Introduction

The realm of Alaria is changing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Corruption WILL be triumphant. Almerry Keep WILL fall as will each member of the Sisterhood of Righteousness that calls it home. And the first member of the Sisterhood to fall will be Naleath Evenbloom, a Night Elve Ranger.

Elven Ranger’s Doom

Naleath crouched on a tree branch, hidden by both the leaves around her and the shroud of night. The cloak she wore helped her remain hidden, the fabric enchanted so that its color shifted slightly to blend in with her surroundings. But more than the gear she wore her ability to remain so well hidden was a natural one that all members of her race shared.

It was not just the slender build of Night Elves that allowed them to remain so easily hidden when they wished. It was not even the dark blue, pink, and purple hues their skin was shaded that allowed them to disappear into the night so easily. It was something deeper, something magical in nature that was passed down through their race’s blood. That affinity for the night and stealth made Night Elves useful agents for the Sisterhood of Righteousness.

But Night Elves often had to work harder to earn their places within the Sisterhood, for as naturally talented as Night Elves were their race also had a reputation for being the most corruptible of the Elven races. Night Elves could be quick to anger and were more likely to fall into the darker and more self-destructive lifestyles most Elven societies shunned. Evil seemed more easily able to work its way into their souls as did sexual perversions.

Yet despite this weakness the Sisterhood of Righteousness’ ranks were full of Night Elves. Perhaps it is even because of the dark nature that potentially haunts them that so many female Night Elves make the Sisterhood their home. Some fear the darkness that might be in them while others wish to prove to the world that they are better than it assumes they are.

Naleath Evenbloom has never shared her reasons for being a member of the Sisterhood with those she serves. She’s a woman of few words, a Ranger who prefers the solitude of her lone patrols through the wilds that surround Almerry Keep.

Her main mission in the wilds is to keep an eye out for dangers that might be approaching the keep. Every member of the Sisterhood knows the evil and perverse forces they stand opposed to always wants to see them destroyed. Knowing this they remain ever vigilant to protect their keep, always looking for the next attack.

But Naleath’s patrols through the wilds serve other purposes. She gathers ingredients the keep’s Alchemist or Battle Mages use in brewing potions or fueling incantations and spells. She also seeks to aid any she encounters who are in trouble, lending a helping hand to nearly all who need one.

And then there are the monsters. Alaria is a realm full of untamed wilds hiding long-forgotten ruins. These wilds are the home to uncountable beasts and monsters, any number of which could pose a serious threat to Almerry Keep and the members of the Sisterhood that inhabited it.

A monster that needed slaying was why Naleath sat perched in the tree, hidden and waiting. She’d been tracking a dire bear that had been slaughtering the wildlife in the forest she was making her way through. Aside from the danger to her and the other members of the Sisterhood the monster was also decimating the local game they often relied on for food. The fearsome beast was not one she could take in a head-on fight so Naleath had set a trap for it. She’d let it catch her scent, allowing it to think it was hunting her.

It will be here soon, she thought. Silently, she drew an arrow. Her Elven eyes allowed her to see in the moonlight of night as well as a Human saw the world in daylight. Her eyes could also see further and in greater detail than any Human eyes could. From her vantage place in the tree she’d see the dire bear long before it had any chance to sense her.

The monstrous beast was nearly as large as an elephant, yet it managed to move through the forest nearly as quietly as she did. Naleath’s body tensed when she first spotted the fearsome dire bear stalking quietly through the forest, the moonlight glinting slightly off the deadly curved black horns extending from its skull as it stepped momentarily into a small clearing.

She was thankful she’d chosen such a large tree to perch in. Those horns are large enough to gore right through my thin Elven body, she thought. As always, stealth and distance will allow me to win a battle I’d have no chance of surviving face-to-face.

Naleath nocked her arrow. She planned on killing the beast with one shot but knew if she failed she’d be able to remain safe from the dire bear by remaining in the tree long enough to get another chance.

Normally it would take a small army of archers to bring down such a fearsome creature, but Naleath was armed with more than simple arrows. The arrows themselves were enchanted in ways that helped them hit their target and be far more deadly. She also had the powers of a Ranger to call on, magic she could summon that would enchant arrows in a variety of helpful ways.

She breathed in then held her breath as she pulled the arrow back, the tip beginning to glow with dim purple light as she infused it with magic. A moment later she exhaled, letting the arrow fly.

It flew silently through the night air, slamming into one of the beast’s eyes. It reared up, roaring in pain. A moment later there was a blast of purple energy that briefly lit up the dark forest. After that the only sound was the dead dire bear’s massive body crashing onto the forest floor, shaking the massive tree in which she crouched.

Naleath gracefully slid off the branch, throwing back her cloak and draping her bow over her shoulder. After landing silently on the forest floor with the grace of a cat she stood tall, reaching around her neck to the hair she had tucked out of sight into her clothing. She pulled it out, letting long locks of vibrant, pure white hair cascade down past her elbows.

Her grayish-blue skin seemed to shift hue in the moonlight, growing more vibrant in color now that she no longer needed to remain hidden. As she approached the corpse of the dire bear she ran her hands through her long hair, putting it to rights around her long, pointed ears.

“I’m sorry your life had to end this way,” she whispered as she reached the dire bear’s corpse. “But you were too dangerous and killing too much of the game we rely on.” She made sure to remain positioned so that she didn’t have to look at the beast’s head, or more accurately where its head had once been. The Elven Ranger didn’t need to look to know the enchantment she’d infused the arrow with would have exploded the creature’s skull from within. “At least your hulking body will provide a feast for something else in these woods. Perhaps your corpse can help give as much as it took.”

She then turned, abandoning the beast’s corpse to the forest. She was tired and hungry and needed to find a place to make camp before dawn. Naleath would sleep through most of the day, continuing her patrol the next night.

Naleath would bed down eager for rest, having no idea how little peace that sleep would offer her.

* * *

Naleath knew it was a dream, yet from the first moment of it she could feel it was not a normal dream. This was something different, something more potent, more important.

She was there, naked and bent over a log. Her body was limp but she wasn’t unconscious. In the dreamscape she could see herself, see the disturbing blissed-out look on her face like she was drunk and high. There was a lack of intelligence in her eyes, a feeling that whatever had made her feel so good had taken a permanent toll on her mind.

Her body draped over the log was the first thing she’d been aware of in the dream. Then, slowly, the world around her limp form began to fill in. She was outside under the open sky. Water was running nearby, a creek or small river. A large campfire burned not far from her, in the center of a village filled with primitive-looking huts. A huge chunk of meat was roasting over the fire, a meal being prepared for the denizens of the village.

She knew even before their presence entered the dreamscape that the villagers of this place would not be people. They would not be Humans or Elves or any of the other “Greater” races, the ones that had full intelligence. The construction of the small huts was too simple, too primitive. They would have been made by a member of one of the “Lesser” races, creatures that were smart enough for simple language and primitive forms of civilization but in every other sense were little more than monsters.

As the villagers began to fade into the dreamscape they were at first just vague shadows. They stood about shoulder high and had wide, round, hunched-over squat bodies. As they slowly came into focus she thought at first they must be a species of Frogmen, but their bodies were too wide and round, their heads far too large. And their ears! They all had huge, floppy ears like a hairless dog or a pig. It was when their faces came into focus that she realized what they were. Not amphibious or reptilian but pig-like. Fat faces with stubby snouts. Beady little eyes and two short tusk-like teeth sticking up from the bottom of their mouths.

Grumplocs.

The word echoed through the dreamscape, shifting the scene from disturbing to outright nightmare.

The villagers started to come into more focus. None wore any clothing although many did wear primitive jewelry. It left the huge monstrous phallus hanging between each of their legs the clear focus of any single Grumploc. The monster dicks were all at least as long and thick around as her forearm, covered in hard bumps and gross thick veins. Their limp members hung nearly to the ground as they walked upright but when they squatted down like a frog, a pose most took when not actively moving, their disgusting monster dicks rested limply in the dirt.

