The Tale of the Nemorvian Band

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Chapter Nine: Discoveries by Campfire

 

“Are we getting close?” Kilne asked as she moved a large log closer to the campfire and sat on it to warm herself.

Night had fallen and with it came not just darkness but cold as well. The two Nemorvians had regained their clothing and weapons but the rest of their gear had been on their horses. Thankfully, the giantess wore a pack on her back with more gear than a pack mule would have been able to carry so the three women had warm, soft bedding to spare.

“No,” Zomos replied, squatting down by the fire. “We’ve at least one more night ahead of us. But we are making good time.”

Amitkoa poked at the fire with a stick, frowning. “Doesn’t feel like,” she grumbled. “Feels almost like we have been frequently doubling back and going in circles, like you don’t want us to know where we are going.”

Zomos blushed and looked embarrassed. “Well… you might be onto something. I trust you two but we can’t be too careful. If you turn out to be infiltrators planted by the Queen’s enemies we wouldn’t want you escaping and leading enemies to the camp. There is also the chance we could be being followed. Traveling in this manner will make that harder.”

“Perhaps your mighty Queen is just paranoid,” Amitkoa said sulkily.

“No,” Zomos replied firmly. “She is not. I’ve served her for many years now. She fights against men, and some women, possessed by a strange force that only in this age has begun to corrupt Alaria. In fact that is what she calls it. ‘The Corruption’, as if it is something that has a will of its own. She says even the gods are not to be trusted as many have fallen under this perverse power’s influence.”

Kilne looked up at her with wide eyes. “You know this to be true?”

“Yes,” Zomos said, averting her eyes.

“How do you know this thing,” Amitkoa demanded.

Zomos stared at the ground. “I do not like to talk about it. Speaking of the thing brings it to the surface. If I let it enter my… my…” her voice trailed off, her expression falling and going blank. For an awkwardly long time she sat, staring at the ground. Then, slowly, her large eyes wandered up and she started to stare into the fire.

Both of the Nemorvians shifted uncomfortably. The powerful giantess looked as if she’d suddenly been entranced. The way she stared at the fire reminded them too much of the way they had stared at the lion’s head in the bathhouse. With this on their minds they both nervously averted their eyes from the flickering flames.

“Zomos,” Kilne said, starting to stand up to approach her.

“No,” Amitkoa hissed, throwing her arm out to hold her friend back. “Something is not right here.” Her other hand fell to her hip where her sword rested in its scabbard. She grabbed hold of the handle, pulling it out slightly.

Zomos shifted, looking up at them. They both flinch when they saw her face. The expression she wore was one of utter stupidity and her eyes looked as if all the intelligence behind them was gone. The giantess opened her mouth to speak but no words come out. Instead, she simple began to moan stupidly. “Duuuuuuuuh,” she said, drool starting to run out one side of her large mouth.

“Zomos, what is wrong with you?” Kilne demanded, pulling free of Amitkoa’s arm and getting all the way up on her feet.

As she approached the giantess looked at her, furrowing her brow as if she was struggling to understand what she saw. “P-r-e-t-t-y c-o-w,” she said slowly, sounding like a child who had only recently learned to speak. “Big cow tits,” she added, pointing to Kilne’s breasts. Then she smiled and started laughing, sounding like a woman born an idiot.

Kilne looked back at Amitkoa, concern on her face. “What has happened to her?”

“Zomos get dumb,” the giantess boomed. Then she slowly rose to her feet. “Get dumb cause of curse. Get dumb and pussy get hot. Needy pussy now.” She grabbed her pants and pulled them down, stepping out of them as they fell to around her ankles.

She then fell back onto her ass. “Pussy,” she boomed stupidly as she spread her massive legs. Her thick, meaty thighs parted to reveal the largest cunt either of the Nemorvians had ever seen, larger than they had even imagined possible. They also saw that the giantess was hairless like an Elf, something that made her pink pussy look even larger.

“Pussy tingle,” Zomos boomed louder, starting to sloppily finger herself. It was like her motor control had been left diminished to the point of uselessness and her brain sapped of nearly all intelligence. She jabbed her fingers at her cunt as if trying to masturbate but only managed to poke herself making her blurt out loud groans of pain.

“Pussy tingle. Need cummy-cum!” She turned to the two Nemorvians, her big intelligence-less eyes sparkling as she looked at them. “Pretty big tit cow women come eat Zomos pussy,” she said, spreading her legs wider open. “Use hands, mouths, give her cummy-cum!”

She then ripped her top open, her mammoth breasts spilling out into view. The Nemorvians had breasts that, if on a Human, would have seemed unnaturally large and perhaps even comically sized. But this giantess’ breasts, they were titanic in size and it was now apparent that her clothing had been tightly squeezing and suppressing their truly staggering size. And they weren’t just large but wide and sagged heavily down her front so they rested in her lap as she sat poking at cunt.

Zomos had started masturbating although she did so with so little skill there was no chance the huge woman would ever be able to get off on her own. She looked at the two women before her with stupid, pleading eyes. “Help Zomos. Too dumb to make cummy-cum! Need pretty cow girls’ help. Need cummy-cum for brain work right.”

“What do we do,” Kilne asked, alarmed and confused.

Amitkoa was by her side, her hand no longer on her sword. “I think this is what she didn’t want to talk about. She must be suffering from some kind of bimbofication curse!” she grabbed Kilne’s arm and turned her friend towards her. “Gods! WE did this to her by making her talk about it. We have to help her!”

“How,” Kilne asked, despondent as she looked at the giantess drooling on her own tits as she poked hopelessly at her giant hairless pussy.

“She told us. She has to cum. WE have to make her cum.”

Both Nemorvians took a deep breath then began to undress. This was something they knew how to do and do well. Yes, most of the customers they had served in the brothels had been men, but they had served many women as well. And often what a man wanted was to watch two or more women together.

They peeled their clothing off then moved towards the giantess, cautiously at first. She looked down at them, grinning dumbly. “Cows come make Zomos cummy-cum?”

“Yes,” Amitkoa said soothingly.

Both Nemorvians moved up to her, firmly pressing her onto her back. They were thankful that the giantess followed their lead, for they doubted that even together they would have had the strength to push her down had she resisted.

Zomos lied back onto the ground with a heavy thud, her mammoth breasts bouncing and jiggling as her body impacted the ground. Even as they shifted to flow down the sides of her torso the majority of their mass remained on top of her chest like two giant fleshy mountains of tit-meat. Amitkoa climbed the giantess’ belly and wrapped her body around one of the massive breasts, taking the huge nipple into her mouth and starting to suck on it.

Meanwhile, Kilne crawled between her legs and started working the woman’s giant pussy. She placed her open mouth around her large, swollen clit and started sucking on it while she used her hands to rub at the giantess’ huge, moist labia. As she grew more comfortable she ended up fisting the huge cunt-hole that was leaking a steady flow of pungent giant pussy juice. She ended up fisting the giantess, her arm easily sliding into the woman up to the elbow.

Zomos lay on the ground thrashing about under the two smaller women, moaning in pleasure. She grabbed Amitkoa and pulled her up off her breast so that she could kiss her. Perhaps if she had retained her intelligence and motor skills kissing would have been possible between their drastically different sized mouths. But because she was so dumb all the giantess managed to do was open her maw and drag her large wet tongue across the Nemorvian’s face.

Ten minutes later the three women are still busy, their naked bodies thrashing and interwoven in the slowly dying light of the fire. The air was cold around them but the combined warmth of their naked bodies was enough to keep them heated. It was clear that Zomos was a woman who did not cum easily but as the minutes passed the two Nemorvians were learning what it was her body craved as well as adjusting to the giantess’ size. They were confident they could make her cum, it just might take some time.

They were still working her body as the flames of the fire died, becoming faintly glowing embers. But the small clearing they were in allowed the moonlight in the night sky to illuminate the world around them and what their eyes couldn’t find their hands and mouths could.

Zomos had saved them and now they would save her, even if it took all night…

 

 

 

Chapter Ten: The Thing Becomes Fuck-Meat

 

“The Dwarf that brought you to my city explained that you are no longer Lady Teddem. You have been cast out of your clan, made nameless,” Jennenes said to the naked Dwarf kneeling before him. He too was naked aside from his crown, yet he moved confidently as if wrapped in magical armor. The glowing tattoos that cover much of his body suggest this was more than his regal confidence, but that such a thing was in fact true.

The woman’s body was hunched over, her huge breasts pressing into her bent knees as she bowed before the king of Iphasea. On her lower back, just above the crack of her ass, a Dwarven rune was burnt into her skin and it glowed dimly. He’d seen that when he gave the woman a command the rune burnt more intensely, working its Dwarven magic on her and ensuring she followed the order.

“So what shall I call you?” he asked. Silence was her only answer, that and a soft, almost imperceptible sob. “When you last were before me you proclaimed loudly that your huge tits were the marvel of the Shadow Mountains. But the Shadow Mountains have cast you out, your name never to be uttered again except as a curse. You are mine now, my property. My toy. And as such I suppose I have the right to rename you.”

He paused, staring down at her with lustful fire in his eyes. “For now you shall be ‘Fuck-Meat’ and nothing more. But perhaps you will prove you can serve as more than a night’s fleshy diversion. Often when I take a comely woman-slave as a toy she fails to last more than a night. But you are a Dwarf and everyone says Dwarves are made of stronger stuff than most any other race.”

Slowly the king walked around the naked Dwarf. He held a riding crop in one hand and was slapping it into his palm in a slow, steady, repetitive pattern. “What say you, Fuck-Meat, does your temporary name please you?”

Suddenly the woman got up on her knees, turning to face Jennenes with rage and hatred in her eyes. “It does NOT,” she snarled, punctuating the reply with a hate filled, “Your Majesty.”

“Defiance. Disrespect. I had hoped for no less,” he said calmly as he stepped behind her. He then placed a bare foot on her back and forced her back over, leaving her large wide fat ass sticking up at him. He took his foot away then struck her ass with the riding crop, the fleshy slap echoing through his bedchamber along with the woman’s howl of pain.

“Disobedience shall be rewarded with punishment,” he said coolly, walking around to her front and reaching down with the riding crop. He placed it under her face and lifted it up, forcing her to look at him.

There were tears in her eyes but the defiance still burned brightly. “Why do you not just order me to answer you?” she asked. “The rune on my backside will force me to comply.”

He smiled and cocked his head to the side. “Where is the fun in that? If you are to be controlled I prefer it to be with my own magic, although I do enjoy that you have been made a slave with your own people’s magic. It is a delicious, perverse irony I very much appreciate.”

“I do have a command for you, though,” he said, pausing for a moment before continuing. “The Dwarf that delivered you said the rune was not the only magical punishment your father placed on you, but he did not elaborate. What else did King Teddem do to punish his traitorous daughter?”

She ground her teeth and glared up at him, obviously not wanting to answer. But a moment later the rune on her backside began to glow. She moaned and fell forward as if having been struck on the back of the head.

Bent over, her face pressed into the ground, she answered him. “He had the runic priests enchant my breasts,” she said, her voice muffled as she spoke into the floor. “I had promised the men who were to kill my father that they would be able to use my breasts the way you I had allowed you to. To punish me for using my breasts to incite rebellion my father had the runic priests put a powerful curse on them. Part of the curse makes it so should I ever have any children they will all be female, as will any of their children on and on down my bloodline for as long as it lasts. Any children I have will have the same curse I have.”

“My breasts…” she faltered, sobbing slightly before continuing. “My breasts’ sensitivity has been increased by magnitudes that would make even Ynara, Goddess of fat tits blush. Even now as I am bent over with my breasts pressed between my chest and knees I feel pleasure that makes my pussy leak. No one has yet to really grope me but I fear it would make my body to climax instantly. And the pleasure from my cursed breasts… It is pleasure, yes, but it feels forced and comes with a tinge of pain.”

She then started sobbing, her whole body quaking. “I am ruined, utterly brought low.”

“Indeed,” Jennenes said, grinning madly. “I’m going to have so much fun with you. But first, I wish to test something. Up on your feet, Fuck-Meat. Then bend over so your back is flat and your huge cursed tits hang down below you.”

Still sobbing, the woman now known as Fuck-Meat got to her feet. She placed her hands behind her back then bent over till her body was at a nearly perfect ninety-degree angle, leaving her huge tits dangling below her. They swayed slightly as she struggled to stop crying. “Now what,” she asked, staring at the floor. It was clear that being made to reveal the curse had done much to smash her defiance, at least for the time.

“Now,” Jennenes said, placing the tip of his riding crop on the back of her head, “I want you to start swinging them from side to side. I want them swinging back and forth like the pendulum of one of those curious windup timepieces your people make.”

She started to move her body, almost imperceptibly so. But the results were immediate and pronounced. Her huge, heavy, dangling breasts began to sway from side to side. Each time they swung back from one side they would swing further in the other direction, then back further the other way.

“Now I want you to watch them,” the king told her firmly. “Watch them swing from side to side. Your eyes are to follow them and you are to think of nothing but your tits and how you are my property and how you will do everything I tell you without argument. Stare at your swinging breasts, feel the magic flowing through them. The curse upon them was created with powerful magic that can be used not just to fuel that curse. Let it seep up from your breasts and into that pathetic mind of yours, washing away all independent thought. Watch your tits swing and become a servant to them, and through them become a slave to me.”

He stepped back, smiling as he watched the Dwarf swinging her massive breasts from side to side. Jennenes could see her head moving from side to side as she watched them. He stared intensely at her body, noticing the slight change in her muscles. They were clenched tight but slowly they began to relax.

Inhaling deeply he could smell and taste the powerful magic emanating from the curse on her breasts. He reached out to that energy, bending its power to his well to stupefy her mind. His smile grew as he felt the Dwarf being hypnotized by her own cursed breasts.

“Now stand up straight,” he commanded as he returned to stand behind her. The rune above her ass glowed as she followed the order but not as brightly as in the past. Its magic didn’t need to work as strong to control her actions now that her mind had been enchanted a second time to follow his orders. And knowing she was being magically enthralled to him in two ways brought him great pleasure that made his cock begin to swell.

“Now to my bed. Climb up on it and lay on your back, with your ass on the very edge. Good! Now spread your stubby legs open and grab them, pulling them back so your formally royal cunt is exposed to me.”

He stood, staring at her. She was on her back, her huge breasts sagging heavily down the side of her body and looking impressively, cock-hardeningly large. Her thick thighs were spread apart, her legs pulled back. This left her pussy pointing up in the air. It was covered in thick hair, although the pink fleshy folds of her inner labia stuck free from the mass of wiry pubic hair.

There were times when the fur that covered some of the other race’s cunts aroused him, but this was not one of those times. She had denied him her pussy during their last meeting and he had thought he’d wish to make ample use of it given the chance. But seeing it he realized he has no interest in it at all.

“What a pathetic, smelly, hairy cunt you have. Had you been a loyal daughter it might have been used by a man of great standing to bring royal babies into the world. Your father is old and might not have sired any children after you. Had you just been patient that crown would have been yours and the mewling brats you pushed out of your body would have been destined to become kings or queens in time. Instead you lacked the patience a true monarch requires and now that cunt is useless. At the very least I know I’ll never use the thing. Your tits are what interest me. And your mouth-pussy. And MAYBE one day your asshole. But your cunt? No, it shall never know the pleasure of my royal cock inside of it.”

She lay with her head turned to the side, her expression blank. It seemed as if she didn’t hear his words but he knew better. The REAL her was still in there, fully conscious and hearing every word he said. He had no doubt the former noblewoman, who had probably never had a harsh word said to her because of her standing, would be in tears where her mind not so addled and thoroughly controlled at the moment.

“But those tits, they truly are a marvel,” he continued, dropping the crop to the floor and climbing up onto the bed. He pressed her legs down and pushed her hands aside, climbing on top of her and sitting on her plump body so that his impressively sized cock rested between her huge breasts. She simply lay motionless under him, waiting for him to use her in any way he pleased. In that moment she didn’t even seem a person, she seemed more a living sex toy, a thought that brought Jennenes great pleasure.

With a roll of his hand through the air magical energy gathered in his palm and turned to a thick slathering of lube as he used that hand to grab his hard cock. He also slathered much of it between her breasts until most of the slippery stuff was gone from his hand. Then, moving up into her breasts, he grabbed her tits and pressed them up and around his cock.

He moaned in delight as they envelope his royal manhood, completely hiding it from sight. As he pressed them in further around his hard shaft she shuddered under him, moaning. It was a sound that told him she was experiencing great and sudden pleasure but discomfort as well. He pressed her tits in harder and she sucked in, gasping in pleasure then moaning in pain.

“My, they really have been cursed,” he said happily as he started to slowly move his hips.

