
She stared at his gigantic cock, speaking more to it then to him. “I give myself wholly to Azel, to all cock,” she said, her voice slow and nearly emotionless. With his cock so close to her she had become transfixed by the sight and smell of it.
“No,” Vogur replied slowly, “not really. We’ve used many of Azel’s gifts to get you to this point. Filling you with the need to worship cock, to follow our orders. We’ve controlled you and forced you to give yourself to Azel. If Azel truly does have greater things planned for you than you will need a true conversion.”
He took a step forward, his presence assaulting her suddenly and forcing her down onto her knees with a gasp of surprised terror. He moved even closer, grabbing his mighty cock. It started to swell, growing half erect so that it was engorged yet still soft and bendable.
Lifting his cock he placed it on top of Lucriece’s head. It was nearly as wide as her head and the section resting on her was less than a third of its length. A moment later she started to drag his floppy half erect cock down the front of her face, his huge cockhead leaking a trail of precum so ample it equaled a normal man’s full ejaculate.
“With Azel’s greatest instrument of faith I wipe this woman’s mind clean of all charms, spells, and curses. Let her true self return to her so that she can face the ordeal of true conversion.”
As he spoke the words he slowly rubbed his cock down her face, reaching her chin as the last word was spoken and his cock flopping down into the top of her swollen, milk drained breasts. He took a step back, staring at the precum he had smeared on her face. It started to glow with sparking red magical energy that consumed the liquid. As it dissipated Lucriece’s eyes rolled up into her head and she started to convulse. Her deflated tits bounced and shook through the spell, the sight making Vogur grin happily and making his cock grow more fully erect.
And then the precum was gone. Lucriece stopped convulsing. She blinked, looking around and up at Vogur, for a moment acting as if his presence had no effect on her. She blinked again and remembered, remembered everything.
Her face twisted in anger and she looked up at the High Priest and snarled at him. “You fucking sick bastard. You foul, twisted demon spawn!” Then she looked at his cock which now stood fully erect, looming menacingly above her. She snarled and spit on it. “Curse your fowl penis. Curse your fowl cock god!” She looked up at him, defiance burning in his eyes.
Vogur stared back at her, the expression on his bull-like face unreadable. “You are unwise to curse a god in a temple that flows with his divine energy. Most other beings would have been struck with a powerful curse for such words. But I think Azel intends great things for you. You need only sincerely convert to his worship to discover them.”
Lucriece replied with a derisive laugh. It was a dark laughed filled with anger and disgust. “No, you sick fucking beast, I will never willingly convert to your foul, perverse god. You can use your tricks and spells to alter my mind but I’ll never willingly give myself to Azel. I’d rather die.”
“Oh no,” Vogur said, “should you fail the ordeal of conversion you will not die, at least physically. No, either you submit willingly to his might or your mind shall be broken into a million pieces and you shall be left a brain dead husk.”
“Never,” she snarled. “I’ll nev—”
She was cut off mid word. With supernatural speed Vogur was there, his body pressed up to hers. His cock was rammed into her mouth, the over-sized thing seeming to magically change size so that it just barely fit into her. But even though its girth had temporarily shrunk none of its length had. Lucriece gag as her lips touched the Minotaur’s huge hanging balls while she felt his cock bend and press further down her throat then she thought possible.
Her eyes were wide open and she was struggling to breathe as Vogur grabbed her head with one massive hand and easily held her in place. The massive slab of cock-meat down her throat was causing her to constantly gag, yet there wasn’t a millimeter of space around his cock for her to choke anything up past its overwhelming girth. Her eyes began to water as she desperately tried to breathe through her nose, but the powerful stench radiating from his cock was so suffocating that she barely inhaled any air and soon she started to feel light headed and faint.
Just as she began to see stars Vogur began slowly pulling his massive cock out of her throat. It left behind a feeling of such emptiness that she felt despair and a deep longing to have a cock once more in her. When his dick pulled free of her mouth she doubled over, coughing and gasping for air. The need to have cock back in her quickly disappeared and anger and defiance returned.
She glared up at Vogu, tears running down her face and thick saliva leaking from her mouth.
“Do you submit to Azel and accept the holy truth that is cock? Do you willingly bend to his will?”
“Never,” she snarled.
In a flash his hand was wrapped around her head again, jerking her upright. A moment later his cock was rammed back down her throat. The stench of his cock was stronger, assaulting her senses and making her feel weak. He held her head in place and left his cock down her throat as she gagged and pathetically pushed against his huge muscular legs.
When she started to feel light headed again something new happened. His cocked warmed inside of her, radiating energy that quickly flowed down to her core and made her cum. Her orgasm lasted the entire time he slowly pulled his dick from her throat and the longing for cock to fill her back up was more intense this time.
Then she was doubled over again, coughing and gasping for air once more. Her head spun. Her body ached. Her throat hurt. And above all she longed for cock.