One last Grumploc came into focus, the dream shifting so it could take center stage in her mind. It was perched on the log she was draped over, its wide feet planted on either side of her. It grabbed her hair, lifting her head up and croak-snorting something in its native language at her. The dream shifted and suddenly its disgusting, huge, bump-covered monster dick was inside her mouth. It squatted over her, fucking her gaping mouth with glee.

It was a shocking, haunting sight that woke her with a start. Her heart was pounding and she was covered in sweat. The last image of the dream was burnt into her mind, the dopey, drugged look of enthralled rapture on her face the most disturbing thing lingering in her mind.

And then there was the feel of the dream. It hadn’t been a normal dream, had it? It had seemed so prescient, like a prophetic dream. But it COULDN’T be. She knew everything about the land directly around Almerry Keep, she’d ranged and explored and patrolled every mile of it for leagues in every direction. There were no Grumplocs and as far as she knew there never had been any.

Naleath knew of the lands all around them as well, perhaps not from first-hand exploration but she’d spent what little time she interacted with people outside of the Sisterhood asking about the nearby world. She knew its lore, knew what kinds of creatures and monsters inhabited the world around them. Not once had she heard tales of Grumplocs, not even in distant legend.

This was not a fact she knew simply because she’d never heard a tale of their presence. Naleath had faced Grumplocs before. Although one had never gotten the better of her she’d seen what could happen to women they captured, seen what the monster’s male “seed” did to women’s minds and bodies. It was why she’d help lead several Sisterhood missions to slaughter entire villages of the vile monsters.

Her mind flashed back to the dream, to the Grumploc village. Every Grumploc there had been male. That was not just an oddity of her dream. Grumplocs were one of the breeds of evil creatures that had no female members of their species. It could only reproduce by impregnating women of other races, which always resulted in a pure-blooded Grumploc.

It was a biological abomination that far too many species of creatures in Alaria had. The default stance of the Sisterhood of Righteousness was to treat any members of such a species as an enemy. The individuals of some Greater races such as Minotaurs were generally given space and time to prove themselves not to be enemies. But the Lesser races, the monsters that prayed on the women of the Greater races, those they usually killed on sight.

Naleath hate Grumplocs with a burning intensity that was lit by a deep terror of the threat they posed. Not just to women in general but to her specifically.

Ever since she’d been old enough to understand what pregnancy was she’d been terrified of enduring that biological ordeal. The idea of having another living being in her body, leeching off her as it grew. There was no violation greater than she could imagine.

Naleath had been pressured from a very young age to have at least one child. The Elven races were long-lived but did not have children as often as most other races did. There was a sense within most Elven societies that their races were slowly dying out. Her homeland had been one that put social pressure on their younger members to have more children more often.

It was one of the reasons so many Elven women ended up leaving the community she’d been raised in. Those wanderers, pushed out of their native Elven society, were why so many of their members were overrepresented in the communities of mixed race growing in the wilds slowly being reclaimed all over Alaria.

Naleath had left her home to run from the pressures to “breed” like some filthy farm animal. But once out in the world horrors like the Grumplocs had driven her further. Helping hunt down a tribe of Grumplocs then wiping them from existence was why she’d originally joined The Sisterhood of Righteousness.

She told herself that she’d stayed in the Sisterhood because she had seen the good the order brought to the world. A deeper truth, one she often did not admit to herself, was that she’d stayed because of the safety the organization provided from the things she feared most. There were no men in the Sisterhood, no phalluses of any race with their threat of fertilization implicit just by existing in the same space as her.

It couldn’t have been a prophetic dream, she told herself as she broke down her simple camp. There are no Grumploc tribes anywhere near here and I have no reason to travel far enough for that to change. No, this was just a simple nightmare, perhaps more intense than most, but a nightmare that has no meaning beyond expressing fears I try not to think about.

* * *

Naleath had continued her patrol for most of the night without anything memorable happening. But as dawn neared she began to sense a change in the land she was traveling into. At first the change was something she could barely sense, a subtle undertone to the world around her that felt unfamiliar and… wrong. The further she moved into the area the more she could sense that this place was changed from the last time she’d visited it.

There were small changes she thought few would notice. The wind blew in unfamiliar patterns making it feel as though she was being followed by some unseen antagonistic force. The wildlife was sparse and what she did encounter was agitated and more fearful than it should have been. Some areas of greenery she saw had gone through sudden, untamed wild growth while other patches seemed to be dying off as if something was leeching the life from it.

But it was the mushrooms she made the strongest note of. The further she moved into the altered area the more the red mushrooms appeared. She knew those mushrooms, knew what they said about the lands they appeared in. Some called them Tookabrew Mushrooms, but the members of the Sisterhood referred to them as Corruption Mushrooms for they appeared only in places where The Corruption had begun to soak into the world, tainting and changing it.

Like nearly all older members of the Sisterhood of Righteousness Naleath knew The Corruption was a force their organization worked to oppose. But she also knew the defining power of it was its corrupting influence. The more one knew about the perverse and antagonistic power the more easily it could work its dark power on you. Only the highest-ranking and most powerful members of the Sisterhood knew the darkest truths about the power they worked to oppose, at least that was how it was amongst the Sisterhood in this part of Alaria.

She was not a high-ranking member and thus not privy to the true nature of The Corruption. She knew the force was evil and perverse. She knew it already affecting such a large area was bad, VERY bad. It was the kind of thing her patrols existed to discover. It was something that would need to be reported to Almerry Keep as soon as possible.

Yet Naleath kept pushing into The Corruption tainted lands. I need to scout them out, she told herself. I need to see how far they stretch and get a glimpse of what has happened to the land here. I need to have seen and explored this area to be able to fully report on it.

Part of her knew it was the wrong decision, that going off into clearly hostile territory alone was reckless. But something was driving her forward, something she explained away as a drive to know exactly what the threat facing the Keep was. Yet this driving force was not coming from within her, it was coming from the world around her, a power that grew more intense the further into the corrupted lands she went.

She recognized the danger of the power drawing her deeper into its arms far too late. An overpowering miasma of perverse evil hit her, like a sickening odor but inhaled by her soul. “I have to turn back,” she muttered, the sense of dark foreboding closing in on her. “I never should have come here, not alone, not to a place this touched by The Corruption.”

Naleath had been moving carefully through the underbrush of a wooded area, doing her best to blend in with the shadows that filled the night. Even when drawn in towards the evil of this place she’d remained clear-headed enough to know stealth was her greatest ally. She planned on using it to escape the area but found out she had never been as well hidden as she’d thought.

The moment she decided to turn back the miasma of evil she’d felt closing in around her rushed forward. The sense of perverse evil hit her first, something she felt at a magical level thanks to her natural Elven attunement to such things.

Having barely enough time to register that feeling she was then hit with the smell of the thing. It was so strong it sent her staggering, gagging then tripping on a root and falling back onto her ass. The odor was so thick it burnt her eyes, so heavy in the air she felt it clinging to her tongue. It was a disgusting mix of ripe unwashed body odor and the stench of the kind of monsters she associated with abdominal perversions. There was also an underlying maleness to the reeking stench, and that more than anything disgusted her.

Just as she began to right herself she heard it. Something huge crashed through the forest, shoving foliage and whole trees out of the way. She tried to get up, to draw her bow and prepare to defend herself. But the stench in the air and magical miasma was too overpowering, too suffocating. She was already panicking and that panic turned into overwhelming terror as the huge nightmare beast pushed its way into sight.

Naleath screamed, desperately scrambling back away from the monster. She was too afraid to stand, too afraid to do anything other than lay on the ground and scream as the monster reared up over her.

It was as large as a small cottage, a nightmare swarm of undulating tentacles and misshapen lumps. Parts of it looked reptilian and scaly while others were fleshy. All of it was shades of red and many parts of it steamed with magical vapors that sparked with angry red specks of barely contained power.

