As part of my initiative to focus more on free releases and less on publishing ebooks this story is being republished for free. I’ll slowly be going through it, re-reading and re-editing then posting it chapter by chapter. Once I’m caught up to where I was when last working on it the story will return to being a poll driven story till an ending is reached!

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The Tale of the Nemorvian Band

Preface: “On Nemorvians” an excerpt from “Adlar Ashton’s Guide to Alaria”

The Nemorvians are one of the strangest races in all of Alaria. To begin with there are only female Nemorvians, male Nemorvians do not exist. Impregnating them is hard, something that adds pleasantly to the life most lead (but more on that later). If one does manage to get pregnant the child will always be female and always be a full-blooded Nemorvian.

Physically they are about as humanoid as most other races in Alaria. Their basic shape is like that of a Human female, although they tend to be of a much thicker build than the average Human or Common Elve. Their skin is generally a shade of copper brown that looks much like that of a common brown cow, although the exact shade and coloration varies. This is only one of the physical features the Nemorvians share in common with these bovine beasts. They also have small cow-like horns while their ears are slightly larger than a Human’s, with the way they extended making them look nearly bovine in nature.

Yet it is not their horns or strange animalistic ears most notice first when encountering a Nemorvian, it is their breasts. They all have thick, heavy, overlarge breasts with many members of the race having breasts so large that they seem unnatural. What’s more, every Nemorvian lactates for their entire life once they reach sexual maturity. This milk is highly sought after. It tastes delicious but this is not the reason it is so valued. If ingested by a male it will immediately make them hard and horny as well as giving a small burst of energy similar to what one feels when drinking a reinvigoration potion.

This is one of the reasons that most Nemorvians spend their lives as whores. Aside from their desirable large breasts their milk can make any man hard and ready to fuck even if he has just ejaculated. This means that if a man has the inkling, and the coin, he can fuck a Nemorvian till he is physically exhausted.

There is another reason that most Nemorvians live their lives as prostitutes. Each one, no matter how strongly willed, seems unable to resist a man’s member when it is erect. The mere sight of it will turn each Nemorvian into a drooling, mindless, horny, meek bimbo willing to do whatever they are told as long as the act is sexual in nature.

Most Nemorvian’s live their lives happily as whores, valued members of brothels or as personal slaves to some of the richest or most powerful in Alaria. But there are a few stronger-willed Nemorvians who try to lead a different kind of life. Some take up lives as priestesses as part of a religion that is sexual centered, most normally Oohr or Ynara worship. Some rare few are known to try to take up the life of an Adventurer while there are even whispers of some becoming bandits with the hope of “saving” their enslaved sisters.

But where did these Nemorvians come from? No one is certain, but recorded history makes it clear that they were not always present in Alaria. Certainly before the Great Collapse there was no record of them.

There is one legend of their race’s origin that many put stock in, although the details vary depending on the source. Regardless, here is the legend in its most basic form: The Nemorvians were originally the female population of a large city-state or small kingdom. At one point a group of their women did something that insulted the goddess Ynara. The goddess of large breasts was left so angered that she cursed their entire population, transforming the women into the beings we now know as Nemorvians and making it so their bloodline would never again have men in it.

If this legend is true it’s an odd thing that so many Nemorvians now worship Ynara. Perhaps enough time has gone by that even they don’t remember the curse that created them, or perhaps the curse laid upon them by the goddess of large breasts has left a lingering need to worship the one that made them what they are. Most likely only the gods know if this legend is true, but as with all things I hope to one day discover the truth as I continue to research the hidden history of our world.

Chapter One: Bandit Attack

Nowlen Drezen sat in his carriage; the expensive curtains drawn as he casually ate pistachios and read the latest edition of Adlar Ashton’s Guide to Alaria. “Hmph,” he grumbled as he finished a passage in the chapter on the races of Alaria. “Adlar really has gone mad. To claim that some of the fat-uddered cows known as Nemorvians try to live lives other than that of a whore? Preposterous!”

The attractive, young noble was on his way to the city of Iphasea, the capital of the small kingdom of the same name. His family had business there with the king and he had been dispatched to conduct it.

Looking up from his book Nowlen thought on this. “About time Father starts entrusting the family business to me. As the first born it was always my birthright to take over from him. And now that he’s getting older, well…” He let the thought hang in the air, not needing to finish it. All of his brothers knew their father grew less formidable with every year that passed. They all knew it was well past time for one of them to take over the family business, they just needed to make the stubborn old man see this self-evident truth.

The carriage started to slow, irking Nowlen. He had told his coachman that he wanted to be at Iphasea before sundown and that he expected him to make good time on this journey. Angrily he leaned forward and opened the small window that looked out onto the high seat the coachman and the guard next to him sat on. “Why are we slowing?” he demanded.

“Sorry my Lord,” the coachmen, also the leader of Nowlen’s guard on this trip, replied. “But I don’t like the looks of the stretch of the road up ahead. T’would be the perfect place for an ambush by bandits. The road curves and the forest here is very thick with large branches hanging overhead. Archers could perch up there and—”

“And you’re just being paranoid!” Nowlen growled. “I know you’re paid to protect me, but really, you think a band of cowardly bandits are going to attack us? You’re both heavily armed and there are two more guards sitting on the back of the carriage. Father insisted on so many of you coming with me that I had hardly any room for my things!”

“But ser—”

“No, enough,” Nowlen snapped. “We must be to Iphasea before sundown. Now get a move on!”

With a huff of annoyance the young noble slammed the little window closed and threw his body back into his seat. In the process he dropped his book. Cursing, he leaned down to pick it back up just as the carriage picked up speed. “Stupid commoners, always incompetently troublesome. And look, the fool has made me lose my spot!” After picking the book back up he started to flip through its pages. “Dwarves, no, Bunordaens, no, Night Elves, no. Ah, here we are, Nemorvians.”

Having found his place he turned the page but before he could start reading the next passage he heard a sudden scream of pain followed immediately by the carriage veering off to one side. The young noble was jostled almost out of his seat as the carriage careened wildly. He expected the carriage to slow down, assuming at first that it had run over a large rock or a small, downed tree. But to his great surprise he felt the carriage speed up and could hear the coachman shouting for the horses to go faster.

Except, he realized, it wasn’t the coachman shouting at the horses, it was the voice of the guard who was sitting beside the man. Quickly Nowlen scrambled forward and threw open the little window, demanding to know what was going on. Even as the words left his mouth he could see the coachman leaning over, an arrow sticking out of his chest and fresh blood streaming into the hand holding the arrow.

“Bandits, ser,” the man said with a pained groan and a hint of an “I told you so,” in his voice. “Fired on us from above then leaped down onto horses they had waiting. They are giving chase now, best keep low,” he groaned, the warning punctuated by another arrow flying by. Ignoring Nowlen after the warning was given the man turned and shouted desperately to the men sitting on the back of the carriage, “Keep them back!”

Nowlen quickly slammed the window closed then scrambled around, throwing open the curtains that covered the small back window. He saw the two guards there, one loading a crossbow and another aiming one directly behind them. Barely visible through all the dust being kicked up by the speeding carriage were three cloaked figures on horses riding hard after them.

He saw that the one in the lead was armed with a bow and was taking aim. A moment after the bandit fired the guard who had been preparing to shoot his crossbow was hit. The man tumbled forward out of his seat, falling onto the road.

With a scream of alarm Nowlen slammed the curtains closed and sunk into his seat. He quickly looked around for his sword but remembered that it was packed with his things in a trunk secured to the roof of the carriage. Sweating profusely and his heart pounding he started to laugh madly to himself. “Wouldn’t matter anyways, was always shit at swordplay. My brothers were always better at such things.”

As he sunk down into his seat he heard a voice call out, “Keep ‘em back!”

The guard behind him called out, “I’m trying but they are too—” and then an abrupt scream cut him off. Nowlen heard a thump behind them, knowing the second guard back there was gone.

Nowlen started to sit up, thinking about peeking out the side window to see how close the bandits were, but there was no need. Shadowed figures of riders appeared through the curtains on both sides of the carriage. The bandits had caught up!

The door beside him was wrenched open, slamming into the side of the carriage and leaving him fully exposed. Looking out and backing away to the other side of the carriage he saw a cloaked rider standing up on their horse, riding hard and preparing to leap into the carriage with him. Then, with amazing grace, the figure did just that. As they landed they pointed the tip of a drawn blade at the noble and threw back its cloak.

The face that was revealed was a startling one. Not that of an old, grizzled man as most bandits were. Instead the face was young, pretty, and unmistakably feminine. Yet it was no Human woman looming above the cowering noble. The bandit’s skin was too dark, almost golden copper brown in tone. Her ears were too big and were long and pointed, but not like that of an Elve. They stuck out straight from her wild tangle of red-brown hair and looked more animal than Elven, each one pierced with three metal hoops of differing sizes. Sticking out of the woman’s hair were two small horns, yellow-brown in color and one with a golden ring around its base.

 “You’re a Nemorvian!” Nowlen shouted in surprise at the bandit.

The woman moved closer, pointing her blade at the Nowlen’s face. “And you’re a Human, but the coin we’re going to take from you will spend the same in my hands as it would in yours.” The woman was beautiful, even more so because of the fierce confidence in her voice.

Even with the blade in his face Nowlen was no longer afraid. “But you can’t possibly make a good bandit!” he proclaimed, smirking at the Nemorvian woman.

“And why not?” she asked, righting herself and opening her cloak to reveal a thick and extra curvy body barely contained in a tight outfit of leather and fur that left more of her brown skin revealed than covered.

Her giant breasts were barely contained in a fur-lined bikini top and as soon as he saw them he felt himself swell in response to the sight of so much indecent breast flesh on display. Happily he grinned at her, trying to keep her eyes off his hands as they quickly fumbled with the front of his pants. “Because I know your kind’s weakness,” he said, glad he had just read the passage on the woman’s race. He then quickly pulled his half-erect penis out of his pants and leaned back in his seat, waving it at her.

The woman’s eyes dart down and immediately locked in on the sight of his cock. She let out a small surprised, “Oh.” A moment later her tense body went slack, her sword lowering then dropping to the floor of the carriage. Her posture changed, leaning forward towards Nowlen’s cock as if magnetically drawn to it. She started licking her lips hungrily while moving towards it. She dropped onto her hands and knees as she approached then crawled the rest of the way to him.

The door to the carriage still hung open and there were still sounds of battle outside. Yet in that moment Nowlen was confident the remaining guards would take care of the other two bandits. He’d already taken care of this one and he planned on having a little well-deserved fun with her while the rest of the battle played out. And maybe, he thought, I’ll let my surviving men have a turn with her once the battle is done!

“I think we won’t be needing this,” Nowlen said, grabbing her top and yanking it off of the woman. The scant garment pulled free and fell to the floor, letting her magnificent huge breasts fall free. The noble marveled at them. He’d had many a whore and plenty of naïve young noble women, but never had he been face to face with breasts so large, full, and firmly thick. He grabbed hold of them with both hands and squeezed. As his hands sunk into them he appreciated how dense the Nemorvian’s tit-meat was.

As he squeezed them he saw a bit of white fluid squirt from her nipples causing him to giggle in glee. He kept squeezing one of her tits, squirting a large amount of creamy milk into his other hand. The woman moaned in pleasure as he did this, revealing that being milked was sexually arousing her.

He took the handful of milk and slathered it on his now rock-hard cock, jerking off a bit before grabbing the kneeling woman by the shoulders and pulling her closer. Soon her large breasts were resting in his lap, wrapped around his hard manhood. He squeezed them tight around his cock, cooing at how good their warm fat softness felt around his throbbing hardness. He was vaguely aware of her nipples leaking more milk, wetly staining his pants, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was fucking this magnificent creature’s tits.

The pretty young Nemorvian’s eyes were still locked on his member as if she had been hypnotized by the sight. She reached up and grabbed her breasts, pressing them in around his cock. She then started bouncing them up and down, titfucking his hard cock.

With his hands now free Nowlen decided her nipples needed more attention. He grabbed them both, pinching them hard and making the woman gasp then moan in pleasure. He pulled them together, grabbing hold of both with one hand and pinching hard as her tits bounced up and down his shaft. The woman stared down at his cock as it popped in and out of the top of her pressed breasts, her eyes opening in excitement each time it was thrust back into view.

“How goes things in here?” a female voice called out.

Nowlen looked up, remembering suddenly that a world outside of the breasts wrapped around his cock existed. He realized that the carriage had stopped and that it sounded as if only one of his men was still alive and fighting. There outside the carriage sat another Nemorvian woman, perched atop a horse with her cloak thrown back. This one had jet-black hair and looked even younger with smaller horns sticking out of her wild, windblown hair. Her breasts were still huge by the standards of most races’ women yet were significantly smaller than the pair wrapped around his cock.

The woman looking in saw what was going on. Her eyes opened in surprise. She looked as though she was about to call out but then the tip of Nowlen’s penis popped into view and her face eased, her eyes locked onto his cock. As if in a trance, she clumsily dismounted her horse and stumbled towards the carriage, climbing up into it.

With a pleased laugh Nowlen invited her forward, telling her to pull her tits out. With a blank, transfixed expression on her face she did as he commanded. “Is the third bandit another Nemorvian?” he asked. The black-haired woman nodded her head. “Well then, it doesn’t matter if she kills my last guard! She’ll be as easily dealt with as you two were. And then I’ll have THREE Nemorvian whore slaves to protect and serve me on the rest of my trip!”

The thought was enough to push him over the edge. With a groan of pleasure he started to ejaculate, his seed shooting up and hitting the first Nemorvian in the chin. She started to stop pleasuring him with her breasts but he told her not to. “I’m getting soft but that won’t last for long. You, with the black hair, come here! Let me drink your milk, it will get me hard and make it so I can keep fucking this one’s tits.” He looked down at her. “Do a good job, make me cum again and maybe I’ll even let you ride my hard cock in a little while.”

* * *

With a savage thrust Novaoa rammed her blade into the chest of the last of the guards. The man, big and strong and having fought savagely even with an arrow sticking out of his chest, dropped to his knees and groaned in pain then started to fall limp. Novaoa pulled her blade free from his chest, enjoying the shower of red that came spurting out as the man’s body fell to the ground.

Novaoa enjoyed even more the audible thud as the man’s body fell dead at her feet. She felt an almost sexual thrill in killing men. How could she not after having been enslaved and made to service them for so many years of her life? It was that forced servitude that convinced her she needed to not only free herself but free as many of her Nemorvian sisters as she could. The two she’d already liberated, the black-haired Kilne and the red-brown-haired Amitkoa were just the beginning. They were bandits now, but that was just to raise the coin they needed to buy better gear to free more of their sisters.

“Where are they?” Novaoa muttered, suddenly realizing there was no sign of either of the Nemorvian women. Amitkoa went into the carriage earlier and I sent Kilne to check on her, she thought, starting to get worried. She moved towards the carriage and immediately heard the unmistakable sounds of sex, for what whore of so many years would not instantly recognize that sound?

But Novaoa was no simple former whore, she was a Nemorvian. The sound of intercourse with a man was enough to get a biological response from her body. She felt the nipples on her humongous breasts harden. She felt her heart rate increase. She felt her slit moisten and start to throb with anticipation and need.

Cursing, she started to move towards the door of the carriage. She had to put an end to this, and fast. Yet she was already so excited. She made herself stop, realizing she was falling into the trap that had kept her enslaved for so many years. Should she turn and look into the carriage now it would all be over, her Nemorvian revolution dead before it truly began.

She needed to calm her body and clear her mind first. Novaoa leaned her back against the side of the carriage, throwing her cloak open and revealing her massive breasts. They had always been big, even for a Nemorvian, and their size had only increased as she had grown older and her body got thicker. Her new life as a bandit hadn’t managed to burn off any of her curves, Nemorvians just didn’t work that way.

Like her fellow Nemorvians the leather and fur outfit she wore was little more than a bikini. Every member of her race hated wearing clothing, finding even loose-fitting and skimpy clothing to be suffocating. Yet she knew they couldn’t ride naked through the wild woods. She insisted that she and her fellow revolutionary bandits wear SOME clothing. Yet the clothing the three women wore was easily taken off or simply pulled aside when needed.

As Novaoa leaned back against the carriage she dropped her sword and pulled her huge breasts free of her top, breathing deep in satisfaction as she felt the cool air of the shaded forest on her hot and hungry flesh. Her nipples were already rock hard, her huge areolas pebbled and raised in ripples of rigid flesh, her nubs engorged and large. She arched her back and started pinching them, squeezing her breasts and sending some of her milk shooting out before her into the dirt road.

She moaned and pressed back against the carriage, trying not to concentrate on the sound of fucking coming from inside. She could picture it so clearly, one of her fellow bandits in some man’s lap, riding him wildly, her big tits bouncing up and down in his face. The sucking and slurping sounds she heard made her picture the other one sitting next to him as he sucked on her tits, drinking her milk and keeping himself hard.

One of Novaoa’s hands drifted southward, dipping into the garment that covered her womanhood. Her fingertips danced around and then across her clit, making her gasp and grind her back into the carriage. Then she moved her hand lower, curling her fingers into her dripping wet cunt.

For a time the leader of the Nemorvian band of bandits stood there, her back arched and pressed against the carriage, her huge breasts thrust out as she furiously masturbated while listening to her fellow bandits fucking the man they were robbing. Finally she managed to rise to climax, biting her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. She had no desire for her followers to know she had to clear her mind like this before saving them.

With a deep breath of satisfaction Novaoa pulled her hand from her pants, lifting it to her face to lick the juices off her fingers and smell the heady, pungent scent of her womanhood. Then, putting her huge breasts back in her top, she righted herself and picked her sword up from the ground where she had let it drop.

One more deep breath then she turned, closing her eyes then leaping into the open carriage. Even with her mind clear she knew she’d have to act fast. She opened her eyes to the sight she had imagined: Amitkoa sitting in the man’s lap facing him, riding his cock. Kilne sat beside him, holding one of her breasts up as the man drank her milk.