As his cock slid smoothly up through her pressed breast-flesh she moaned louder, closing her eyes tight and thrashing her head from side to side. “The pleasure!” she moaned as he picked up speed, fucking her tits a little faster. “It’s so intense! I’m— I’m already cumming!

She arched her back slightly under his weight and Jennenes could feel her grinding her thick thighs together behind him. It filled him with more cruel-spirited lust and soon he was pounding her tits hard and fast.

“By all the gods,” she screamed, convulsing under him. “Cumming so hard!” She gasped, wincing in extreme discomfort. “Each orgasm is starting before the last starts to fade. Not a moment of rest from my body! My tits are already sore, my pussy already aches!”

His only response was to lean forward and press his body into her huge tits, pounding them even more vigorously.

“Cumming! Cumming so hard! The pain! The pleasure! So much! I can’t endure it! I can’t… passing out…”

“Oh no you don’t,” he barked, letting go of one of her tits and holding his hand up. It instantly started to steam with glowing red energy. He pressed the hand down on her face and she gasped, inhaling the red magic. Her eyes shot open as her body was forced back into total wakefulness. “You will have no rest till I am done with you,” he declared, removing his hand from her face.

She looked up at him, the fear and despair in her eyes so extreme it pushed him over the edge and he came in her tits. For just a moment there was relief on her face then she realized he hadn’t slowed and was still pounding her tits, only now his cock was lubricated with a thick load of cum.

“Scream for me, Fuck-Meat,” he growled as he savagely pounded her tits. “Scream and maybe this won’t last all night.”

She screamed. She screamed loud and long as orgasm after orgasm was titfucked from her body. She screamed till she was hoarse and no sound left her lips. She came till she was drenched in sweat and so sore she could barely move, a wet patch on the bed from the ample juices forced from her cunt after every orgasm. Only then, only after Jennenes had cum in her tits multiple times, did he pull away.

His cock was a cum covered mess but it was nothing compared to the mess in his Fuck-Meat’s tits. He stood at the end of the bed, admiring his handy work. She was limp and breathing heavily and if not for the enchantment keeping her awake she’d have long ago passed out. Even with the spell’s magic flowing through her the woman’s eyes were barely open. She was exhausted near to the breaking point, just where Jennenes wanted her.

“Up, Fuck-Meat,” he commanded. “Off the bed and down onto your knees before your one true King.”

Slowly, shaking from weakness, she rose. Her huge cum covered breasts shifted as she sat up, their shifting weight almost sending her tumbling to the side. But her master had given her a command and two powerful forms of magic worked through her mind and body ensuring she followed the order.

She rose from the bed and was on her feet for only a brief moment. Then she collapsed down onto her knees, her huge cum covered breasts bouncing heavily as she landed on the floor, their shifting weight almost enough to knock her all the way over.

Jennenes stepped close to her, grabbing her hair and jerking her head back. Then he grabbed his cum covered cock and slapped it down onto her face. It looked long and fat on her stout Dwarven features, the shaft easily longer then the height of her face. He let go of his cock and started moving his hips slightly from side to side, dragging it slowly across her face and over her nose then back in the other direction.

“Smell it,” he told her. “Open your stupid mouth-cunt and lick it. Taste my cum. Taste my cock. This is your god now, your meaning for existence. You and your tits will serve my cock and give it any pleasure it wants from you.”

She licked at his shaft and inhaled the scent of it. He pressed his cock against her face, smashing her nose up so that she snorted as she inhaled the odor of his cum-covered cock.

Then, without warning, he pulled back, grabbing his cock and pressing it down into her mouth. As soon as it slipped between her lips her grabbed the back of her head and thrust hard into her. He angled her head so that his cock could slam down into her throat. She choked and gagged while weakly pressing against his legs to try and pull free. But she was too drained and he too strong. He held her there, making her choke on his cock.

“This is the natural and most beautiful relationship a woman can have with a cock,” he purred, enjoying the feel of all the thick saliva she was half vomiting up running down his shaft and dripping coolly from his balls.

After a long time he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He kept hold of her hair so that she couldn’t double over. A normal woman would have still been choking, gasping for air as her sore throat revolted from such abuse. But she did not. Her body was limp and only remained upright because he held her by the hair.

Jennenes moved back in so his cock was once more placed on her face, his balls by her chin and his shaft running up the length of her face beside her nose and resting on her forehead. His dick glowed slightly, faint sparking red magical energy that seemed to be emanating out and flowing up into her eyes. After a few seconds they began to glow red too as the magic gathered inside of her.

“Here you are, Fuck-Meat. Blank. Mindless. Everything that makes you ‘you’ beaten down and ground to nothing by my cock. You are completely cocknotized, a blank slate to be made into what I want. But what shall I make you into?”

The question hung in the air as her face remained expressionless, her eyes glowing as energy flowed from the Elven king’s cock into her mind. He had to decide, not this moment but before he pulled away from her and broke the magical bond between his cock and her mind.

“But what shall I make you into?” he repeated, pondering the question.

 

 

 

Chapter Eleven: Traveling to Meet the Fey Queen

 

Zomos led the way through the forest, at times having to press trees aside to fit between them, with Kilne and Amitkoa following close behind her.

“Are we going to talk about what happened last night?” Amitkoa asked.

CAN we do that without making you fall into that spell again?” Kilne quickly asked.

The giantess took a slow, deep breath. “Yes, we can talk openly now. Thanks to you two.” She didn’t look back and they could sense the shame the huge woman felt at what had happened. “Orgasms keep the curse at bay. It was reckless of me to go so long without. But… I had been alone in the woods for days, searching for you. And pleasuring myself only does so much.”

Kilne dashed forward to keep pace beside the giantess, looking up at her. “Are you saying if we help you get off regularly your… uh, ‘affliction’ will be held at bay?”

Blushing slightly, Zomos looked down at her. “Yes. Tonight when we make camp I’d appreciate…” she trailed off, looking away again.

“You saved us,” Amitkoa replied, “you need only ask.”

“The thing is,” the giantess said, “when I am not bimbofied I like to watch rather than take part, at least when you little folk are involved.”

Kilne and Amitkoa looked at each other and smiled. “Everyone has a kink,” the owner of the last brothel they had both worked at was fond of saying. “Discover it and you will have a servant, not a client.”

“We know how to put on a show,” Amitkoa said. There was a hint of pride in the statement, but also a tinge of shame and regret.

“I am sure you do. But I have very, uh, specific tastes.” Again she looked away from the two women doing their best to keep pace alongside her huge strides.

“Tell us,” Kilne said soothingly.

“I have a device,” Zomos replied, blushing once more. “It’s a kind of faux dick. It’s made so it can strap onto one of you small women.”

“We know how to use that kind of item,” Amitkoa replied quickly, memories of her former life flooding back into her mind. “And we have experience putting on a show together using one.”

“Then tonight when we make camp you will… help me keep my ailment at bay? I can watch you two as you use the item, one of you pretending to be a man. You understand I will need to pleasure myself to the sight?”

“Oh yes, we understand,” Amitkoa said. “It will be our pleasure to help you get off that way.”

Zomos breathed a deep sigh of relief. “Come, let us continue on our way. If we make good time before making camp tonight we will be to the Queen’s hidden camp not long after starting out tomorrow. And I will not have to fear that my curse will overcome me.”

“No,” Amitkoa said, “you will not.”

She looked over at Kilne and saw that the younger Nemorvian was glowing with pride that they would be able to help their savior. But Amitkoa was worried. The curse on Zomos was powerful, debilitating, and perversely humiliating. If there really was some powerful dark force that this Fey Queen worked against surely this was only a hint at what it was capable of. The thought made her shiver. Perhaps joining these women was not the smartest move, perhaps doing so would leave them in even greater danger then they had been before.

“If only Novaoa was here,” she muttered quietly under her breath. “She’d know what to do.” Hopefully, she thought, they would arrive at the Queen’s hidden camp and find her already there.

 

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Since her eyes were covered Novaoa had to imagine the world around her. Everywhere there was happy voices and feminine laughter filling the air. Much of it was the lyrical, magical laughter of Fey women but interspersed through it all was far more normal laughter. Humans and Elves and Dwarves, at least she imagined so. It was hard to tell from just the sound of laughter and happy speech. One thing, though, was certain: every voice was female. There was no men in this camp, at least not out in the open.

“We are almost to the Queen,” Meadow said, leading Novaoa. “The moment of truth approaches.”

The air around her began to slowly change. The cool breeze blowing through the forest felt cooler, yet she was left feeling as warm as if she was lying naked in the sun. There was a thrumming energy as well. She felt it swirling around her, drifting towards something… A great power, something more than mortal but not quit a god. It grew stronger with every step, the energy lifting her spirits and making her feel as if there was only joy and kindness in the world. It seemed to be washing away the harsh memories of her life, even the vibrant recent memories of her encounter with the Trolls.

“We are here,” Meadow said, making Novaoa stop.

Novaoa was still blindfolded yet she knew the queen of the Fey sat before her. She could feel her presence so intensely that she almost felt she could see her.

Then she felt Meadow’s small fingers untying her blindfold before stepping away from her. Novaoa kept her eyes closed as the thing fell from her face. A gust of wind picked up and she sensed the leaves blowing apart, drifting up into the air and dissipating back into nothingness. She opened her eyes and looked up, seeing the moment their green shapes lost form, melting in to wisps of magical energy that floated away.

They were standing in a clearing, the sun shining down more brightly then she had ever seen, yet it did not blind her. Her eyes didn’t even need to adjust to the bright sunshine. Looking to her left she saw a perfectly clear pond, its surface glistening as the light reflected off its surface. Fish swam and danced just below the surface and the water that swirled around them glowed with sparks of blue magical energy.

This was a magic place, an ancient place untouched by few since its birth. Yet the power here was nothing compared to what flowed off the woman sitting before her.

Slowly Novaoa turned to face Queen Faeven. As she did the power emanating off of the woman hit her in cascading waves that made her feel weak in the knees. She dropped down, bowing before the Fey Queen, awed by her power and beauty. She had to avert her eyes, unable to look up again till permitted to.

“You may see me, child,” Queen Faeven said. Her voice was a song of feminine perfection and held more power than the most powerful bardic song.

Novaoa looked up, awed even further as she fully took in the sight of the Queen. She was a Fey creature, yet she was more than the small wispy winged women that flutter around them. Her body was more human and far more curvaceous. She had pleasingly thick limbs and wide, alluring hips.

All of her body was on display as the woman sat naked, wearing only a translucent golden crown that shone radiantly as if it is made of refined sunlight. Novaoa blinked, struggling to keep looking at the woman. She glistened and glowed as if she was more a magic thing rather than a physical being. Her face was the most beautiful thing Novaoa had ever seen, so perfect that it was beyond comparison to mortal beauty. And when she smiled down at Novaoa the Nemorvian felt all anger, hate, and fear inside of her dissolve.

“I sense greatness in you,” Queen Faeven said, rising with elegant smoothness from the large rectangular rock that served as her throne. As she had sat on it the rock’s surface had been smooth and bare, but as soon as she lifted up form it winding vines grow up from the earth and covered it in fresh greenery.

Novaoa felt herself pushed back as the Queen of the Fey rose and took a step towards her. There was so much power… And her body! It was… perfect. Every curve radiated a powerful sexual perfection. From the curve of her hips to the swelling of her breasts, breasts that Novaoa now realized were almost as big as her own. The Queen had a body that was indecent in its proportions like that of a fertility goddess, yet it sparkled with pure innocence.

“Yes,” the Queen said, moving closer to Novaoa, flowers sprouting up as her feet left the ground as she took each step forward. “My body is divinely perfect, desired by all that see it.”

Novaoa blushed. The Queen had read her mind somehow and her own thoughts shamed her.

“Do not be ashamed. Sexual attraction is a natural, wondrous thing. It brings pleasure and emotional bonding and can bring new life into the world.”

She stepped ever closer to Novaoa, who suddenly felt the need to stand. She rose to her feet and was left standing eye to eye with the Fey Queen, yet she felt as though the woman towered above her.

Queen Faeven reached out and placed a hand on Novaoa’s naked shoulder. Warmth flowed from her hand making Novaoa feel light headed and giddy with peaceful delight. “I can see into your past, see that the sexual things that have swirled around you have not been pure and loving. They have been full of greedy selfishness and above all the perverse taint of The Corruption. I gladdens my heart to know you had already taken up the battle against such perversion. I feel the uncorrupted gods work their will through you, that you have been brought to us for a reason.”

Novaoa started to nod, transfixed by the Queen’s eyes.

“She must still be tested,” a deep, distrusting voice called out firmly beside them.

The sound broke some of the Queen’s enthralling magic. She took her hand from Novaoa’s shoulder and seemed to glide back to her stone throne, the green vines on it receding back into the earth as she sat down. “Yes,” the Queen said as she sat, sadness pulling at her features, “she must be tested. We cannot be too careful.”

Looking to the side Novaoa could see who the distrusting voice belonged to.

Beside her stood a massive, hulking Human woman covered in bulging muscles. Her bulk was inhumanly large and Novaoa knew at once what she was: someone able to tap into the barbarian’s rage. It had swollen her body and made her larger and stronger than would normally be possible for a Human woman. The power had also increased the size of the woman’s breasts but they were firmly held in place by the imposing woman’s outfit.

She was covered in cascading layers of furs and leathers, large teeth and horns interwoven in them. She had on a small skirt, fangs of some massive monster sewn all around its edges. Belts of dark leather wrapped around her waist and more furs fell from them down her back, part of the strange half-dress made of the red scales of some huge lizard, the other half well worn leather.

Fabric was wrapped tightly around her prominent bust, pressing her breasts in and keeping their substantial bulk in check. The garment looked as though it could be closed over her muscular abs when she was not bulked up, but at that moment the garment hung stretched open below her breasts, large teeth and fang-like tusks sewn into their form making it look as if her stomach was a mighty maw open and roaring.

A massive dire bear’s pelt hung from her back serving as a cape. It was tucked into to large two masses of bone on each shoulder, a jumble of huge interwoven bone, tusks and jaws and half of a huge skull.

The woman’s size would have been enough to make her an imposing sight but the outfit made her absolutely terrifying. Even her hair style added the fierceness of the woman, the hair cut shorter than most men’s hair. All of her hair was roughly chopped of except one long tangled, dreaded braid hanging down one side of her head. The woman clearly had a pretty face but it was masked by bright red tribal artwork painted onto it and by a fierce scowl.

But there was more. She held a weapon in each hand and they were bound to her hands with tightly woven strips of red cloth, making it look like she couldn’t release her hold on them even if she wanted to. One of the weapons was a long, slender sword with a slightly curved blade. Looking at the handle Novaoa saw that the blade was carved from bone and had once been a tusked jaw.

The other weapon was even more imposing. It was massive, so large that she doubted it could be picked up when the woman wasn’t bulked up with the muscles of the barbarian rage. Angular, sharpened ebony stone formed a curved blade and the spiked bones of some unimaginable demon creature were fused with the stone.

The woman glared at Novaoa and flexed her muscles, lifting her weapons up. “I am The Blade of the Queen,” she declared. “I am the rage she cannot express, for she is too pure. Since entering her service I have been like this, the barbarian’s rage not subsiding even for a moment. My weapons are magically bound to my hands and they cannot be released till my Queen’s war is won.”

Novaoa wasn’t sure how to reply. The hulking woman stepped closer, looming over the Nemorvian. “You must be tested. The enemy has sent agents disguised as allies before. If you prove to be one your death shall be swift and painless, more mercy than you would deserve but it is what my Queen desires.”

“Do not be afraid,” Queen Faeven said with a musical laugh. “The Blade is my fury and my caution, but I have faith you will pass the test.”

“What is this test,” Novaoa asked, looking away from The Blade and feeling lightheaded. This was all too much. She felt as though she was walking amongst gods and legends. And the numerous Fey that fluttered about in the air, singing and laughing, didn’t help her feel any more grounded.

Queen Faeven leaned back on her stone throne, bracing both her hands beside herself on its surface as she spreads her legs open and pulled her feet up. She was left with her womanhood spread and revealed. It was hairless and so perfectly shaped it didn’t seem to be real.

“You must come and kneel before me and taste the moisture of my arousal. Once on your lips you will be able to speak only truth for a time. Come now, Novaoa the Nemorvian, come taste me so you can be tested.”

Novaoa felt she was moving in a dream, like she was watching herself from far away as she stumbled forward and knelt before the powerful Fey Queen. As she leaned in the fragrance of the woman’s pussy made her head swim. It is so real and strong, yet the scent of flowers and green living things was magically intermingled with its pungent mortal scents.