She knew this monstrosity was no natural beast. It was some kind of demon, spawned by magic or twisted divine power. It radiated only a sense of primal animal instinct. Yet she could feel an intelligence directing it, an intelligence that knew who she was and had sent the monster after her.

Tentacles shot towards her, some reaching through the air while others slithered along the ground. Still overtaken with terror she was unable to muster any meaningful resistance. They grabbed her, smaller tentacles with more dexterous tips grasping her clothing. They pulled garments open, ripping others apart, quickly stripping the Night Elve of all her clothes.

Once her thin, slender body was fully exposed she was able to push past the inaction the terror was causing and began to fight back, kicking and thrashing to try and get away from the tentacles.

By then it was far too late. Each of her wrists and ankles had a tentacle snaked tightly around them. When she began to thrash to break free they simply spread her limbs out and pulled her body to the ground. At the same time another slithered around her neck, tightening like a noose till she began to choke from lack of air. It kept choking her slender neck till she stopped fighting. It loosened its grip as her body went limp but did not unwrap the tentacle from around her neck.

Then the creature lifted her into the air, spreading her legs open. Naleath could see no eyes on the creature, its body was too much of a confusing mass of intertwined appendages that obscured its central body. Yet she had the feeling it was looking at her, staring at her exposed womanhood.

When a tentacle that looked unlike the others rose in front of her she understood and began screaming. The tentacle around her neck tightened slightly, but only enough to keep her from thrashing about, allowing her to keep screaming in terror.

The new tentacle was fleshier looking than the rest, its end more bulbous shaped. It reminded her of something, something she feared and was repulsed by, but her mind refused to acknowledge what the tip was shaped like. When the end of the limb began to swell, growing denser and harder, the truth was inescapable: this was a cock-tipped tentacle and it was aimed at her womanhood!

It shifted her body making it so she could more easily see the cock-tipped tentacle coming slowly towards her. When she tried to turn away other tentacles pushed her head, forcing her to look at it.

“No. No! NO! Don’t come any closer to me! Don’t you put that in me!”

The cock-tipped tentacle shivered as she screamed, growing harder in response. She could see thick monstrous precum oozing from the tip, building up then dripping off its cockhead. The sight of the monster semen made her scream louder. One thought ran through her mind: if the thing had semen then it might have the ability to impregnate her!

“It’s a nightmare,” she screamed, madness and terror in her voice. “Another nightmare I’ll wake up from. Not real, it can’t be!”

As if wanting to prove how wrong she was the cock-tipped tentacle rushed forward. When it reached her cunt it began rubbing its swollen cockhead up and down her slit, smearing oozing precum all over her pussy lips. When she began to wiggle, trying desperately to pull away and failing, the cock began to press into her opening.

More of the thick precum oozed out of the tip as it invaded her cunt, the slimy fluids lubricating its entry. The more she tried to fight free the more eagerly into her it pushed. Before long the appendage was thrusting in and out of her pussy, fucking her cunt as the beast held her body in the air.

The precum oozing from the monster began affecting her body once enough had been leaked into her. The sense of violation was only increasing with each thrust into her, yet her insides were warming, her body heating with arousal she did not want to feel. When she began to enjoy the feel of the monster fucking her it only intensified the sense of violation. When it came in her the monster cum affected her body further, forcing an orgasm from her.

The forced orgasm was such a violation that she stopped fighting. Naleath went limp, no longer able to muster even fear. Her mind went numb and she retreated into a mental haze, trying to block out what was happening to her.

She barely reacted to the cock-tipped tentacle pulling out of her, barely feeling the monster-cum trickling out of her open hole. When another cock tentacle pushed into her pussy she only moaned. When one pressed into her mouth she simply let her jaw fall further open. She didn’t even gag or choke as it began fucking her mouth, pressing its way deep into her throat. Another tentacle spread her tight, muscular buttocks and slid into her puckered hole, slowly and methodically pumping in and out of her quivering ass.

It wasn’t until the arrival of two thicker tentacles, each with large fleshy bulbs at their ends, that she mustered any kind of reaction to being ravished and defiled by the monster. They brought with them a new sense of evil foreboding, something that was impossible to ignore. Something that penetrated the catatonic state she’d retreated into.

As they reared up over her the cock tentacles fucking her mouth and pussy pulled away, each leaving a fresh load of monster cum oozing out of her. The fleshy bulbs at the end of the new tentacles quivered. Then they opened, flesh spreading apart like the petals of a flower opening.

Foul-smelling, musk-tainted gas was expelled as they did, shooting into Naleath’s face and making her feel dizzy and disoriented. As the world around her spun her mind tried to process what the flowering fleshy bulbs had revealed. It was a mass of fleshy, seemingly endless swarm of small tentacles all writhing together then shifting to reach for her. The thickest and longest in the center of each swarm was about as big as one of her fingers, with the rest growing smaller, thinner, and shorter the further from the center they were.

“N-no…” she begged weakly, understanding the swarming mass was reaching for her small, firm breasts. “Not there. Please.”

Her words only made the tentacles draw near more quickly. The petal-like outside of the fleshy bulb spread wider open as it neared her breasts. When it pressed itself to her chest those triangle-shaped flaps of thick-skinned monster flesh spread out, their sticky warm insides pressing onto her skin then sucking on her tits to adhere to her chest.

As it sucked on her breasts the writhing mass of little tentacles began wriggling all over her small breasts. It felt like a thousand tiny tongues licking her, something she was both repulsed by but intensely aroused by thanks to the effects of the monster cum she’d been pumped full of.

Naleath found herself arching her back and moaning in pleasure. For a while she was lost in the bliss of having the creature suck on and play with her small breasts, aware that some of the small tentacles were oozing goo onto her flesh that was soaking into them and making them even more sensitive.

The pleasure was interrupted when she felt the largest of the tentacles in the bulbs each press onto the swollen nubs of her nipples. As they pressed against her nipple she felt their tips spreading opening. A moment later she felt something extending from them, a needle-like stinger. She screamed as it pierced the tip of her nipple then nearly passed out from the flash of intense pain as the stinger poked deep into her small breast.

Her body lit up, pain and pleasure senses all flaring at once as the stinger injected some kind of toxin into her breasts. It retracted as quickly as it had entered, the entire fleshy bulb pulling away from her breasts after that.

Naleath hung suspended in the air by the creature, panting and breathing heavily as panic coursed through her body. What had it injected her with? What kind of poison or toxin had it pumped into her small perfect Elven breasts? And why did the flesh of her breasts suddenly ache with radiating heat?

She grunted in pain then moaned in confusion, the sensation in her breasts shifting, slowly becoming a warm sensual heat. Her breasts felt sore and strange, denser and heavier. She lifted her head to better look at them and gasped in horror. Her breasts were growing!

“H-how?” she whimpered as she watched her breasts swell. Fear that they wouldn’t stop growing filled her and that fear mixed with the revulsion she felt at seeing her breasts expand. Like I’m pregnant and lactating!

She threw her head back and wailed in despair, no longer able to look at what was being done to her body. She didn’t want to look at her body and have any part of it make her think it was involved with breeding a child, didn’t want any part of her to FEEL like it. With her eyes averted she didn’t have to see it but the feel of her breasts swelling, growing denser, heavier, more tender and sore, was something she had no way of escaping.

Why had this nightmare monstrosity done this to her? Her worst fear was that the toxin that had been injected into her breasts WOULD make them lactate, that somehow this creature did plan on impregnating her and making her feed its foul young from her breasts. Making her suffer the double indignity of a living thing leeching off her body to grow then ruining her breasts for sustenance after ruining her body during birth. It was a fate she wanted to think of as an impossibility, but she knew better.

The sense of swelling and growth her breasts had been experiencing had stopped. There was still a strange, invasive heat radiating from the center of her swollen, tender, sore breast meat but no more growth. Cautiously, fearing she’d see beads of white moisture leaking from her nipples, she looked at her breasts.