But she pushed that longing away and glared back up at Vogur.
“Do you submit to Azel and accept the holy truth that is cock?” he asked again. “Do you willingly bend to his will?”
“Never,” she rasped, sounding far less sure of herself this time.
“Then we will try again,” Vogur said, grabbing her head and ramming his gigantic cock back down her throat. She choked and gagged and started to cum almost instantly. “And we can keep doing this. For hours. For days if need be. We shall go till you willingly convert or your mind is completely broken. And if you remain defiant much longer I will begin to pump your gut full of my blessed seed, helping you taste all the delights cock has to offer you.”
* * *
Back in Wood Creek the night was late. Consular Sauvanne Chevalier was naked and laying sideways on a couch in her personal chamber. Her arm hung off the edge of couch and dangled in the air, an empty wine glass on the floor below her hand.
She was breathing steadily, in a deep peaceful sleep. It was a sleep that Emeric, her assistant, knew nothing would wake her from. He was certain because he had mixed her nightly wine with a powerful sleeping draught that had put her into this deep slumber. It was not the first time he had done this and it was probably not the last.
For a long time he stood silently, glaring at the naked High Capatian woman. He hated her, hated her with a fire that burned and drove his every breath. Things were not as they should be in Capatia, he had seen that as he became of age. It was said that the sexes were equals in their land but he knew this was a lie, a lie the women told the men to blind them to the fact that in Capatia women, and not men, were ever on top.
The thought filled him with memories of how the Consular almost always rode him like he was a beast of burden when she fucked him. She was a woman who had to always be on top. He hated it. Hated her.
Capatia had a sickness, a sickness that made women into more than they should be, into more than they deserved to be. He had seen the sickness long before he had been converted to the worship of Azel. He prayed every morning and every night to the god he had dedicated himself to, prayed that he would help fix the perverse nature of Capatia and put it to rights, with men on top and women on bottom. They deserved to be little more than slaves, servants to the men around them. Servants to their cocks.
He undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground, pulling his undergarment down as well. He kicked them away, standing naked from the waist down. He stared at Sauvanne Chevalier’s huge, thick, heavy breasts. She was laying on her side, her tits so large they hung down over the side of the couch, one fat udder sitting atop the other.
The woman barely let him touch her breasts. Like most High Capatians they were overly sensitive. Yes, she enjoyed having them played with but it had to be done gently and sparingly. The fact that she, a woman, denied him something so clearly created to bring pleasure to men filled him with even more burning hatred.
As he stewed in that hatred his cock filled with blood, growing painfully hard. He held his cock, whispering a quick prayer to Azel. It was the cock god that revealed to him how to make the potent sleeping draft, revealed how to ensure it would be tasteless and impossible to notice when mixed in other fluids. He thanked his god then began moving closer to the slumbering noble woman. When she was awake she subjugated and dominated him, believing him to be a loyal and subservient follower. But when she slumber? Then she was HIS plaything and she would not be able to deny him anything he wanted, including her fat udders.
Moving in, his throbbing cock in his hand, he bent over the couch. He grabbed her head and turned it towards his cock then placed it on her lips. He rubbed his cockhead from side to side, smearing the precum leaking from the tip over her plump, pretty lips. She wore vibrant red lipstick and it became smeared and messy, staining his cockhead. Then he pressed into her mouth, the woman moaning in discomfort and then gagging in her sleep as he started fucking her face. Even as he started pounding her mouth with savage abandon, as she choked and gagged and his cock invaded her throat, she did not wake.
Acting the loyal servant filled him with burning hatred every day and he frequently needed to unleash it to keep the act up. Once he released some of his simmering hatred by cock-pounding her face he pulled his dick out of her mouth, happy to see it now covered in thick slimy saliva. He shifted to the side, leaning into her breasts. He held his cock by the base and rubbed it into her dense, thick breasts, reveling in not just the feel of their firm softness on his hard manhood but also knowing how angry the act would make her were she conscious of what he was doing.
He lowered his body and braced his legs on the edge of the couch so that he could start fucking her fat tits. He moaned and slammed into them, loving the way their fat flesh jiggled and little ripples ran through them every time his body impacted into them. It felt so good, immensely so knowing this pleasure was something she would always denied him when the choice was hers.
It took all his self control to make himself slow and then pull away from her body. He didn’t want to cum, not yet. She made him pleasure her two, three, sometimes four times a day. Emeric was young, virile, and blessed by the cock god but even his dick tended to be sore and in need of rest at night. He’d only have one fuck in him before his cock refused to rise without at least a few hours rest and he was not yet ready to be done with Consular Chevalier.