“Taste me,” the Queen whispered, placing a hand on her head and pulling Novaoa’s head into her pussy.

The Nemorvian closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting her tongue dart out and lick the Fey Queen’s cunt. The taste of her womanhood could only be described as divine, every perfect taste imaginable all in one. Yet there was still the distinctly strong taste of pussy. She took one lick then felt herself magically forced back and up onto her feet.

“Now tell us, Novaoa,” the Queen asked firmly, “are you a willing servant of The Corruption? Are you a spy or agent sent to do us harm?”

Novaoa opened her mouth to answer and felt that she could only speak truth. For a moment a fear burst into life inside her. She feared that this sinister force HAD been working through her and that now that truth would be revealed. “No,” she said after a long pause, sighing in relief. “I wish only to serve you, to serve in your army.”

The air around her shifted, a tenseness that had been building but had gone unnoticed by Novaoa till then, dissolving.

Queen Faeven sat up and closed her legs. “Novaoa is a true ally,” she declared loudly. “We shall welcome you as one of our own. You will be given clothing and armor and our Fey smiths shall arm you with potent magical weapons should you want them. You are a member of my army now, pledged not to me but to the battle against The Corruption.”

She paused, the smile disappearing from her face. “I protect my army with power that can challenge the gods themselves. Yet you must know one thing: as mighty as my power is it could all be lost in an instant. Should a man’s penis ever touch my form my power would end, as would all the boons I have bestowed upon my gathered forces. This is why we hide our camp, why we prepare for the liberation of those held in sexual servitude in Iphasea City in secret. Do you understand Novaoa?”

“I think so, yes,” she replied, not at all meaning her words.

The Queen then laughed and waved her off. “Go now, Novaoa. Meadow shall tend to your needs. And soon you shall be informed of our first actions in this war of liberation.”

 

Chapter Twelve: Jennenes’ New Toy

 

It was done. The various enchantment’s had taken a full day to cast, transforming his new toy into what he wanted it to be. It was finally done and now it was time for Jennenes to inspect his handiwork.

Fuck-Meat stood in the middle of his bedchamber, standing tall with her chest thrust out to put her massive Dwarven breasts prominently on display. Although her breasts still looked unmistakably Dwarven she did not. The spells he had bound into her flesh had left her something that was no longer Dwarven. Fuck-Meat was less than she had been yet she was also so much more.

Jennenes stood before her, staring down into her eyes. They had been intense once and full of deadly intelligence. Now they were larger, open wide as she stared blankly ahead of herself. Those big eyes combined with the expression on her face left her looking… brainless. Like there was no intelligence beyond basic animal instinct left in her.

“I leached all the intelligence form you,” he told her.

She blinked dumbly, cocking her head to the side and smiling stupidly up at him.

“What do you think about that, Fuck-Meat? What do you think about me having siphoned off nearly every drop of intelligence from your mind and leaving you dumb, as dumb a cow?”

She blinked again, straightening her head and responded. “Moo,” replied, not saying the word but mooing it at him as if she really was a cow.

Jennenes nodded, a pleased smile spreading across his lips. “Dumb as a cow,” he said proudly, looking down at the largest physical change he’d made to her. She’d screamed while he used his magic to twist her body. It had taken time but it had been worth it. He reached out and touched one of the two bovine horns extending out from the sides of her head. “Cow horns for a dumb, mindless cow. Isn’t that right, Fuck-Meat?”

She looked up at him, her expression vacant as she replied with a much longer, “Moooo”.

The king nodded in approval and looked down at her massive breasts. He’d spent time weaving magic into them as well. They were even bigger than before, denser and heavier because now they were filled with milk.

He cupped the bottom of one of her breasts and lifted it slightly, appreciating the little gasp of pleasure that slipped from her mouth as he touched her. Then, gently, he started to squeeze the bottom of her breast. She moaned happily as a bead of white milk formed at the tip of her nipple.

“A true cow’s teats you have now,” he declared, squeezing harder and making a stream of milk shoot out onto the elegantly carpeted floor. Fuck-Meat moaned and ground her thick thighs together, the small milking nearly making her cum.

“The spell to make a woman’s breasts lactate for the rest of her life is usually a draining and complicated one, but I found the magic was easy to sew into your flesh,” he told her as he let go of her breast. “So much magic had already been used on your tits that adding more was easy. Although I do fear that all those spells and enchantments mixing together might have some unexpected results eventually. I’ve seen how magic can ferment over time and become more than it was intended to be, especially when different kinds of magic are combined in one vessel.”

“But even if that happens to you I don’t know if I’ll ever find out. I’ve enjoyed destroying what you once were, making you into my obedient little mind-controlled cow. But I suspect I’ll grow bored of you before long. I’ll have a few more weeks or even months fun with these magnificent udders of yours but I fear before long even they will not be enough to keep my sexual attention. When the day comes that I finally grow bored of you and your massive Dwarven cow udders I’ll probably sell you off to one of the brothels in the city. I’m sure I’ll be able to make a large amount of coin on you, that is assuming I don’t break you before then.”

She stared up at him, her expression still blank. “Moo,” she replied when he stopped talking.

He nodded. “That’s right, cow, none of that matters now. What matters is that I’m horny and after a long night of weaving spells I’m ready for some relief.” He started walking slowly around her till he had repositioned himself directly behind her. “But first I need to get warmed up.”

Jennenes reached down and placed his hands on her wide hips and slowly began to run them up her sides. She shivered under his touch and moaned quietly in delight. He slid his hands slowly higher, reaching around her front to cup the bottoms of her overlarge Dwarven breasts.

He held them in his hands, lifting gently as if weighing them. “So much heavier, so much denser now that they are so full of milk,” he whispered. He lifted them higher, sliding his hands under their bulk and grabbing them at their base.

Then he squeezed.

He squeezed tight till streams of milk came squirting out of her nipples. Fuck-Meat moaned and mooed in delight, rubbing her thighs together and wiggling. As she wiggled about, moaning in pleasure, Jennenes’ cock became wedged in between her large, plump ass cheeks. It had already begun to harden when he had started playing with her tits but now, thanks to the feel of her fat ass shaking from side to side, it grew fully erect.

“Such beautiful milk coming from my Fuck-Meat’s udders,” he said, squeezing her tits even harder. His hips had begun to move and he was humping her ass cheeks as he squeezed her tits. She was shaking and shuddering, beginning to cum. He kept working her tits, grinding into her backside and humping her ass cheeks as he did.

“Keep on your feet,” he commanded, knowing her legs would start to grow weak as her orgasm intensified. He’d made a lot of changes to her, making it so her sexual climaxes were far more powerful was just one of them. He hadn’t made the change for her sake. He’d ensured she’d feel every orgasm so intensely, feel so much pleasure that it would nearly pain her.

He squeezed a bit more milk out of her teats then decided his warm-up was finally over. Jennenes let go of her breasts and took a step away from her, turning and sitting in a nearby chair. He leaned back in it, spreading his legs wide open and grabbing his hard cock. “Now come to me, Fuck-Meat. I am ready for you to pleasure me with your huge Dwarven cow udders.”

With her legs still shaking and her orgasm only then starting to die off she turned and stumbled towards the perverse Elven king, dropping to her knees before him. He stroked himself as he watched the way her huge breasts bounced and jiggled as she fell, reveling in the sight of a bit of milk squirting out of each nipple as her breasts fell before bouncing back up slightly.

The sight of the milk put a thought in his head. As she grabbed her breasts and started to lift them up he held up a hand. “Wait,” he commanded. “I need lubrication and I want you to provide it.” She looked up at him, her big eyes lacking all intelligence yet understanding his words. He’d left SOME things in her head, he’d had to if he’d hoped to have her keep his attention for any amount of time. She started to lean down to start sucking him off but he told her, again, to wait. “Not this time. This time I want to use your milk as lube. Grab those udders and drench my cock in your milk, cow.”

She looked up at him, furrowing her brows. Her expression made it clear she was struggling to understand his command but after a few moments she nodded, seemingly having figured it out. Still holding her breasts she moved a bit closer, shifting her hands so she could grab their center mass and point her nipples at his manhood. Then she squeezed, squirting milk all over his cock. She moaned and shuddered as she did, the milking making her cum almost instantly. Only after his entire cock was drenched in milk did she stop.

“Very good,” he cooed, looking down at his dick and watching the milk run down his hard shaft, feeling it dripping down onto his balls and soaking into the fabric cushion of the chair under him. “Now begin, pleasure me with your cow udders,” he barked, eager to begin.

She moved closer, lifting her breasts up as she pressed in between his legs then dropping them down onto his lap.

Jennenes leaned back, closing his eyes to luxuriate in the feel of her breasts so large and heavy resting in his lap. He kept his eyes closed as she shifted her hands and started to press her tits in around his cock. The pressure caused her nipples to start leaking a bit of milk and he knew she’d quickly make a mess in his lap, but that only turned him on more. Sex should be messy, he thought.

She shifted her hands again, half wrapping her arms around her over-large bust then beginning to slowly move them up and down his shaft. Slowly she picked up speed, the milk covering his cock providing ample lubrication to allow her massive breasts to slide smoothly up and down his shaft.

Before long she was bouncing her tits up and down. He kept his eyes closed, concentrating on how good they felt. Her tits were pressed so tightly around his manhood that her tit-meat completely enveloped his cock. He reveled in the pressure of them pressed in around him, of the feel of them bouncing up and down the length of his cock, but most of all he enjoyed the feeling of her heavy breasts slamming back into the bare skin of his lap.

“I left very little in that mind of yours,” he moaned, “but I made sure you retained the ability to pleasure a man with your huge udders. I think the spells I wove into you even improved your knowledge of how to do this. I doubt the stuffy noblewoman that had only ever had her tits fucked twice would have been able to give such an amazing titjob.”

Her only response was a short moo and an increased intensity of working his cock with her tits.

He was curious about what was going on in her head. With his eyes still closed he reached out with his magic, opening her mind to read her surface thoughts. At first all he heard was a series of “moos” but after weaving a minor spell he was able to translate the simple thoughts.

Make Master cum, she was thinking as she mooed to herself in her mind. Will pleasure him with his favorite udders, titfuck all the beautiful cum from his royal cock. Must make him cum! Try titfuck different, see if it makes him cum faster.

As the last thought ran through her head she shifted her hands, continuing to bounce her tits but doing so with each breast out of sync with the other, throwing one breast up while letting the other fall down. His rod was pressed from side to side between her breast-meat and the way her tit-flesh rubbed at it from different angles made him moan in appreciation.

“Getting close,” he grunted, opening his eyes and reaching out to grab her head with both hands. He pressed her down and she understood right away. She pressed her face down into her cleavage, pressing her breasts into his lap so she could start sucking on the tip of his cock. He almost came from the added sensation but managed to hold back, wanting to last a bit longer.

As he watched her he realized she was still cumming occasionally from having her breasts used this way. “Pleasuring cock is all you know now,” he said, speaking the words as if they were self-evident. “That and the pleasure of cumming from using your udders to pleasure cock. You love it, being a piece of happy mindless Fuck-Meat, lost in the bliss of her own huge breasts. You’re a fuck-cow now, a thing not a person.”

He paused, breathing heavily and still fighting not to cum yet. “But I wonder… Is the REAL you still in there somewhere? It was what I intended when I wove my spells, but such things often don’t play out as intended.”

Jennenes closed his eyes again, reaching into her mind once more. The surface thoughts were much the same as they had been but he pushed past those, reaching deeper into her mind. Down deep he probed till he felt a small sliver of proper consciousness. It was walled off from the rest of her mind, a prison that could be seen out of but never escaped. He tapped into it, finding that the real her WAS still there. She was screaming in frustration and terror and horror at what she had become and delicious shame and degradation flowed through the little prison of consciousness.

He savored the feel, proud of what he’d done to this once mighty noblewoman. He savored it and he came, came harder then he’d cum in some time.

Fuck-Meat intensified his climax by continuing to suck his cockhead with animal intensity as his manhood quivered and sent an explosion of semen into her mouth.

By the time he was done cumming and she’d let his cock fall from her mouth he felt drained. He went limp, breathing heavy and still enjoying the feel of her huge breasts resting in his lap. His eyes were closed still and the sound of her swallowing the last of his cum brought a smile to his face.

“So thirsty,” he muttered to his Fuck-Meat. His orgasm had been intense and he was parched. He cursed, realizing she’d probably not understand a command to bring him a glass of water from a nearby table. Then he sat up slowly, opening his eyes lazily and looking down at her. There was a command he knew she would understand that could help satiate his thirst.

“Fuck-Meat, I am thirsty. Stand, bring me one of your teats. I need to drink some of your milk.”

She stood and quickly lifted one massive breast to his face, pressing her nipple into his mouth.

He started sucking, her milk letting down instantly. As soon as the first drop hit his tongue his eyes opened wide in surprise and he began sucking harder. The milk flowed into his mouth and he drank it down with desperate greediness. It was insanely delicious! He’d only ever had one other drink that tasted this good, but it took him a moment to remember what it was.

Nemorvian milk! he thought, shocked. He kept drinking and realized that the milk was not just delicious and not just satiating his thirst. The drained feeling of post-orgasmic exhaustion and laziness was being washed away. He felt refreshed, as if he’d just woken from a long rest. But most importantly his cock was once more rock hard, throbbing and ready to fuck again. Even his balls felt full once more!

He forced himself to stop drinking. “Amazing,” he whispered, staring at the pair of huge breasts in his face. He’d not intended it but the magic woven into this Dwarven woman had made her milk just like that of a Nemorvian! He started to get excited but realized it could have been a strange fluke of the magic. Would her milk revitalize him and his cock after he came again? “This needs to be tested,” he declared.

Jennenes stood, placing his hands together and working his fingers to weave a quick spell. He pulled his hands apart, opening a shimmering image that showed him his majordomo.

The man turned to face Jennenes. “Yes, my liege?” He was not surprised by the appearance of a similar image before floating suddenly in the air before him showing his king. Jennenes often communicated with his majordomo this way, it was a way to give commands directly when urgency was needed.

“Bring me a whore,” he commanded. The brothel owners were all required to station one of their prostitutes in the castle at all times, a pool of sexual talent there for the king to tap into at his whim. “One skilled with her mouth. I have something I need to test. And go fast man, this is urgent!”

 

 

 

Chapter Thirteen: Battle at the Camp

 

Kilne and Amitkoa walked a bit behind Zomos, knowing the huge woman didn’t feel like talking. The previous night had not gone as any of them had expected.

After making camp the Giantess had taken out the strap-on faux phallus and both Nemorvians had been more than ready to use it to put on a show for their savior. But as the huge woman had started to hand them the device she had stopped, pulling back. Zomos had turned her back to them and hunched over as if a heavy weight was suddenly pressing down on her shoulders.

“I can’t,” she had mumbled. “I can’t ask you to do this.”

“But we don’t mind,” Kilne had quickly said. And she’d meant it. In fact, the more she’d thought about it the more she’d wanted to do this thing. She missed doing things like this, missed many of the parts of her old life of sexual servitude.

She’d started to insist Zomos let them put on the show but Amitkoa had placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her. The younger Nemorvian turned to her friend, confused. “I don’t understand.”

Amitkoa had stared at Zomos’ back, sadness in her eyes. “Sometimes the things our bodies need are the last thing our minds need,” Amitkoa whispered. “She doesn’t want to need this, this curse on her is killing her soul. Can’t you see it? The weight of it on her… Gods above, I wonder long she’s suffered?”

“For far too long,” Zomos replied, obviously having overheard them. “And even Queen Faeven can’t cure me. She says the influence of The Corruption on Alaria is too strong.” She sat up and turned to look at them, the sadness on her face turning to burning anger. “That’s why I want to fight her war. I want to kill every servant of The Corruption to lessen its influence so that one day I can be cured of this foul curse!”

Since the conversation Zomos hadn’t said a word to either of her traveling partners. In the morning the two Nemorvians had woken to find the camp already broken down, just the bedrolls they had slept in needing to be packed away. Zomos had led the way, her huge strides moving her through the forest so fast they had at times struggled to keep up.

As they pressed through the forest the giantess had drawn a massive sword, one so big only a being as large as her could ever hope to wield it. They didn’t know why she had the weapon drawn. Perhaps she thought there was danger nearby, but more likely the two thought she was so angry and felt so powerless that she needed to feel her weapon in her hands. Both Nemorvians understood the feeling all too well.

Suddenly Zomos threw an arm out, signaling for the two women behind her to stop. A moment later the giantess dropped to her knees and crouched down behind some thick underbrush, waving for her companions to come to her. They did as she had, dropping low to the ground then crawling to her as they drew their swords.

“What is it,” Amitkoa whispered nervously.