She confirmed they were no longer growing. They had been small to begin with, almost nonexistent compared to the average bust size of the women of most other races. They were bigger by about a handful, nothing that looked unnatural yet still a violation and alteration of her body that she could barely stomach. She wanted to claw them off her body and refuse they were part of her.

But she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t do anything. The beast still had hold of her, was still holding her up in the air. Only now the thing had risen and begun lumbering back into the forest the way it had come, carrying her along with it.

“Where are you taking me,” she demanded. She’d intended her words to sound angry, confident, and defiant. She intended the words to be spoken in the voice of the woman she thought of herself as, a skilled warrior afraid of no foe.

That was not how the words came out of her mouth.

They came out as a pathetic, mewling whimper. The voice she heard herself speak in was that of a traumatized, fearful victim. The sound of that voice coming out of her mouth did more to break her than all the physical and sexual violations she’d just endured.

Naleath let her body fall limp. She began to sob, occasionally praying to various deities to save her but somehow knowing her prayers wouldn’t be answered, weren’t even being heard. There was something around her, something soaked into this corrupted forest shrouding her from those she prayed to. It reached into everything, changing and altering it. Suffocating out what had been. Even, apparently, blocking the influence of the very gods themselves.

She tried to block out the world, closing her eyes and refusing to look and listen to the world around her. But smells and physical sensations were impossible to ignore, the breeze blowing across her breasts the hardest of all. It was clear the maddening increase in sensitivity and soreness she’d experienced while her breasts had grown was not a momentary thing. If anything her breasts now felt MORE sensitive than they had before they stopped growing.

And then there were the smells. They came at her in progressively stronger waves as the beast carried her further into the corrupted forest.

It was summer. Naleath loved the smell of a forest in summer, especially at night. The smell of the forest around her was being shifted further and further from the pleasing mix of odors she so loved. The crisp clean smell of fresh and vibrant growth faded, replaced by a muskier odor that at first reminded her of the sweet smell of rotting leaves and dying seasonal plants she associated with Fall. The sweet-sickly smell only increased, gradually shifting from one that was the smell of trees and plants into a heavy musk of unwashed maleness. The odor of musky maleness only grew, eventually growing so intense and thick she could taste it on her tongue.

When she finally opened her eyes to look at the corrupted forest she was being carried deep into she was shocked to find it was already day. Her ordeal had been going on for far longer than she realized. Then she saw how changed the forest around her had grown during the time the beast had been carrying her.

Everywhere she looked the plants of the forest had been twisted with wild, unnatural overgrowth. Trees bent at odd angles, foliage and undergrowth tangling together and choking each other out or extending up trees in ways she’d never seen before. Unchecked growth that would eventually do as much to choke out life as it would to spread it.

The forest canopy was even more twisted with wild overgrowth. Normally the canopy of this forest was nearly always spread out enough to allow daylight and cool breezes to blow through it. Now the ceiling of the forest was shadowed, an interwoven tangle of leaves and twisting vines that let no direct sunlight through.

There was no cool breeze anymore. The air was still and heavy, moist, and musty. It was filled with a thick greenish haze that obscured the forest in every direction. She had seen not long ago that her ordeal had lasted past sunrise, that the sun should be bright above. Yet it had begun to feel more like a moonlit fog-filled night at best.

The miasma of corruption that so disturbed her was soon nearly forgotten by new twisting of the forest in ways she’d never imagined even in her worst nightmares. Everywhere she looked she saw shapes that did not belong in the forest, familiar shapes, shapes that reminded her of indecent things. Swelling curves in trees that reminded her of the female and male body. Flowers blooming in shapes reminiscent of female anatomy, many of them colored in ways that made the flowered openings look like the genitals of specific species. But more than anything she saw phallic shapes.

The worst was the fungus. It bloomed everywhere, too many different species to count and none she’d ever seen before. Phallic-shaped mushrooms bloomed thick and short around trees and in open patches of the forest floor. Some grew tall and straight, their shafts so disturbingly like that of an erect penis she swore she saw pulsing veins running up the lengths of some. And all of them had tops that were penis shaped.

They grew larger the deeper into the forest she was carried, some having stems as thick around as her legs, some so massive they were nearly as tall as her. The larger the perverse fungus was the more it bent and drooped in ways suggesting flaccid manhood. She started to see some that even appeared to be oozing something that looked disturbingly like semen from their cockhead-like tips.

Soon the disturbing phallic fungus grew more animated. She saw them moving, wriggling about. The more animated they grew the more they seemed to be aware of her presence. She watched in disgust as the indecent fungus began to turn to her as soon as she could see it. The fungus would then shiver and start to grow more “erect” as if her presence was enough to arouse them.

Naleath averted her eyes then, no longer willing to look at the unwholesome fungus. She tried to close her eyes, shut out the world around her but found she couldn’t. The indecent power of this place was forcing her to keep her eyes open, to look and see. So she looked up at the heavy foliage above her, hoping for a reprieve from twisted perversion.

She found no escape.

Thick green vines moved and twisted through the canopy above, like a swarm of snakes or the reaching arms of an arboreal nightmare tentacle creature. They were unmistakably plants, yet these vines also had a disturbing flesh-like look to their green, vein-covered surfaces. The tips of the moving vines began to slowly reach down towards her, revealing tips even more dick-like than the foul mushrooms she’d looked away from! If not for the monster carrying her quickly through the forest she had no doubt the penis-tipped vines would have reached out till they entangled her, putting their phallic tips to use once they had her in their grasp.

“How,” Naleath whimpered. “How is any of this possible?”

“Through careful cultivation and skilled gardening,” a happy feminine voice called out. It seemed both near and distant, echoing all around her yet seeming to be unable to penetrate the heavy, musky air.

The monster carrying her stopped suddenly. It stretched her out, changing how it held her in the air so she was suspended upright a few feet from the ground. It kept a tight hold of her, keeping her arms and legs pulled out so that she was just as helpless and unable to move as before.

As soon as she saw the strange woman emerge from the green haze she knew this was her destination, this was to whom the monster had been taking her and this was the center of the corruption twisting the forest.

A woman. A Human woman with lightly shaded copper skin. Naked, her body covered in faintly glowing red tribal tattoos. She had thick wild brown hair that flowed down her back. Tangled in the mass of untamed hair were twigs and leaves, the occasional bead or charm braided into the wild mess. Naleath couldn’t tell if the chaos in the woman’s hair was accidental or intentional but suspected it was a mix of both.

The woman was naked but wore many accessories that did nothing to cover her nudity. She wore many bracelets and had strings of vine and leather cord wrapped around her upper arms, ankles, and waist. She wore numerous necklaces and had a wreath of greenery with glowing charms woven into it perched atop her head like a crown.

Every accessory, every cord wrapped around her, every dangling charm and leaf, somehow it all accented her thick curves. She had wide hips and a full, round ass. Her breasts were large for a Human woman, heavy and dense with a slight natural sag to them that radiated a sense of ripe, mature fertility.

Her body had a sense of agile, fit muscularity to it, yet the thick curves suggested sensual softness. Her skin glowed with youthful vitality, matching her smooth energetic cat-like movements that clashed with the mature fertility the shape of her body suggested. She somehow carried both the fertile promise of untouched virginal innocence along with experienced plumpness shown after birthing a child.

Naleath was perplexed as she stared at the strange woman. She looked both young and mature at the same time, the two senses of age mixing in the kind of unplaceable agelessness found normally only in the Elven races. Perhaps it was the power that radiated from her, as if all the power of the corrupted and twisted forest was flowing into her.

No. Not flowing into her. It’s like she’s the heart of this place. NO. More than that. As if she IS the corrupted forest. Is this woman not actually a Human? Is she a spirit, the soul of this twisted place made manifest? Is she some demon made through divine power? A god having taken physical form?

“I welcome you, Naleath Evenbloom of the Sisterhood of Righteousness,” the woman said as she approached. As she walked through the forest her hips swayed from side to side, a motion so confidently sensual there was casual laziness to it. She moved as if she knew her very existence exuded sexual fertility.