Novaoa yanked Amitkoa off the man’s lap then lunged forward, ramming her sword into his chest. He screamed even louder, milk leaking out of his open mouth as he looked at Novaoa in surprise. She pulled her sword out of his chest then lopped his head off just as the look of surprise changed to one of terror. Amitkoa and Kilne screamed in horror as his head fell to the floor with a thud, quickly pulling away from the now headless body.

“He had to die,” Novaoa said firmly. “Every man that uses his cock to try and tame us has to die,” she added even more firmly.

Both women recover quickly, pulling their clothing back on and staring at the corpse spilling blood all over the finery of the inside of the carriage with hate.

“I warned you,” Novaoa said. “You must keep from looking at men’s members, especially when they are hard. Even a glance is enough to make us stupid, obedient, and turn us back into drooling whores. Try harder next time.”

Both women nodded, seemingly ashamed.

“Now come on, we must loot the carriage and be off. I expect to find a lot of coin and finery we can sell. Every coin we can earn brings us one step closer to freeing all our sisters.”

Chapter Two: King and Bathhouse

“You are Jennenes Moonlight,” the High Elve said as he admired his reflection in the mirror.

He stood before the full-body mirror naked, admiring his unclothed form. His muscles were well defined, his body a specimen of Elven perfection. Taller and narrower than most Humans, but for an Elve the man had a very muscular build. His short dark hair was pulled back to show off his impressively long ears, a sign of how pure his Elven blood was.

His eyes went lower, lingering on what hung between his slender, well-muscled legs. Jennenes’ manhood was impressively sized, especially for one of his race.

The only blemish on his perfect body was a large gash-like scar that ran from below his left eye down his face and over his mouth to his chin. Some viewed the glowing purple arcane tattoos on his forearms as blemishes as distasteful as the scar across his face, but he did not. The people of these lands might view things as obscene, but he knew better. He knew they gave him power and that power was everything.

“You are Jennenes Moonlight,” he repeated with confidence. “You are the monarch of the Kingdom of Iphasea. The youngest king in that kingdom’s history. You murdered your father to ascend to the throne. You are rich. Women desire you, desire your body and desire to be made your queen.”

He smiled at this, looking down at his manhood and feeling blood rush to it as he thought of all the pathetic noblewomen he’d bedded who thought doing so would lead to him taking them as his queen. “You are a beast in bed,” he told himself, remembering some of the most enjoyable of these trysts.

His smile grew. “You are one of the most perverse beings in all of Alaria, your sexual lust untamed and unmatched. The brothels of your capital city, Iphasea, or matched only by those of Cliffshield. You are the perverse king and you do what you please,” he said then nodded happily, turning from the mirror.

Nearby was an ornately carved wooden table, small with a circular top. Sitting in the center of this small table was a circular black medallion with glowing blue runes carved into it. Jennenes picked the item up, the blue runes glowing brighter at his touch.

With the item in hand he moved across the large room, heading for an ornate cushioned chair. Its cushions were made of the finest, most expensive fabric; stuffed with the down of countless slaughtered swans. He got on the chair, kneeling on it. The chair was built leaning back slightly which left his crotch thrust out when he sat in it this way.

His cock, already half erect from thinking about all the women he’d bedded, grew fully hard as he anticipated what he was about to do. He placed the black medallion on the cushion just under his dick then ran his fingertip around the glowing runes, muttering a few words in an ancient tongue. When he was done he pulled his hand away and said in the common tongue, “Eczotl, I give you my faith and ask that your medallion pleasure me.”

The runes glowed brighter, a circle in the center of the medallion began to turn then opened to reveal sparking bluish-purple energy inside. The energy extended out, taking the form of smooth tentacle-like appendages of pure energy.

As the tentacles reached out Jennenes grabbed his hard cock by the base and held it up. The largest tentacle wrapped its length around his shaft and began jerking him off while the other two smaller tentacles started to caress his balls.

Jennenes leaned his head back and closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure. “I am Jennenes Moonlight, black mage and master of all the dark arts. I give my faith to all the dark, perverse gods. Eczotl, Baedor, Kraya, Azel, Bodruer, and countless others. I give them my faith so they will allow me to feel pleasure beyond most being’s imagination!”

He shuddered as the tentacles of energy worked his cock. “By the gods, this feels so good,” he moaned, adding “I won’t last much longer!” A moment later he grunted, his cock quivering then spurting out a full, thick load of cum.

As he ejaculated the tentacles pulled back from his cock, their energy receding into the black medallion. Once they finished receding the small circular opening slid closed, the glowing runes fading. Most of his cum had landed on the medallion. The black surface sucked the semen into itself, accepting his sexual offering.

With a deep sigh of satisfaction Jennenes stood, picking the medallion up and returning it to its small table.

He looked at himself in the mirror. “You are Jennenes Moonlight and this world is your fucking plaything.”

* * *

Jennenes sat on his large, ornate throne, bored and only half listening to his majordomo as the Elven man droned on about the boring and tedious day-to-day matters of state. “Yes, yes,” Jennenes said, interrupting the man and waving off the current concern. “I trust you to take care of these mundane matters, I grow bored of them. Is there nothing interesting on today’s agenda?”

The man stammered nervously, looking at the scroll in his hand. He knew the king’s anger could appear quickly and that it was best not to be the target of it. “Well, your Majesty, there are the mercenaries you have hired to deal with the band of Nemorvian bandits that have been causing so much trouble.”

The King sat up straighter, his interest returning. “Oh yes, I had nearly forgotten about them! Who would think such women could not only throw off their lives of servitude here in my brothels but actually make successful careers as bandits! If not for the bad precedent it sets for the other Nemorvians I’d almost be tempted to let them be. But we can’t have any more of our most profitable whores deciding to leave their jobs and go become bandits, can we?”

“Oh no, sire. There’s also the matter raised by the noble Drezeb family.”

“And what matter was that? Remind me, I forget.”

“Well, sire, their eldest son was slain by these bandits while on his way to this very city! The father of the family demands these bandits be dealt with by the crown and suggests if they aren’t he and his family will stop backing you, perhaps even switch their allegiance to one of the Human families that eye your throne with such lust.”

“Well,” Jennenes replied with a laugh, “we can’t have that. Rebellions are such boring and tedious affairs. So who are these mercenaries you’ve hired? Do I get the honor of meeting such un-honorable men?”

“Yes, sire. I will go get them now,” the majordomo said with a bow, ducking out of the king’s audience chamber. A few minutes later he returned, followed by a large group of hulking Minotaurs.

The beastly men were huge, taller than the tallest High Elve by at least two feet. Their bodies were massive and wide, covered in rippling muscles. Other than their immense size they look much like men except for their heads. Their entire race had heads like that of a bull, leaving them looking far more animal than man. Only when they spoke was it clear they had as much intelligence as any of Alaria’s sentient races.

Many of the Minotaurs were armed with massive weapons, axes and swords that a normal Elve or Human would barely be able to wield with two hands, yet these huge men do so easily with a single hand. All of them looked tough, brutal, and most importantly hungry for action.

There was another thing about these Minotaurs that piqued Jennenes’ interest. Every one of them wore little more than a few studded leather straps wrapped around their arms or legs or chests. They were each functionally naked, their intimidatingly large manhoods hanging free between their legs. Few men’s members had ever left the king feeling inadequate but these beast-men each had cocks that made him feel tiny by comparison.

He pointed at the Minotaur standing in the front, the gray hair on his head and the posture he took making it obvious he was this group’s leader. “Why are you all so under dressed?” Jennenes asked demandingly.

The lead Minotaur grunted and looked down at his overlarge manhood then back up at the king. “We don’t like the layers of finery you Elves and Humans like to wear. They feel constricting and uncomfortable to our kind and we pride ourselves in needing no armor. So we go about naked and there are none to stop us.” It was clear that the last statement was a challenge to the king. Not even for him would they clothe themselves, the Minotaur was saying.

“Oh, I like you,” the king replied with an amused laugh. “So tell me, can you take care of these troublesome Nemorvian bandits?”

“Yes,” the Minotaur grunted. “It will be easy work.”

“And what if I told you I wanted them alive? Would this task still be easy?”

The Minotaur shrugged. “It is still a task we can accomplish, but it will cost more.”

The King waved the comment away. “Yes, yes, coin is no concern to me. I want you to leave today, my majordomo will tell you where they’ve been spotted. And remember, bring them to me alive!”

* * *

Novaoa rode slightly ahead of her two younger Nemorvian sisters. The three women were riding at a slow but steady pace, all of them ready to draw their weapons if the need arose. Word had reached them that the king of Iphasea had hired a band of Minotaur mercenaries to hunt them down and that was a battle that Novaoa was certain her small band was not yet ready to face.

“Accursed Minotaurs…” she mumbled to herself. The beastly men were big, freakishly strong, brutal, and above all horny. She’d learned from a very young age to fear the members of that race. Their race was like the opposite of Nemorvians: all male whereas her people were all female. Minotaurs were also aggressive and naturally willful while her people tended to be timid and submissive, especially when it came to sexual matters.

That meant Novaoa had to play a game she hated, one where she and her sisters ran and hid. They had slipped deep into the vast forest that surrounded Iphasea City, leaving behind the busy roadway they had been raiding since they first escaped their servitude in the brothels of the city. For a month they had kept far from any real roads, living off what supplies they had gathered before going into hiding and helped along by what could be found in the woods.

As much as she hated hiding like this it seemed to have worked. There had been no sign that the Minotaurs had been able to pick up their trail. As far as she could tell they were still patrolling the main road, waiting for her band of Nemorvian’s to reappear.

But a month in the wilds had begun to wear on her and her band. Until they had escaped and turned bandit a little over a year ago all three of them had been used to the relative comfort that came from living a life of sexual servitude in an expensive brothel. Yes, their work had been exhausting and often humiliating or degrading, but when no one was fucking them they lived in comfort most slaves could only imagine.

She missed that comfort but knew she could go without. Her drive to free the other members of her race would propel her to overcome nearly any obstacle. Her two followers, though? She feared their morale was reaching a breaking point. Although none of them spoke of it, they ALL knew they could easily ride back into the city and walk into any brothel to return to their former lives. So Novaoa was taking a chance, riding her band back towards Iphasea for a little comfort to help raise her fellow bandit’s morale.

Over the last few days they had traveled to the opposite side of Iphasea City, as far away from where the Minotaurs were searching for them as they could get while still remaining close to all the other Nemorvians still held in sexual servitude in the city’s brothels. The roads on that side of the city were far less traveled but that didn’t mean there weren’t any points of interest there. All across Iphasea the king had installed bathhouses along major roads, places of respite where weary travelers could take a short break from the road and wash the filth and weariness from their bodies. The places had no attendants, instead they were magically maintained.

The three women slowly rode out of the forest onto a small road, the bathhouse that was their intended destination visible up ahead. Novaoa suspected that this road was infrequently used, a fact which fit their purposes perfectly. The size of the bathhouse seemed to confirm that this was not a highly trafficked road: it was small, a one-room temple-like structure made of worn white brick.

Remaining as silent as they could, the three Nemorvians rode slowly around the building, searching for any sign that it was currently inhabited. As far as they could tell it was empty, but they all knew that could change. Or someone could be being as cautious as we are in going unnoticed, Novaoa thought.

Wanting to ensure anyone traveling by could not tell at a glance they were inside Novaoa led the others to ride their mounts out into the woods behind the bathhouse, storing them out of sight of anyone that might happen down the road past the bathhouse. If there was danger their mounts would be further away, but close enough that fleeing to them wouldn’t be impossible.

Remaining alert and cautious the three women approached the bathhouse on foot with weapons drawn. They knew that if someone who had been traveling on foot was using the building there would have been no sign of them outside. As the three reached the front entrance into the small building Novaoa signaled her two partners to move in ahead of her, weapons at the ready. She gave them a moment’s head start then followed in after them.

The inside of the bathhouse was about what she expected: a single open room, a large pool of steaming water filling the center two-thirds of the floor. The pool was pressed up against the back wall where a large, ornate lion’s head made of white stone was set into the wall. Its mouth was open as if roaring while steaming water poured from it, flowing into the pool below.

“There’s no one in here,” Kilne said, lowering her sword and turning to look back at Novaoa. The tense look on her face broke, replaced quickly with a wide smile. “It’s all ours!”

“Gods be praised,” Amitkoa blurted out in joy. “A hot bath! It’s been far too long.”

“Far too long indeed,” Novaoa muttered, realizing just how much she had missed this simple luxury.

The three Nemorvians all started undressing, first taking off their weapons then their traveling cloaks then finally the simple fur bikinis they wore under them. They each piled up their discarded gear near the edge of the steaming pool, leaving their weapons on top. None of them wanted to take any chances should another traveler arrive while they were bathing.

The black-haired Kilne was the first to step into the pool. She shivered in delight as her feet were submerged in the steaming, clear water. “Heavenly,” she whispered, stepping further into the pool.

Under the water there were a few layers of white brick, each lower than the last and formed into a series of large steps that doubled as rows of underwater seats. As Kilne moved closer to the center of the pool her body gradually moved deeper and deeper into the water till her large breasts became submerged. For a moment she luxuriated in the feel of hot water then closed her eyes and dipped her head down into it. A moment later she rose back up, laughing happily as her black hair dripped water.

“What are you all waiting for?” she asked, dipping back into the water.

Amitkoa giggled and stepped into the water, cooing in delight. She was soon sitting on one of the underwater steps, pulling handfuls of the hot water up onto her body to wash away the filth that covered her dark orange-brown skin.

Novaoa was the last to enter. When she did she fully gave into the relaxing warmth of the water, moving till she was neck deep and then submerging herself for as long as she could before needing to return to the surface to breathe.

Minutes later the three naked and wet Nemorvians were sitting side by side in the steaming water, laughing happily and continuing to wash their bodies.

“It’s amazing how dirty we all were,” Amitkoa said.

“I think it’s more amazing that this pool cleans itself so fast,” Kilne replied. “When we first stepped in there was brown water swirling all around us. But within a minute it seemed to be sucked out the bottom and cleaned before coming back out the lion head fountain.”

“It’s not very often that you see such subtle magic put to such practical use,” Novaoa said, staring at the stone lion head. Its carved eyes seemed so intense, so hard to look away from. “And that subtle fragrance! Do you all smell it?”

Her two partners sniffed the air. “Yes…” Kilne replied slowly. “Reminds me of… flowers? Something soft and sweat, like the perfume the nobles would insist we wear back at the—”

“NO,” Novaoa said loud and firmly. “We don’t talk about our lives in the brothels. That is behind us now, a nightmare to be forgotten.”

Kilne flushed and looked away. “I’m sorry, Novaoa,” she muttered meekly.

Obviously wanting to change the subject Amitkoa cleared her throat and started talking. “That lionhead sure is strange. Something about it is so… mesmerizing. It’s so perfectly carved, lifelike yet unreal at the same time. And it’s eyes…”

“Yes,” Novaoa said, nodding and staring into the stone beast’s eyes. “Its eyes are… beautiful! Calming. So hard to look away from…” Her voice trailed off as she stared, her body relaxing then going limp.

Beside her the other two Nemorvians were staring at the lion’s head as well. All three women’s bodies sagged as if they were entering a state of total relaxation. None of them spoke, none of them moved. They simply stared, their mouths dropping open stupidly.

Slowly their expressions began to change from stupid, mindless gazes to that of happy contentment. A satisfied smile spread across their full lips, their mouths closing slightly. Their postures improve. When all three women sat up straighter it caused their overlarge breasts to be thrust out. Although even while sitting straight up all three of them had breasts so large that the lower third of them was submerged in the flowing, steaming water of the bathing pool.

For a long time all three Nemorvian women sat naked, transfixed, and seemingly blissfully happy. There was no movement between the three of them other than the slow breathing that caused their large breasts to rise and fall. Their eyes remained locked on the lion’s head, unblinking.

The only sound was the flowing of the water out of the carved beast’s head. Eventually the silence was broken by the sound of horses ridding up to the bathhouse, yet the three Nemorvian bandits showed no sign of hearing the commotion outside. They simply continued to stare, their posture perfect as they sat unmoving.

“Let’s see if the bathhouse has captured us anything,” a deep, gruff voice rang out.

“See if any stupid cows have fallen into this marvelous little trap,” a higher-pitched, softer voice replied.

A moment later two figures strolled into the bathhouse, both dressed for travel with dirt-covered cloaks.

One of them was a Human, a tall and bulky man who was covered in equal parts fat and muscle. His ugly plump face was dirty, his chin covered in thick stubble while his small beady eyes glistened with menacing intelligence.

The other man was a slender Night Elve with vibrant purple-colored skin. He looked wiry and moved like a jittery cat as if too observant of the world around him and ready to leap back at any surprise.

“Looks like we caught someone,” the Human said with a cruel and amused laugh. “Three, no less!”

The Night Elve slunk up to the pool, moving cautiously. His eyes darted to the equipment piled within arm’s reach of the women. “Well armed,” he muttered, getting down low and quickly creeping to their gear where he started to gather up their weapons. “Need to keep these out of reach, just in case.”

As the smaller of the two men moved the weapons to the far side of the bathhouse the large Human began walking around the pool to get a better look at the women sitting perfectly still and staring at the lion’s head. “Now Rolaen, when you had asked if we had caught any cows I’d thought you were just degrading the lesser of the sexes. But look,” he said pointing at the women, “they be LITERAL cows. Nemorvians!”

Rolaen the Night Elve quickly stored the weapons on the far side of the bathhouse then came to stand next to his partner to marvel at the three naked women sitting in the flowing, steaming water. “By the gods, you are right!” He stood tall and looked at the man beside him with a devious grin on his face. “We’re going to have some real fun with these three, Theobold. Such big, fat, heavy tits! And you know what their milk does as good as I do.”