Zomos pointed through the underbrush they hid behind at the forest ahead of them. “There is a camp up ahead,” she whispered, so quiet they could barely hear her, yet the mix of fear and anger in her voice was perfectly clear. “I only got a glimpse but I saw Minotaurs.”

The two Nemorvians glanced at each other nervously.

“But how?” Amitkoa asked quietly. “We were supposed to be fleeing to safety, not towards danger.”

Zomos furrowed her brow, deep in thought. “It doesn’t make sense. The queen’s protective wards should have kept them away. This isn’t right, something dark is at work here.” She glanced from the small horned women beside her then out towards the Minotaurs’ camp. When she looked back at the Nemorvians her face was full of fierce determination. “They can’t be allowed to find the queen’s encampment. There is no doubt in my mind that The Corruption is using them to try and locate the queen and her army. We have to make sure they never find her.”

Amitkoa peaked over the bushes and quickly dropped back down to the ground, cursing quietly. “There are so many of them! What should we do? Can we try and lead them away? Could we outrun them?”

“No,” Zomos said. “Minotaurs are far too fast. I might be able to get away because of how large my legs are, but they’d catch you too almost immediately. We have no choice, we have to attack them.”

Kilne and Amitkoa’s eyes shot open. “No! We can’t, there are too many of them.”

“We have surprise on our side,” Zomos said, already starting to rise. “We attack now and we slay every one of them.”

The Giantess was on her feet and rushing forward. Amitkoa and Kilne swore but got up, rushing forward with her. The three women readied their weapons and rushed into battle.

Zomos roared as she charged into the Minotaur camp. As the two Nemorvians followed after her they saw that the mercenaries, although caught off guard by the surprise charge, were not wholly unprepared for battle. It looked as though the group had just been preparing to leave their camp to go on some sort of patrol, most likely searching for the Nemorvians, and were all fully armed. The monstrous bullheaded men were able to turn and meet Zomos’ charge, throwing up large axes and war hammers to defend against the massive blade she slashed at them.

A Minotaur leaped towards Amitkoa, swinging a huge double-bladed axe. Kilne saw the attack before Amitkoa did and the young Nemorvian realized her friend wouldn’t see it in time. She screamed, pushing Amitkoa out of the way and swinging her sword up to knock the attack back.

She succeeded in saving her friend but the Minotaur’s attack was so powerful that it both shattered Kilne’s sword and knocked her to the ground. She landed on her ass, her chest heaving in fear as she looked up at the Minotaur looming above her. As she looked up she realized the beast-man had no pants on and she was left staring at its humongous, dangling cock. The sight of his manhood hit her at once. He eyes opened wide and she gasped then her body locked up.

Amitkoa had gotten back up, turning and seeing that Kilne was in danger. She charged blindly at the Minotaur, hoping to fight it back away from her friend. As she rushed forward she saw Kilne on the ground, looking up at the Minotaur and not moving. Confused, she looked where her friend was staring and far too late realized she was looking at the thing’s exposed manhood. Her charge forward came to a sudden halt. Her arms fell to her sides, the sword falling from her hand and thudding into the dirt below.

The two Nemorvian’s were transfixed, their racial weakness ending their fight just moments after it had begun. They stared, their mouths hanging open and a look of desperate needful lust spreading across their pretty features. Slowly, and in near unison, the two women said a single word. “Cock,” they moaned, the one word a clear request.

Standing off from the action was the largest of the Minotaurs, the gray-haired leader. He stood silently watching the battle he had known was about to begin, knowing it would be short. His head was cocked to the side slightly as if listening to a voice only he could hear.

“The gods led me here to do their work,” he muttered to himself. “And now I get my reward.” He smiled, looking at the cock-stunned Nemorvians. They’d had to hunt them for such a long time, the women evading them to the point of frustration. He’d started to think they’d never find the women in this accursed forest but then the gods had led him here, letting him know when they would appear. He knew not why the gods wanted these cows captured and he didn’t really care. What mattered was that they had a lot to pay for and he’d make sure they paid up before he delivered them to the Elven king.

He turned away from them, knowing he had to wait just a bit more before taking his payment from their bodies. The Giantess was an unexpected challenge. Subduing a woman that large and fierce would have been nearly impossible, but luckily no one was paying him to bring her back alive. His men would simply have to kill her, and if too many of them died in the attempt he’d have to be the one to kill her himself.

The battle around her was fierce. She swung the massive sword she wielded, one so big even a Minotaur would have had trouble wielding it, knocking back every attack sent her way. The Minotaur troop had rarely fought enemies as big as they were and had never faced a sentient foe actually larger than themselves. This allowed Zomos to use her size to her advantage, the mercenaries unsure how to fight her. So they were being cautious, surrounding her and pulling back as soon as she counter attacked. A few times a Minotaur almost got close enough to strike but each time she would do something unexpected, like kicking them back. They were just not used to a foe having the size and strength to do such things.

“I will have to take care of the giantess,” the leader mumbled, tightening his grip on his weapon. But before he could take a step towards her the giantess suddenly came to stop, stumbling back and lowering her weapon.

The Minotaurs surrounding her muttered and raised their weapons, wondering if this was some kind of feint.

“Big…” she called out.

What is this? the leader thought, furrowing his brow. Her voice did not sound right. The ferocity she had displayed only moments ago was gone and the one word was uttered as if her intelligence was no longer that of a fully sentient being, but more like that of a subhuman Troll.

Zomos dropped her sword, raising the hand that had held it and pointing at the dick of the Minotaur directly in front of her. “Big… cocks!” she said, struggling to speak the two simple words.

The mercenaries backed away, even more confused. They looked to their leader as he strode forward, moving around the giantess so he could see her face. Her eyes had a glassy, distant look in them and her mouth hung stupidly open, drool already running out the side as she stared at the manhood of one of his troops.

“Gods be praised,” the leader boomed then began laughing. He looked to his men, smiling. “I’ve seen this curse before. This titan of a woman, one big enough and fierce enough that she may very well have slain us all, has been completely stupefied by the very sight of our mighty Minotaur dicks! We’ve no more to fear from her then we do the little fat uddered Nemorvians.”

His men murmured, still uncertain.

“You doubt me?” he boomed. “Haven’t you all learned never to doubt me? See, our weapons are no longer needed,” he declared, throwing his weapon to the ground. He then confidently walked up to the giantess, reaching up and ripping the front of her clothing open. Her gigantic breasts, their true size compressed and hidden by how tightly wrapped around her torso her clothing had been, came spilling out into the open causing his men to gasp in joy.

The Minotaurs began to mumble eagerly, most dropping their weapons and reaching down to grab their cocks as they began to grow hard.

Zomos saw this, turning her head slowly from side to side. “So… Many… Cocks,” she muttered stupidly. “All so hard. Can’t… think. Too… much!” The towering giantess dropped to her knees while pressing in on her temples. As she hit the ground her massive, gigantic breasts bounced and nearly slammed into the leader of the Minotaurs.

He had to jump back lest they knock him to the ground. He turned, grinning at his troops. “I deliver to you this sexual feast. Mountainous tits the likes of which your mighty cocks have never seen. Come closer, wield them like the powerful weapons they are and see how this gigantic slut reacts.”

As the Minotaurs moved in around Zomos the leader backed away. They held their cocks up, huge hard rods of dark brown flesh covered in throbbing veins that seemed to transfix the bimbofied giantess. Her mouth hung open and she drooled on her huge breasts, moaning in desire as she looked from side to side as the Minotaurs drew closer.

“She could have cut you all in two,” the leader said loudly. “She had the size, strength and martial skill. But this dumb, cursed slut was undone by her cock-lust. Teach her a lesson she’ll never forget! Make sure she knows the moment she attacked us was the stupidest thing she ever did. Use your cocks to teach this giant slut a lesson!

Most of the Minotaurs pressed in around Zomos. They waved their huge cocks at her. Then, as they came closer, they began to slap her in the face with them. She gasped and winced and moaned as huge cock after huge cock slapped onto her face. Meaty, fleshy “swack” sounds echoed through the forest. They crowded closer, cock-slapping her face ever harder and laughing cruelly as they forced her down onto her back.

“So many big cocks,” she called out, simple-minded joy in her voice. “Big cocks give big cummy cum!” she yelled, happily giving in to the swarm of Minotaurs. They pressed her down and began taking turns fucking her. They used her mouth and cunt and asshole and most of all her gigantic breasts. There were enough Minotaurs that every one of her holes, both her hands, and each of her tits would not be without a cock for a very long time.

As the gangbang of the giantess began the leader of the Minotaurs turned from it, happy for his men but knowing he had a much better prize awaiting his cock. A couple of his men stood before the two Nemorvians, stroking their dicks in eager anticipation but not yet acting. They knew not to touch the women they had spent so long hunting down till their leader gave them permission.

He stared at them, smiling. It always amused him what happened to the members of the bovine species when they saw a cock. That initial locking up, and then near total obedience. “If only all women were like this,” he muttered. He stepped closer and spoke louder so the two helpless women could hear him. “On your feet, cows.”

Both Nemorvians jumped up, complying quickly. The surprised look that had been frozen on their faces started to melt away leaving their expressions blank. The leader inspected them, looking from one to the other. He drew close to Amitkoa, the way he stared at her breasts making it clear their larger size was what attracted him to her. “Such big udders,” he said to her, confirming this.

Amitkoa winced, her face coming to life. She had been staring at the leader’s cock, which had grown hard as he stared at her. It was menacingly large, the biggest of all the Minotaur mercenaries. She managed to pull her eyes away from the beastly man’s huge manhood for just a moment, looking up at his face with an angry look of defiance. “D-don’t touch me,” she said, her voice shaking. From the way her muscles twitched it was clear she was trying to back away, but her body refused to do what she wanted it to do.

The Minotaur laughed. “I’m impressed, little cow. But we both know your racial weakness will ensure that you’ll be my happy little fuck-toy for as long as my cock is in sight.” He took a step closer, grabbing her clothes and starting to tear it off. He nodded to one of the other Minotaurs standing beside him and the large man stepped up and started ripping the clothing off of Kilne too.

Amitkoa’s breasts dropped into sight as her clothing was ripped away. “What a lovely pair of ripe fruits just begging to be picked,” the leader said, grabbing her large breasts in his big hands. Amitkoa moaned slightly as he grabbed her then moaned louder as he lifted her tits up and groped them. “They will be a most enjoyable treat.”

“I’ve toiled long and hard tracking you down and I’m going to have a lot of fun with these udders before I bring you back to that Elf king. And we both know I’ll be able to enjoy your cock-hardening cow tits for as long as I want thanks to the precious milk they are filled with.” He squeezed one of her tits painfully hard as he said this, making a bit of milk squirt out. “To get to use a Nemorvian without paying the small fortune it normally costs, and for as long as I wish, well, that’s not something that happens often. And I plan on to do far more than just groping these fat udders of yours.”

He put his hands on her shoulders and pressed her down onto her knees, leaving her overlarge breasts level with his huge Minotaur cock. Her eyes locked onto it and she shuddered then started to lean forward as if drawn to it, her mouth slowly opening as she drew near.

“The cock lust has already overtaken you completely,” he observed, grabbing his manhood and lifting it up. It looked even bigger held next to her face. He started to rub his cockhead on her face, letting her open her mouth and lick at it as he dragged it from side to side. His shaft was so thick that fitting it into her mouth would be nearly impossible but that didn’t stop her from trying. Amitkoa desperately followed his cock as he moved it back and forth, licking at it and trying to open her mouth wide enough to suck in his cockhead.

“I could make it fit,” he told her with a chuckle. “And maybe I will later, but it’s these tits of yours that I want first.” He dragged his cock down her face, letting it fall off her chin and slap down into her cleavage. “These udders and the milk in them are worth a fortune. They are what make you dumb bovine sluts special, the reason you are so prized. To be able to do with them as one pleases is a great honor and to give them to a man and let him not drink from them but simply use them to sexually pleasure himself is the greatest act of submission for your kind, isn’t that right?”

Amitkoa was already grabbing her breasts and pressing them up around his cock, moving closer to better wrap them around his girthy shaft. “Yesssss,” she cooed, leaning down and salivating on his cockhead for lubrication. “I submit totally to you and your mighty cock,” she moaned, starting to rub her breasts up and down his shaft. She shivered, pleasured by using her sensitive breasts this way. “I need to pleasure this cock…” she muttered. “It’s my temporary god, my reason for existing. I am lost in my cock lust.”

She leaned down as she started bouncing her breasts, giving his huge cock the best tit job she could. Amitkoa licked at his swollen cockhead, sucking on its dark flesh and moaning as she did. Occasionally she’d looked up at him, her eyes glazed over in a haze of pleasured sexual obedience, her tongue hanging out like she was a mindless animal.

One of the Minotaurs standing nearby came forward, holding his cock. “I can’t wait any longer,” he grunted.

The leader looked at him and nodded. “You’ll fit in the slut’s mouth. Go ahead, but her tits are just for me.” He looked to the other Minotaur and nodded to Kilne. “Do as you wish with her.” He turned back, grabbing Amitkoa’s breasts and grabbing them tight to press them around his cock exactly as he liked best. She was no longer giving him a titjob, he was titfucking her. And as he did so the other Minotaur forced his cock into her mouth and started fucking her face.

None of the beings engaged in the orgy took notice of a strange wind that began to blow through the camp at that moment. It carried with it a nearly unseen power, only visible by a few fleeting flickers of red magical energy. As it blew through the forest towards the Minotaur’s camp it washed away the protective magic that radiated out from Queen Faeven’s secret encampment.

It lightly blew into the Minotaur’s camp, first blowing and swirling around the leader of the Minotaurs as if drawn to him. It flowed through him, causing him to inhale deeply and flex, his body suddenly feeling refreshed. The wind of power then tried to flow into Amitkoa but it was unable to touch her. It flowed around her a few times then moved on, gusting past and through some of the other Minotaurs till it reached Kilne.

At first it flowed around her as well, seemingly unable to touch her either. The Minotaur who had been given permission to fuck her suddenly pressed her to the ground on her back and sat on her chest, eagerly slapping his cock down between her large breasts. She gasped and tensed from the feeling of the large beastly man sitting on her and at that moment the wind of power was able to flow into her.

She inhaled the wind and a flicker of red appeared in the irises of her eyes for a moment. When she breathed out the magic flowed out of her body and moved on, but it had left much of its essence inside of her.  She had been tense as the Minotaur had mounted her chest but now her body was relaxed and a calm, a blissful smile spread across her full lips. She looked up at the Minotaur, intense lustful obedience in her eyes. She grabbed her breasts and happily wrapped them around the man’s cock.

The Minotaur grinned down at her, spitting on his cock just as her breasts were pressed around them. He braced his hands in the dirt beside her head and started humping her chest with wild animal abandon, slamming his body into the bottom of her tits and grunting happily.

Kilne grinned up at the man savagely fucking her tits. She helped her breasts tightly around his thrusting cock, leaning her head up and sucking on his cockhead as it popped out of her cleavage to keep it well lubricated. She glowed in joy form the savage tit-pounding, smiling up madly at the man using her.

“Why did I ever want to be free of a man’s control?” she asked herself. The Minotaur didn’t hear her; he was too focused on the pleasure of fucking the young Nemorvian’s large, full breasts. “Life is better this way, giving into my race’s nature. So simple, so easy, and it makes me so happy. I’m so happy to be used by a man’s cock, but I want more!”

She spread her legs open invitingly. One of the Minotaurs standing nearby waiting for a turn at the giantess sniffed the air as the fragrant aroma of her arousal wafted towards him. He turned and saw her legs open and wasted no time in accepting the invitation. He knelt down between his legs, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against her pussy to wet his tip. Kilne Moaned and wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him closer.

As soon as his thick cock started to enter her she began to cum. Her eyes crossed and rolled up slightly into her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she shuddered with pleasure as the orgasm washed over her. It was a strong, but short, orgasm that only served to whet her sexual appetite and left her eager for more.

The two Minotaurs were pounding her, one slamming into her tits one into her cunt. She barked out “yes, yes, yes,” as each man slammed into her body. “Use me,” she moaned deeply. “Fuck me harder,” she begged. “I’m a fuck-toy, I was made to be used this way!”

The Minotaur fucking her tits finally heard the words she was saying. Looking down and seeing the pure, unmistakable joy on her face and hearing her beg for it pushed him over the edge. He slammed into her tits one last time, grunting as he came. There was an explosion of thick cum that shot out and splattered across half her face.

“CUM! Glorious cum,” she shouted, turning her head slightly to cause what had landed near her mouth to drip into it so she could taste it.