“Who are? How do you know my name?” Naleath once more internally cringed at the sound of her voice. Weak and shaking with fear. The voice of a defeated woman who knew she was helpless.

“I am the Gardner,” the woman proclaimed, stopping and bending over to inspect a clump of indecently shaped fungus. Its drooping form responded to her presence, growing erect and tall as it reached for her. She reached down, petting one on the head. It grew harder and the others around it pressed in close. She bent over further, grabbing hold of a penis-shaped fungus in each hand and beginning to stroke them sensually.

They quickly began to quiver then pulse, ejaculating a thick gooey substance into her hands. Naleath watched as the woman turned her hands over, opening them up and looking at the goo covering her palms. “Coming along nicely,” she said with a pleased nod, lifting a hand to her face and licking it. “And so tasty,” she added before standing then approaching Naleath, still holding both hands up to keep the goo in them from dripping out of her palms.

The creature holding Naleath lowered her body so she and Gardner were at eye level with each other.

“Here,” the Gardner said as she approached Naleath, holding a goo-covered hand in front of Elve’s mouth. “Taste. Experience what my Druidic stewardship over this place has brought about in such a short time.”

“Ew,” Naleath said, gagging at the smell of the goo and turning her head away. “Never!”

The Gardner withdrew her hand, keeping it palm up to keep the goo from dripping out of it. “You will,” she said coolly, her voice full of sinister confidence.

Naleath turned to face her, opening her eyes to glare at the woman. As soon as she opened her eyes the woman swung the hand she hadn’t offered to Naleath at her face. The goo-filled palm slapped hard into her cheek, the mess from the phallic fungus splattering and making the strike sting even more than it would have.

The Gardner ignored Naleath’s yelp of surprised pain. “Taste it,” she said again. “No, you must learn that disobedience will be punished. Not a taste, lick my hand clean.”

Her first refusal had been a gut reaction of revulsion. But the slap to her face had awoken something in Naleath. She glared at the Gardner, the strong, defiant woman she knew she was replacing the pathetic, weak victim she’d been a moment ago.

“Never,” Naleath snarled. “I do not know who you are, but it is clear to me you are no god or forest spirit. You are a Druid, you’ve admitted so yourself. Clearly a powerful one, clearly working to advance the evil power we in the Sisterhood call The Corruption. I will not fear you. Nothing you can do can make me lick that vile, perverse, foul slime from your hand.”

The Gardner stood, patiently letting Naleath speak without interruption. She waited till the Night Elve was done with her defiant outburst then nodded. “Are you impressed with my creature?” she asked.

“What?” Naleath asked, the question so unexpected it took her a moment to make sense of the words. “Creature? What creature?”

“The one holding you,” the Gardner replied patiently. “Or had you forgotten?”

Naleath opened her mouth to respond then closed it. She HAD forgotten. How? How could she forget the nightmare beast had hold of her, that it existed?

“It’s a stunning beauty,” the Gardner said, looking up at the beast. It shivered at her glance, pleased to receive the praise. “I spent a great deal of time making it. It needed to be conceived, birthed, then sculpted as it grew into the perfection you’ve become so intimate with.” She had been staring up at the monster as she spoke, her expression distant as memories ran through her head.

“But it must be a nightmare to you,” she said, looking back at Naleath and locking eyes with her. “To be so easily defeated. Savaged. Violated.” She moved closer with every word. “And just before it began bringing you to me, it injected a toxin into your perfect perky little Elven breasts. Do you know what that toxin has done? What it is still doing?”

Naleath was breathing fast and heavy, intimidated by the closeness of the woman. This close she could smell the woman, a disturbingly enticing mix of earthy and sexual odors that filled her mind with indecent thoughts. Distracted by the woman’s alluring musk Naleath found herself unable to fathom where the evil woman was going.

“It made them grow,” Naleath finally said, knowing as soon as the words left her mouth it wasn’t the right answer.

“Only an unintentional side-effect,” The Gardner said. “By now you’ll have been experiencing its true purpose, but you probably don’t realize it. Thinking has become more difficult, hasn’t it? You’re feeling easily distracted and confused, struggling to connect ideas, losing thoughts. Your mental reactions have been slowed and dulled. Your physical reactions as well. If I were to make the creature release you, give you a weapon and offer you the chance to kill me you’d have no chance. I’ve no martial training yet your mental and physical reflexes would be so slow and muddled I’d be able to easily disarm you.”

The fact that Naleath had to struggle to follow what the Gardner was saying was all the proof Naleath needed to know she was speaking the truth.

“That was the true purpose. But yes, it did make your tiny breasts grow ever so slightly. But that, my pretty Night Elve, is not what should concern you about what it’s done to your breasts. You must have noticed how sensitive they have become. A slight breeze now felt so intensely it would drive you to distraction.”

She paused, giving Naleath time to process the words. “Lick it clean,” she said, stepping closer and holding the hand still full of the fungal ejaculate up to her mouth. “Be a good little Elven slut and lick it clean.”

Naleath was confused by the sudden return to the previous demand. She furrowed her brow, trying to understand why the evil woman had so suddenly returned to it. Was it connected to what she’d said about her breasts?

“No,” Naleath said after struggling to decipher the situation. “No, I refuse.”

The Gardner smiled, her face serene and calm. No hint of annoyance or frustration at Naleath’s refusal.

It happened so fast that Naleath didn’t understand where the pain was coming from at first. She howled, a shriek of pain echoing through the thick air of the corrupted forest around her. The pain continued, a twisting increase of agony. Slowly, her scream fading into a gasping whimper, she realized the Gardner had used her free hand to grab one of Naleath’s nipples and twist it.

The overwhelming pain lingered after the woman let go of her nipple. An echo of sensation, as if the feeling had been so immense her body had not been able to process it all at once.

Naleath’s body went limp, her head fell forward. She was breathing in quick, short, desperate pants. “Please,” she whimpered. “Not again.”

“Then lick it clean,” the Gardner answered, her voice maddeningly calm.

Naleath lifted her head, looking at the ejaculate in the woman’s hand. Sobbing, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. The Gardner moved her hand to the captive Elve’s mouth, holding it there while Naleath slowly licked it clean. From the disgusted look on the Elven woman’s face it was clear she found the ejaculate disgusting. She gagged and nearly retched each time she had to swallow but her fear was so great she continued licking up the ejaculate.

The Gardner spoke as Naleath struggled through the ordeal of licking her palm clean. “I know less about your history than I’d like to so I’ve no idea if cum is something you would have ever tasted. If you haven’t, I assure you I’ve managed to cultivate this breed of Fertile Fungus to perfection. The taste and texture are so close to that of semen that most would not be able to tell the difference.”

Naleath did not finish processing what the Gardner’s words meant till after she’d licked the last of the Fertile Fungus’ cum off the woman’s hand. When she realized what it was she began to gag then dry heaved, wanting to vomit the cum back up but forcing herself to keep it down out of fear at what the Gardner would do to her if she did.

She turned her back on Naleath and walked away from her, raising her arms as she did. “This forest is mine now,” she declared. “I’ve sowed The Corruption into its soil, cultivated its infusion into every plant and tree.” She turned, looking back at Naleath. “But my work is far from done. The forest, the corrupted forest, must expand. And what has already been changed must be corrupted further.”

“And you,” she said, pointing at Naleath, “will help whether you want to or not.”

* * *

Naleath knelt, naked and quivering in the center of a temple, sensing it was either the heart of the dark power of the corrupted forest or a place that fueled it. As sinister and vile as the place was Naleath was unable to ignore how impressive the temple was.

Its “ceiling” was sculpted with living trees, Druidic magic used to grow and reshape them. They were twisted together and mutated, creating a circular domed one-room temple with tree pillars running around its edges about every five feet. The “floor” was made of dense, thick roots that were so perfectly interwoven that they were nearly as solid and flat as a wooden floor in a normally constructed building would have been.