He got up and walked to a nearby dresser where the woman kept her makeup. He found the tube that contained the red lipstick she liked to wear. He scoffed at it, a ridiculous and frivolously useless piece of finery to bring with her to this pathetic frontier town. He pushed up on the bottom of the tube, the red shaft rising up into view.
When he returned to the slumbering Consular he rolled her over onto her back, groping her breasts and laughing as she groaned at the painful squeezes. He lifted a hand up then slapped one with the back of his hand as hard as he could. She gasped in pain, a red welt on her tit appearing but that he knew would be gone by morning. Still, she remained in a deep sleep.
Dropping down onto his knees he bent over her and started to use the lipstick to write on her chest, just above her tits. He thought about the way she would frequently make HIM put her makeup on, a humiliating emasculating task no man should be forced to do. In large, red letters he wrote two words across the top of her chest. Then he moved down, writing a second line below it. But these words were written on the top half of each of her breasts, larger than the ones above.
Finished, he stood looking at his handiwork. Her chest and tits now read “FUCK THIS CUNT’S FACE”. He nodded, carefully placing the lipstick on a nearby counter. He’d need to return it to its proper place when his fun was done to ensure his hated mistress didn’t become suspicious.
“Fuck this cunt’s face,” he said, grinning evilly down at the sleeping Consular. “Well, if you insist!” He bent over and grabbed her ankles, pulled on her body till it fell from the couch with a heavy thud that MUST have hurt, yet thanks to the sleeping draft her slumber was uninterrupted.
She was sprawled out on the ground on her back, her arms spread out beside her and her head fallen to the side. He quickly moved to stand above her, one foot on either side of her body, then lowered down so he was sitting on her stomach. He was left with his cock resting between her two large breasts.
He grabbed her tits, pulling them apart and spit down between them just in front of where his cockhead rested. Then he pressed her ample tit-meat in around his cock, moving his legs so that his knees could replace his hands and hold her tits tightly around his member.
With his hands once more free he grabbed her red hair, pulling her head up towards him as far it would go. This left her face pressed into the top of her breasts. Holding her head in place and making sure his knees kept her tits pressed in around him he started to move his hips, sliding his cock up through her tits. He pressed forward till he felt his cock hit her face then adjusted her head so his cockhead was pressed up against her lips.
Then he pulled back, quickly thrusting back forward and slamming his cock into her mouth. He started humping her, up through her tits and into her wet mouth. Over and over again, using her in a manner she’d probably have had him imprisoned for life if she knew about it.
He tried to keep his breathing slow, keep his heart rate low. He wanted to revel in this, wanted it to last. He also knew he couldn’t take the chance of cumming in her mouth. If he did the taste might linger and be noticed when she woke.
When he felt as though he’d have a hard time lasting any longer he forced himself to let go of her and pull away, standing up. His cock throbbed and glistened with spit and ached for release. He was close now and there would be no holding back once he started fucking her again. But he had to do it in a way that could be cleaned up and leave no trace.
He bent over and quickly rolled her over. He paused for just a moment to enjoy the sight of her large breasts pressed under her, half their mass squeezed out beside her torso. But he’d had enough of her breasts now, he wanted to use another part of her body to get off.
Again he sat down on top of her but this time he did so on the back of her thick meaty thighs so that his cock rested in the wedge of her fat ass cheeks. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it from side to side, pressing down into her plump, thick ass. His cock was covered in spit and soon her ass cheeks were slimy and slippery form it.
Emeric leaned over, bracing himself on the ground with a hand beside her. He reached down with his other hand and placed his thumb on the top of his shaft, pressing down so that his cock sank into her fat ass cheeks. Then he started humping her ass, his cock sliding up and through her cheeks. They were so big, so dense, so tight around his cock. He tried to hold off, tried to last as long as he could but he was already so worked up.
As he felt himself starting to cum he got up on his knees, grabbing his cock as it convulsed and shot his load almost perfectly up the sleeping woman’s spine.
He took a minute to catch his breath and enjoy the sight of his cum splattered over her skin. She let him cum in her but never on her. Just one more thing the stuck up bitch unrightfully denied him.
Then, sated and tired and accepting that his fun for the night was over, he got up and began cleaning up all the evidence of what he had done. He returned the lipstick to its home. He got a washcloth and scrubbed her chest and tits clean, making sure to remember to clean up the lipstick smeared around her lips as well. After that he hefted her back up onto the couch and put her back in the exact position she had been in when he had begun his fun with her.
After he put his clothing back on he stopped to glare angrily at her one last time before retiring to the small room she allowed him to sleep in. “Soon I’ll receive my orders from the High Priest,” he muttered darkly. “I don’t know the details of his plans but I know I’ve been positioned as her servant for a reason. Hopefully it won’t be long before I can help bring her down to the level she belongs. Till then I’ll have the sleeping draughts to have my revenge for the way you uses me.”