As she licked up as much cum as she could the Minotaur that had just gotten off rose up off her chest, momentarily sated and stepping away. The one fucking her pussy grabbed her legs as soon as the other was gone, pressing them up towards her head and pressing them down under him so that her legs framed her torso. This allowed him to lean over her, slamming harder into her cunt as he pressed his muscular chest into her large, thick breasts. He grunted, fucking her harder and watching how happy she looked.

Even though her bare back was being slammed painfully into the forest floor every time the huge man thrust into her she didn’t care. All she cared about was how happy being fucked made her. How happy COCK make her.

“Happy for cock,” she muttered, sounding like she was responding to some voice only she could hear. She panted with joy and nodded. “Yes, I accept you. I accept your changes.” As she spoke the red returned to her irises. “I’m happy for cock, the bigger the better. Thank you for making it so these Minotaurs could meet and tame me!”

When the red faded a moment later she blinked, confused for a moment. Then she wrapped her arms and legs around the Minotaur on top of her and pulled him in closer. “Deeper,” she moaned up at him. “Your cock, so big. Slamming so deep into me. Filling me completely! There is no joy greater than submitting to cock!”

The Minotaur slid his hands down her legs to grab her plump ass. “Need more of this ass,” he grunted. He pulled out of her but before she could start to pout he grabbed her with his strong arms and flipped her over on all fours, grabbing her backend and pulling it up as he slid back into her cunt. He grabbed her large, plump ass cheeks as he started pounding her again, occasionally lifting a hand up to slap a cheek.

Another Minotaur peeled off from the crowd waiting to fuck Zomos and quickly knelt in the dirt before her, slapping its large dark-skinned cock on her face. Kilne needed no instructions. She instantly braced herself with one hand and grabbed his thick, meaty cock with her other. She started licking and sucking on his balls, stroking his shaft as she did. She worked his cock, licking and sucking and jerking it off as if it were her god and she was worshiping it.

She worked it with such vigorous skill that in only a short time the Minotaur came, unloading more cum on her pretty young face. At nearly the same time the one fucking her from behind grunted and filled her insides with his own potent Minotaur seed.

The two pulled away from her at the same time the one using Amitkoa’s mouth had just finished cumming. A few Minotaurs still waiting their turn with Zomos looked over eagerly but the leader shook his head. “I want them both to myself now,” he growled at his men, waving for Kilne to come to him. She quickly got to her feet, raising a hand to gather as much cum from her face with her fingers then sucking them clean.

“Both of you, on your knees before me. Face each other and press your udders together.” The two Nemorvian’s did so, Kilne with eager joy and Amitkoa with jerky hesitation as she tried, and failed, to fight the order. Once they had their breasts pressed together the lead Minotaur knelt, grabbing his cock and pressing it under their breasts as he leaned into their bodies, then pressing it up in between both their breasts. With his cock in place he wrapped his powerful arms around the two women, telling them to start titfucking him at the same time.

Kilne giggled happily. “A double tittyfuck!”

They bounced their tits, both leaning forward and letting a large amount of drool fall out of their mouths to help lubricate things. They then looked up at him as they kept bouncing their tits, Kilne smiling happily and Amitkoa glaring.

“A double titjob from two Nemorvians must be a rare thing,” the Minotaur said, then grunted in pleasure, leaning his head back for a moment and closing his eyes to focus on the feel of both their huge breasts pressed around his large cock. After reveling in the feel for a few moments he lifted his head back up and looked down at them. “With as rare as your race is and as spread out as they are I bet few have ever experienced this. Even the largest, richest brothels rarely employ more than one Nemorvian. Tell me, how do you feel about it?”

Kilne answered first. “This is pure bliss. To give in completely to such a large, mighty cock!”

Amitkoa didn’t answer, she simply glared, sweating as she fought against the compulsion to give in as her Nemorvian sister had.

“Your older friend is not so eager to please,” the Minotaur said, chuckling. “But she will give in. It’s your kind’s nature to submit to men such as me. Perhaps you can help her enjoy this more?”

Kilne smiled up at him then turned to face Amitkoa. She leaned across their breasts as they both kept bouncing them up and down the cock between them. Amitkoa started to pull away from Kilne as her lips approached hers, but the Minotaur grabbed the back of her head and pressed her into her friend.

As soon as the two women’s lips touched Amitkoa’s resolve melted away. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, leaning into Kilne. Their tongues darted into each other’s mouths and they started kissing passionately. As they did so the Minotaur grunted in pleasure, his cock exploding with a fountain of cum that blasted up into the bottom of the kissing women’s chins, splashing back down and soaking their breasts.

The leader let out a long, satisfied sigh as he let go of the two Nemorvians. His massive cock began to soften between their cum soaked breasts and they pulled apart, letting it flop down between his legs. He still stood close to them and looked down. “I’m far from done,” he told them, his voice weak from post-orgasmic calm. “Remember, little cows, one only has to drink some of the milk from your teats and they will be more than good to go again.”

Both Nemorvians moved to stand up, grabbing their breasts and starting to lift them up, but the Minotaur waved for them to remain on their knees. “Soon. First I want to savor this moment. But my cock is a cum covered mess. Use your mouths to clean every inch of it. Who knows, maybe you’ll do a good enough that you’ll get me hard and I won’t even need your milk!” He chuckled at his own wit as they pressed their faces together around his cock, Kilne eagerly licking his large hairy balls clean while Amitkoa begrudgingly worked to lick his shaft and cockhead clean.

He stroked their hair and horns as they cleaned his manhood, talking calmly to them. “They say that a Nemorvian always gives birth to other female Nemorvians. Always. I bet many find it strange for a race like yours to exist, made up only of women. But not us Minotaurs. Our race is much the same, any woman we impregnate will always give birth to a full-blooded male Minotaur. There ARE no female Minotaurs.”

Continuing to stroke their hair and horns he paused, letting them think on his statements and see if they connected the two facts the way he had. “So what would happen if a Minotaur got a Nemorvian pregnant?” He let the question hang in the air for a moment as they continued to clean his cock with their mouths.

He looked down at them, an evil grin tugging at the edges of his mouth. “Perhaps before we deliver you to the Elven king we shall fuck you both over and over till our Minotaur seed takes. They say impregnating one of your kind is hard, just another reason you make such great whores. But if we try long enough it’s sure to happen.

“Yes,” he said, nodding, “that’s what we will do. Stay here in these woods fucking till our cocks fall off. With your milk we’ll not even need rest! And the giantess can keep most of the men busy while others take turns with you two. We’ll find out the truth, we’ll impregnate you both.”

Kilne licked and sucked at his balls. The cum was all gone but she was eager to keep going. Between sucks and slurps she looked up and moaned, “Yes! Keep fucking us. Impregnate us!”

Amitkoa pulled away, her job done. She forced herself to look away from the Minotaur’s dick, something much easier now that it was soft. Her face was full of apprehension and fear but as she looked off into the forest something caught her eye, something back behind the Minotaur. She looked up at him, the fear suddenly was gone from her face. “I think not,” she told him defiantly.

A moment later an arrow infused with glowing blue magic burst through the Minotaur leader’s head, coming out of his right eye socket and showering the two Nemorvian’s with blood.

The next few minutes were a blur of violence as a large band of Fey warriors attacked the Minotaurs. Half of the mercenaries were lazing about it post-orgasmic hazes while the rest were still gangbanging Zomos. The first barrage of magical arrows pierced many, slaying a large number of the beastly men before they even knew they were under attack. A moment later the Fey warriors had charged and flown into the camp, decapitating and severing limbs with a ferocity that led to the battle ending within minutes.

Kilne was on her knees, splattered with blood and shaking as she looked at the dead Minotaur before her. She seemed to be in shock and was unable to move. Amitkoa, however, was on her feet and had already fashioned some simple clothing to cover her naked body, using the supplies in the camp around them.

Most of the Fey warriors were busy ensuring all the Minotaurs were dead, but they looked hesitant to take much more time with the task. A Fey Warrior wielding a bow and quiver of glowing arrows fluttered down next to Amitkoa.

The dainty woman’s face was grave as she nodded at the Nemorvian. “We are glad to have saved you from these brutish beasts. You may not feel it but they were all infused with The Corruption. I can taste it in the air, it lingers about them even in death. I’d tell you we need to be away from here even if there weren’t urgent matters requiring us all to move quickly.”

Amitkoa furrowed her brow, bending down to grab an axe small enough for her to wield. “What urgent matter?”

“We were patrol looking for these perverse monsters. We had just found them and were about to attack when we noticed they had captives. We held back, making sure we knew how many innocents were in the camp. During that time Queen Faeven sent a quick message to our minds, a dangerous act that required her to let down the protective wards around the army’s camp for a moment. They are under attack. We know not by who or what, but the queen gave the impression that all are in danger and every sword and bow is needed. We HAD to save you three, but I fear doing so will mean we all reach the queen long after we are needed.”

As she said the last part she looked at Amitkoa with a hint of bitterness. Amitkoa’s cheeks flushed and she looked away in shame. “Well then, we better make saving us worth the time. We will fight for your queen,” she said, looking up with fierce determination on her face.

“Both of you?” the Fey woman asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at Kilne.

Doubt crossed Amitkoa’s face but she pressed it down, trying not to remember how Kilne had been acting. “We WILL,” she declared with false confidence. “And Zomos will more than make up for what we lack.”

But even as she said it she looked over at the giantess and was unsure. She still lay on the ground, Fey around her trying to raise her. Amitkoa could see that the huge woman was covered in cum and that it was leaking out of nearly every hole.

The Fey looked where she was looking then looked back to Amitkoa. “We must take a moment,” she said, looking pained. “Queen Faeven needs us, but before we can help we need to get you three on your feet and in a condition to fight. It may cause us to be late to the battle, but maybe we’ll still manage to arrive in time to help.”

 

 

 

Chapter Fourteen: Discoveries and Plans

 

Jennenes leaned back in the cushioned, throne-like chair he had a servant bring into his chambers. He had known the experiment he wanted to try would take time and he wanted to spend that time in kingly comfort.

His legs were spread open, a Human whore kneeling before the throne bent over with her head in his lap as she gave him vigorous head. He watched the woman’s head bob up down, enjoyed the feel of her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. He was nearing climax again and she could tell. How could she not? She’d been sucking him off for half the day now, she probably knew the feel of his cock in her mouth better than any she’d ever known before.

A moment later Jennenes groaned, his legs tightening around her body as he began cum. She didn’t pull away, she knew he wanted to cum in her mouth. And she also knew that he wanted her to swallow every single drop of cum he shot into her.

Once she’d swallowed she pulled away, letting his cock fall from her mouth. It was already going soft but he knew that it wouldn’t be that way for long. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers and a moment later Fuck-Meat was standing beside him, leaning over and lifting one of her large breasts to his face. He turned, latching onto her nipple and starting to suck. As her delicious milked flowed into his mouth and then down his throat as he swallowed he felt refreshed, any tiredness in his body washed away as his dick become almost painfully hard.

He pushed Fuck-Meat and her tit away, smacking his lips and savoring the last bit of milk on them before turning and looking at the whore kneeling between his legs. “Again,” he commanded.

She looked up at him and for a moment the king thought the whore was going to tell him she couldn’t. She looked tired, which wasn’t much of a surprise since she’d been giving him nearly non-stop head for half the day! The Nemorvian-like milk he’d been drinking left him feeling fully refreshed after every climax but she’d had no time to rest during the experiment.

“I can’t,” she finally muttered. She held her stomach, looking up at the king. “I need a break, your Majesty. I beg you, let one of the other prostitutes take over for a while. I’m tired and my stomach,” she said, nodding down, “it’s so full it hurts. I don’t think I can swallow any more of your cum.”

“That’s ridiculous, of course you can swallow more cum,” he said, annoyed. “Now stop your pathetic whining and get back to work.”

There was no fight in the woman. She’d made her protest and knew to push the matter further would only lead to angering the king more than she already had. So she started to lean back down to begin sucking his cock again. But as she did so she gagged, turning from the king and bending over as if sick. She began to vomit, coughing up a whole stomach’s worth of cum and nothing else.

Jennenes was disgusted as she began to throw up, prepared to lash out and punish the woman for ruining his mood. Then he saw what she vomited onto the floor, saw the huge pool of regurgitated cum.

“That all came out of me,” he muttered, amazed. He had never imagined he could ejaculate so much cum in one sitting. He realized then that the test was complete. Fuck-Meat’s milk was just like that of a Nemorvian, perhaps even more potent.

He dismissed the whore, telling his majordomo to call for a maid to come clean the floor. Then, after putting a silk robe on and telling Fuck-Meat to remain in his bedchambers, he quickly headed to his nearby study. “My experiment is over,” he had told Fuck-Meat and his majordomo, “and now I need time to think.”

Jennenes had always known what Nemorvian milk did. But he had never really understood just how potent the stuff was. He’d tried it a few times, but only as a way to sample whores in the brothels of his city. He’d never used their milk to keep getting hard more than two or three times in a row, especially since he knew spells that could do nearly the same thing. He was certain most clients of the brothels would have had the money to try for more, meaning it was unlikely anyone else had discovered how potent the milk really was.

His mind raced, connecting facts. Things he knew but had never been connected before. He ran through all the wonders of Nemorvian milk, wondering just how much of the milk one of the women could produce in a day. He knew that the properties of the milk lingered only for a small amount of time out of their body before the fluid went “bad”. He realized there were enchantments that could keep the substance from going bad, enchantments that could even strengthen its effects.

I could bottle it, he thought. Selling such a potion could make me richer than my city full of brothels ever could. If I could produce enough of the stuff I could send it to every corner of Alaria. But why hasn’t anyone else ever tried something like this?

He didn’t have to ponder the question for very long to realize the answer. Nemorvians were rare. Although most lived the life of a whore he knew there were few cities with more than a handful of brothels in them. And even if someone else had thought to bottle a Nemorvian’s milk it would have made them less money than simply using the woman as a whore. One woman could only produce so much milk, after all.

But Jennenes had access to more than one Nemorvian. There were plenty in the brothels of his city. If he gathered them all together…

He grabbed some parchment and dipped a quill into an inkwell then began to write down his ideas. He listed enchantments he knew, the ones he’d used on Fuck-Meat to turn her into a faux-Nemorvian. Those same enchantments, if used on actual Nemorvians, would almost certainly increase their output of milk. Before long he was sketching devices that could be easily crafted, frames Nemorvian’s could be harnessed in and simple mechanical devices that could be attached to their breasts that would allow them to be milked constantly.

Once he was done writing out all of his plans he summoned his majordomo. “Take these plans and have these devices created as fast as can be done, today if possible. As soon as the first one is finished let me know, we’ll need to test it out right away. Once the smiths and crafters are working on creating these machines I then want you to go and purchase every single Nemorvian in the city.”

The majordomo balked. “But Sire, the cost! Few of the brothel owners will be willing to part with their precious Nemorvians for anything less than a fortune.”

“Then pay them a fortune,” the king barked.

Again, the man protested. “But that would nearly bankrupt the treasury!”

Jennenes smirked. “Perhaps, but we’ll get that coin back and more in almost no time.”

 

 

 

Chapter Fifteen: Perverse Forces Gather

 

Something immensely powerful moved through the world, heading quickly towards Queen Faeven’s secret encampment. The Corruption swirled around the force, emanating from it. But as it approached the powerful magic of Queen Faeven, the wards and protections she had around her camp, stopped the force from coming too close.

The camp shook and everyone in it felt the energy of the protective magic surrounding them quiver and almost falter. Only Queen Faeven knew what had happened, and she didn’t tell the others lest fear overtake them.

A god had come for her and her magic had repelled it, but only slightly.

Azel, the god of cock, did not retreat far but he did do something he rarely did: he summoned much of the power he gained from those who were faithful to him and started to take physical form. Red energy sparked angrily and swirled in the forest on the other side of the lake near Queen Faeven’s camp. Slowly the form of a huge, tower man started to take shape, a naked man with a HUGE cock.

As Azel’s form solidified and became flesh and blood his body became clear. He was huge and imposing, nearly ten feet tall and massively muscled. His body was naked and male in every way. It had red skin with glowing fissures of brighter red running through it that radiated smoking red energy, as if the power of the god could barely be contained in a flesh and blood body. Any mortal that looked upon Azel would barely be aware of his face, most eyes would only see his huge cock. It was oppressively large and had a hypnotic miasma that surrounded it that would leave any nearby mortal feeling the need to either worship and please it if they were a woman or envy its owner and beg to serve him if they were a man.

But there were no mortals near enough to see the towering god. And those on the other side of the lake were protected from his power by the enchantments keeping the Fey queen, and her troops, safe. He’d need more power to break through and get to the queen, for she was all he cared about at that moment.

He flexed his massive muscles and raised his arms, pulling The Corruption to him.