None of the perversely shaped plants were present within the temple, adding to the sense of it being a “cleaner” place. Also unique to the inside of the temple were vibrant red flowers growing out of the arboreal pillars, walls, and ceiling. They shimmered and glowed, occasionally releasing twinkling wisps of magical energy that floated up into the air and gathered in the domed ceiling above. As they slowly dissolved they sent a gradual light shower of faint sparking red glittery light down onto the rest of the temple.

It would be a beautiful place if it didn’t feel so evil, Naleath thought bitterly as she waited for the Gardner to reveal why she’d been brought there. The monster that had been carrying her was gone, although Naleath doubted the Gardner had let her pet wander very far.

Aside from the Gardner nothing was keeping her kneeling on the floor of the forest temple. Even the temple itself seemed to provide no obstacle to escape. With the open “walls” only broken up by the occasional tree pillar it would be a simple thing for her to stand and run out of the temple into the forest.

IF she could stand. IF she could run. And IF the forest itself didn’t present countless unseen perverse dangers that were, for the time being, held at bay by the power of the temple.

“Why have you brought me here?” Naleath finally asked, head bowed as she stared at the root floor.

“I need your help,” the Gardner began, speaking with perfect calm and poise. “I have a powerful spell I need to cast and I need you to provide much of what will fuel that spell.”

Naleath looked up and saw the Gardner with her arms raised above her head, looking at the floating wisps gathered in the domed ceiling above. The tribal tattoos all over her naked body were glowing red, pulsing in intensity. With a glance up Naleath could see that the glowing wisps were pulsing too, perfectly in sync with her tattoos. Naleath did not doubt that even with her Elven ability to sense magic more easily she had never felt power like that which was flowing from the temple into the Gardner.

“What can I provide that you don’t already have?” Naleath asked. The Gardner was a powerful Druid and Naleath suspected her powers went beyond that.

“You’ve much to offer me,” the Gardner replied, still looking up at the ceiling as she gathered the power of the place into herself. “Things I cannot offer and even if I COULD would not care to.”

“What things?” Naleath demanded. She was too weak to escape. Too weak to fight. But she was not so defeated as to be free of annoyance at the way the woman was toying with her.

The air in the temple grew suddenly still, the forest outside unnaturally quiet. The Gardner’s tattoos and wisps all glowed intensely for a moment then faded, seeming to take the natural illumination with them. In a world shrouded in unnatural darkness Naleath was barely able to make out the Gardner turning to look at her, her eyes burning with sparking red power.

She grinned evilly at Naleath, waiting till the Night Elve was shaking with apprehension. “I need your terror,” she declared, her voice booming and echoing around them. Not through the air, but rather through the trees and roots.

Naleath was unsure whether the Gardner was speaking through the corrupted forest or if it was speaking through her. With both options equally as intimidating, she gave the response she knew the woman wanted: terror.

The lighting of the world returned to normal. “And I need your revulsion,” the Gardner added, lowering her arms as she turned to face Naleath. She stared at her, an expectant, patient smile on her face.

Three hunched, squat figures emerged from different directions of the forest, standing upright only when they advanced. Each advanced till it stood between tree pillars at the edge of the temple, looking to the Gardner for permission to come further in. Each kept glancing at Naleath, their impatient expressions and leering looks making it clear they would advance on her as soon as they were given permission.

Grumplocs. Three of them, large and repulsive. Their gross, wide bodies and awkwardly long limbs were such a perfect meeting of animal and person-like that it enhanced their unperson-hood. Their too-large heads with those gross pigfaces made her skin crawl and when they looked at her with lecherous greed in their sinister beady eyes it made her want to curl up in a ball to hide her body from their eyes.

But there was more to the way they looked when they glanced at her. Something in the frantic, anxious way they barely kept their distance. A barely controlled impatience that was coming from a place of great discomfort.

“These three lovely pets of mine have been prevented from cumming for a very, VERY long time,” the Gardner declared.

It was only then that Naleath allowed herself to look between the monster’s legs. She’d expected to be disgusted by the sight of their monster dicks which were so long she knew they’d lay half on the ground thanks to the way they squatted when not moving. She saw that not only were their members thicker than she’d feared, but their balls were significantly larger as well.

Normally their drooping testicles hung grossly down, the skin so loose their balls were left looking too small. But not these Grumplocs. Their balls were huge, each swollen so largely they seemed to each be nearly the size of a melon. Their uncomfortable, impatient shifting suddenly made sense. They needed to drain their balls.

“No,” Naleath gasped, falling back onto her ass and scrambling along the floor backward as she stared at one of the Grumplocs in horror and revulsion. Then, remembering it was not the only one, her head twisted and she saw she’d been moving towards one of the others. “NO,” she gasped louder, falling over and beginning to crawl in another direction. It took her only a moment before she’d turned and realized she’d begun heading towards the third one.

She ended up back in the center of the temple, sitting with her knees pressed up against her chest and her arms wrapped protectively around them as she tried to hide as much of her naked body from their gaze. She was rocking back and forth, muttering, “no,” repeatedly.

“Yesssssssss,” the Gardner hissed, “just like that!” She threw her arms up again and began chanting a spell. Red energy flowed out of her, up into the air above where it swirled around the wisps before flowing back down into her.

Naleath noticed some of this flowing energy would peel off as it approached the Gardner and began to come towards her. It was a faint flow of magic, one barely noticeable but alarming nonetheless and something she forgot about almost at once.

As soon as the Gardner began chanting the Grumplocs started to advance. They came at her quickly, not running but with an eager advance that even if she’d not been so weakened she’d have had little chance of escaping. As they came for her each grabbed their foul, disfigured monster dicks and held them as they swelled and grew hard.

By the time they reached her each of them was fully erect, although an erect Grumploc cock was not nearly as hard as the penis of a fully erect Human or Elven man would be. That ever-present sagging droop to the already shocking length only made their dicks seem larger, as if their bodies didn’t have enough blood to fill their members.

Naleath panicked as they neared, far too aware of what the monster’s members, and their vile semen, would do to her. She tried to jump to her feet, needing to at least try and run away. But the toxins that had been injected into her breasts were still affecting her, making her weak and clumsy. She got to her feet but stumbled back down to her knees, grunting in frustration and terror as the three monsters closed in on her.

She’d feared and expected them to grab her and flip her over then pin her to the ground and mount her like an animal from behind. But they didn’t. They’d been so eager to reach her yet once they were standing around her, looming over her, they had stopped.

Each held its monstrous cock, staring at her with small eyes full of carnal hunger. They were all panting with excitement, licking the small tusk-like teeth that extended up from the bottom of their mouths.

What are they waiting for? Naleath looked at the Gardner to see if she seemed to be commanding them. She was chanting her incantation, slowly moving around the edge of the temple as she did. Her gaze was locked on the figures in the center of the room but she showed no sign of commanding the Grumplocs.

Naleath was so focused on the Gardner she didn’t see the Grumploc to her left lift its cock up. She wasn’t aware of it swinging it at her face till the monster’s dick slapped into the cheek.

She fell away from the Grumploc, yelping in shock then grunting in disgust when she realized what had slapped her in the face. She got back up on her knee, glaring at the monster and reaching up to touch her cheek. Her skin stung where it had cock-slapped her, but worse was the sticky dampness it had splattered on her face. Confused at first, it was only then she saw that all three Grumploc cocks were oozing a steady stream of monster precum.

“G-get away from me,” she stuttered in fear to the one that had cock-slapped her, moving away from it and too afraid to realize she was backing up into another one.

It had been holding its cock up, positioning it so that she backed her head into the underside of it. Caught by surprise, she moved to turn her head to see what she’d impacted.

The Grumploc grabbed her head with its free hand and shoved her face into the area at the base of its cock where its ballsack began. It pressed itself into her face, wriggling its hips from side to side. She pushed at its legs, her screams muffled by its cock and balls.