The Human nodded. “Aye, I do my purple-skinned compatriot. And from the way they haven’t responded to our arrival yet it seems the enchanted lion has had plenty of time to work its magic on these three.” He stopped, licking his lips in carnal hunger as he moved his eyes over the three women. “I want the older one, the one with the biggest tits. You can have the other two.”

The Night Elve began rubbing his hands together. “Mmmm, yes, I do so like two at once. Shall we prepare?”

With a nod from the large Human they both began to undress, dropping their dirty clothing to the ground. Theobold was large and fat with a body covered in dark hair, although his arms looked to be well-muscled betraying the strength that lay under his bulk. Once Rolaen was naked he seemed even thinner, wiry in a way that could only be found on an Elven body. Unlike his hairy compatriot his body was hairless and smooth from the neck down, making his purple manhood look larger than his friend’s. Both men’s members had already started to swell in anticipation of what they knew was about to transpire.

They both waded into the pool, moving towards the magically transfixed women. Theobold took the lead, striding up through the water to the three Nemorvians. “You have gazed long enough into the lion’s eyes,” he boomed with his deep voice. “It is time to look away from it and submit to US now.”

In near perfect unison the three women turned from the stone statue and looked up at the man now looming before them. Their eyes met his with happy, vapid expressions on their faces.

Theobold pointed to Novaoa. “You, the biggest uddered cow, you will be mine. Come to the other side of the pool.”

Silently, still smiling stupidly, Novaoa stood, her body dripping water. Theobold began moving to the other side of the pool. He perched himself on the edge, just his feet in the water. Novaoa followed him, her movements slow and zombie-like.

As she neared him he pointed into the water just below where he sat, at the first underwater step. “Kneel here,” he told her in a commanding voice. “Kneel here so you can rest those huge fat udders in my lap.”

Novaoa did as she was commanded, moving closer to him and kneeling in the water before the large man. Once on her knees she grabbed hold of her massive breasts and lifted them up, resting them on the man’s hairy legs.

The feel of her heavy, warm, wet tits on his legs helped him harden all the way, his cock now standing at attention between her breasts. He grabbed Novaoa’s horns and pulled her head down into his lap, instructing her to begin sucking his cock. She did so, a perfectly obedient slave.

Across from the fat Human the Night Elve had begun to play with the other two Nemorvians. He called them both out of the pool, each moving as if nothing in the world mattered as much as following his commands. They were both on their knees below him, facing each other and nearly close enough to kiss. But it was not his desire to see the two busty women touch lips, he had other places he wished their lips to touch.

Leading them with both his words and his hands he soon stood between them, bent over Kilne the black-haired beauty. As soon as his hard purple cock was in her mouth she started sucking it diligently, using her years of practice in the brothels to quickly work him towards climax.

Meanwhile Amitkoa was behind him, her face buried in his ass cheeks, her tongue darting out to lick and probe his puckered purple asshole. “Feast on my ass, you dumb-titted cow,” the Night Elve groaned cruelly, reaching back and grabbing her head to shove her face deeper into his ass.

Rolaen moaned in delight, moving his hips slightly to fuck the mouth wrapped around his cock. Soon he shuddered, causing Kilne’s cheeks to balloon as he filled her mouth with his seed.

Normally that would have been the end of things, at least for a bit. But these were no normal women, these were Nemorvian women. Rolaen simply pinned the larger-breasted Amitkoa to the ground and pressed his face into one of her overlarge breasts, sucking hungrily on her nipple. The milk flowed freely from her teat after a moment of suckling, the taste making him moan in delight as his cock re-hardened. Soon he pulled away, feeling refreshed and ready to fuck them again with his balls once more full of cum.

Back on the other side of the room the large Theobold was running his hands through Novaoa’s shaggy hair as she presses her overlarge breasts around his cock and bounced her tits up and down. He moaned in pleasure, staring down at their immense meaty bulk in his hairy lap.

Before long the Nemorvian woman could sense, thanks to her years as a whore, that the man was nearing climax. Acting on pure instinct she pressed her tits in tighter around his cock, bouncing her breasts faster around him as she leaned down and took the tip of his cock in her mouth. She sucked vigorously, pushing him over the edge and causing his salty, bitter seed to fill her mouth.

He leans back and groaned in satisfaction, yet even as his cock softened in her mouth he felt he was far from sated. With both hands he grabbed one of her huge breasts and pulled it up towards his mouth, causing her to moan slightly from the tight grip of her sensitive teat as she was pulled off her knees. He pulled her breast to his mouth and drank from her nipple, her milk immediately letting down and starting to flow into his mouth. He suckled and chugged the milk as if it were a cask of ale, the fluid working its magic on his body and making his cock return to a state of total, throbbing rigidity.

He then pressed her back down onto her knees, commanding her to keep pleasuring him with her breasts. But as she started to do this the happy, obedient look on her face started to fade, a hint of confusion splashing across it for a moment then slowly started to change into anger and defiance. “This is wrong,” she muttered, looking up at the man and glaring at him. “This place, it’s done something to our minds!”

The man simply chuckled. “A mental fighter, aye? Must be a strong-willed cow to be able to nearly throw off the magic of the lion. But even the strongest will cannot break free,” he told her confidently.

She continued to glare, but her partial defiance was obviously coming at a great price. Her cheeks flushed and sweat began to pour down her brow as she struggled against the magic enthralling her. “No,” she muttered through gritted teeth, making a point to keep eye contact with the man and not look down at his cock, knowing the sight of it would cause her racial instincts to kick in and doom her. “I will resist.”

Letting go of her breasts she tried to pull away from the man but found she was unable. Still, she remained defiant. She lifted her hands above her head and locked them together. “I will not pleasure you this way,” she growled, her voice shaky and weak.

Again, the man chuckled. “Perhaps, but you cannot escape! And your fat udders are still in my lap, around my cock. I can work your tits and pleasure myself,” he said as he reached down and grabbed her huge breasts, pressing them in around his cock. His big meaty hands sunk into her thick, soft tit-meat.

A moment later he was thrusting up into her breasts, fucking her tits as he squeezed them tightly around himself. Novaoa glared up at him, keeping her hands locked above and behind her head. She gritted her teeth and hissed in displeasure yet was unable to resist any more than that.

When he began to crest towards climax again he grinned wildly at her. “Enough of this defiance,” he grunted in pleasure as he humped her chest harder. “You WILL lower your head to my cock and you WILL guzzle my cum.” Sweating more profusely, glaring angrily, and gritting her teeth Novaoa didn’t respond. “You WILL,” he repeated, more firmly.

Her defiance lasted only a few more brief moments. Then, with a moan of defeat, Novaoa’s will broke and she submitted. Her expression eased and she then leaned down, burying her face in her large breasts and beginning to suck the man’s cockhead just as he began to cum. She drank his seed with hungry desperation.

“See,” the man said as he leaned back and moaned in delight at the feel of her mouth around his cumming cock. “There is no hope for you sluts. Your fate is sealed. Let my cum wash away your defiance, let it clear your mind of all thoughts but those of obedience.”

It was clear that the man understood how the magic of the lion’s head worked because the cum that she swallowed DID seem the wash away her defiance, returning her to the blank-minded obedient slave she had been when he arrived.

A few minutes later both men stood, stretching and yawning. They wore the sleepy grin of men sexually sated, their minds dulled with post-orgasmic pleasure.

“Come, Rolaen, it is time for us to dress and be on our way. We have pressing matters in Iphasea City and although these fat uddered cows have been a pleasant and refreshing distraction we best now be on our way.”

The Night Elve nodded, giving the Nemorvians one last longing look. “Perhaps they will still be here when we ride back this way?”

“Maybe,” Theobold replied, “but it is not likely. Either someone else coming through will try and claim them, taking them from this place, or the magic of the lion’s head will wear off and they will be able to escape. But these are not worries of ours, we’ve business elsewhere.”

As the two men dressed Kilne and Amitkoa sat in the steaming water, their expressions blank and their gaze distant and unseeing. Novaoa, however, stared after Theobold, looking to the man for instruction. Once the men were dressed they turned to leave the bathhouse and Novaoa rose from the pool to follow them.

They did not notice her presence till they were outside and preparing to mount their horses. “Stupid slut,” Theobold snarled when he finally noticed her, waving Novaoa away. “I’m done with you!” But it was clear from the blank expression on her face that she did not understand his words.

Theobold made a sound of annoyance as he hopped up onto his horse. “Come, let’s be gone,” he huffed, annoyed the huge titted naked woman was continuing to stare at him. The two men started to ride away, Novaoa shambling after them like some kind of mindless zombie. “Gods, what a dumb cow,” the larger man said as he looked back and saw her pathetically walking after them. “Ride faster, Rolaen, we’ll soon be out of her sight and she’ll lose track of us.”

As they rode away Novaoa stumbled after them, no sign of conscious thought on her expressionless face. Just as the men rounded a corner and disappeared into the woods a large bird flew down before her, screeching and flying off into the forest to her right. The hypnotized Nemorvian turned, following after the bird.

Naked, dripping water, her massive breasts swaying from side to side, she stumbled into the forest. She would occasionally trip on a root or rock, but always she was soon back on her feet, shambling forward with mindless intent and leaving her Nemorvian sisters far behind…

Chapter Three: A Gift Fit For A King

Jennenes Moonlight sat upon his throne looking disinterested at the woman wailing in despair as she was dragged from the throne room. “Shouldn’t have broken your King’s laws, you dumb slut,” he mumbled.

“She knew the penalty,” his majordomo replied. “She’ll spend the rest of her life working in a brothel for her transgression.”

“I find that is where most women belong,” the young King replied, holding his hand up before his face and looking at his nails. After a moment he looked down at his majordomo, fire suddenly in his eyes. “Please tell me the next person requiring my attention will be less tedious.”

“I think so, Your Majesty.” He turned and waved for the next supplicant to be let into the throne room. “I present to Your Majesty, if it shall please him, Lady Teddem of clan Stoutgrip of the Shadow Mountains. The Dwarf noblewoman brings a message from her father, leader of clan Stoutgrip.”

Jennenes sat up as the stout Dwarven woman came striding confidently into his throne room. Her head was held high with a perfectly poised look on her face.

Looking at her the King wondered how old she was. If she had been a Human he would have guessed she was in her early or mid-thirties. But like Elves the Dwarves lived long lives and that made her true age hard to tell.

Still, it was clear she was no inexperienced youth. She carried herself like a woman with the confidence that only came from vast life experience. That confident air she carried with her only increased her natural beauty, leaving the normally distracted King suddenly paying very close attention.

She was dressed in Dwarven finery worn by the nobles of her kind, a dress but with a VERY low-cut front, the crest of her clan sewn below the ample cleavage left on display. For a Dwarf the outfit was incredibly decadent, although it paled in comparison to the extravagant outfits noblewomen in his court wore.

What interested him more than her clothing was what lay under it. He was a lover of thick-bodied and large-breasted women, a description that fit almost every Dwarven maiden. Their race was short compared to a Human or Elve and this left their wide and thick figures making them look even MORE curvaceous. To many eyes Dwarven women seemed fat, but Jennenes knew well that their bulk was more muscle than soft excess flesh. Yet every Dwarven woman he had ever fucked had had ample fat breasts, some the size of a Smidgen’s entire torso. And their asses tended to be huge and fat as well, leaving Dwarven women a plump treasure to behold from either side.

This Dwarve seemed not to be an exception and if anything her breasts seemed far larger than expected from one of her race. Sometimes men would laugh that Dwarven women had to be as muscular as their men to be able to carry the weight of their massive heavy breasts, a joking comment that seemed more likely to be true as the king beheld the Dwarven noblewoman standing before him.

“If it pleases His Majesty,” the Dwarven woman said, smirking up at the king, “I could lower the top of my dress so that he could stare more easily at my breasts.”

Jennenes blinked, realizing he had been openly ogling the noblewoman’s overlarge breasts. For a moment he thought she was mocking him but when he looked at her face and saw the sly smile pulling at her pretty, plump Dwarven lips he knew that was not the case. If anything the proposal seemed to be a sincere offer.

“It would not be proper to do so here in the throne room, at least not now when it is so full of court attendants,” he replied, sitting up straighter on his throne. He’d intentionally not told her “no”, a subtlety he was certain the Dwarven woman had picked up on.

“As you wish, Your Majesty,” she replied with a slight bow, giving him a quick glance into the hypnotic black void between her massive breasts. As she stood back up she reached up and undid the top clasp on the front of her dress, allowing the King to see a bit more of her over-abundant cleavage. “What would please His Majesty?”

“To know what business brings you here,” Jennenes replied, the curiosity as to why her father had sent her to him clear in his voice while he continued to stare at her breasts. “Stoutgrip is not a man who sends envoys of his clan for no reason. Have my coin masters not been timely in paying your father for the ore and stone that he sends from your clan’s home in the Shadow Mountains?”

“No, Your Majesty. In fact, the very opposite. The commerce between our Dwarven strongholds and your kingdom makes us rich while the exotic luxuries that your capital city’s renowned brothels bring our people have only increased their contentment. Never have the Dwarves of the Shadow Mountains prospered so.”

“So why is it that you are here?” he asked, suddenly suspicious. He knew her father. He was a hard, ambitious man who never did a thing unless there was something to be gained for him and his clan.

“My father sends you a gift to thank you for making him rich and helping our clan cement power in our mountain home. Already the other clans diminish, becoming ‘lesser’ as we become greater. In fact there are even whispers that my father should be named King and given true dominion over ALL the Dwarves that reside in the Shadow Mountains.”

“Whispers your father no doubt began,” Jennenes replied with a knowing smile. Yes, her father was ambitious. It was clear to Jennenes that the man had always desired to be more than just head of the most prominent clan in his homeland. The man had always wanted a crown and it seemed that the desire was finally within arm’s reach.

“You speak of a gift,” the king asked. “What is it your father sends to try and bribe me into backing him when he eventually claims a crown?”

Lady Teddem’s smile grew. “It brings me great pleasure that you and my father have such a strong understanding of each other. He speaks often of you and your ambition, but it’s the things that others speak of about you that have piqued my interest. You have a reputation, Your Majesty, for decadent carnal indulgence.”

Jennenes listened in silence, admiring the bravery of this Dwarven woman to come before his throne and speak so openly about his sexual habits.

“To be used by such a mighty King as you,” she continued, “it must bring nothing but honor, or so it is said among Dwarves.”

Jennenes laughed. “I highly doubt that. You Dwarves are too willful and stubborn to view submitting to a king’s sexual whims as something that would honor you. If anything, I’d think doing so would bring great shame to your clan.”

She shrugged. “Perhaps it is this way with OTHER Dwarven clans, those that are less ambitious than my own. They all seem content to work the mines and quarries while going through the ages with nothing changing. But we Stoutgrips strive for a better world for ourselves and know to respect and revere power in all its forms, for one becomes powerful by having powerful friends and allies.”

“You speak in circles, although I am enjoying the flattery,” Jennenes replied. “But no more evasions, what is this gift your father sends?”

The Dwarven woman bowed slightly, stretching her arms out. “Me, Your Majesty.” As she stood back up there was a mischievous fire in her dark eyes. “And although the gift comes in my father’s name and with his blessing it is I that suggested the giving of this gift.”

She paused, looking around at the attendants and guards that filled the throne room. “I’ve instructions to give his majesty his gift during this meeting, for once it is given I shall be quickly leaving your city to return to my home. I was happy to be sent to you, but I do not care to be away from my home for long. The open sky of these lands… it unsettles me. So, would it please His Majesty to open his gift while his people watch, or shall he send them away so that I can give part of myself to you in privacy?”

He made note of the careful words she chose to use. “Part of herself.” Their meaning was clear to Jennenes, he would not be able to do as he wished with her. Somehow that excited him more than if she had been spread upon his bed to be his willing and obedient plaything. His mind raced, wondering what the noble Dwarve would be willing to give him, how he’d be allowed to take his pleasure with her.

“I suppose, then, that I think it is time we are left alone,” Jennenes replied, standing up from his throne and looking about at the men surrounding them.

The captain of his guard took a quick step forward giving the Dwarven noblewoman a weary glance. “But Your Majesty,” he objected, waving at her. It was clear he did not trust the Dwarve and worried that this was some ploy to do his king harm.

Jennenes, however, had no such worries. “I said be gone,” he boomed. “ALL of you.” There was an implied threat in the firmness of his voice, one that all of his men understood. They quickly started to exit the throne room, soon leaving the King and the Dwarven noblewoman alone.

Slowly he stepped down from the dais his throne sat atop, staring hungrily at the Dwarven noblewoman while smoothly undressing as he approached her. She stood firm, continuing to look at him with the same confident smile she’d worn since entering his presence.

As he neared her she opened the front of her dress, revealing that she wore no clothing under it. She let the garment fall to the floor leaving her standing completely naked.

Jennenes licked his lips as he stared hungrily at her body. He stood over six and a half feet tall while the wide, plump woman couldn’t be an inch over five feet. Yet her presence felt so much larger thanks to her exaggerated curves. Her ass was fat, her hips wide. But what truly drew his attention were her breasts. Huge, wide, and heavy in a way that was uniquely Dwarven, the sight of their impressive fleshy mass already making his manhood swell.

“So what part of you is it that I am being given as a gift?” he asked, starting to walk slowly around the naked woman as he inspected her fleshy curves more closely from every angle.

She continued to stand perfectly still, staring ahead of herself with the same confident expression on her face. “Well, Your Majesty, it is clear to me what part of my body you desire most. I hope it will bring you great joy to hear that it is my breasts that my father offers you, the largest breasts of all the clans of my people and the marvel of the Shadow Mountains.”

“That,” he replied slowly, “I believe is not vanity or exaggeration.” As he finished speaking he came back around to the front of her body and looked down admiringly at her huge breasts.