Normally a god had only their own power to call upon, the power that they gained when mortals worshiped them. But Azel was one of the gods that had given themselves completely to The Corruption. He worked with the others of his kind to help spread the influence of the perverse power through Alaria, and in thanks that power was willing to be used by ones like him.

The region of the world he stood manifest in was soaked in the energy thanks to the perverse Elven king ruling Iphasea and the brothels in his capital city. The Dwarven strongholds to the north and their new king had also begun to give themselves over to the influence of The Corruption, spreading its power even further. And the Humans that lived on the other side of the great forest worshiped many of the Gods given over to the perverse force. Only the forest itself, thanks to Queen Faeven, was mostly free of The Corruption.

That changed as Azel called The Corruption to himself.

In every direction The Corruption that had leached into the world started to send its power out towards him. A gust of magical wind started flowing towards Azel, carrying the power of The Corruption with it. It flowed through the world, leaching up more energy while occasionally blowing through individuals and leaving the taint of The Corruption inside of them. As the winds drew ever nearer to Azel they weakened the protective magic Queen Faeven had put around her camp.

Winds of magic infused with concentrated power of The Corruption from all directions reached Azel at the same time. He inhaled their power, the glowing red cracks in his skin burning brighter. His eyes burned with intense red power and for a moment it seemed his flesh and blood body would not be able to contain so much power.

Azel knew the body he had created would not be able to hold so much power inside of it for very long. As it strained at his insides he stepped through the forest and underbrush that had hidden him from those in the Fey queen’s camp till he stood on the shore directly across from the camp.

He could see one of the Nemorvian’s that had been causing so much trouble kneeling at the water’s edge, washing her face. She saw the god approach, looking up getting to her feet.

Azel stared at her, annoyed he couldn’t connect with her mind and bend her to his will. The protective magic the Fey queen had around her camp was like a bubble his power couldn’t penetrate.

It was only a brief moment before the god knew how he’d beat their defenses. The wards, even weakened, would keep him or any sentient beings serving him out. But the defenses had flaws. Something with little or no intelligence should be able to penetrate the shield. And if something infused with HIS power, that of cock, were to touch the Queen her power would fail completely allowing him to reach her.

Still staring at the Nemorvian, the power inside of him barely contained and about to rip his temporary body apart, Azel began to raise his hands. He let the power he’d gathered inside of his body mix with his own divine powers as the god of cock. He pushed it out of himself, down into the ground create servants simple-minded enough to hopefully get past the protective field around the camp and cock-like enough so if one reached the queen it would cause her power to falter.

The ground around Azel’s feet sparked with magical red energy that a moment later burst into flames that reached up to his knees. The flames quickly died out, but as they receded into the ground they revealed the servants he had created. They were a swarming mass of tentacled creatures. They had no eyes, no mouths, just a length of fleshy body that was tipped with a cock-head.

Azel lowered his arms. “Go,” he said. “Attack the camp. Attack every woman in it and then attack the queen.” The things slithered away from Azel, into the lake and moving swimming towards the camp.

 

* * *

 

The room Jennenes stood in was large, big enough to hold all the Nemorvians in the city and then some. His majordomo was still out negotiating the purchase of those in the city, so for now all the king had was Fuck-Meat. He was fine with that, as his smiths and crafters had only built one of the milking machines so far.

Fuck-Meat had only recently been strapped in the device and he was now inspecting it. A frame of metal bars kept Fuck-Meat on her knees, bent forward with her huge teats dangling down like a real cow’s udders. Leather straps keep her tied securely to the frame, ensuring she was unable to move. He knew that would be important, suspecting most of the Nemorvians he was purchasing would be less than enthusiastic to be hooked into these machines.

Strange devices were attached to Fuck-Meat’s nipples, amazing inventions powered by small, strange Dwarven machines. They constantly sucked at Fuck-Meat’s nipples, ensuring a steady stream of precious milk came shooting out. The milk then ran down a tube, emptied into a small cask normally used for holding fine wine. The machine could milk a woman’s tits round the clock, the only real limitation was how much milk a woman could produce in a single day.

Jennenes knew Fuck-Meat’s teats would dry up after a few hours of milking. But if she was like a real Nemorvian, which seemed to be true, he knew a way to keep her body producing enough milk to be pumped all day. Few knew it, but the more a Nemorvian was fucked the more milk she produced.

He’d planned for this. The milking machines left the women installed in them bent over in the perfect position to be fucked from behind. The men who would be manning the devices, ensuring they kept working and changing out milk filled casks with empty ones, would also need to be fucking the women installed in the machines as well. And should the men need a refresher they need only take a sip of the milk they would be helping drain from the Nemorvian’s teats!

He slapped Fuck-Meat’s backside. She mooed, the sound making it clear she was enjoying being milked by the machine. But there was more in the moo. There was carnal longing as well. She wanted to be fucked while she was being milked.

“Don’t worry, someone will be along to fuck you soon,” he told her. “And before long you’ll have plenty of company beside you. Before long I’ll have all the Nemorvian cows in my city being milked and fucked every hour of the day! Every one of them shall be precious. The more Nemorvian cows I have richer I’ll become, and that wealth will be able to buy me anything I desire!”

He stopped, realizing something. “The Nemorvian bandits! Three more for the machines, and I bet their fierce defiance will make their milk taste even sweeter. I must have ravens sent to the Minotaur mercenaries to find out how their hunt goes!”

 

 

 

Chapter Sixteen: The Battle for Queen Faeven

 

Novaoa knelt by the edge of the lake, leaning over and splashing some water up onto her face. Whatever had shaken the camp had left her jumpy and nervous and the cool water was helping soothe her nerves. As she sat up something moving on the other side of the lake caught her eye. It pushed its way out of the forest to stand on the shore. Even from across the water she could feel the power radiating off the being, yet that power seemed dulled as if passing through some unseen wall.

The thing was a massive man, its red skin covered in cracks filled with burning red magical energy. Her eyes were drawn to the man’s huge cock and only after staring for a moment did she realize looking at it had not triggered the normal subservient state of mind her racial weakness caused. She did feel the weakness trying to assert itself, but it was being suppressed by the memory of the smell and taste of Queen Faeven’s pussy.

Novaoa whispered a quick thanks to Queen Faeven, planning to get to her feet and run to tell the queen about the appearance of the strange, intimidating being across the small lake. But before she could he started to raise his arms. Fire erupted at his feet, quickly receding and leaving behind a swarming mass of what looked to be some kind of large snakes.

They immediately started slithering out into the lake towards the camp. Novaoa got to her feet, drawing the magical sword she’d recently been given. “We’re under attack,” she called out, watching as the snakes quickly swam across the water.

Behind her she heard the queen’s army clamoring as they prepared for the attack. There was confidence at first then one of the small Fey women landed at Novaoa’s side and saw the figure on the other side of the water. “It’s Azel!” she screamed in terror, turning and leaping into the air to fly away. Novaoa turned and saw the woman fly towards the queen’s throne, where other warriors were gathering to protect the queen.

Meanwhile, many of the troops around her were proclaiming in fear. “The cock god has come to destroy us!” many called out. Novaoa didn’t believe it at first. A god manifesting in the flesh? That was a thing that happened in legends or to great heroes.

The snakes swam ever closer. About ten feet before they reached the shore Novaoa stood on the things slammed into some kind of invisible wall. The little beasts gathered up, trying to press pass the point, sparking red energy radiating off their bodies. At the same time flowing blue magical energy appeared before them, making the invisible field protecting the camp momentarily visible.

It was only then, with the creatures close but held at bay, that Novaoa got a clear look at them. She gasped, realizing they were NOT snakes. They each looked like a cock-tipped tentacle, their body looking more disturbingly like a prehensile huge cock-shaft.

“Minor Cock-Elementals,” a nearby Fey warrior called out, shaking with fear.

Novaoa turned to her. “But they can’t get to us, right? The Queen’s magic is holding them back.”

“For now,” the woman said nervously. “But that’s Azel! Even Queen Faeven can’t stand against a god for long. And half of our forces are out in the woods patrolling, with half our strength away from the encampment we’re incredibly vulnerable.”

“Can’t the queen call them back?” Novaoa asked, looking towards the throne the powerful woman sat on.

One could see the throne from everywhere in the camp as it sat atop a small hill. She sat there, serene with the hulking Blade of the Queen beside her, ready to protect her queen. “Return to me,” the queen suddenly called out. “Come back, my warriors. We are attacked and need your aid!”

The words echoed around them. Novaoa felt them change, felt instinctively that they had become a magical message that would go out into the forest and find the warriors, no matter where they were. But for the message to leave the field protecting the camp would need to be opened for a moment.

The Minor Cock-Elementals were all pressed up against the field, trying to get past it. The moment the field was lowered for the message to get out was all most of them needed. The swarm of writhing cock-things came rushing at the camp, slithering and wiggling up onto the shore as the protective field re-sealed behind them.

Novaoa swore, backing up and beginning to slash at the things as they came rushing towards her. The magic blade cut through the slithering penis snakes as they came for her, but it seemed every one she cut was quickly replaced by two more.

Soon they began to grab her legs, wrapping around her like the tentacles of some vile beast. Only they didn’t try to pull her to the ground, instead they coiled around her legs, pulling themselves up her body. She screamed and thrashed, cutting and kicking them off her legs as fast as she could. But there was just too many, she was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to fend them off properly for much longer and she felt certain their goal was what lay between her legs.

Desperate and starting to panic, she turned to call for aid. What she saw happening in the camp behind her frightened her to the core. Everywhere the Fey queen’s troops were battling the penis tentacles. Female warriors screamed in terror as they tried to fight the things off. The sound of combat was everywhere. But it seemed, for the moment, that the vile creatures had yet managed to start fucking any of the warriors, for there was no doubt Novaoa’s mind that the creatures WOULD fuck them if allowed.

Queen Faeven still sat on her stone throne. The normally serene look she wore was gone, she sat sweating and concentrating on keeping the protective spells around the camp up. They were holding for the moment but if more of the perverse demons were able to get in that would change very quickly.

A ring of female warriors stood around the queen, atop the small hill her throne sat on. Fey archers fluttered in the air shooting magical arrows so quickly Novaoa could barely see them reach into the quivers hanging from their dainty waists before firing again. She saw for the first time some of the other warriors in the Queen’s army, Human women and a handful of Elves. They all seemed to be either mages or druids and were busy using magic to keep the slithering things away from the queen.

Leading them, standing close to the queen yet fighting the hardest, was The Blade of the Queen. The two huge weapons bound to her arms swung at the dirt, cutting swaths of the little perverse demons with such ease it made them seem as though they were made of half melted butter. She roared, sounding more beast than Human, as she led the defense of her queen.

The sight of so many warriors protecting Queen Faeven buoyed Novaoa’s moral, making her feel the fight wasn’t a hopeless one. She screamed out a call of defiance, slashing at the little fleshy monsters coming at her. Her instincts were to try and fight her way to the hill to join the others but the penis tentacles seemed to be driven by more than simple animal instinct. They appeared to be keeping the warriors spread through the camp away from the center mass of warriors protecting the queen. She tried as hard as she could to get closer to the queen but barely made any ground, cursing the god standing on the other side of the lake. Surely he was controlling the vile things.

A Fey warrior fluttered through the air near Novaoa, diving down to a nearby weapon cache to grab another quiver full of arrows. The lithe woman easily slung the strap of the quiver over her shoulder, holding it just right so it didn’t stop her wings from flapping. She quickly nocked an arrow and Novaoa saw it start to glow with blue magic a moment before she let it fly.

But just as the small Fey woman shot the arrow she twisted, looking down at her foot and screaming. Novaoa noticed it just as the woman did: one of the Minor Cock-Elementals had managed to spring up and wrap around her boot when she had swooped down to get the fresh quiver of arrows.

The thing quickly slithered up her leg before the woman could try and knock it off. Novaoa saw it thrust its head into the Fey woman’s small skirt. She had been screaming, but the scream turned to a moan of forced pleasure as the creature forced its way into her pussy. The Fey woman fell to the ground, her wings disappearing from sight as the cock-creature entered her.

As soon as she hit the ground a swarm of the things came at her, wrapping around her limps and neck. The one wrapped around her neck tried to push its cockhead into her mouth. She closed her mouth tight and tried to turn away, denying it entry. A moment later it tightened its body, closing around her neck and beginning to choke her. She had no choice but to open her mouth to gasp for air and that was all it needed to press into her. A moment later it was thrusting in and out of her mouth, making her choke and gag.

More of the things rubbed up against her small breasts. Novaoa could see that as they did this the ends of their “bodies” began to grow more rigid and hard, making them look even more cock-like. As they rubbed up against her nipples she could see them leaving a slimy trail of some precum-like substance.

Novaoa saw that the small monster that had brought the Fey warrior down was fucking her pussy, but before long it quivered, cumming inside of her. It pulled out, it’s formally rigid body now soft, the thing moving slow and sluggish. It was barely out of the woman before another of the beasts pressed into her now cum oozing pussy and started fucking her.

The Fey warrior went limp as if she’d given up. She stopped struggling and let the penis tentacles have their way with her, letting them use every one of her fuck-holes, letting them cum in and on her as they pleased.

Novaoa saw other warriors brought down, the little cock beasts quickly covering and beginning to fuck them. All around the camp the warriors like her who were on their own were being brought down one by one and fucked into submission. She looked to the hill the queen sat atop, hoping to see her defenders still fighting back the seemingly endless swarm of cock creatures.

A pretty, young Human mage in flowing robes caught her attention. Her hair was blue and the parts of her skin Novaoa could see, her arms and neck, were covered in glowing blue arcane tattoos. She had her arms raised out before her, her palms up towards the sky. Billowing waves of blue energy flowed from her hands, becoming a wind of magical power that flowed out before her, blasting down the hill. The wind glowed and pulsed with blue energy that took the shape of beautiful butterflies made of translucent magic. They fluttered fiercely through the blue wind, diving towards the Minor Cock Elementals before her, pressing them back away from the mage and knocking them down the hill.

It seemed that as long as she could keep casting the spell and the warriors beside her could keep any of the little perverse demons from sneaking up behind or beside her she’d be able to keep them back forever. The young woman smiled and looked to the druid beside her. “We’re battling the forces of The Corruption back! Our purity protects us, just like Queen Faeven said it would!”

She turned back to concentrate on her spell but the smile on her face faltered. She winced then her face twisted in effort. “No! It can’t be,” she yelled, sudden terror in her voice. Novaoa saw her stagger back, still casting the spell. She didn’t understand what was wrong.

Then she saw it, at the very edge of the wave of blue magic: parts of the cascading blue wind of magic was turning red! The glowing butterflies that neared the red areas faltered and faded from sight. The red began to spread, turning more and more of the blue energy red. It was like some force was corrupting the power of the spell!

Soon the mage was pushing back against her own spell, using what remained of the blue energy flowing from her hands to try and battle back the sparking red energy pushing up the hill towards her. And where the winds of magic were red the Minor Cock Elementals were no longer being pushed back. Instead, the red power lifted them up into the air. Soon it looked like a hoard of them was swimming through the air towards the blue haired mage and those beside her!

Before long her spell faltered completely and the writhing mass of penis tentacles reached her and the mages and druids beside her. The others managed to fend off the attack for the moment but the blue haired mage was brought down. The things wrapped around her limbs, pulling her to the ground and ripping her robes off. Soon her legs were pulled open and her pussy and asshole were being fucked. A large one pressed up through her small, perky breasts and forced its way into her mouth, its end growing rigid as it began to fuck her face. The ones fucking her quickly came, pulling out looking soft and slow and replaced almost instantly by other cock-tipped tentacles that fucked her hard.

Again, Novaoa saw the fight go out of the woman almost as soon as the first three fucking her came. Even from where she stood she could see the woman’s eyes rolled up into her head and saw her moaning in pleasure as more fucked and came in her.

It’s the cum, Novaoa thought, realizing what was happening. Something in these foul demons’ cum is subduing them all!

The realization was important but it had distracted her. The creatures she had been fighting against finally managed to wrap around her legs and pull her to the ground. She fell, the pain of the fall making her drop her sword. Almost at once one of the things had wrapped around the hilt and pulled it out of reach.

That was all they needed. Without a weapon Novaoa had almost no way to keep them at bay. They quickly tore her clothing off, leaving her naked on the ground and thrashing to try and keep the swarm of penis tentacles from getting into any of her holes. She grabbed one with each hand, intending to throw them as far away from herself as she could. But as soon as her hands were wrapped around them she felt their bodies grow rigid and discovered just how much like a cock they really felt.