It let go of her, allowing her to push herself away from it. She was gasping for air, clawing at her face to try and remove the feel of its sweaty balls from her skin. She’d needed to breathe but as she gasped for air she tried to make herself stop, gagging as the rank musk of the thing’s unwashed member assaulted her senses.

She fell to her knees and tried to retch, desperate to be free of the stank surrounding the monster’s cock that now clung to her face. It was more than just how disgusting it smelt. It was more than how violated and soiled she felt having that odor clinging to her skin. It was what she knew their cock-musk would do to her, what she knew the powerful pheromones soaked into its stinky cock WERE doing to her.

The third Grumploc grabbed her long, white hair and jerked her up. She yelped in pain, moving to grab the monster’s hand and try and free herself. Before she could it swung its dick at her, cock-slapping her across the face. Naleath let out an indignant grunt that was answered by another cock-slap to the face from one of the other Grumplocs then a third cock-slap. They croak-snorted happily as they bludgeoned the pretty Night Elve’s face with their monster cocks, the precum oozing from them splattering all over her as they did.

“No,” Naleath snarled, trying to twist away. “Get off of me you disgusting cre-”

Her word was cut off by a cock-slap to the mouth. Before she could open her mouth to speak again the one holding her hair jerked her head to the side, pressing its cock into her face. It rubbed it from side to side, grunting happily as it did.

It was too much. Naleath managed to find the strength and coordination to punch the beast’s arm hard enough to make it let go of her hair. Snarling with rage, she reeled away from it, coughing as the beast’s thick cock-stank clung to her face.

“Do not lay a hand on me again,” she barked, the true her back and ready to fight. “Keep those filthy monstrous members away from my fa-”

She was silenced by two Grumplocs swinging their huge cocks at her face at the same time, slapping into her hard enough to knock her onto her back. Before she registered what had happened to her they were on top of her, pinning her to the ground and rubbing their dicks all over her.

One rubbed its cock on her face, smearing an ever-increasing amount of slimy precum across her pretty features. Another slapped her small, swollen breasts as it croak-snorted with glee, stopping to rub oozing precum all over her nipples every few cock-slaps. The third cock-slapped her hairless, perfectly smooth Elven pussy, smearing a river of precum all over it.

She wiggled and kicked and fought, none of it making any difference. When she could she screamed for help, shouting threats and curses. She demanded they get off her, vowing to kill them all.

But as they continued to smother her with their cocks her resistance began to falter. She struggled less. She shouted less. It was not a submission of accepted defeat but rather the dulled mental and physical responses of a drugged woman. The thick stank of their cocks was finally beginning to affect her, the pheromones in it, and in the precum they were smothering all over her naked body, soaking into her.

By the time her resistance died the precum leaking from their monster-cocks had become so voluminous that it was more like they were constantly cumming a little at a time. They began using it as lubrication to better rub up against her, to hump her face and tits and pussy.

“No,” she sobbed. “Please, I’m begging you, not this. Not their semen. I’ll do anything,” she cried. “Betray the Sisterhood. Bring you any of my fellow sisters, doom them to this fate. But not me, PLEASE!”

The Gardner continued to chant, having heard Naleath’s pleading and ignoring it.

The Grumplocs shifted then, no longer content to leak and smear rivers of monster-cum on her body.

The one using her face began pressing its cock against her lips, forcing cum into her mouth. She’d tried closing her mouth, sealing her lips, but she was already too far gone from what their cock-stank had done to her. She was already thirsty for their cum and just a taste was enough to make her open her mouth. Soon it had hold of her head and was squatting over her as it fucked her face. She choked and gagged as it savaged her mouth and throat, cum spurting steadily out of its cock. Naleath cried tears of despair as she felt the desperate need for more of its cum in her.

At the same time the Grumploc that had been rubbing cum onto her pussy began rubbing it into her. That quickly shifted to the beast pressing its monster-cock deeper into her cunt, the cum constantly flowing from it easing its entry. By the time it was fucking Naleath her cunt was already overflowing with cum. It squelched noisily out of her pussy every time it thrust into her, pooling up on the ground under her faster than it could soak into the roots the floor was made of.

The third Grumploc continued playing with her tits but eventually pushed one of the others out of the way to take a turn fucking her cunt. Once that happened the one making use of her face pulled away, waiting for its turn at her pussy. They fucked her, one after the other, over and over again while each came in her multiple times during each of their turns.

For Naleath the ordeal was a disorienting mix of pain and pleasure, revulsion and addictive hunger. The taste of their cum made her want to retch yet each time she tasted it her hunger for it grew stronger. Their heavy musk made her want to claw her nose off, yet she found herself huffing their scent with greed she’d not known she was capable of.

She understood what was happening to her, knew their pheromones were working to melt her mind and turn her into an eager, obedient thing. A brainless eager piece of livestock that would exist only to pleasure the Grumplocs while they use her to breed their young. She knew that their cum would change her body, doing permanent damage to her mind and altering her biology so that they could eventually impregnate her and ensure it would not take her long to birth the Grumploc.

As she’d first started to sink into the terrifying bliss of what they were doing to her mind she’d been pulled back. The pain of the Grumploc’s cock sliding into her body had shocked her back out of the pheromone haze she’d been sinking into. It was too big, far thicker than her body was made for. Yet not so large that fitting in her would be impossible while all the cum flowing into her made the entry more possible.

The way it had stretched her cunt as it entered her was a pain she’d not imagined. The feeling of violation as this thing she was so repulsed by entered her, that she had imagined. Only it was worse, far, FAR worse than her worst nightmares.

And then it had pressed far enough into her for the first of the dot-like bumps that covered its shaft to enter her. An added stretching she’d not expected, a flash of pain that had sent her mind reeling. Then came another, and another, and another. The feel of the bumps being pressed into her vaginal opening left her feeling like she was experiencing that first moment of being stretched open repeatedly.

That thickness filling her was more than she could mentally process, as was just how deep into her the monster was able to move its cock into her. She began to lose track of where her body ended and the creature’s began, the violation so complete she felt as though she was melding with the monster. Yet even that seemed like nothing compared to what came next.

When it had first begun to pull back out of her the feel of its bump-covered shaft sliding out of her wet insides sent unexpected waves of pleasure cascading through her body. The cum was doing more than making her submissive, more than priming her for impregnation. It ensured she felt pleasure, overwhelming and unwanted pleasure that quickly reached a crescendo resulting in sexual climax.

Every violation she’d felt before the moment she came felt like nothing in comparison. For this foul creature she’d hated and feared so long to make her reach climax? It was a violation she’d have rather died before facing. And worst of all was how she was left wanting more of it. When she came a second time the desire for the monster to give her another orgasm nearly broke her. Only the muddled state of her mind kept the forced pleasure from pushing her into madness.

By her third orgasm it wasn’t often a clear thought ran through her head but when one did it tended to cling to her mind, repeating till she could manage to form a new one. How can being fucked and impregnated against my will feel so good? A thought that she knew would haunt her for the rest of her life. Even should her mind remain intact at the end of the ordeal, if she should somehow escape or be saved, the thought would always be with her.

The end came suddenly. The Grumploc fucking her came one last time then pulled out, a river of cum flowing thickly out of her stretched and soiled cunt as it left her. She’d expected, even been eager for, another to take its place. But it didn’t. Sated and tired, the three Grumplocs had limped away, disappearing into the forest.

She whimpered, rolled over slightly then weakly reached after them. Whining like a dog, only caring about receiving more of their cum and feeling the pleasure of letting them use her.

Her pathetic wants were interrupted by something flowing into her. Naleath rolled onto her back, her spine arching as her chest was thrust into the air. Red magic flowed through the Gardner then into the cum-leaking Night Elf, centering in her belly and soaking deep into her body and soul.

And then Naleath collapsed, her body limp with exhausted and forever changed.

The magic that had entered her had repaired much of her shattered mind, enough that Naleath was fully aware of what had happened. She was too exhausted to do more than lay unmoving on her back, cum oozing from her, and sobbing while she felt what had been done to her body.