For a moment she looked up into his eyes then glanced down from his gaze, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of his fully erect cock. “Oh my, so big, Your Majesty! I think the whispers that one of the gods you pray to is Azel must be true. Surely the god of cock has blessed you with such an overlarge member?”

He nodded. “I’d think you attempting flattery if it was not true and I am not ashamed to admit as much. What about you? Do you prey to Ynara, goddess of fat tits? Are ‘the marvel of the Shadow Mountains’ enhanced by the blessing of a goddess?”

“No, Your Majesty,” she replied, grabbing her huge breasts and hefting them up proudly. “These are all natural and come solely from good breeding. A sign, my father says, that his blood is meant to be king. And the men in my family, their cocks are even more impressive in size than my breasts.”

A sly smile pulled at Jennenes’ lips. “Do you know this from firsthand experience? Is your clan, your family, that close?” He was mocking her, testing her reaction to see how subservient she was willing to be.

She simply continued to smile the same confident smile at him. “No, we are not THAT kind of family. But we are not shamed by nudity and those we bed are encouraged to spread the tales of our carnal skills.”

Lady Teddem, still holding her breasts, began to bounce them slightly. Her ample tit-flesh jiggled prettily, drawing Jennenes in closer. “But enough talk,” she said, seeing she had his full and undivided attention. “It is time for you to receive your gift, Your Majesty.” She dropped onto her knees, holding her breasts tight so the landing didn’t cause them to bounce too wildly. She looked up at the king and spread her breasts open. “Come, Your Majesty, place your cock between them and then do as you will to them.”

“Oh, I will,” Jennenes said, “but first something is needed for my cock to make the most of its time between the ‘the marvel of the Shadow Mountains’.” He held his right hand up, the faintly glowing tattoos on his arm suddenly glowing more intensely. Magical energy gathered in his hand which he then lowered to his erect cock. It transferred from his hand to his shaft, coalescing up its length and solidifying then becoming glistening lubrication.

“I do think His Majesty is showing off,” Lady Teddem said, smirking up at him.

“Perhaps,” the king replied, grabbing his large cock and slapping it down onto her chest with a wet “thwack”. “But this WILL make things more pleasurable for the both of us.”

“I’m sure,” she responded, wrapping her huge breasts around his cock.

Even though his manhood was impressively sized, both long and thick, her breasts were so overlarge that they completely enveloped his cock, totally hiding it from sight. Jennenes reached down, grabbing her tits and pressing them in tighter around himself. Her breasts were so massive that both were able to grab their fleshy bulk without their fingers touching. When he started moving his hips and began humping the Dwarven noblewoman’s breasts they proved so big that his cock wasn’t even able to pop out the top of her cleavage.

“May the gods be praised,” Jennenes huffed in pleasured delight. “These tits of yours are a wonder!” It wasn’t just their size that was so pleasing to him, but how dense and thick they felt both in his hands and wrapped around his cock. The breasts of no other race were the same, none as heavy and substantial as those of a Dwarven woman.

Lady Teddem kept a firm hold of her tits as she knelt before the King, happily looking up at him. “You know, Your Majesty, you are the first member of another race that has been allowed to be with me sexually. Not even a Dwarve has been allowed to use my treasured breasts in this way. You are being given a great honor by a future princess, for my father WILL be a king. It is only a matter of time and of tying up loose ends.”

Jennenes huffed and grunted happily as he fucked her huge breasts, sweat running down his face from the exertion. He kept his breathing as slow and steady as he could, doing all in his power to make this last as long as possible before he reached climax, for he was certain that once he did his time with her and her breasts would be over.

“Is my backing of your father in his claim for a crown one of those loose ends?” he asked between heavy thrusts up into her massive Dwarven breasts.

“No, Your Majesty,” Lady Teddem replied happily. “You are a blade to cut those loose ends away. But we shall speak more once you have finished, I can tell you are growing close. I had expected no man would be able to last long using my breasts in this manner and by the look on your face my expectations are correct.”

 The king pounded her tits harder and faster, no longer fighting his body as it crested towards orgasm. With one final slam up into her mountainous tit-flesh he groaned in delight, his body tensing as his cock unloaded a huge load of semen into her pressed breast-flesh. They booth looked down and saw his seed bubble and ooze up from between her breasts, creating a pool of cum in the top of her cleavage.

“There is so much of it!” she proclaimed, sounding both surprised and impressed. “I knew not that Elves cum in such quantities.”

Pulling back away from her, his cock already sagging and growing limp as it dripped cum on the throne room floor, Jennenes breathed heavily. “They do not. But I am an exceptional man who is blessed by Azel the cock god in many ways.”

For a moment Lady Teddem kept her breasts pressed tightly together, looking down and admiring the pool of semen held between them. Then, as she stood, she let go of her huge breasts. The massive load of semen began to flow messily down her front, oozing between her overlarge breasts and trickling down her pudgy belly.

“I shall wear your royal seed as a badge of honor,” she declared, standing tall and proud. “And I shall not wipe or wash it away till I have returned to my home in the mountains,” she added, bending over to pick her clothing up and putting it back on so that the cum running down her front was hidden from sight.

Jennenes had also dressed and returned to his throne, sitting down to rest as he basked in the sleepy post-orgasmic haze of contentment. He looked down at the Dwarven noblewoman standing in the center of the throne room still wearing the same confident smile that had been on her face since she first entered the room. Except for a slight blush on her cheeks she showed no sign of what had just transpired and the thick fabric of her fine clothing ensured there was no visible sign of the dripping seed running down her body underneath. She stood serenely smiling up at him, seeming to simply be waiting patiently for permission to speak.

“You’ve played me well,” Jennenes declared, still catching his breath after the sexual excitement. “You got me alone, pleasured me so my body is calmed and my mind dulled. So tell me, now that you have me in such a position and that we are alone with no ears to overhear us, why have you REALLY come? What does your father really want from me? How am I to be a blade that cuts the loose ends away?”

 Her expression remained the same but her dark eyes glittered with devious joy. It was clear this was the moment she had been waiting for. “You will back my father’s claim for a crown?”

“Yes, yes,” Jennenes said, waving the question away. “He and I want the same thing: power. Yet there is no reason we need to be enemies. Together our ambition can tie us together as allies, our backs together as we subjugate the rest of the world around us. But what else does he want? There must be more.”

Lady Teddem waited for a moment, letting the silence fill the throne room till it felt oppressive. Then, finally, she began. “There are still clans that will fight to keep things as they are, influential clans who the lesser ones will follow. My father cannot make the claim for the crown till he knows they will bow before him and fall in line before his whims and desires. Should they fear my father then they would do so, the lesser clans following along after them.”

“And how,” the king asked, “shall I help spread this fear?”

“We shall take captives from these clans,” she declared. “The daughters or wives of men who have spoken out against my clan’s, or more specifically my father’s, ambitions. It would not be honorable to kill these women nor to keep them as hostages, at least that is what the majority of our people think. But wrongs committed by these women could be found letting us declare them oath breakers or framing them for crimes that would require punishment. But what should their punishment be? To be sent to you to become whores in your city’s brothels! They will not be able to object and the shame this will bring their clans will make them afraid. It will show them my father has powerful allies AND show everyone else what happens to our enemies’ women, a fate most will think is worse than death.”

Jennenes grinned. “How delicious. I agree.”

She bowed. “Then I take my leave, Your Majesty. I must return home with haste. Although I have enjoyed my visit with you I do not care to be away from the comfort of my mountain halls. I desire to be out from under the open sky and the roofs of Elven and Human built buildings feel little more than tissue paper to me.”

Lady Teddem then turned and began to leave but the king called after her. “Wait! One last question. This plan, was it your father’s idea or yours?”

She turned, looking back and flashing the same smile that had been on her face the whole time she had been before him. “Why, mine, Your Majesty.” She then turned and left.

“Oh, I like her,” the king muttered, watching as she disappeared and his normal attendants and guards returned to the throne room. Soon they were all ready to return to the normal business of the crown. “Who is next?” the king asked.

“The oldest surviving son of the Drezen family,” his majordomo declared. “He comes to inquire about the hunt for the Nemorvians that killed his older brother.”

The King waved his majordomo away. “Send him to the Minotaurs I’ve hired. I heard they were back in the city, regrouping for a time before continuing their hunt.”

“Is it wise to send a member of such an influential family away?” the man asked cautiously. “They may take the act as in insult.”

The King shrugged. “I’ve moved on from allies such as the Drezen family. I’ll no longer be backing my throne with the meager power of merchants and minor noble families from neighboring Human lands. I am king and it is other kings and great lords who shall keep me on this throne. Remind him I’ve done more to avenge his family then most in my position would and that the Minotaurs have cost a lot of coin. If he is unhappy with their services so far tell the man I give him my blessing to try and retrieve the coin from them and hire someone else.”

“Why, they’d kill him were he to try that!”

“Oh yes,” the king replied, “and rid me of an annoyance should he be so stupid as to try. Go, send the man on his way. I wish to hear no more of this till the Nemorvians are captured.”

Chapter Four: Lost In The Woods

As Novaoa stumbled through the woods, moving deeper and deeper into their untamed wilds, her naked feet became progressively more covered in filth. It took a long time for the mighty Nemorvian warrior to start coming out of the mental haze the enchanted lion’s head had put her in. The thick fog that crowded out her thoughts was finally starting to clear. She was once more becoming aware of her surroundings, although she didn’t yet have control of her body. Her movements forward, however, were slowing.

Her slow zombie-like walk slowly came to a halt. The naked Nemorvian blinked and looked around, confused by how she had gotten to where she was. “Where am I?” she muttered. Slowly memories started to come back to her, the lion’s head and how it had put her and her Nemorvian sisters into some kind of deep trance then the two men coming in and using them all.

The memory made her clench her fists in anger. She had sworn she would never let men use her like that again. Recalling the shameful event brought other memories flooding back into her mind, memories of her long life as a whore in various brothels. Being used by a never-ending series of men of every race, sold from one owner to another till she had ended up in Iphasea City.

“Never again,” she whispered, repeating the vow she had made the day she had escaped, taking those she could with her. And now she had failed them, failed without a fight. She cursed herself for having been so careless and cursed again when she thought of Kilne and Amitkoa. Although she assumed they were still sitting entranced in the bathhouse she didn’t know for certain, by now someone else could have found them and done far worse to them than had already been done.

She had to get back to them, had to save them then press on with their mission to save the other Nemorvians held in sexual servitude in Iphasea City. First, though, she’d need to find her way back to the bathhouse.

Novaoa looked around and realized she was deep in the forest, far deeper than she’d ever dared go. There was no hint of what direction she had come from, something made worse by the way she’d turned around in confused circles while her mind had been clearing. Looking up she could see that the sun was beginning to set and that soon it would be dark. These woods were a dangerous place at night even when armed. She stood there naked and weaponless, knowing she might be in grave danger.

Not far from where she stood was a small rocky rise which she began heading towards, hoping that if she climbed it she might be able to see over the trees to find the road she had come from or maybe even spot the bathhouse itself.

As she approached she discovered the opening of a cave, the sight bringing her great joy. At least I’ll have a place of relative safety to hide in during the long, dark night, she thought.

But was it really a place of safety? As she drew nearer she slowed, seeing signs that this cave might already be inhabited. Paths seemed to be trampled in the underbrush heading out in several directions and at the mouth of the cave there were bones scattered about that looked as if they had been gnawed clean by some kind of beast.

As she stared into the cave she wondered if it was home to wolves. No, she thought, I HOPE something as mundane and relatively harmless as wolves live in there. There’s something in the air… A smell. A feeling. Something FAR worse than wolves might call this home. But what could it be?

She had her answer almost immediately as a massive figure began to emerge from the shadows of the cave. She gasped and took a step back as a huge troll stepped out of the cave, yawning and rubbing its eyes like a simple-minded child.

It loomed tall, standing at least three feet higher than her and that was while it stood slumped sleepily. It had a gross, fat body but she knew that under its bulk lay powerful muscles.

The thing was roughly humanoid in shape, but its head was overlarge while its face looked more beast than man. Its large tongue hung stupidly out of its mouth, thick strings of saliva dripping down onto its big gut. Its skin was thick and leathery, strong enough to blunt all but the sharpest weapons. Its belly was light blue while the rest of its thick hide was green. Yet as monstrous as it was between its legs hung an all too normal-looking dick, only of immense size.

Novaoa quickly looked away, afraid of what would happen if she saw more than a short glimpse of the creature’s penis. For the troll WAS a creature. Trolls were incredibly similar to Ogres, yet while Ogres were dumb they were still sentient and capable of language. Trolls, however, were not. They were creatures that acted on pure instinct with little intelligence behind their actions.

She started to slowly back away, trying not to make any noise. The dumb towering beast hadn’t noticed her even as it stood looking practically straight at her, scratching its fat belly as it chewed its own tongue. If she could just get out of sight she’d be able to turn and run away…

Novaoa stopped with a pained huff, having backed into something large and hard. Before she could turn her head to see what it was a massive, leathery hand grabbed her by the back of the neck, squeezing tightly and lifting her off her feet as if she weighed nothing. Looking up she saw the face of a second Troll drooling down on her, its animal eyes darting up and down her body and lingering on her overlarge breasts.

She wanted to scream but held back. She’d already shamed herself once today, she wouldn’t do so a second time. She’d face this fate that she had stupidly walked into with bravery.

The Troll holding her grunted causing the one in the mouth of the cave to finally notice her. With big lumbering steps that shook the ground it walked towards her while the second Troll continued to hold her up by the neck, leaving her dangling in the air between the two beasts.

I have to fight, Novaoa thought. But just as she was about to try and kick the beast approaching her it reached forward with surprising speed and started groping her breasts.

She started to scream in disgust and protest at the beast’s clumsy, painful gropes but her voice was quickly silenced. The Troll holding her leaned down, pressing its huge gross face into hers with an open mouth, sending its slimy leathery tongue into her mouth as it began to kiss her. She gagged as the huge tongue invaded her throat, the taste making her want to retch.

Yet as revolted as she was her body started to respond to the other Troll’s painful mauling of her overly sensitive breasts. Her heart thundered in her chest as her nipples grew painfully hard as they ached for attention. Between her legs her pussy was growing moist, the need to be filled increasing with every pound of her heart.

She fought to maintain control over her body, over its accursed impulse to give in to any sexual demand made of it. She found the strength to begin to struggle, kicking and punching at the two beasts pressed in around her, thrashing her limbs and trying to break free of the hand grasped tightly around her neck.

Amazingly she accomplished her goal, breaking free and falling to the ground on all fours. Quickly she looked up, hoping to see an opening to try and crawl away so she could get on her feet and run. But when her eyes rose she found herself looking up at the half-erect, vein-covered, fatly misshapen cock of the Troll looming above her. The sight was enough to make her pause as her racial instinct to serve cock kicked in, hampering what she feared was her one chance for escape.

The Trolls grunted, each grabbing their cocks and waving them at Novaoa, signaling they wanted to fuck her as they continued to harden. Their animalistic grunts were enough to let her mind clear for a moment, long enough for her to start to get up to dash away. But as soon as her body began to move the Troll closest to her let go of its cock and clenched both its huge hands into fists, bringing them down onto the back of her head.

For a moment there was only pain, then the world swam and spun around her. The blow had knocked her nearly unconscious, leaving her disoriented from pain and unable to tell which way was up.

Was she lying in the dirt? She couldn’t tell till she was pulled up onto all fours. The Troll standing in front of her grabbed her hair and jerked her head up while the one behind her reached down and grabbed her wide hips, pulling them up so her large, plump ass was pointed toward him.

Novaoa looked up, blinking through tears of pain to see that the cock of the Troll before her was now fully erect. It was a lumpy, vein covered, and intimidatingly large yet unmistakably a cock. Her racial instincts kick back in, making her assume a position that left her ready to be fucked from both ends.

The Trolls grunted eagerly as they moved in closer. The one in front of her, still holding her hair, jerked her head up further making her yelp in pain as it dropped to its knees. As soon as her mouth was open it moved closer, ramming its oversized cock into her mouth. For a moment she thought that it wouldn’t fit, but the thing grunted and pressed its cock forward as it pulled her head to it. Her mouth was forced open, her jaw flaring with pain. Eventually the thing’s disgusting cock was forced successfully into her mouth.

While it crammed its too-large cock into her face it reached down with its free hand, grabbing one of her tits and squeezing hard enough to send a jet of milk spraying from her nipple. The pain made her want to scream which only served to help her open her mouth wider so its fat cock could be shoved further into her maw.

Soon the thing’s large leathery fingers had grasped her nipple. It pinched them hard enough to bring tears to her Novaoa. A moment later it was painfully tugging on her tit hard enough to make her fear it would be ripped from her body, all while the beast grunted in pleasure and started to fuck her face.

As this was happening the one behind her dropped down onto its knees, grabbing its huge cock and rubbing its bulbous cockhead up and down her slit. Then, after getting its cockhead nice and wet from her flowing juices, it started to try and force its way into her cunt. Like with her mouth there was a moment where it felt that its cock was too large to fit inside of her, but her body gave way to the monstrous girth of its cock, mostly due to how wet she already was.

If her mouth hadn’t been full of monster cock she would have howled in pain and terror from the feel of having something so massive forced into her cunt. But her screams were only heard as muffled sounds of discomfort and choking gags as the Troll in front of her forced its cock deeper down her throat.

A few moments later the two Trolls both rose to their feet, lifting the helpless Nemorvian off the ground as they stood. She was left dangling in the air, impaled by massive Troll cock from both ends with only the fleshy shafts pounding into her painfully stretched holes keeping her in place.

Tears streamed down her face and her overlarge breasts swung wildly back and forth under her as they fuck her from both ends with the ferocity only a savage beast could muster. She felt pleasure but it was so mixed with pain that she couldn’t tell the two apart. The pain was pleasure and the pleasure was pain. Her body was betraying her as they savaged her, her lewd nature as a Nemorvian ensuring she enjoyed the savaging even as it threatened to break her.