* * *
Dawn was beginning to break over Tronahar Forest. With every dawn the temple that sat atop the butte in the center of the forest was closer to being fully reformed. Azel’s might radiated out from it, a powerful force that drew some to it and repealed others.
Azel had become powerful, faith flowing in from nearly every corner of Alaria. It swelled his divine might and made it so he was able to reach down from the astral filament and influence more and more of the world below. And much of that attention was focused here. On the temple. On Wood Creek. And with tendrils of influence and power snaking their way into the Capatian Empire from every direction.
His faithful had infiltrated nearly every part of the empire and every day more of his followers sneaked into its borders. Those already there worked to convert those around them and everywhere his plots grew towards fruition.
And with so much of his power concentrated on this area it sapped the strength from the duel gods that claimed Capatia as their home. The goddess Pucella was slightly aware, but Azel had already trapped her in a deal that might lead to her succumbing to The Corruption. Her divine brother, on the other hand, was still pathetically ignorant of what was happening around them.
The two gods had made a mistake being satisfied with keeping their worship exclusively to one region, even if it was a large one. If their presence was drawn away from the source of the faith that fed them they would become weak. And if they could be tricked into taking physical form they might even be able to be captured…
And then there was the fact that faith was, in many ways, a finite recourse. Yes, the population of Alaria grew greater every season. It would still be hundreds maybe even thousands of years before the numbers of the beings that could feed the gods with their faith returned to the numbers they had been before the great collapse. Yet the numbers swelled and the faith flowed more and more freely to the gods. And the Humans, they had become the dominant species almost everywhere. Short lived but the flame of their faith burnt more intensely than any other race.
Since Pourrait and Pucella only had followers in one contained area it meant that every conversion away from their faith left them a little less powerful. Little by little Azel would starve them till they were too weak to stop him, and The Corruption, from overtaking and reforming them.
These thoughts were present in Azel’s mind as he focused himself on the rebuilt temple, his vision of the world below him narrowing in on one room and the two figures within it. One them blazed like the sun in his eyes, faith and Azel’s divine might flowing between him and the figure. His High Priest was so infused with Azel’s might he could barely be considered mortal anymore. Should he continue serving as well as he had Vogur might even one day transcend mortality completely, becoming a true Avatar of Azel. It had been ages since such a thing had happened with one of his faithful.
The other figure in the room did not blaze with the light of faith. In fact, the other figure was at that moment barely visible to Azel. The woman, Lucriece, was only a faint dimness in his eyes. Vogur had been putting her through the ordeal of conversion all night with not a moment of rest for her. She was exhausted and the faith she had felt for the duel gods had been totally driven from her hours ago. Yet still she had not converted.
Her body was weak and the only thing that kept her awake was the power that flowed from Vogur’s mighty Minotaur cock. He willed her to remain conscious so she did to allow the ordeal of conversion to continue.
The process was nearly the same as when it began. Vogur grabbed her head, rammed his cock down her throat and held it there till she nearly fainted from lack of oxygen. Then he would pull out of her and allow her to drop to the floor and ask her if she had accepted Azel willingly. The only major difference to the process now was that Vogur had started pumping gallons of cum into the woman as he slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. It was to the point that when he pulled free from her maw she would double over and vomit more cum then most would think possible to fit in the stomach of one woman.
Azel watched as the thick gullet of semen exploded out of her mouth once more. But this time something was different, something had changed. Vogur felt it too. The High Priest grabbed the impregnated woman’s red hair, pulling her back up onto her knees, wanting to figure out what had changed.
Vogur then noticed the pool of cum that was all around them for the first time. He blinked, awed by how much semen Azel had allowed to flow out of his body. It literally flowed to every corner of the dungeon room, pooled so deep it rose above his massive toes. Again, he was awed at the power of his god.
But the real question was had Lucriece had been properly awed. Was she ready to convert and fully accept Azel into her heart?
He looked down at her. She wore a stunned look on her face and shivered from the shock of her long ordeal. Her eyes were opened wide and she stared into nothing as if she barely saw the world around her any more.
She coughed, a little more cum rising from her overfilled stomach. She leaned forward slightly and it leaked out her mouth, dripping down onto her swollen tits and pregnant belly. “Ah… Haa… ah,” she muttered pathetically. “Swallowed… so… much… semen. Felt… like I’ve… drown in it!”
Vogur could see it, he could feel it. She had reached the moment of truth. He repeated the words he had been saying all night. “Do you submit to Azel and accept the holy truth that is cock? Do you willingly bend to his will?”
Either she would say yes and willingly bend to his will, pledging her life and soul to the god of cock. Or she would prove defiant and unbreakable in her refusal to become one of the faithful. If it was so then he would ram his cock down her throat one more time, fill her belly with one more massive load of cum. And then her mind would be shattered and only her body would remain.
Vogur tensed, his grip on her hair tightening as he waited for her response.
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