“So violated,” she sobbed softly. She managed to lift her head slightly, looking at herself before letting her head drop back down. “My perfect Elven body… soiled… ruined…”

“Oh, my dumb Elve-meat, you’ve no idea,” the Gardner said with a weak sigh of exertion.

Naleath looked up at her. She’d sounded weak. She saw that the woman looked tired and that she was leaning on a staff made of intertwined roots for support. It was the first time Naleath had seen the evil woman free of the maddening perfect composure she’d displayed till that point. It gave her a glimmer of hope that this woman was not as impossible to defeat as she seemed.

“The ritual,” the Gardner said, breathing heavily. “You must be wondering what it’s done to you.”

Naleath was too weak and beaten to show defiance. If this evil Druid was to be defeated it would not be by her. But not far from where she lay was Almerry Keep, an imposing garrison of the Sisterhood of Righteousness manning the small castle. They would defeat this woman, maybe even free her when they did.

“The ritual has ensured the Grumplocs impregnated you,” the Gardner explained.

Naleath winced, weakly lifting a shaking hand and placing it on her stomach. Would the violations never end? Each worse than the last… But this one, what could be worse than this? To birth one of those vile beasts… Nothing. Nothing could be worse.

“But a ritual was not needed for that. Perhaps you knew, or maybe not, but their cum is a true marvel! Enough of it will ensure a woman can be impregnated by them regardless of whether she would normally have been fertile. And with as much as they pumped into you? Why just look at the puddle of the stuff around you, you’re practically floating in it.

“The ritual has done MORE than that. It has ensured you’ve been impregnated. It will ensure the time before you birth the Grumploc is much shorter than normal. And then,” she paused, the smile she was flashing at Naleath making her fear what she’d say next, “after the birth you will find yourself impregnated again. Oh, they WILL fuck you once you’ve recovered from the birth, but that won’t matter. No matter how many Grumplocs you birth you will find yourself pregnant with another. You’ll live out the rest of your life birthing Grumploc after Grumploc till your body has no more to offer.”

“W-why?” Naleath sobbed, the cruelty of it all almost too much for her to comprehend.

The Gardner shrugged, an answer far more devastating than the reveal of any evil plot could ever have been.

“I’ve no specific plans for the Grumplocs. I only know that my corrupted forest will be a more perverse place with a village of them living within it. Three could have bred a whole village. With enough time. With enough women. But that would take years. Thanks to you it will not. There will be a full village of them before the others in Almerry Keep even notice you’re missing.”

“Then it is part of a plot,” Naleath hissed. “You’re a servant of The Corruption working to destroy the Sisterhood!”

Again, the Gardner shrugged. “Perhaps,” she said with painful disinterest. “I know The Corruption far better than you, enough to know I serve it. I do it happily, but to what ends? I neither know nor care.

“I have been provided with the power to create and grow this corrupted forest. I know the women of the Sisterhood will oppose me when they become aware of it. I look forward to my battles with them. Not because it will further the will of The Corruption, which I’ve no doubt it will, but rather because I simply like to antagonize others.

“Especially women,” she added. “Especially women like YOU. Like them,” she said, waving vaguely in the direction of Almerry Keep.

“I am happy to be an ignorant piece of a larger game I can’t see. I am eager for the battles I will be made to fight, eager to meet the women I will face and defeat. And humiliate. And violate. Eager for you to be the first of MANY.”

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The sun shone through the green haze that hung over the corrupted forest, shining a slightly green light on an open area that had only recently been cleared of trees. A creek ran through the clearing, a small number of primitive huts freshly constructed filling much of the open land. A handful of adult Grumplocs wandered about the small village, working to build new dwellings for the younger members of their tribe.

These young Grumplocs were much smaller than their adult counterparts, but they wouldn’t remain that way for long. Within days they would grow from the size of a small Goblin to that of a full-grown member of their race. These smaller Grumplocs were not children. They were born with enough race memory that they knew all they needed for them to contribute to their crude society. They were also sexually mature at the moment of birth, a functional adult in all but size.

All the huts in the village looked nearly identical except for one. It sat in the center of the small settlement, much larger than the others.

A large throne, primitive but imposing, filled the back of the hut. Sitting on it was a Grumploc unlike any of the others. He was larger, his body covered in imposing, dense muscles. There was something in his eyes the other Grumplocs lacked, an intelligence that went beyond their simple, almost-beast-like minds. There was cunning, sinister and cruel, in his beady little eyes.

He sat on the throne, a crown made of sticks and rough red gems found in the nearby river adorned on his head, signifying he was king of the Grumplocs. His demeanor was lazy and content, knowing his loyal Grumplocs would need no instruction from him anytime soon. He had time to relax and that was what he was doing.

Lounging on the throne, with his legs spread open, he grinned in lazy joy at the thing kneeling before him. He knew she had once been something else, but he’d only ever known her for what she was now, a fertile fucktoy that was helping him grow his tribe. She’d birthed him first then birthed all the other Grumplocs in the village and soon she would birth another.

In the meantime she would do what she was doing then: bring him pleasure.

The pretty fuck-thing with its bluish-gray skin and long pointed ears spent nearly all her time at his feet. She spent much of THAT time adoringly showering his cock with affection.

More virile than any other Grumploc, the king’s cock was not just longer and thicker but ALWAYS hard (or at least as hard as any Grumploc’s cock ever was). He could cum as many times as he wished, something his adoring fuckmeat and breeding sow took great advantage of. She greedily worked his kingly cock to climax, hungrily slurping down any cum that wasn’t used to impregnate her.

She was at that time holding the Grumploc king’s cock with both arms wrapped around its thick girth, the massive length running up the center of her face and draped slightly over the top of her head. She rubbed her face back and forth on its meaty underside, licking and inhaling its rank stank. Each time her tongue touched it or she breathed in the pheromones steaming off it her eyes would roll up into her head and she would grin the mad grin of an addict getting their next fix.

The Grumploc King loved his pathetic fuckmeat breeding sow, at least as much as one could love a thing. But he was already wishing for some variety. He desired more, a different piece of fuckmeat to please his kingly cock. And it wouldn’t be bad to have more breeding sows to help him grow his tribe.

He knew it was possible, although also knew other women would not be able to breed members of his tribe as easily or quickly.

“Mrgl flerg’n blaaaaa’!”

His thing looked past his cock as he spoke the simple words of his language in guttural, croaking wet tones.

She nodded, forcing herself to focus past his cock. He knew her capable of speech as she often would mumble, “King Grumploc,” repeatedly as she loved on his member. He even understood the words of her strange language, although neither he nor his Grumplocs were able to form such sounds.

It took a command to make his thing concentrate, to make her mind focus enough to form thoughts and clear words. With the command spoken, and a few moments to center her mind, she answered him.

“Yes King Grumploc, there are other women, and not far.”

“Grrr’umpt plagh choo!” King Grumploc sat up, tense with excitement.

“Yes,” she answered, nodding again before rubbing her face against his cock. With her eyes closed, grinning in joy from the feel of his gross, bumpy, veiny cock against her cheek she continued. “Strong women like I used to be. Ones who could birth many beautiful Grumplocs before they become too used up to be of any more use to the tribe.”

“Mrrrpl. Grum’polt cheeeeem!”

“Yes, Lord,” she answered, pausing to lick his cock and shudder in delight before continuing. “I want nothing more than to help you breed your army. I’ll birth you more warriors. And even though it would pain me near to death I’d even be willing to leave your side for a short time if it meant helping you capture more women to breed.”

“Grrrrr… Flg’n poosh cheee,” King Grumploc said, relaxing.

“I’d not want to leave your side either,” she purred, rubbing her face into his cock. “Only if you wish. But I can still help while I remain here. When I try I can remember things… A place. A keep. Strong but with weaknesses. Women fill it, strong women but women with weaknesses. One by one they can fall till the entire keep falls.”

King Grumploc nodded, eager to begin.

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The Fall of Almerry Keep continues in “Amoera’s Corruption”.

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