Before long both the Trolls had cum in her, massive torrential loads of thick, foul-tasting, yogurty monster cum that filled her from both ends. The cock ramming down her throat was so deep in her that the flood of Troll semen was forced straight into her gut. As the one behind her came the pressure in her cunt built as her insides were quickly filled till the massive load of cum started squelching out nosily around the thing’s huge shaft. Yet neither of the beast’s orgasms slowed them down. Their cocks remained hard as they kept pounding her with savage abandon.

Novaoa had been fucked in almost every way imaginable, yet nothing like this had ever happened to her. The animal ferocity of it threatened to break her body. No one had ever used her with so little care for her wellbeing and no cocks so large had ever been forced so deep into her body.

During some moments of her ordeal she feared her body would not survive, yet somehow it did. Finally, after cumming in her countless times, the two Trolls pulled away and let the broken woman fall to the ground. As the cock pulled out of her cunt cum flooded out in a torrential flood. A moment later she rolled over to vomit up a belly full of monster semen.

With satisfied grunts the two Trolls turn away from Novaoa. She lay stunned on the ground leaking cum as the two Trolls disappeared into their cave and left her behind, forgotten and broken.

During the ordeal she had worried about her body. But as she lay on the forest floor sore, sobbing, and leaking cum she realized it was her mind that she should have been worried about.

As she lay there she started to convulse, cumming uncontrollably. It was as if her body had been too over stimulated during the savage fucking to properly process the sexual pleasure it had experienced and now her body was unleashing the bent-up, forced pleasure all at once. These sudden, intense orgasms ended up being far more devastating to her mind then the actual ordeal of the beasts fucking her.

Novaoa came and came and came some more till the world around her started to fade. She had thought herself so fierce, so mighty and strong. Falling into the trap in the bathhouse had made her question herself, but this? There might be no coming back from this. The Trolls so easily subduing and savaging her seemed to prove she wasn’t fierce or strong, that she wasn’t worthy or able to free her people. Above all she felt that this defeat would leave a mental scar that she would carry her whole life.

Wallowing in shame and despair she faded from consciousness, in that moment not knowing nor caring what would happen to her when she woke…

Chapter Five: Songs of Safety in the Forest and the First Shipment

Kilne and Amitkoa still sat in the pool of the bathhouse, transfixed by the lion’s head statue. They stared at it, awaiting more travelers to enter the place and decide how to use their curvaceous bodies. They continued to stare blankly ahead even as heavy footfalls sounded from outside.

A single figure entered the bathhouse, but luckily for them it was no man. The figure was a woman, a gigantic woman so large she had to lean down and practically crawl through the doorway to enter the small bathhouse. Once through the doorway she rose back to her feet, standing over ten feet tall.

The Collossi stared silently at first, looming so tall her head touched the ceiling of the bathhouse. She wasn’t just tall but thick and wide, her body nothing but muscle and plump curves. Her breasts were massive, but their true size seemed to be constrained and suppressed by the strips of leather clothing the imposing figure had wrapped tightly around her body.

Her hair was platinum and although long was pulled up into a tight bun on the back of her head. That left her face on prominent display. It was a face that was unsettlingly inhuman due to its immense size, yet the happy smile she wore gave her face a prettiness that softened her hulking features. There was more to the smile. I radiated a peaceful pressure that worked to clear some of the stupefying magic that hung in the moist, steamy air of the bathhouse.

Slung over her back was a huge stuffed pack and a massive mace nearly the size of a normal Human.  The Collossi, seeing the transfixed women in the bathing pool, did not move to draw the weapon. Instead she started forward, smiling happily with her eyes focused on the two hypnotized Nemorvians.

“There you are,” she said, her voice feminine yet a deep rumble that echoed loudly through the small bathhouse.

When she reached the two women sitting naked in the water she leaned down, grabbing each of them with one of her massive hands. She lifted them with so much ease it seemed as if their weight was inconsequential to her mighty muscles.

As she rose they dangled limply in her grasp, their naked bodies dripping water. She quickly turned, leaning down as she approached the door and carrying the two women out into the daylight. She sat them down in the road, both women standing on their feet but taking no other action.

“You just wait here,” she said to them in a manner that made it clear she understood they wouldn’t really hear her words.

She turned to duck back into the bathhouse and quickly returned with their clothing and weapons held in her huge hands. She dropped their gear at their feet then stood tall before them, crossing her arms and smiling down at them.

“Poor things. Who knows what has happened to them since they went into this vile place.” She glanced back at the bathhouse, her pretty features twisting in hatred for a moment. “It would please me to tear the building down, but the Queen has commanded us to take no actions that would reveal that her forces are nearby.”

She turned back to the two Nemorvians. “Well, best be fixing your minds.” She reached her arms out before her, her fingers spread and her palms pointing towards their faces. She muttered a few quick arcane words that caused her hands to glow with blue energy. The energy flowed out from her hands into the women’s heads. Then, as the energy started to fade, they both blinked their eyes.

“Be at peace, little Nemorvians,” the Collossi boomed soothingly. “I am Zomos and I have been sent to retrieve you.”

Kilne and Amitkoa look confused and disoriented but when they glance up at the Collossi looming before them then back to the bathhouse some of that confusion disappeared.

“You saved us from that place,” Amitkoa said, staring up at the Collossi.

“Yes,” Zomos replied, smiling kindly down at her. “The bathhouses on the road to Iphasea are not to be trusted. Some are as they seem but others are like this one. They hold a powerful enchantment designed to leave attractive women ensorcelled so that they can be more easily captured and brought to the brothels of the capital. They are a trap to enslave women and turn them into sexual toys.”

She stood tall, glaring fiercely at the building. “But such perversions shall soon be put to an end for the mighty Fey Queen Faeven is gathering an army of woman liberators in these very woods. Once gathered we shall free all the women held in sexual servitude in Iphasea City.” As Zomos mentioned the Fey Queen her face lit up with joy, as if the woman’s name were a charm that chased away all bad thoughts and feelings.

Zomos looked back down at the two Nemorvians. “And those captured by this foul place’s charms are left playthings for any male traveler passing by.” It was a statement but by the way she looked into each of their eyes the two Nemorvians also felt it was a question as well.

Kilne quickly broke eye contact and looked away, shame on her pretty young face. But Amitkoa, the older of the two, glared up at the Collossi. “It has happened to us,” she declared, her words making it clear her anger was not directed at the huge woman. “I can’t remember it clearly but… there were men. And they used us.”

Zomos knelt before them so their eyes were more level. She reached her huge arms out to hold them protectively, telling them, “No man shall use you in such a way again.”

Kilne seemed soothed by the Collossi but Amitkoa pulled away from the massive woman’s embrace. “Someone else promised us the same thing,” she said, wrapping her arms around her naked breasts protectively. Then her eyes opened wide and she turned around, looking about in alarm. “Where is Novaoa?”

Zomos blinked. “It was only you two in there,” she said dumbly. Then, snarling in anger she stood, slamming the palm of one hand onto her forehead. “Stupid! There were supposed to be three of you. I was so excited to have found you I forgot all about that. Do you remember what happened to her?”

“No,” the two Nemorvians said in unison. Then Amitkoa spoke, “She was with us when we entered. And… and I know she was there when the men arrived. But everything after that is a foggy blur…”

“Perhaps they took her,” Kilne said, looking distraught and on the verge of tears.

“Maybe,” Zomos replied, looking down the road that led to Iphasea City. “If the men did take her some of the Queen’s other agents may rescue her before they reach the city. But sometimes women who fall into this trap wander off on their own, muddled and zombie like thanks to the cursed place’s magic. She may simply be lost in the forest, although they hold many threats of their own. Yet the Queen’s Fey are patrolling the forest even as we speak. They look for you three and any other women in need. And they work to ensure our presence is not discovered by the men that are our enemies.”

As she spoke both Nemorvians bent down and started dressing, both eager to have their naked bodies covered and once more have their weapons at their side. “Her gear is here with ours,” Amitkoa said, “but it looks like our horses are gone.”

“That could mean anything,” the Collossi replied, looking about suddenly as if afraid they were being watched. “It is not good for me to stay here long in the open. And you two are being hunted,” she added, looking down at them with concern.

“By Minotaurs,” Amitkoa said with a nod. “We’d been running and hiding for a long time before coming here.”

“These Minotaurs are known to us,” Zomos replied, looking even more concerned. “They have an evil reputation, especially when it comes to dealing with women. They are not a band of just three or four, their numbers are far greater. To encounter them with just us three would not go well for us. That is why you must come with me, deep into the forest where the Queen gathers her forces. The camp is hidden and will take many days to reach. But once there we shall be safe. Upon arrival we may even discover that your friend has reached the camp before us.”

“And what is expected of us once we arrive there?” Amitkoa asked, her tone making it clear she thought the offered safety came at some unmentioned price.

“Then you will join our army,” Zomos declared, “and you shall help us free the women of Iphasea City.”

Kilne placed a hand on Amitkoa’s shoulder. “This is exactly what Novaoa wanted for us! We were never going to be able to do it alone.”

“Yes,” Amitkoa replied, fresh determination on her face. “Although she wanted only to free the other Nemorvians. This Queen, though, strives for more. And that feels right to me. Hopefully we shall meet Novaoa again, if not with this Fey Queen’s army then in Iphasea city. If that is where she is then we will save her the way she saved us.”

“If that is where she ends up then we shall save her,” Zomos said eagerly. “And every other woman held there in sexual slavery. But now we must be on the move, come, into the forest. I shall lead the way.”

* * *

Novaoa woke slowly. At first she felt only pain but slowly the pain in her body began to lessen as if being leached away by some magic. Then, little by little, she became aware of the faint sound of a flute playing. The music was strange, light and drifting to her on the wind. It was like a whisper the world had only for her. There was soft, powerful magic interwoven with the music and she quickly realized that it was the music making her body less sore, that the tune was healing her.

For a moment the healing faltered as the memories of her ordeal at the hands, and cocks, of the Trolls returned to her. Her recovery wavered, despair threatening to overtake her. She started to sink back into unconsciousness but then the music grew louder. A moment later the memories were chased away and the healing continued.

Eventually she was able to open her eyes. Sun shined down through the trees overhead. She blinked, letting her vision adjust to the brightness. Then, seeing what towered above her, she gasped. Quickly, her body still hurting, she frantically crawled away from the two Trolls looming above her.

As she scrambled away she realized something was wrong. The Trolls weren’t chasing her. She blinked again, stopping her mad dash to freedom to look at them. It seemed the two beasts had returned to fuck her. Their huge monstrous cocks stood erect and throbbing, yet the beasts were unmoving as if frozen in time moments before falling upon her.

As she thought this the music became louder. She turned her head, trying to pinpoint what direction it was coming from. It was impossible to locate as the music seemed to be coming from every direction at once. But it was growing louder, getting closer, that was clear.

Novaoa began to get to her feet, feeling more refreshed with every moment that passed. As she stood she looked at the Trolls. They were motionless except for the drool pooling then dripping out of their open mouths. The music kept her fear and despair at bay yet as she looked at them she knew that if they had gotten her a second time her mind would not have survived the ordeal. She shivered, ashamed she had been defeated so easily.

Think not on such things, a musical feminine voice rang in her mind. Come away from this place so you can be truly safe. Follow the music to me, brave Nemorvian, for I have searched long for you.

She turned, instinctively knowing which way to go now. She was aware that she would not have been able to resist the request of the voice she heard in her mind if she had wanted to. The magical music was not just healing her, it was enchanting and enthralling her. But this did not fill Novaoa with dread. This was not an evil force. Everything told her that surrendering to it was safe.

Novaoa moved through the woods for some time, only vaguely aware of her surroundings. With every step the music grew louder. The clearer the music became the more healed she felt, in both body and mind. Even after she was fully physically healed the music continued to work its magic on her, leaving her feeling more powerful and brave than she’d ever felt before.

The trees around her were thick, their tangled branches and leaves making a ceiling above her that only faint light seeped through. Then, as she moved ever forward towards the music filling her with might and bravery, the canopy above her parted. A shaft of bright, almost blinding light shined down on her, making her halt. She was staggered by the intensity of the light yet felt completely safe and protected by its warmth.

A figure suddenly appeared above her, floating down from the branches of the trees. It was a woman, small and thin with tiny perfectly rounded breasts and a small plump ass. She had wild, curly bright red hair. Her features were dainty and pointed, her ears elongated and tipped like an Elve’s. But there was an otherworldly air to the small woman, something more magical than even a High Elve radiated. That power seemed to flow forth from the forest around them, swirling around the small woman with golden spasms and sparks of visible magical energy.

As Novaoa stared up in awe she realized the small Fey woman was not floating but rather she was hovering. Translucent, shimmering wings on her back fluttered quickly, keeping her airborne. They reminded Novaoa of a dragonfly’s wings, only colored more beautifully.

The Fey woman’s pretty eyes were filled with benevolent mischievousness while her small, narrow lips smiled around the flute held up to her mouth. The flute itself seemed to be made of wood but looked not as if it was carved but rather as if it had grown naturally and been plucked like a fruit from some enchanted tree. Glowing golden energy flowed down through the wood then when it reached the end of the flute it sparked out before it. For a moment the energy took the form of musical notes before turning to golden vapor that flowed swirling around the Fey woman.

Fluttering, the woman moved the flute from her mouth yet the music continued, fainter but still filling the air around her. “Novaoa the Nemorvian,” she said, her voice a soft feminine song as musical as the sounds that were coming from her flute, “we have searched long for you.”

Her wings fluttered furiously as she slowly descended to the forest floor. Then, as her naked feet touched the dirt below her, her wings shuddered and pulled behind her, curling up into themselves and then moving flat against her back, disappearing as they did so.

“I am Meadow and I come to bring you the tidings of Queen Faeven. She knows of your past, of your time of sexual servitude and how that has driven you to try and free the other members of your race. She also desires this, but not just the Nemorvians. She desires to free ALL women who are sexually enslaved by men.”

Novaoa was so awed by the Fey woman’s presence she dropped onto her knees, bowing before her. She looked up, feeling nothing but warmth as the Fey smiled kindly down at her. “You have saved me,” Novaoa declared. “I owe you, and your queen, my life.”

“Then rise, warrior Novaoa, and come join my Queen’s war of liberation.”

“Yes,” Novaoa replied, rising quickly to her feet. “I shall! I MUST. Please, show me the way.”

“I will,” Meadow replied, stepping closer. Novaoa noticed that her feet only barely touched the earth below her and that small greenery sprouted from under her feet as she lifted them back up. “You are strong and the fire for revenge burns bright in your heart. Yet we cannot be too careful. Alaria is a world full of threats, many that would like nothing more than to see Queen Faeven brought low to suffer the same fate that once befell you. She must be careful, and her trust must be earned.”

“I don’t understand,” Novaoa said, furrowing her brow.

“I will take you to my Queen and at her feet you will be given a test that will make it so you can speak truth and only truth. In the past my Queen’s foes have sent agents to us disguised as allies. Till you can be tested you must be blindfolded, lest any forces working through you see where our army camps. You shall also be allowed no weapon till you are proved a true ally.”

“Alright,” Novaoa replied. “But this forest is dangerous. Will you protect me on our journey?”

The Fey woman laughed, the sound more music than voice. “Oh yes. Although much darkness flows through these woods the ancient power we Fey draw our strength from is very powerful here. With me by your side you need not fear anything.”

Then she stepped closer, moving a hand towards Novaoa’s face and twirling it about as she worked the magical power swirling about her. A blindfold made of interwoven green leaves appeared and wrapped around Novaoa’s head, blinding her from the world around her.

Meadow placed a hand on Novaoa’s shoulder, calming warmth radiating from it. “I will lead you. Before long you shall meet the Queen and be tested. The journey may take days, maybe even longer since you will be blindfolded,” she told Novaoa, “but my presence will alter your sense of time and it will seem but a few brief moments.” Then, with the Fey leading the way, they began to march through the woods with purpose.

* * *

Jennenes Moonlight strode through the busy streets of Iphasea City, his royal guard surrounding him. Looking around he was proud of how large the city had grown during his life, although he begrudgingly admitted to himself that was mostly his father’s doing. His “kingdom” had been little more than a few newly settled towns populated mostly by Humans when his father had arrived in the region. But through brute force of willpower (and some magical aid) he had gathered the towns together under his banner and turned the central Iphasea City into a bustling metropolis.

Geographically Iphasea was a small kingdom. Aside from the capital there were only a handful of other towns of note under its banner and one could ride from one border to the other in only a couple of days. To the north was the Shadow Mountains, full of Dwarven cities built into and under the mountains. The eastern border was surrounded by a vast forest that no monarch yet laid claim to, although Jennenes had done much to prove his dominion over it. The expansion of territory was not so much about the forest itself but the thriving cities on the other side whose trade did much to enrich him.

Looking about he saw that the population of his capital city was a diverse mix of races. Many who came to visit who were aware an Elve was king were surprised to find Elves only a small minority of the population. Jennenes’ father had not been from this region, he had simply come and claimed the land as his own.

Iphasea had a diverse population yet one race was far more numerous than any other: Humans. Their lives were so much shorter than most other races in Alaria, yet it seemed they were destined to populate their world with far greater numbers than any other. Jennenes didn’t mind.

The Humans were easily manipulated or outright intimidated into doing what he wanted them to do. There was also the fact that their short lives held a boon Jennenes’ father had discovered early on, one Jennenes planned to continue to take advantage of. He was a full-blooded High Elve and as such his life would last far beyond entire generations of a Human’s. This would allow him to rule over them with an iron fist while their short lives fluttered past him with almost no notice.

But it wasn’t Humans that had brought him out into the city that day, it was Dwarves. The first shipment of Dwarven women from King Teddem who were being sent to serve as sex slaves in the city’s brothels were arriving.