For a moment her racial weakness started to assert itself. But the memory of Queen Faeven’s pussy, the taste and smell, washed through her mind and she shook it off. Still, the moment of weakness was more than the things needed. One pressed into her pussy, another pressing into her asshole as the first started thrusting in and out of her. She could feel that they were both leaking copious amounts of precum that lubricated their entry.

They came almost at once and as their demon seed blasted into her she felt it affect her instantly. She felt tired, weak, and the desire to keep fighting was suddenly dulled. She tried to press past it, rolling over and getting up on all fours to try and crawl away. But it was no good. Another cockheaded little demon thrust into her pussy. She fell to the ground, her huge breasts pressed into the dirt under her. The only thing she managed successfully was keeping any out of her mouth. Which was a very good thing, for looking around it seemed that the demon’s cum did more to subdue a woman when ingested through the mouth.

She kept trying to crawl, managing to make some progress even as the one in her pussy fucked her from behind. Have to get to the hill, have to get to where others are still fighting. The Blade of the Queen, surely she still fights, she thought, looking up at the hulking woman.

The warriors near her still stood, rallied around their general and protected by her. Only because The Blade still stood and fought did the protective ring around the queen hold.

Yet as Novaoa struggled to crawl towards the safety of that ring, keeping any of the cock things from pressing into her mouth even as they fucked her back end, she noticed something odd about the creatures before The Blade. There were so many piled up before her, swarming and trying to attack and fuck her! At first the Nemorvian thought it was just whatever intelligence controlled them attacking the largest threat. But then she noticed it: every one of the vile beasts she cut in two fell to the ground, quivering in pain. But a moment later they healed, each end growing back to its full length leaving two where there had been one!

Novaoa had felt like the things were doubling around her and knew then that she had been right. How can we hope to fight against such perverse foes? she thought, despair threatening to overtake her. What happened next crushed what little hope she still had left.

The massing swarm of cock tentacles before The Blade of the Queen began to spark with magical red energy. A moment later those near her all began to grow! They got longer, their thin tail ends digging into the dirt of the hill. They got fatter, thicker, all growing larger and larger. The Blade howled, cutting the growing shafts apart. But in mere moments after one of her blades sliced through them the severed end would grow a new cockhead and renew its attack as it continued to grow larger. Meanwhile, the severed part would dig into the ground then shoot out, growing larger and adding to the number trying to bring her down.

It didn’t take long for the hulking barbarian general to be overwhelmed. Huge, thick cock tentacles wrapped around her arms, pulling them out and down so she couldn’t fight. More wrapped around her neck, pulling her down to her knees as others started ripping her armor off.

Novaoa couldn’t help but gasp when the armor and clothing covering the woman’s breasts was ripped free. Her breasts had looked incredibly large, but her outfit had obviously done much to hide their true size, maybe even magically so. She knew tapping into the power that made a barbarian grow larger and stronger also made their breasts grow, but she had no idea they could grow THIS large. They were almost the same size of giantess’, each huge sagging tit larger than then Novaoa’s whole torso.

Cock Tentacles started wrapping around her gigantic breasts, squeezing and rubbing against their huge bulk and pressing them together so other cock beasts could thrust between them. The Blade howled and trashed about as others, large and thick, started pressing into her cunt and asshole. She screamed as they started fucking her and that only allowed one to enter her mouth. It muffled her screams as it fucked her throat.

The swarm surrounded her, pulling her down the hill away from the queen and her defenders even as they fucked her. They were already cumming in her, others quickly replacing those as the spent ones pulled away. Yet others rose up, their ends quivering and cumming on her without even touching her. They showered the hulking barbarian with cum as the swarm surrounded her so thickly that Novaoa could no longer see the fierce woman.

Novaoa still struggled to crawl towards the queen and the few women that still defended her, but all hope seemed lost. She looked up and realized the only reason the battle still continued was that none of the cock beasts had reached Queen Faeven yet! But she knew as soon as one did touch her it would be all over, as soon as any cock touched the queen her power would be gone!

 

* * *

 

Zomos was finally sitting up. Amitkoa watched as the Giantess used what cloth the Fey warriors had gathered from the camp around them to clean herself up as best she could. One of them pointed off in the distance, telling her that there was a stream nearby. Amitkoa followed after the huge woman as she went to clean herself.

“How… are you?” Amitkoa asked cautiously.

Zomos shrugged as she took huge, slow steps forward. “Shaken,” she finally said, her voice quiet and subdued. “But it’s nothing I haven’t suffered through before. At least my curse will be sated for quite some time. I’ll be free of its limitations for a while, but in time it will return as it always does.” There was bitterness in the woman’s deep voice, but defiance too. It was clear she was trying to push past what had happened and not let it conquer her.

“Well, at least you’ll have a clear head for the battle we’re about to head into,” Amitkoa said, gripping the axe in her hand.

Zomos started to nod then stopped, suddenly standing up as if hearing some far-off call. Looking around Amitkoa could see many of the Fey warriors looking about in the same manner. “What is it?” Amitkoa asked, desperate to know.

“The battle is decided,” a Fey warrior said, fluttering above the two women.

Zomos nodded. “I heard the queen’s voice too. The battle is lost… We’re not to try and come save her, we’ll never reach her in time.”

“What? But… what shall we do?” Amitkoa tried to keep the panic she felt out of her voice. A moment later she was overwhelmed with guilt: if these warriors hadn’t stopped to help her and her friends…

The little Fey woman landed beside Amitkoa, a grave look on her pretty face. “We are to head east and attempt to leave the forest as soon as possible. Once her power fails it won’t be safe for us in the forest. The threats you’ve faced on your journey here are nothing compared to what will be found within these woods without Queen Faeven’s power to keep worse evil and perversion at bay.”

The thought dismayed Amitkoa. Worse then what they had already faced? She didn’t want to linger on the thought. “Why east?” she asked, hoping the answer would give her some sliver of hope.

“West leads into the perverse Elven king’s lands which are already soaked to the core with The Corruption. To the north is the Shadow Mountains, where The Corruption is in the process of taking root. To the east on the other side of this great forest are lands populated by mostly Humans, and although agents of The Corruption are everywhere there are still many pure of heart to resist its influence. And there are many roads to distant lands that run through those towns and cities, from there we’ll be able to head somewhere truly safe.”

“Do not fret, little Nemorvian,” Zomos said, stepping into the stream to quickly wash. “We live to fight another day. This is how The Corruption fights. Not with death but with… what we just lived through. We must go, get to safety, and continue the fight even without Queen Faeven to aid, protect, and lead us.”

Amitkoa bit her lip. “I don’t know if Kilne can travel yet. She is still where we left here, unmoving and not speaking.”

Zomos looked back towards the dead Minotaur’s camp. “I will finish washing and find something to serve as clothing and then I shall carry here if need be. She’ll recover in time, but for not we must move with haste…”

 

 

 

Chapter Seventeen: The God of the Great Forest Arises

 

All hope was lost, Queen Faeven was finally certain of that inescapable truth. She used her connection with those loyal to her to send a message to the band of troops out in the forest, telling them the battle was over and advising them on where to flee. She hoped that together they’d have the strength to reach the forest’s edge and escape to continue the fight against The Corruption. Hopefully, its forces would care only about her fate and they’d slip away unnoticed.

She stood, looking as regal as she could and prepared for her fate. With all of her defenders subdued she knew the Minor Cock Elementals would hold back from attacking her. She was defeated, there was no need to take her powers quickly. Azel would want to do it himself. She could already see it in her mind, see the vile god’s towering form coming towards her, see him making her kneel and submit to his indecently sized manhood. Would he make her kiss it first? Force her to touch it and thus depower herself?

The myriad ways the god of cock could destroy her power flashed through Queen Faeven’s head. She closed her eyes, trying to fight the flow of disturbing mental images while ignoring the world around her. She’d face her doom the way she’d faced every challenge: with calm stoicism. She let the world around her fade away, waiting for her fate.

A ripple of power exploded from the forest around them, causing her eyes to shoot open. All around her was billowing green energy, flowing from the forest and wrapping around the Minor Cock Elementals. The disgusting little demons were wrenched off of the women they were attacking, pulled off and flung away. The green energy began to take the form of spectral warriors. As they formed they swung long swords at the small demons, cutting them in half. The severed halves fell to the ground, convulsing then dissolving in a steam of sparking red energy.

The queen stood, looking around and trying to understand what was happening. Across the lake she saw Azel howl in anger, his arms out before him as he sent more of his power into his little demons. But the green ghostly soldiers were cutting them all down, freeing her army one by one!

More of the green winds of power rushed from the forest, blowing over her camp. Every one of her soldiers that was touched by the wind was renewed, their clothing and armor returned and they were left looking as though the Minor Cock Elementals had never as much as touched them! Her army was being saved and their weapons, now infused with flowing green power, were turning and finally fighting back the cock demons!

But how? From whence did this green power come? What force had come to her aid?

Her army cheered as it rallied, charging alongside the green spirits and cutting down the last of the demons. They reached the water’s edge, the army shouting abuse at the vile god who stood on the other side of the lake. Her brave Fey warriors knocked their bows and sent a volley of magically infused arrows flying at the angry god. She watched as his massive looming form snarled, throwing an arm up to create a red field above his head to absorb the magical arrows.

Faeven rose from her stone throne. The god’s forces had been beaten back but her troops would be unable to harm him. She was drained, although the strange green power had refreshed her slightly. Even so, it would take nearly all the power she had left to banish the god’s physical form. If it drained her of all the power she had left that was what she’d do!

But even as she began to walk towards the water’s edge she saw that her power would not be needed. The spectral green ghosts, which she now realized were spirit’s of the primal forest around them, began to turn into flowing green mists of magical power. It flowed together, gathering in a large swirling mass floating above the water before her army. She felt the power from it and knew what, knew who, had saved her!

Queen Faeven had come to this forest because of him. This forest was powerful because it had once housed the grand temple of a mighty forest deity that she had thought had long forgotten by the mortal world. There were none left that worshiped Imeyr, Great God of the Great Forest, and she had thought she was one of the few beings in all of Alaria that even remembered the god’s name. But even forgotten she’d known some of his power would remain in the forest, making it a place that her power could be more easily channeled.

Apparently, she had been wrong. Imeyr still lived!

The green energy swirled together over the water, power from the forest flowing out and gathering together. She saw The Blade of the Queen stand tall, mighty once more and knew the forest god was calling her forward to serve as its chosen champion. Her army grew silent as The Blade stepped out onto the lake, the green power swirling around her and allowing her to walk on the surface of the water. The Blade flexed, the energy flowing in and out of her massive hulking muscles, then she howled a ferocious war cry and charged across the water towards Azel.

As she charged the green energy flowing around her took the form of a gigantic man dressed in armor made of leather and bark. Huge antlers rose from the head of the green shadow-thing and it raised a spectral blade in each hand in the same manner that The Blade held her own weapons, making it look like it was a huge spectral shadow of the charging warrior woman.

Azel stumbled back as The Blade, shadowed by Imeyr the forest god, charged ever closer. He sent a wave of power at her but it broke on the green mist of power wrapped around The Blade and a few moments later she reached the shore, leaping and roaring as she brought her two blades together to cut the head of Azel’s physical form off. The shadow of Imeyr seemed to move into her as she did this, lending the mighty woman his power so she could slay the vile, perverse god’s physical manifestation.

Headless, Azel’s body fell to the ground. It quickly began to sizzled and dissolve into the soil. Red sparking energy flowed out from it, dissipating and leaving a fresh bed of strange red mushrooms behind. As the body disappeared Queen Faeven could feel the perverse god’s power melting away, feel his presence being forced from the physical realm of Alaria and banished back to the aether the gods normally inhabited.

The Blade of the Queen turned back, stepping away from the red mushrooms spreading on the ground and back out into the lake. She held the severed head of Azel up as Queen Faeven’s army cheered. As she slowly walked back across the small lake, the green power of Imeyr still flowing around her, the head she held in her hand began to fade. Its facial features were formless, as if they had never truly taken proper shape. And now as she drew closer to the other side of the water the whole head became a blur, fading quickly from existence as if it had never been there.

When The Blade set foot on the shore she dropped to her knees, the green power flowing out of her. Swirling green energy pushed through the gathered army, the women parting to allow it to approach their queen. Before her the mass of green power took the shape of a man, large and looming tall with the power of a god.

Imeyr had taken physical form. He stood larger than life, dressed in a mix of leather and bark. A white hood, its fabric gilded with gold, covered his head. His face was shadowed from sight, only glowing green tattoos on his skin and brightly burning green eyes could be seen. The huge antlers still stood upon his head, growing through the hood.

Queen Faeven knelt before the looming god and as she dropped to her knees so did her army. “You have saved us,” she said, awed by the god’s presence.

“And you have saved me,” his voice boomed, sounding as if it came from every tree of the forest around them. “I was but a sliver of divine power left sleeping in this place, nearly forgotten by the world. But your power and the faith of those loyal to you awakened me and have returned me to much of my former glory.  Your need allowed me to grow strong so that I could use that strength to save you.

“I was one of the ancient gods that led the first battle against The Corruption,” Imeyr continued. “I was one of the gods that helped seal away and imprison most of the other gods who had given themselves to that dark and perverse power. I gave nearly all of my essence to banish The Corruption form Alaria and only its return, and ones such as you fighting against its influence, was enough to bring me back. I thank you for that, for fighting this perverse corrupting power.”

The god reached a hand down towards Queen Faeven. “Stand as if you are my equal,” he commanded, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. As Queen Faeven stood green energy wrapped around her arm, becoming a bracer of bark. “Wear my boon, let it make your power grow. And come, together we must cleanse the taint of The Corruption from this place.”

Murmuring, the rest of the army rose to its feet and watched as Queen Faeven, hand in hand with a god, walked to the water’s edge.

“Look across the water,” Imeyr boomed, pointing to where Azel’s physical body had been slain. “See the red mushrooms that bloom? They are things of The Corruption, many call them tookabrew mushrooms. If allowed to remain they will slowly spread The Corruption’s taint through my forest and weaken me, you, and your army. Even in defeat The Corruption taints the world and does what it can to win its war to infuse all of Alaria with its perverse essence. The accursed power can lose every battle yet in the end win the war. But together we can cleanse this place and rob it of even this victory.”

He let go of Faeven’s hand, turning the hand palm up and raising it to the sky. Green energy coalesced in his hand. It solidified, becoming a small wooden bowl full of glowing green fluid. “Take this,” he said to Faeven, handing her the bowl. “Kneel at the water’s edge as you and your army pray to me I shall take in your faith and as you pour the contents of that bowl we shall all together cleanse this place.”

Queen Faeven knelt at the water’s edge, staring into the glowing liquid in the bowl. All around her she heard the women of her army begin to mutter prayers to Imeyr and to the forest. The green fluid started to glow more brightly. She bent lower, tipping the bowl and letting the glowing green liquid poor slowly into the water.

The clear water of the lake started to glow green, the power she was pouring into it spreading out in every direction. Under the water’s surface she saw a huge, evil face appear. Red glowing eyes glared at her then the face twisted up in pain, shaking and dissolving from sight as the cleansing power she was pouring into the water chased the evil away.

She looked up as she poured the last of the fluid into the lake, saw the red mushrooms on the other side of the lake sizzling with sparking red energy. That energy slowly became green and the mushrooms melted, replaced by lush green grass, vibrant flowers, and beautiful fluttering butterflies.

“This place is cleansed,” Imeyr declared as the wooden bowl in Queen Faeven’s hand disappeared.

She stood and turned to the god. “We shall forever be in your debt,” she said with a small bow.

He nodded, waving her to rise back up. “Your army will be safe here for a time. I’ve healed them, yet they will still need time to recover from the ordeal. As my power pulls back some might feel what happened to them once more. Luckily the cleansing of this place will make it so the forces of The Corruption are unable to see you for some time. Even Azel, who stood right there, will not know where this place and where you are. Take the time to rest and plan your next move. The forest shall protect you but you cannot hide here forever, for the true fight against The Corruption lays outside my forest’s boundaries.”

“The perverse Elven king,” Faeven muttered.

“Yes,” Imeyr said. “And the new Dwarven king to the north. The Corruption flows around them both and they must be stopped. I will aid you and your forces as I can, and I say to you that although you have gathered an army open warfare is not the only or even best way to defeat these foes.”

Faeven nodded. “How shall we ever repay you?”

“Worship me and worship my forest,” Imeyr said, the trees all around them shaking as if hungry for that praise. “The faith of mortals is what powers me. I will never be one of the greater gods again, able to send my might anywhere in Alaria. I will almost certainly always be restrained to this forest, but with your people’s faith I can grow ever more powerful within my domain. Even now I can feel some within its borders realizing I’ve returned and beginning to pray to me.”