As Jennenes and his retinue of guards and attendants turned a corner to approach the open court of the slave market the banners of the new Dwarven king flew high above the crowd. He smiled seeing the simple yet elegant beauty of the new kingdom’s flag: a green background with the angry runic face of the Teddem clan’s ancestors on it. It had been their clan’s crest before the crowning of the new king, the only addition being a golden crown atop the scowling face’s head.

King Teddem’s mountain kingdom was geographically smaller even than his own, yet Jennenes knew the Dwarven cities were pressed closer together leaving the two neighboring kingdom’s populations about equal. Their economies had always been heavily dependent on each other and fostering a close alliance with the new king was an obvious step. Together they gave each other’s royal line credibility. Before Jennenes had been a king because he said he was. But now they were two kings who said each was king of their land, their claim to their lands supported by a foreign monarch.

It was a very beneficial alliance, yet a thought tugged at Jennenes’ mind. They were both such small kingdoms, but if they were joined under one banner, one king, why that could be the beginning of a true empire!

But those were plans for later. He’d need to wait and see if King Teddem was able to hold onto his crown. Then he’d need to see if the old Dwarve was happy with his small mountain kingdom or if he too desired expansion.

These thoughts were temporarily chased from his head as the murmuring crowd around the large carriages that were flying the new kingdom’s flag parted as his guards pushed past them. The lead carriage was a sturdy, imposing creation covered in thick metal armor with Dwarven guards sitting on top. Even the hearty ponies that pulled it wore armored barding. The sight made Jennenes wonder if the Dwarven kingdom had as many problems with bandits as he had or if this carriage was simply meant to be a display of their military might. There were certainly enough heavily armed troops manning it to cause trouble should they wish, something his royal guard quickly noticed.

The armored carriage was quickly forgotten once Jennenes noticed the large cart it had pulled into the city. The cart carried a huge metal cage, the sturdy bars keeping a horde of barely dressed Dwarven women imprisoned within. “My first shipment,” the king muttered happily, pressing past his guards to take a closer look.

Inside the cage he could see that the women held within were filth-covered and terrified. Some still wore the remnants of fine Dwarven dresses, the garments having been ripped and torn off their bodies leaving only scraps of colorful fabric behind. Others seemed to only have filthy rags tied around their plump, curvaceous bodies.

He knew the journey from the Shadow Mountains was a short one and that the king in the mountain had only claimed his crown in the last week. Yet these women all looked so scared and broken it was as if they had been held prisoner for months.

“Perhaps I’ve underestimated King Teddem’s cruelty,” he mumbled to himself, slowly walking around the cart and looking in at the women. They each cowered and pulled back from him as he passed. Thanks to the crown he wore on his head he knew they must be aware of who he was. He figured most if not all knew why they had been brought to him. Knowing that made their cowering even more delicious to Jennenes.

“A good haul,” he said. All the prisoners were plump, wide women. He knew to many Humans a Dwarven woman looked fat but even with that prejudice there would be many into such bodies and even more willing to overlook their thick, wide builds if it meant taking a turn with a woman with such a big fat ass or such huge, heavy breasts.

“Oh yes, you all will make me very rich,” he said louder, reaching in and grabbing one of the women’s plump breasts. As he squeezed her flesh she snarled and pulled back, trying to slap his hand away.

Two of his armored guards stepped forward to punish the woman but before they could act a sinister-looking Dwarve with a dirty beard was beside them, jamming some kind of thick shaft in at the woman. Jennenes saw that it was tipped with a glowing golden metal and as it slammed into the slave woman magical energy sparked, making her howl in pain. A moment later she collapsed, falling to the floor of the cart and curling up into a fetal position as she began to sob. The other women tried to pull back away from her, obviously afraid they would be jabbed with the rod of pain next.

“They’ll need some breaking in, Your Majesty,” the Dwarve with the rod said. “King Teddem was confident you and those that run your brothels will know how. My king also wanted to show you his goodwill. You will find that most of these sluts have been branded with a rune that will make it so they do as they are told, although even with this most will need training to perform well in the, uh, ‘unique’ tasks required of one working in a brothel. These were mostly noblewomen a couple of weeks ago and they were not accustomed to following the orders of others nor doing indecent things, especially with members of other races.”

Jennenes nodded and muttered his thanks, telling the Dwarve to relay the sentiment to his king. But it was clear he had grown distracted, staring intently at one specific Dwarven woman. When he pointed to her the woman quickly averted her face as if trying to hide it now that she had seen the king noticing her.

“Tell me what you know about that one,” he demanded.

The gruff Dwarve came to stand closer to him, looking where the Elven king was pointing. A wide smile spread across his face, his thick dirty beard shifting with the drastic change in expression. “Ah, noticed her did you? My king wondered if you would. He made sure the runic power that was branded onto her flesh was strong, strong enough to break her will. Can’t see it now since she’s cowering like a mountain rat, but it’s on her lower back, just above the crack on her ass. My king had thought about branding her mighty tits with it but thought it might decrease her worth.”

Jennenes continued to stare with burning intensity at the woman as she curled up and tried to crawl deeper into the mass of filth-covered Dwarven women to escape the gaze of the king. As she did so her massive breasts dragged on the cart’s dirty floor, causing her to stop and wrap her arms under them protectively. Her breasts were by far the largest of all the women in the cart and would have eventually made her stand out, but it was the woman’s face that had made Jennenes notice her first. It is a familiar face.

“How did she come to be in the cart? Why has she been sent to me in this manner?” Jennenes demanded. The woman looked up at him, fear and despair on her face. The expression brought a fiendish, cruel smile to the king’s lips. It was exciting to see an expression on the woman’s face so different than the one he remembered remaining on her features the last time he saw her. Then it had seemed the only one the woman was capable of, while now it seemed she’d never again look so haughty and self-confident.

“The newly forged crown had barely been placed on King Teddem’s head for a day before it was revealed this fowl creature was plotting to kill and replace him. Her cowardly followers tried to take the king in his bedchamber as he slept. Armed only with a candelabra from his nightstand King Teddem was able to fend off the first attackers, disarming one. As soon as a weapon was in his hands he slayed the men and women there to kill him. But he didn’t kill her.

“Instead, he called all the important clan members to court as he sat upon his new throne. He had his guards rip her clothing from her as he sat and passed judgment on the bitch. He swore oaths against her even though she was of his own flesh. The book of grudges was brought before the king and her name was written as a curse, all her standing as a member of both the new royal family and as a member of the Teddem clan removed. Outside the book of grudges her name is never to be uttered again in our kingdom. From that day forth she would be nameless, perhaps the greatest humiliation a Dwarve can face.

“But the king was far from done with her, his wrath so mighty. As she was branded with the slave rune before the full court the king declared her ingenious plotting would be rewarded. For a moment there had been hope on her face. The king revealed it was her mind that had concocted the plan to break the clans to his will by sending their women to be slaves in your brothels.

“All eyes turned to her, hatred burning in most of them as many in the room had relatives or wives waiting to be brought to you. He then declared since it was her genius plot that had done much to win him the throne it would only be right if she was sent to meet the same fate, to experience just how truly effective a ploy it was.”

The Dwarve looked in at the cowering woman holding her breasts protectively. “The former Lady Teddem no longer holds any claim to the Teddem clan name nor the royal lineage. She has been made nameless, a nearly worthless sack of flesh that’s only real value are her huge tits. They are a gift to you from my king, to do with as you please.”

“Tell King Teddem,” Jennenes said slowly, grinning happily at the terrified Dwarven woman, “that this pleases me greatly. Any favor he requires he need only ask.” He didn’t tell the Dwarve what a genius move the king had made. He got rid of a traitor and at the same time created a convenient scapegoat for the noble families to point their hatred at. She would now take all the blame for their women being sent to become sexual slaves.

He turned, snapping his fingers and calling forth one of the attendants that had accompanied him. “Auction off all the Dwarven women to the highest bidders. Begin at once, it is clear the brothel owners knew of their forthcoming arrival and that they are already gathered here in anticipation. The coin earned from their sale is to be split evenly between my coffers and King Teddem.” That last bit hadn’t been part of their agreed arrangement, but Jennenes knew it would buy him much goodwill with the new king.

Jennenes turned to the Dwarve slave driver. “Wait till the auction is over, you’ll have chests of coin to place in that armored carriage of yours and bring back to your king.” The Dwarve bowed and backed away.

“Sell them all,” Jennenes repeated, “except THAT one.” He pointed to the former Lady Teddem and stared directly into her fear-filled eyes. “It is to be brought to the palace and cleaned up. After that take it to my chambers but keep it naked. It will be my personal fuck-toy.” He took a step closer to the cart, staring at her with carnal hunger burning in his eyes. “It will be my new fucktoy till I grow bored of it or, more likely, till it breaks.”

Chapter Six: The Collossi’s Curse

“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 Collissi 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’ve 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 might 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 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 flinched when they saw her face. The expression she wore was one of utter stupidity while her eyes looked as if all the intelligence behind them was gone. The Collissi opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, she simply 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 as she jumped to her feet in alarm.

As she approached Zomos the Collossi 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 Collissi 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 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 Collossi was hairless like an Elve, something that made her pink pussy look even larger.

“Pussy tingle,” Zomos boomed louder as she tried to 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 eyes sparkling and devoid of intelligence 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 into view. The Nemorvians had breasts that, if on a Human, would have seemed unnaturally large and perhaps even comically oversized. But this Collossi’s breasts were titanic in size and it was now apparent that her clothing had been tightly squeezing and suppressing their truly staggering size. 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 Collossi 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 Collossi, 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 Collossi followed their lead, for they doubted that even together they would have had the strength to push her down had she resisted.

Zomos laid back 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 Collossi’s 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 Collossi’s huge, moist labia. As she grew more comfortable she ended up trying to shove her whole hand into the huge cunt-hole that was leaking a steady flow of pungent Collossi pussy juice. She ended up fisting the Collossi, 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 Collossi managed to do was open her maw and drag her large, slimy-wet tongue across the Nemorvian’s face.

Ten minutes later the three women were 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 get off easily but as the minutes passed the two Nemorvians were learning what it was her body craved as well as adjusting to the Collossi’s 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. 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 Seven: The Thing Becomes Fuck-Meat

“The Dwarve 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 Dwarven woman 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 pressed into her bent knees as she bowed before the king of Iphasea. On her lower back, just above the crack of her ass, a dimly glowing Dwarven rune was burnt into her skin. He’d seen that when he gave the woman a command the rune burnt more intensely, working its Runic magic on her to ensure she followed the order.

“With you’re name taken away I must decide what to call you. Do you have any suggestions?” 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 female slave as a toy she fails to last more than a night. But you are a Dwarve and everyone says Dwarves are made of stronger stuff than most any other race.”

Slowly the king walked around the naked Dwarve. 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 yet 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 Dwarve 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 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 womanhood gush. No one has yet to really grope me but I fear it would make me 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. As you do this 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 Dwarven woman 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.

He inhaled deeply so 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 Dwarven woman 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 strongly to control her actions now that her mind had been enchanted a second time to follow his orders. Knowing she was being magically entranced to him in two ways brought him great pleasure that made his manhood 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 sides 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 dense, 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 had 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 tried to sire any other children. 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 were 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 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 like 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. He used the lube-filled hand to slather the slippery stuff between her breasts. Then, adjusting how he sat on her, he grabbed her tits and pressed them up and around his cock.

He moaned in delight as they enveloped his royal manhood, completely hiding it from sight. As he pressed them in further around his hard shaft the Dwarven woman shuddered under him, moaning lewdly. It was a sound that told him she was experiencing great and sudden pleasure yet discomfort as well. He pressed her tits in harder causing her to suck 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. 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 for 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 steamed with glowing red energy. He pressed the hand down on her face causing her to gasp and inhale 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 as he grabbed tight hold of her tits and retuned to pounding them. The fear and despair in her eyes were so extreme it pushed him over the edge causing him to come 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 semen.

“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 to ensure she followed the order.

She rose from the bed and was on her feet for only a brief moment. Then she collapsed 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 than 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 he 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. It was a near useless attempt for 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 Eight: 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 Collossi took a slow, deep breath. “Yes, we can talk openly now thanks to you two.” Even though she didn’t look back the two Nemorvians 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. Pleasuring myself only does so much, and after a time does nothing at all.”

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

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

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

“The thing is,” the Collossi 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 declared. 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 phallus. It’s made so it can strap onto one of you small women.”

“We know how to use that kind of toy,” 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 at the Queen’s hidden camp not long after starting tomorrow. And I will not have to fear that my curse will overcome me thanks to you two.”

“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.” She hoped that when they arrived at the Queen’s hidden camp they would find her already there.

* * *

Since her eyes were covered Novaoa had to imagine the world around her. Happy voices and feminine laughter filled 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 so she imagined as it was hard to tell from just the sound of laughter and happy speech. One thing, though, was certain: every voice was female. There were no men in this camp, at least not out in the open. 

“We are almost to the Queen,” Meadow told Novaoa as she helped lead the way through the crowded camp. “The moment of truth approaches.”

The air around Novaoa 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 quite 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 vibrantly dark recent memories of her encounter with the Trolls.

“We are here,” Meadow declared as she stopped Novaoa.

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 the blindfold had been made of blowing apart then drifting up into the air to dissipate back into the nothingness they’d been summoned through. She opened her eyes and looked up, seeing the moment their green shapes lost form, melting into wisps of magical energy that floated away in the wind.

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 while the water that swirled around them glowed with sparks of blue magical energy.

She could feel that 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 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 rose 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. The raw sexual thoughts that had been running through the Nemorvian’s mind shamed her.

“Do not be ashamed,” Queen Faeven declared with a calming smile. “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 lightheaded 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. It 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 to unnatural size, but they were firmly held in place by the imposing woman’s outfit.

She was covered in cascading layers of furs and leathers, monstrous 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 two large masses of bone on each shoulder, a jumble of huge interwoven bone, tusks and jaws and half of a massive 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 her hair was roughly chopped of except one long, tangled, dreaded braid hanging down one side of her head. The woman 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 that 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 that had the spiked bones of some unimaginable demon creature fused with the stone.

The woman glared at Novaoa as she flexed her muscles, lifting her weapons up in threat. “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. 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 spread 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 then 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 scent.

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

The Nemorvian closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting her tongue dart out to 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. 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, ALL of your needs as a taste of my womanhood often leaves women in need of… relief. Not long after that you shall be informed of our first maneuver in this war of liberation.”

Chapter Nine: Jennenes’ New Toy

It was done. The various enchantments 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 waited in the middle of his bed-chamber, 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 woven into her flesh had left her something that was no longer a Dwarve. 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 once been intense and full of deadly intelligence. Now they were larger, open wide as she stared blankly ahead. 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 from you,” he told her.

She blinked dumbly, cocking her head to the side and smiling stupidly up at him. There was no sign of true understanding beyond happy acknowledgment that he was speaking to her.

“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 as dumb a cow?”

She blinked again, straightening her head. “Moo,” she 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 thanks to now being 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 climax.

“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 weave 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 an easy thing. Although I do fear that all those spells and enchantments mixing might have some unexpected results. 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 maybe even months of 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. Once he stopped talking she smiled vacantly and let out a simpering “moo” expressing subservient approval of all he’d said even though she’d almost certainly understood none of it.

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, placing his hands on her wide hips then slowly beginning to run them up her sides. She shivered under his touch and moaned quietly in delight, the loudest and longest of these moans coming out as soft “moos”.

He slid his hands slowly higher, reaching around her front to cup the bottoms of her overlarge Dwarven breasts. King Jennenes 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 to grab 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 in sensual joy. 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 wiggling 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. Soon he was humping her ass cheeks as he squeezed her tits. Before long her wiggling became convulsions of pleasure as the milking brought her climax. He kept working her tits, grinding into her backside and humping her ass cheeks as she came.

“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. But Jennenes hadn’t made the change for her sake, it wasn’t even something she’d say was a boon if she’d been able to express such thoughts. He’d ensured she’d feel every orgasm so intensely, feel so much pleasure from them 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 then grabbing his throbbing member. “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 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. He patiently waited, knowing the spells woven into her mind would allow a return of SOME intelligence when needed to follow orders.

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 member was drenched in milk did she stop.

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

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

Jennenes leaned back, closing his eyes to luxuriate in the feel of her breasts resting in his lap. They felt perversely large and grossly heavy. 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. He knew she’d quickly make a mess in his lap because of this but that only turned him on more. Sex SHOULD be messy, he thought happily.

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. His rod was pressed from side to side between her breast-meat.

The way her tit-flesh rubbed at it from different angles made him moan in appreciation. “Getting close,” he grunted, opening his eyes as he reached out to grab her head with both hands. When he pulled her head down she understood instantly. She leaned 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 too soon 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 your own huge breasts. You’re a fuck-cow now, a thing not a person.”

He paused, breathing heavily and still fighting not to get off 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, terror, and horror at what she had become while a delicious miasma of shame and degradation clouded 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 than 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 heavily and still enjoying the feel of her huge breasts resting in his lap. His eyes were closed 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, leaving him 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 as he began sucking harder. The milk flowed easily into his mouth allowing him to drink 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 in shock. He kept drinking and realized that the milk was not just delicious and sating 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!

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 portal that showed his majordomo.

The man turned to face Jennenes, a similar portal having appeared before him and letting him both see and speak to his king. “Yes, my liege?” Jennenes often communicated with his majordomo this way, so it did not alarm the man.

“Bring me a whore,” King Jennenes 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 Ten: Battle at the Camp

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

After making camp the Collossi 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 on 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 told her sincerely. 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 things that had been part of her old life of sexual servitude.

She’d just started to insist Zomos let them put on the show when Amitkoa 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 how 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 companions. 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 the two Nemorvians had at times struggled to keep up.

As they pressed through the forest the Collossi 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. It was a feeling that 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 Collossi 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 quietly they could barely hear her, yet the mix of fear and anger in her voice was clear. “I only got a glimpse. Minotaurs, I’m certain of it.”