“We shall do as you ask,” Queen Faeven said with another bow.

“I require one more thing,” the god said, his glowing green eyes suddenly burning brighter.

“Anything,” Faeven replied.

HER,” Imeyr said, throwing an arm up and pointing into the crowd that surrounded them.

Queen Faeven looked to see that Imeyr was pointing at Novaoa, the Nemorvian warrior that had only so recently come to her. “But why?” she asked, confused by the request.

Imeyr began to stride towards Novaoa, the curvaceous warrior looking confused and a little frightened. “My reasons are my own, and a god need not explain his whims even to one as mighty as you, Queen Faeven. She will come with me away from your army and my essence will lead her deep into the forest where I will reveal what I require her for. She will come now or I shall cease protecting you and your army.”

Queen Faeven bit her lip, hesitating to answer. The demand was strange and the manner in which Imeyr was making it stranger still. As he made the request his voice sounded different… Something in her was saying this was not the correct course of action, that something was wrong here.

“I will come with you and do whatever is required of me,” Novaoa said suddenly, stepping towards the god and kneeling before him, still looking afraid but determined.

“I thank you,” Queen Faeven said cautiously, still unsure. But the woman had made up her mind and she was free to do as she wished.

“Then we shall leave at once,” Imeyr said, his physical form beginning to fade. “Make your plans,” he said to Faeven, “fight The Corruption. And I will lead this one to where she is needed.” As he spoke his hooded face was looking down at Novaoa. None could see his face, not even Novaoa as she had her head bowed. But if she had been looking up she would have seen the god’s face, she would have seen the bright green glow of his eyes falter for just a moment as they turned red. But none saw and none knew that Imeyr’s divine purification was perhaps not as thorough as they thought…

 

 

 

Chapter Eighteen: Inside King Moonlight’s Royal Dairy Farm

 

The large room that had been converted into the Nemorvian dairy farm had a small balcony where Jennenes could stand, allowing him to look down and see all that happens within. Now that the Nemorvian whores of the city were almost all gathered he was enjoying standing and watching, taking in the sight of his great works officially called “The Royal Dairy Farm”.

The newly appointed High Captain of the Dairy Guard, Meedard Dupont, was in the process of “installing” the farm’s newest acquisition. He was a male Human from the kingdom of Capatia, but not one of the tall full figured red-haired “High” Capatians that made up that country’s ruling nobility. He was a “Low” Capatian. Tough, wiry, with jet black hair. He was considered an undesirable in his homeland because of his birth status, and doubly so because he was a man as it was only women that were allowed to rule in that land.

He’d left his homeland in search of a place not just where men ruled over women but where women were mistreated. He’d found Jennenes Moonlight’s little kingdom to be all he’d hoped for and more. At first the man, an able fighter, had taken employ amongst the royal guard. But his skills as a more than able administrator had led to him rising quickly through the ranks. Jennenes had been waiting for a new post such as the one he now filled to come into existence to make the best use of the skilled man.

From his vantage point Jennenes watched him taking the newest Nemorvian to the place she’d live out the rest of her life. The pathetic Nemorvian whore was still protesting, struggling in vain to escape her fate. Her arms were tied behind her back and her legs manacled. Even if Dupont hadn’t been dragging her by one of her horns she’d have had little chance of escaping.

“You really are making such a fuss,” Dupont said to her, his words thick with the Capatian accent. “Look around you at your fellow Nemorvian sisters. They have already settled into their new lives as our dairy cows and most are happy with their lot.”

The woman he dragged by the horn closed her eyes, refusing to look. On either side of her were the milking stalls the other Nemorvians were “installed” in. They were all bent over on all fours, their huge udders hanging below them with devices attached to their nipples. The machines attached to them slowly, but steadily, sucked at their nipples and pumped the precious milk from their breasts. The other members of the Dairy Guard were busy attending to Nemorvian’s already installed, changing casks full of milk, ensuring the Nemorvian’s were fed and healthy, and most importantly fucking them all as often as possible to ensure their milk production remained as high as possible.

It was clear why she averted her eyes. She was a Nemorvian and the mere sight of a cock would take all the fight out of her. All around her men were fucking the women being milked. But it wasn’t just the men actively fucking the Nemorvians who she averted her eyes form. The Dairy Guard were both milkmen and protectors, most wore at least some armor and all were armed. If anyone tried to steal Jennenes’ treasures they’d find them well guarded. Yet because they were allowed and encouraged to fuck the Nemorvians as often as they wished most had found it beneficial to alter their armor and clothing so that at most times their manhoods hung free. Even Dupont went about within the farm with his cock hanging free, his codpiece removed and the bit of cloth normally covering his crotch pulled up and tucked out of the way.

The Nemorvian was still struggling when The High Captain had finished dragging her all the way to her new home. “Really, such fuss,” he grumbled, annoyed she still pathetically labored to escape. “But I’ve just the medicine to calm you before you are installed.”

He pulled her up onto her knees and turned her to face him. He was staring at her overlarge breasts as he did, watching the way they shook and jiggled as he roughly handled her. The sight had his cock already growing hard.

She still had her eyes closed and now tried to turn away from the man. He grabbed one of her horns again and forced her to face him, then with his other hand he grabbed his cock. It was already nearly fully erect and he wielded it like it was a weapon, and against a Nemorvian it truly was!

“Look at my cock, cow,” he barked.

“Never!” the woman replied defiantly, keeping her eyes closed tight and still struggling in vain to turn her head away.

Meedard Dupont sighed heavily, saying, “Fine, cow, we’ll do it the hard way.” He pulled her closer to him, holding his cock up then letting it fall on her face.

It landed down beside her nose and over one of her eyes with a meaty “thwump” sound. Even from his vantage point above King Moonlight could see the effect it had on the woman. As soon as the man’s cock hit her face she stopped struggling, convulsing for a moment as she fought the biological impulses her racial weakness would be making her feel. Dupont started rubbing his cock on her face, from side to side and pressing it into her cheek. She quivered then gave in.

She opened the eye that didn’t have a cock being rubbed across it. She moaned at the sight and turned, opening her mouth and letting her tongue snake out to lick the underside of his shaft. A shiver ran through her body, the moment of her total submission to the cock on her face.

The High Captain of the Dairy Guard let the cocknotized Nemorvian lick and then suck on his cock for a bit. But before long he grabbed both her horns and pulled the woman off his dick. “That’s enough to calm you,” he said, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva. “Before I have any more fun with you I’ve got to start prepping you for your installation.”

He had a satchel slung over one shoulder. He reached into it and pull out a leather collar, the kind most lands made slaves wear, only this one had a cowbell attached to the front. “A cowbell for our newest dairy cow,” he proclaimed as he tightened the collar around the woman’s neck.

Jennenes smiled as he watched. It had been the man’s idea to add the bells to each of the newly acquired slave collars. It was a bit of added humiliation that served to both remind the women what they now were and added to the dehumanization of the women. Jennenes hadn’t thought about how important that would be at first, but Meedard Dupont had insisted it was essential.

“We need the men of the Dairy Guard to not see these Nemorvian cows as women, but as things,the Low Capatian man had insisted. “If not, some might become attached and try and rescue or even make off with them.”

Jennenes had seen the truth of it at once and it had made him certain that he’d chosen the right man to head this operation.

All around Meedard Dupont Nemorvians were moaning as they were milked and fucked. They were all naked, their over-sized udders hanging down and their asses held high to leave their back ends inviting any who passed to take a turn at fucking them. But at that moment it was clear that the man only saw the cow before him that he was busy unbinding. She no longer needed the shackles, his cock had made her perfectly pliant.

He pulled a glass bottle from the satchel he wore and pulled the stopper out, pouring some of the oil contained within onto one of his hands. He quickly closed up the bottle and returned it to his bag then rubbed the oil together between his hands.

“We need to prep you and these milk-filled udders of yours,” Jennenes heard the man say to the Nemorvian as he slowly walked around the woman. Once he was behind her he told her to stand then reached around her body, grabbing her breasts and then beginning to massage the oil on his hands into her thick breast-flesh. She moaned at his sensual touch, her eye crossing and rolling up into her head as her tongue began to loll from her open mouth.

After massaging the oil onto every inch of her large breasts he moved his hands down, pressing her legs open and snaking his fingertips onto her pubic mound. He massaged the oil into her hairless and perfectly smooth outer labia then dipped his finger into her slit, working the oil onto her clit then slowly fingering some into her moist cunt hole.

Jennenes smiled, watching the man at his work. He was like a great artisan as he prepared the women, attending to them with far more tender care than he would have. The oil was another of Dupont’s ideas. Ewelic oil was a powerful aphrodisiac for most races, affecting the Nemorvian’s with a power that made its effects on other races seem meager. The oil left the women drooling and eager to follow directions even more so than normal as well as leaving them in a state of hyperarousal that left them sexual climax at alarming speeds.

It seemed to increase their initial flow of milk. It was that fact that brought the man’s oil-covered hands up from the Nemorvian’s pussy and back to her over-large breasts. He gave her oiled tits a nice squeeze, expressing some of her milk in pretty little jets of white cream. He then began playing with her nipples, working them between his fingers. Jennenes imagined how slippery they must be, from the oil and the moisture of the milk still leaking from them.

He watched as Dupont slid his hands away from her moist nipples, massaging her breasts till his hands were wrapped near their base. He started to squeeze, causing more milk to come out her nipples. This time it wasn’t small little jets but came out in a messy explosion of milk that sprayed wildly about. She moaned and wigged as he kept squeezing, shuddering as the milking made her cum. She fell back into him for support as her legs grew weak, leaning back and turning her face towards his. Dupont leaned forward and kiss her, long and deep, grinding against her plump backside.

Her body was prepped and he was hot and bothered and clearly in need of sexual release. Yet the man was a true professional. He’d not take his pleasure till his job was finished. He worked quickly to strap her into the milking machine.

As soon as he was done he got behind her, grabbing her wide, fat ass with both hands then running them down the sides of her thick thighs. “Time to break you in,” he said as his hands slid to her inner thighs then up to her pussy. He fingered her for a moment with one hand, stroking his hard cock with the other. A moment later he was ramming his cock into her.

At first he held her fat ass as he pounded her hard and fast. But a minute later he leaned into her body, wrapping his arms under her to grab her hanging udders. He squeezed them, expressing milk into the suction cups that were slowly milking the woman. White fluid exploded into the tubes, filling them faster than the machine could suck it out. She moaned in sexual bliss, shuddering and cumming again. As she did even more milk exploded from her tits, nearly overfilling the cups attached to her nipples.

Jennenes knew his High Captain wouldn’t last long before he came, and as he expected he heard the man groan in pleasure and relief a few moments later. He watched him take a step back, saw his cock, already growing soft, fall from the pussy of the Nemorvian. Cum trickled out, dripping on the floor below her. The king smiled, happy to see his loyal subject rewarded for a job well done and knowing that the sexual pleasures the job came with would do more to buy these men’s loyalty that any coin ever could.

He was thinking about going down to ask the man if there was anything he thought the Royal Dairy Farm needed but just then his Majordomo came onto the balcony. “Sire, I’ve troubling news to report,” he said.

Jennenes turned, frowning. “Well, out with it man!”

“It’s the ravens we sent to the Mercenaries, sire. They’ve… returned.”

“So?” Jennenes asked, confused. “What do the Minotaurs say? Have they gotten any closer to accomplishing their task?”

“There is no reply,” the man said. “They returned with their messages unread. They were either unable to find the mercenaries or…” The man trailed off, suddenly nervous. He knew that Jennenes occasionally took bad news unwell and punished the messenger that brought it to him.

“Or they are no longer among the living,” the king said, finishing the man’s thoughts. He sighed in annoyance. “Must I do everything myself? I’ve had to use so much of my stores of mana recently that I’ve little energy left for even simple spells, but it seems I must tap into my precious reserves to find the truth of this matter.”

He began to mutter a quick spell, the arcane tattoos on his arms glowing brighter. A moment later he took a step back, holding his hands before him then spreading them apart. As his hands spread a small shimmering viewing portal was open, showing him the Minotaurs.

The Majordomo gasped, seeing the mighty men all slaughtered, their camp ransacked. Jennenes, however, was not surprised. In his heart he’d known the annoying Nemorvian bandits had somehow slain the powerful mercenaries.

“This makes little sense,” he muttered, looking at the corpse-littered encampment. “The rumors said there were only three of the Nemorvians, they should have had no chance against these beastly men even if they have somehow figured out a way to throw off their racial weakness.”

“Sire?” the Majordomo suddenly asked, concerned. “Are you… well?”

Jennenes didn’t respond at first. He was clammy and shaky and struggling to keep the viewing portal open. Even though his mana stores were so drained it should not have been as trying to keep the simple enchantment open.

“Some power works against me,” he said, his voice quivering from the effort of keeping the spell active. He stumbled back, the spell broken. He looked weak and sick, his face showing the confusion he felt. “I must return to my study,” he said, sounding tired. “I must rest and think on what I saw…”

 

 

 

 

Chapter Nineteen: Many Paths

 

“War band, to arms!” the leader of the Fey warriors called out, drawing her bow and knocking a magical, glowing arrow so fast her arms were a blur.

Zomos drew a huge double-bladed axe she’d taken from the corpse of a Minotaur and beside her the two Nemorvians drew their weapons. Amitkoa glanced at Kilne, watching her younger companion. She’d been… strange since shaking off the shock of the battle. She seemed changed and distant and if they were about to be attacked she wanted to protect her should a new battle put her back into the state of shock she’d been so hard to wake from.

“Lower your weapons,” a musical female voice called out as a small Fey woman fluttered into view. “I come with messages from Queen Faeven!”

“She still lives?” the leader of their band called out, quivering her arrow and storing her bow. “Tell us the news of the great battle! Her message made it seem all hope was lost.”

The new arrival, a Fey woman who introduced herself as Meadow, explained how the ancient forest god had arrived just in time to save not just the queen but her entire army!

“The mighty Queen Faeven is not just undefeated but more powerful than ever!” a pretty, young Human woman said, appearing out of the forest behind Meadow. She wore flowing green and blue robes and had long blue hair that ran down nearly to her waist, with two wrapped buns of blue hair on either side of her head. “We’ve won this battle against The Corruption and she wishes to press on with the war. It’s no longer time to just gather her powers, she says. It’s time we go to take the battle to The Corruption and begin to send its influence fleeing from this world!”

“What does she wish of us?” the Fey woman leading the band of warriors said, smiling at the revelation that things were far better than she thought.

“You are to take your force back to the hidden encampment,” Meadow told her. “She has need of numbers there. Meanwhile, I shall lead a smaller force on an important side quest.” She landed on the ground, here wings fluttering for a moment then disappearing. “Destine Foy, the mage that has come with me, shall be joined by the two Nemorvians and the giantess on this quest.”

Amitkoa pressed forward. “We are eager to serve the queen,” she said quickly, “but please, has there been word of our friend Novaoa?”

Meadow nodded. “Yes,” she said, her face suddenly grave. “She arrived at the camp just before the battle began. She proved her worth defending Queen Faeven but…” Her voice trailed off and she looked uncertain. “Imeyr, the mighty forest god that saved us all, he demanded she leave with him. Novaoa went willing with the god but to what purpose no one knows.”

“But she is well?” Amitkoa asked.

Meadow nodded. “Yes, she is. And if all goes well you three Nemorvians shall all meet again seen. But for now Queen Faeven requires that your reunion wait. The quest the queen sends us on must come first.”

“What is this quest?” Zomos asked eagerly.

Meadow looked up at the huge woman. “A matter of great importance but one that must remain secret even from our allies for now.” She looked to the other Fey warriors. “In time I shall reveal all.”

 

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Jennenes growled in anger and frustration, knocking the metal bowl before him to the floor. As it fell the water inside of it splashed, the glowing magical energy it had been infused with sparking then dissipating.

“Why can I not scry the location of the Nemorvian bandits?” he said, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his temples. “Some magic hides them from my sight and it vexes me so. I feel that even were my manna not so drained I’d still be having the same problem. I need to break past whatever protects and hides them… but how?”

He looked around his study, glancing at the many tomes of magical knowledge sitting on his shelves. There were countless ways to try but which would serve him best at this moment?

 

 

 

How will King Jennenes Moonlight try to scry the Nemorvians? (Choose up to 4 options from this poll)

Will his attempt succeed and if so will it show him all three or just one group of them, and if so who? (Choose up to 2 options from this poll)

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What happens to Novaoa now that she has been taken by Imeyr? (Choose up to 4 options from this poll)

I want the Dwarfs of the Shadow Mountains to play a bigger role in the story, so they are going to get some kind of story line that will make that so. But what? (Choose up to 6 options from this poll)

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