The two Nemorvians nervously glanced at each other.

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

The Collossi was on her feet and rushing forward the instant she finished her sentence. Amitkoa and Kilne swore but got up, rushing forward with her. The three women readied their weapons as they rushed into battle.

 Zomos roared as she charged into the Minotaur camp. As the two Nemorvians followed 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, knocking 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 member.

The sight of his manhood hit her at once. Her eyes opened wide as she gasped in surprise. A moment later her body locked up.

Amitkoa had gotten back up, turning to see that Kilne was in danger. She charged blindly at the Minotaur, hoping her charge would push the monster-man 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 Nemorvians were transfixed, their racial weakness ending their fight just moments after it had begun. They stared, their mouths hanging open as a look of desperate, needful lust spread 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, certain 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 nor did he 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 Collossi 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 larger than themselves. This allowed Zomos to use her size to her advantage and left 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 Collossi,” the leader mumbled, tightening his grip on his weapon. But before he could take a step towards her the Collossi 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.

The leader furrowed his brow, thinking, What is this? Her voice did not sound right. The ferocity she had displayed only moments ago was gone while the word she’d spoken had been 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 at their leader as he strode forward, moving around the Collossi so he could see her face. Her eyes had a glassy, distant look in them while her mouth hung stupidly open, drool already running out the side as she stared at the dangling member of one of his troops.

“Gods be praised,” the leader boomed before beginning to laugh. 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 cocks! 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 blades are no longer needed,” he declared, throwing his weapon to the ground. He then confidently walked up to the Collossi, 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 shocked 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 Collossi dropped to her knees while pressing in on her temples. As she hit the ground her massive, gigantic breasts bounced, nearly slamming 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 Collossi. Her mouth hung open as 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 while 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 Collossi 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 the two women, smiling eagerly. 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 why he was drawn to her and not her companion.

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 them off. He nodded to one of the other Minotaurs standing beside him and the large man stepped up and started ripping the clothing off Kilne as well.

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 and groped them. “They will be a most enjoyable treat.”

“I’ve toiled long and hard tracking you down. I plan on having a lot of fun with these udders before I bring you back to that Elve 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. I plan 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.

Amitkoa’s eyes locked onto it. 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. It looked even bigger held next to her head. 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. To give them to a man and let him not only drink from them but 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 to lift them towards his cock, moving closer as she did to better be able to 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 work 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 at the other Minotaur and nodded to Kilne. “Do as you wish with her.”

He turned back, grabbing Amitkoa’s breasts to press them around his cock exactly the way he liked best. A moment later the Nemorvian was no longer giving him a titjob, he was titfucking her. At the same time the Minotaur standing by them 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 flowed 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 massive muscles, 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. 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.

Kilne had been tense as the Minotaur had mounted her chest but now her body was relaxed. A calm, 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 beastly 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 from 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 Collossi sniffed the air as the fragrant aroma of her arousal wafted toward him. He turned and saw her legs open and wasted no time accepting the invitation. He knelt between his legs, grabbing his cock and rubbing it against her sopping wet opening to wet his tip. Kilne Moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his body to pull him closer.

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

The two Minotaurs were pounding her, one slamming into her tits and 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 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 then 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 made 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 to pull 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 backend as he started pounding her again, occasionally lifting a hand 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 once they’d 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 as she went to him.

“Both of you, on your knees before me. Face each other and press your udders together.” The two Nemorvians 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. He then grunted in pleasure, leaning his head back for a moment while closing his eyes to focus on the feel of both their overlarge breasts working 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 as they started passionately kissing. 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. They pulled apart, letting the semi-flaccid member flop down between the Minotaur’s legs. He still stood close looking down at them. “I’m far from done,” he told them, his voice weak from post-orgasmic weariness. “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, 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 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 about 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 root in your bellies. 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.”

After a pause he nodded and said, “Yes, 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 Collossi 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 noisy 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 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 Nemorvians with blood.

The next few minutes were a blur of violence as a large band of Fey warriors attacked the Minotaurs without warning. 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 using the supplies in the camp around them to fashion some simple clothing to cover her naked body.

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 on 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 that 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 for a moment before she forced it away, 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 Collossi and was unsure. She still lay on the ground, Fey around her trying to get her to rise. Amitkoa could see that the huge woman was splattered in Minotaur cum and that it was leaking out of every hole.

The Fey looked where she was looking then looked back to Amitkoa. “We must take a moment,” she said, appearing 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 Eleven: Discoveries, Plans, and Perverse Forces Gather

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

His legs were spread open, a Human whore kneeling before the throne. The woman was bent over with her head in his lap as she vigorously sucked him off. He watched the woman’s head bob up and down, enjoying the feel of her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft.

The king 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.

Jennenes groaned, his legs tightening around her body as he came. The whore didn’t pull away, knowing by this point that he wanted to cum in her mouth. She also knew that he wanted her to swallow every single drop of cum he shot into her, looking up at him subserviently and keeping eye contact as she did.

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. A moment later Fuck-Meat was standing beside him, leaning over and lifting one of her overlarge breasts to his face. He turned, latching onto her nipple and starting to suck. As her delicious milked flowed into his mouth then down his throat he felt instantly refreshed, all of the 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. 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, leaving the whore no time to rest during the experiment the king was conducting.

“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 you dumb whore,” he snapped, 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 that pushing the matter further would only lead to angering the king more than she already had. She gave up, starting 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 when she started throwing up, prepared to lash out and punish the woman for ruining his mood. Then he saw the huge pool of regurgitated cum she was vomiting onto the floor.

“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 an extra whore or two while visiting 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 wouldn’t have had the money to purchase more uses of a Nemorvian’s milk than he had, meaning it was unlikely anyone else had discovered how potent the milk 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 as whore he knew there were few cities with more than a few brothels in them, meaning there would only ever be at most a handful in one location. 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 so he could quickly jot down all the ideas percolating in his head. 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 along with 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 his plans he summoned his majordomo. “Take these plans and have these devices built 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.”

* * *

Something immensely powerful moved through the world, heading quickly toward 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 as 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 Cock God did not retreat far but he did do something he rarely had need of doing: 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, swirling in the forest on the other side of the lake near Queen Faeven’s camp. Slowly the form of a huge, towering man started to take shape, a naked man with a HUGE cock.

As Azel’s form became clearer it solidified, his body becoming flesh and blood. 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 physical body.

Any mortal that looked upon Azel would barely be aware of his face, the eyes of all but those with the strongest of wills would only see his huge cock. It was oppressively large and had a hypnotic miasma that surrounded it. That power would leave any nearby mortal woman feeling the need to either worship or please, with many being compelled to do both. Any men falling under its power would find themselves envying its owner while begging to serve him.

But there were no mortals near enough to see the towering god. 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, drawing the power of 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 give him some of the immense strength it had.

The region of the Alaria 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. Then there were the Humans that lived on the other side of the great forest. They 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’s taint.

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. Occasionally the wind blew through individuals previously untouched by The Corruption leaving behind seeds of itself that would make fully corrupting them later easier.

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 coming from all directions reached Azel at the same time. He inhaled their power, the glowing red cracks in his skin burning brighter. His eyes blazed with intense red power and for a moment it seemed his physical 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 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 Nemorvians that had been causing so much trouble kneeling at the water’s edge, washing her face. When she saw the god approach she jumped 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. Yet 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.

Azel raised his hands while still staring at the Nemorvian. 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, directing it down into the ground to create servants simple-minded enough to hopefully get past the protective field around the camp. The trick would be crafting them to be cock-like enough so that 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 that looked like the tentacles of some evil monster that had been severed to become snake-like creatures. They had no eyes, no mouths, just a length of fleshy body that was tipped with a cockhead.

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 swum 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 constructed one of the milking machines so far.

Fuck-Meat had only recently been strapped into the device which he was now inspecting. 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 kept 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 about being hooked into these machines. They were all whores, but this would be something even they were not prepared for.

Curious devices were attached to Fuck-Meat’s nipples; amazing inventions powered by small, strange Dwarven machines. They created a pulsating vacuum that constantly sucked at Fuck-Meat’s nipples, ensuring a steady stream of precious milk came shooting out. The milk then ran down a tube, emptying into a small cask normally used for holding fine wine. The machine could milk a woman’s tits day and night without pause, with the only real limitation being 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 twenty-four hours a 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 constantly fucking the women installed in the machines as well. And should the men need aid in getting hard to fuck another of the Nemorvians they need only take a sip of the milk they would be helping drain from the cow women’s teats!

He slapped Fuck-Meat’s plump 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. Soon 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 the richer I’ll become, and that wealth will allow me 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 Twelve: 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 anxious, but the cool water was helping soothe her nerves.

As she sat up something moving on the other side of the lake caught her eye. She watched as 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 and drew the magical sword she’d recently been given. “We’re under attack,” she screamed, watching as the snakes quickly swam across the water.

Behind her Noavoa heard the queen’s army clamoring as they rushed to prepare for an attack. There was confidence at first then one of the small flying 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 back 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 their 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 only happened in legends.

The snakes swam ever closer. About ten feet before they reached the shore where Novaoa stood the things slammed into some kind of invisible wall. The little beasts gathered up, trying to press past the point. This caused sparking red energy to radiate 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 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 Fey 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. Queen Faeven sat there, serene with the hulking Blade of the Queen beside her, ready to protect her magical monarch. “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 move out into the forest 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 everyone 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. Novaoa quickly realized there were just too many. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to fend them off properly for much longer and felt certain their true 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 while 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 in 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. Instead, she sat sweating in concentration to keep the protective spells around the camp raised. 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 morale, 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 the one controlling these vile creatures.

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 which started 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 begrudging pleasure as the creature forced its way into her pussy. The Fey woman fell to the ground, her wings disappearing as the cock-creature entered her.

As soon as she hit the ground a swarm of the things came at her, wrapping around her limbs 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 the perverse creature 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 limp, the thing moving sluggishly. It was barely out of the helpless Fey before another of the beasts pressed into her now cum-oozing pussy to start 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, allowing them to use every one of her fuck-holes without resistance while letting them cum in and on her as they pleased.

Novaoa saw other warriors brought down, the little cock beasts quickly swarming them 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 poured 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 at the Druid beside her. “We’re battling the forces of The Corruption back! Our purity protects us, just like Queen Faeven said it would!”

As she turned back to concentrate on her spell 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 were 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 looked 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. Where the winds of magic were red the Minor Cock Elementals were no longer being pushed back. Instead, the red power lifted them 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 the Mage’s spell faltered completely allowing the writhing mass of penis tentacles to reach 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. Within moments her legs were pulled open, 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 limp and slow as they were replaced almost instantly by other rigid cock-tipped tentacles that fucked her hard.

Again, Novaoa saw the fight go out of the woman almost as soon as the first three demons fucking her came inside of her. Even from where she stood she could see the woman’s eyes rolled up into her head and hear 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!

Although having the realization was important 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 felt.

For a moment her racial weakness started to assert itself. But the memory of Queen Faeven’s pussy, the taste and smell still clear, washed through her mind allowing her to shake 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 cunt. 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. It left her feeling tired, weak, and with the desire to keep fighting 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 was to keep any out of her mouth. This was a very good thing, for looking around she saw that the demon’s cum did more to subdue a woman when ingested orally.

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. But it was clear that 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 backend, 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 the intelligence controlling 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 had been doubling around her and now knew that she had been right. How can we hope to fight against such perverse foes? Despair threatened to overwhelm her as the question ran through her head.

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-like ends digging into the dirt of the hill. They got fatter and 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 keep fighting. 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 were ripped free. Her breasts had looked incredibly large, but her outfit had 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 disproportionally from the rest of their body, but she had no idea they could grow THIS large. They were almost the same size as a Collossi’s, each huge sagging tit larger than Novaoa’s whole torso.

Cock Tentacles started wrapping around the woman’s 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 which 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 who still defended her, but all hope seemed lost. She looked up and realized the only reason the battle continued was that none of the cock beasts had reached Queen Faeven yet! But she knew as soon as one touched her it would all be over, as soon as any cock touched the queen her power would be gone!

* * *

Zomos was finally sitting up. Amitkoa watched as the Collossi used the cloth the Fey warriors had gathered for her 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 the huge woman as she went to clean herself.

“How… are you?” Amitkoa asked, worried the hulking woman wouldn’t be ready to talk about what had happened.

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 here. 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 than 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 Minotaurs’ camp. “I will finish washing, find something to serve as clothing, and then I shall carry her if need be. She’ll recover in time, but for not we must move with

Chapter Thirteen: 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, allowing them to slip away unnoticed.

She stood, looking as regal as she could, and prepared for her fate. With all 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 oversized 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 the women they were attacking and flung away. As the demons were flung back 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 sat, looking around in confusion as she tried to understand what was happening.

Across the lake she saw Azel howling in anger, his arms out before him as he sent more of his power into his nasty 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 which left them looking as though the Minor Cock Elementals had never as much as touched them! Her army was being saved. Their weapons, now infused with flowing green power, allowed them to finally fight 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 felt 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. But if doing so required her to drain all the power she had left that was what she’d do!

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 spirits 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 thought had been long forgotten by the mortal world. There were none left that worshiped Imeyr, Great God of the Great Forest. She had thought she was one of the few beings in all of Alaria who even remembered the god’s name. But even with the god forgotten she’d known some of his power would remain in the forest, making it a place where her power could be more easily channeled.

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 allowing her to walk on the surface of the water. The Blade flexed, the energy flowing in and out of her massive hulking muscles. She howled a ferocious war cry and charged across the water towards Azel.

As she advanced 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. 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. The evil god sent a wave of power towards her but it broke on the green mist of power wrapped around The Blade. 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 sizzle 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 Ethereal Plane the gods normally inhabited.

The Blade of the Queen turned back, stepping away from the red mushrooms spreading on the ground and backed out into the lake. After turning she held the severed head of Azel up as Queen Faeven’s army cheered. As she 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. 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, looking as if they had grown through the hood.

Queen Faeven knelt before the looming god. 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 my essence to banish The Corruption from Alaria. Only its return, and ones such as you fighting against its influence, was enough to bring me back. I thank you 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 but most don’t realize that, calling them ‘Tookabrew mushrooms’ and thinking they are natural.

“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 his own hand palm up before raising it to the sky as 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 and pray, ALL of you pray to me. As you do I shall take in your faith. Then, as you pour the contents of that bowl out, 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 the queen heard the women of her army begin to mutter prayers to Imeyr and his 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, seeing the red mushrooms on the other side of the lake sizzling with sparking red energy. That energy slowly became green. Eventually 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.

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

He nodded, waving for her to stand 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 is. Take the time to rest and plan your next move. The forest shall protect you. But be mindful. You cannot hide here forever, for the true fight against The Corruption lays outside my forest’s boundaries.”

“The perverse Elven king,” Queen Faeven muttered.

“Yes,” Imeyr replied. “And the new Dwarven king to the north. The Corruption flows around them both. They each 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 sustains and 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 declared, 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?” the queen 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. 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, she had no right to stop her.

“Then we shall leave at once,” Imeyr declared, 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 since she had her head bowed. But if she had been looking up she would have seen the god’s face, 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…haste…”

Chapter Fourteen: 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 happened 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, and 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 distant 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 the man now filled to come into existence to make the best use of Dupont’s skills.

From his vantage point Jennenes watched the High Captain 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 his 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 were slowly, but steadily, sucking at their nipples to pump out the precious milk from their breasts.

Other members of the Dairy Guard were busy attending to Nemorvians already installed, changing casks full of milk, ensuring the Nemorvians were fed and healthy, and most importantly fucking them all 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 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 nearly erect allowing him to wield it like it was a weapon, which 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, 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”. 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 then 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. 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 pulled 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 slaves’ collars. It was a bit of added humiliation that served to both remind the women what they now were and add 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. The astute observation 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 backends inviting any who passed to take a turn at fucking them. But at that moment it was clear that Meedard 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. After pulling the stopper out he poured some of the oil contained within onto one of his hands. He quickly closed 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 beginning to massage the oil on his hands onto her dense, heavy breast meat. She moaned at his sensual touch, her eyes 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 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 Nemorvians 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 hyper-arousal that let them attain sexual climax with astounding ease.

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 of 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 him. Dupont leaned forward and kissed her, long and deep, grinding against her plump backside.

Her body was prepped while 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 from behind. 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 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 than 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 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 when he saw 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 looked clammy and felt shaky while 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. The king 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 about what I saw…”

Chapter Fifteen: 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 could only be seen as a blur.  “Someone approaches!”

Zomos drew the huge double-bladed axe she’d taken from the corpse of a Minotaur while 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 fearing a new battle might 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, the magic fading from her arrow as she returned it to its quiver. “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 now she wishes to press on with the war. It’s no longer time to just gather her powers, she says. It’s time we take the battle TO The Corruption and begin to send its influence fleeing from this part of Alaria!”

“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, her wings fluttering for a moment before disappearing. “Destine Foy, the Mage that has come with me, shall be joined by the two Nemorvians and the Collossi 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, 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 glanced at the other Fey warriors leaving then back at the party of would-be heroes she now led. “In time I shall reveal all.”

* * *

Jennenes growled in anger and frustration, knocking the ornate 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 sparked then dissipated.

“Why can I not scry the location of the Nemorvian bandits?” he muttered in frustration as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed 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?

Before he could decide the door flew open. “Sire, there is a most urgent matter that needs your immediate attention!”

“What could possibly need my immediate attention?” Jennenes asked, frustrated by his failure and now by the interruption.

“It is Queen Ghilliana Ermean of Lyalduinin. She’s here, in the royal hall begging an immediate audience.”

Jennenes nearly leaped out of his seat. “What? That haughty, stuck-up Elven bitch? The one who told my father his High Elven blood was too diluted and that she’d never have dealings with him or his kingdom, no matter how large it grew? The leader of that tiny city-state to the south, that sits on the richest Emberstone mine in the region?”

“Yes,” the Majordomo said with a bow. “I think you will want to hear what she has to say, or rather what she has to ask. She is in desperate need of your aid.”

“Well, this is interesting. The Nemorvian bandits can wait, whatever they are up to can’t be more important than this. I will need some time to prepare; I must make a proper first impression. See her to a guest room. Let’s see how much she needs my aid. Let’s see if the bitch will wait for me to hold an audience with her, maybe overnight?”

“Yes, sire, I’ll see to it. And I think she will wait, I think you’ll find she’ll be willing to do nearly anything to gain your aid! And once this matter is settled you can return your attention to the Nemorvian bandits.”

“Yes, yes,” Jennenes said, waving the last comment away. It was clear that the Nemorvian band was a forgotten thing to him, at least for now.

* * *

Novaoa pressed forward through the forest. The trees around her were slowly growing larger, their trunks thicker than she’d ever seen. The size brought a sense of age that matched everything else she saw. The plant life surrounding her grew closer and closer together, the underbrush growing heavier as well. She wasn’t following a path, instead she simply felt the way forward, driven by some unseen power she assumed was Imeyr.

“We are getting close,” the forest said, its voice loud and booming and sounding as if every tree in sight was speaking at once.

The sound made her shiver with fear. The god had felt immensely powerful from the first moment he had appeared and the further she moved into the forest the greater that power felt. Her fear was slowly turning into terror. The fact that she didn’t know WHY the god had required her only added to that terror.

“You need not feel such fear,” his voice boomed from every direction. The words did nothing to calm her, not just because the booming voice was terrifying but because its words implied Imeyr could easily read her mind. Sensing her growing terror the god responded by once more taking physical form. Green energy flowed out of the forest around her, coalescing into the shape of a huge man. A moment later Imeyr was looming beside her.

He reached down, putting a huge hand gently on one of her shoulders. Calming power flowed into Novaoa. “You need not fear,” he said again. His voice was still deep and powerful but coming from a single physical being and not from the forest itself it was far less terrifying. As he kept his hand on her shoulder she quickly grew calmer, feeling completely at ease by the time he pulled his hand away.

They kept walking deeper into the forest, only now Imeyr was leading the way. She looked up at him, awed by his presence but no longer feeling any fear.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“To… my home on Alaria,” he replied slowly, as if uncertain how to describe their destination. “A true god spends most of their time in the Ethereal Plane above Alaria, but my power has grown too weak for me to go there. My essence is trapped on Alaria now, confined in this forest. Within its borders I have great power, but I doubt I’ll ever be strong enough to leave or return to the Ethereal Plane above.”

Novaoa could hear the sadness in his voice as he told her this. She felt the urge to comfort him but had no idea how to do that.

“You said you gave up your power to try and stop The Corruption. What does that mean?” It felt audacious asking a god any question, yet she was so eager to understand what was happening she couldn’t help herself.

Imeyr fell silent as they pushed ever deeper into the forest. The silence lasted long enough that Novaoa thought at first he wasn’t going to answer her question. But eventually he did, speaking slowly as if what had happened was hard to put into words.

“The Corruption is an alien force, not something native to Alaria. Where it comes from I do not know, I doubt even the gods who have given themselves over to it know. It’s not an inherently evil force, just overwhelming perverse. But many evil things are drawn to perversion and The Corruption has no hesitation when it comes to using evil as its pawns.

“It changes everything it touches, corrupting mortals and gods alike. It even changes the earth itself. It is insidious in its war to change and infuse everything with itself. Even when one wins a battle against it the taint of The Corruption is left behind. The forces standing against it could win every battle yet, in the end, lose the war.

“The time I was one of the mighty gods was very long ago and the war against The Corruption lasted many an age. My memories of that time are… faint. A god does not remember the way you mortals do. With enough time we… forget. I fear the only reason I can remember any of that time is because I spent so much of my existence since then barely existing in a kind of sleep.

“I remember that we gods that stood against The Corruption eventually saw that the force could never really be defeated. There would always be some of its taint that remained and with enough time it would reach out and corrupt the world again, growing stronger. In the time it would have taken for it to slowly regain its strength the gods would have forgotten the threat it posed… We wanted to avoid that, we wanted something close to a permanent solution.

“The gods infused with the power of The Corruption could never be cured of its taint. For a time we warred with their followers, sending our faithful against them. A god needs the faith of mortals to continue to exist, so we thought to try and slaughter or convert those who worshiped the corrupt gods, to starve them.

“It nearly destroyed the mortal races of Alaria. We realized we had to do something different. So we worked to imprison the gods of The Corruption. We found various ways to jail and bind them in hidden places. But the cost was great… Many ended up like me, spending so much of their power they nearly faded from divine life. Others gave up their immortal existence to become the corrupt god’s prisons.

“But even then we knew it was a temporary solution. Eventually, the corrupt gods would escape the places they were bound in. It might take thousands and thousands of years, but The Corruption soaked into them would slowly seep into the very things holding them prisoner. And as soon as just one of these corrupted gods were free they’d be able to start spreading The Corruption through Alaria again, almost certainly looking for their imprisoned comrades to free them as well.”

Novaoa looked up at the god and asked, “How long ago did you sacrifice your power in this way?”

Imeyr took a long time to answer. “I do not know for certain,” he eventually said, speaking each word slowly as if uncertain of its truth. “Many thousands of thousands of years ago. What I can sense of Alaria is nearly unrecognizable to me, except for some parts of this forest. Once all of Alaria was covered with grand civilizations far more advanced than what I sense now. But something happened. Perhaps it was the great war against The Corruption, or perhaps it happened after that. But whatever transpired it caused a great collapse that you mortals barely survived. All the people, I fear even the mighty High Elves, slipped into near barbarism, or were reduced to such small numbers they barely held on in small hidden enclaves. In the place of fallen mortal civilizations the wilds of the world reclaimed Alaria.”

Novaoa nodded. She was no scholar but even she had heard tales of The Great Collapse. No one knew what caused it, but the stories she’d heard said much the same that Imeyr had just told her. Sensing he didn’t have anything else to add to his tale she asked where they were headed.

“It was once my grand temple,” he replied. “Even as I slumbered the faith of those that once worshiped me was so soaked into its walls that it remained, even as this forest reclaimed all else. But you’ll see it soon, we are almost there.”

True to his word they soon came to a large, overgrown temple. It towered above them, yet the trees around it were so gigantic that they were even taller than the ancient building. As they got closer she could see that it had once been stone but very little of that material was left. Its walls were now made of wood and vines as if the forest had slowly wrapped itself around the structure and replaced it.

The forest was thick here, so thick that no light made it through the canopy far above. The way before them was lit by masses of fluttering glowing insects while she could see that within the temple the vines and roots glowed green. As Imeyr led her into the temple there was soft green light everywhere, tinting the world around her green.

He led her through labyrinthine halls until they reached a large chamber. In its center was a dais with a throne made of thick roots. She expected Imeyr to head for it but after looking at it for a moment he moved instead towards a doorway leading off from the large chamber.

“Come, little Nemorvian. It is nearly time for me to explain why I have brought you here.”

Together they entered the much smaller room. She thought that at one time it must have been some kind of bedchamber, but the furniture had been replaced by the roots and vines that now made up the temple. There was something that looked like a huge bed, but instead of a mattress it had a bed of thick, soft moss.

Imeyr walked up to it and sat. “I need you,” he said, staring at Novaoa with his intense, glowing green eyes. “I need you and I don’t want anyone else to know why.”

She stood awkwardly before him. He seemed suddenly so tired, weak, and vulnerable. “Tell me,” she said, a bit of the fear she’d felt earlier returning.

“Do you remember what I said on our journey here?” he asked her. “About how we can win every battle against The Corruption and still lose?”

She nodded, feeling incredibly apprehensive.

“I was able to wash away its taint at Queen Faeven’s camp, but it cost me greatly. To touch anything infused with The Corruption almost always leads to a bit of its essence transferring into you. I have touched it and now its power is in me.”

Novaoa took a step back. What did the god mean? Had he taken her here for some nefarious, perverse reason? In clearing The Corruption away from Queen Faeven’s camp had he given himself to the sinister force?

“I can feel the thoughts running through your head,” he told her, his voice soft and full of weariness. “No, I have not given myself to The Corruption. But a sliver of it is in me. It will fester and grow, slowly corrupting every fiber of my being. I fear it can never be fully cured but I think it can be held at bay.”

“How?” Novaoa asked, already fearing she knew the answer.

“It changes me already,” Imeyr said, wringing his hands together and shaking slightly. “I’m feeling urges, no NEEDS, that I’ve never felt. I think, although I am not certain, that if I wish to keep The Corruption at bay I will need to stay in this form and have someone constantly sating these growing sexual needs.”

Novaoa stood motionless for a time, feeling the weight of what he had just confessed floating in the room with them. It was just about what she had expected. She knew how to please a man, how to satiate his sexual needs, but could she satiate a god’s needs?

Imeyr unexpectedly stood, a fierce look on his face and his eyes fixed upon Novaoa in a way that made her quake with fear. She saw something in his glowing green eyes, a flash of red. It’s the taint of The Corruption, she thought. Red is the color of it.

She wanted to take a step away from the god who stood towering above her but she felt suddenly weak. Her arms fell to her sides as her muscles all started to go limp. A moment later she fell to her knees, no longer able to stand.

Imeyr took a few quick steps towards her, his large strides easily closing the distance. He reached down and grabbed the top of Novaoa’s head and lifted her into the air before him. The glow of his eyes was now more red than green. He grabbed the clothing she was wearing and tore it open, causing her overlarge breasts to fall heavily into the open air.

The god groaned in delight at the forceful reveal of her breasts. “They are so large,” he whispered, his voice full of barely restrained lust as he stared at her tits. “So thick and wide and heavy… How did I never see just how sexually appealing a female’s breasts are?”

He shifted in a way that made her look down. She blinked, confused. A moment ago the god had been wearing layers of leather armor and robe-like white cloth edged in cold trim. But now the towering god was naked. His skin was covered in faintly glowing green tattoos shaped like chaotic dashes and glyphs. But it was not the strange tattoos that drew her eyes. It was his manhood, the hard erect manhood of a god.

There was a moment when she felt relief. Her racial weakness had not been triggered by the sight. It seemed that whatever Queen Faeven had done to “cure” her of it still lasted. But that relief was quickly replaced with terror as she took in just how big his member was. Although shaped and proportioned to match that of a regular Human Imeyr stood over ten feet tall leaving his member’s size shocking.

I can take that, she thought as her initial shock and fear lessened. It was large, but no larger than some of the male Collossi she’d serviced as a whore.

It was covered by the same glowing tattoos that covered the rest of his body. As she stared at it his cock those tattoos pulsed and throbbed, sparking slightly with angry red power. Reality around the angrily throbbing member warped, the god’s cock growing larger till her fear surpassed what she’d initially felt.

It WON’T fit in me, soon became the only thought racing through her mind as she continued to stare at it.

“It will fit wherever I desire it to fit,” Imeyr rumbled, clearly having read her mind.

He slammed her down onto the ground, forcing her onto her knees. She felt her heavy breasts bounce and jiggle from the impact, yet even before they had settled Imeyr was shoving his gigantic cock into her mouth. She opened wide, trying to scream as the god forced his throbbing member into her mouth but his dick was already deep enough in her mouth to muffle the scream completely.

Imeyr grabbed her horns with both hands and held her in place as he began to savagely fuck her face. His cock slammed into the back of her mouth and down her throat. She knew it should have been too big to fit, yet it did.

She choked and gagged as he slammed into her mouth and down her throat over and over again. Her body was still weak, her arms hanging limply at her sides. If not for the god holding her up by the horns she knew she’d have collapsed onto the floor. Her weak, limp body seemed to help make the savage face fucking less uncomfortable, although she still struggled to breathe.

It wasn’t long before Imeyr grunted and pressed so deep into her that her lips touched the base of his shaft. She felt the massive cock in her mouth and running down her throat quiver as he began to cum. The pressure inside of her as his cum exploded straight into her gut was disorienting, she’d never felt a man cum while pressed so far down her throat. Making it worse was the feeling that his load of ejaculate was impossibly larger than what a normal man could expel.

He let go of her horns and pulled out of her. As his cock slid up and out her throat she felt as if it was leaving a vast emptiness behind. Then, as soon as his cock was out of her mouth, she collapsed. Weakly she rolled over, gagging then half choking out the god’s huge load of cum.

There’s so much of it, she thought as it oozed and soaked into the twisting vines and living wood that made up the floor.

The weakness that had overcome her when Imeyr had stood was gone. She sat up and looked up at Imeyr, hoping to see the god sated and back to his normal self. Instead, she found him looming above her, his massive cock still hard. He was lightly stroking it while staring down at her tits.

“I warned you,” Imeyr said, his booming voice sounding half-mad. “I will need your near-constant attention to hold The Corruption at bay.”

Chapter Sixteen: Truth Revealed

“We’ll make camp here for the night,” Meadow said. The rest of the party trudged wearily into the small wooden clearing after the sprightly Fey woman.

Zomos set her huge double-headed axe against a tree then moved off into the nearby forest, returning a few moments later dragging the trunk of a downed tree. The Collossi lifted the tree with ease, her thick muscles flexing only slightly as she hefted it up then dropped it near the center of the clearing.

“Should make a passable bench you can all fit on,” she said before returning to the dense forest surrounding the clearing. She returned a moment later hefting a huge rock that she dropped near the length of the tree then sat down on it. “But a hard rock under my ass is far more to my liking.”

Destine Foy, the Human Mage that was the most recent addition to their little party, began slowly pacing around the edge of the clearing. She muttered arcane enchantments and held her hands out before her. Spinning circles of glowing runes appeared before her hands, leaving faint wispy trails of magic behind them.

Once she had fully encircled the clearing she turned and flashed a weary smile at the other women. “Those wards should make sure no one who wishes us ill stumbles upon us during the night. They’ll also help protect us if anyone who knows our identities tries to scry out our location.”

“Many thanks,” Meadow said, nodding appreciatively. “Are you up to starting a fire? It will be dark soon and I’m sure we’ll all appreciate the light and warmth before long.”

“I’m tired from our long march through the woods today,” Destine said, “but even should I be so exhausted as to need sleep right away such a feat would be possible with great ease.”

That one likes to show off, Amitkoa thought as she watched the young Mage gather flowing green energy between her hands then push it into the ground near the center of the clearing. Bright green flames erupted into life, seemingly needing no fuel to keep their flame burning.

She looked over at Zomos and saw that the Collossi was rummaging through the large pack she had been hauling on her back, pulling out the small but nourishing food they would soon be eating. The members of the party went up to her, one by one, taking the Fey trail bread they’d brought along as their main food source.

After taking hers Amitkoa went and sat on the tree trunk then opened the thick leaf wrapped around the food. Inside was a thick, dense bread. The leaf had some simple enchantment on it that helped keep the bread fresh while the bread itself had some magic of its own. A single piece provided enough nourishment for a long day’s march and even though it was a bit dry for her liking it still tasted delicious.

Kilne sat next to her, eagerly opening her meal and hungrily taking a few big bites. She looked up at Amitkoa after that and smiled. “This stuff is pretty tasty.”

“It is,” Amitkoa replied with a smile. She was happy to see that the young Nemorvian was seemingly back to her normal self. She’d seemed strange at first, quiet and then odd. But as they had continued through the forest she seemed to finally shrug off the events that had so shaken her.

Kilne glanced at Zomos, sitting on her rock and munching on her bread, then over to Meadow and Destine who were talking quietly together on the other end of the tree trunk. She then leaned in and whispered to Amitkoa. “Still no hint as to what this quest we’ve been sent off on?”

Amitkoa glanced over at the small but fierce Fey woman who was the leader of their party. “No,” she whispered back, “but I have faith in Meadow. She must have a good reason for not telling us yet.”

“You think that blue-haired Mage knows?”

“Maybe,” Amitkoa whispered back, looking at the Human. She was a very cheery woman, full of youthful exuberance and even when tired after their long march she still seemed to be always smiling and laughing prettily. Meadow and Destine were both warriors who had enlisted in an army of feminine might to take on great evil, yet there was an almost innocent wholesomeness to both women that felt odd to her.

Kilne lowered her voice even further and asked, “You think they are lovers?”

Both Nemorvians looked over at the two women. As they talked and laughed quietly together they sat intimately close. Occasionally Destine would reach out and place a hand on Meadow’s leg while the little Fey woman would often reach up and brush some of the Human’s long blue hair out of her face.

“Maybe,” Amitkoa whispered. “But what of it?” She stared hard at Kilne, curious why the question seemed so important to her friend. Kilne was staring at the other women, her brows furrowed as if she was trying to puzzle out some deep mystery. The green light of the flickering Mage flame made her face look sinister. Amitkoa felt a sudden urge to pull away from her friend, but a moment later the intense look on her face eased and the urge to pull back passed.

“It’s just that this evil we’re supposed to be fighting, this Corruption they keep going on about,” Kilne whispered before trailing off. “They keep talking about how perverse and sexual it is,” she restarted. “At first the way they talked made me think they thought any kind of sex was part of this evil, almost like sexuality itself was an enemy to be defeated. But the more time we’ve spent with them the less that’s seemed so. They are part of an army made up of only women, I guess I was wondering if they are all celibate or if they find intimacy between women acceptable.”

Amitkoa shrugged. “Why not ask them? Me, I don’t really care at the moment. My stomach feels full and now that I’ve been off my feet for a bit I’m feeling the weariness of the day.” She stretched sleepily and yawned. “I think I’ll need to sleep before long.”

Zomos was already pulling the bed rolls out of the large pack. “Do we need to set a watch through the night?” she asked, looking to Destine for the answer.

The blue-haired Human shook her head. “No, my wards should be enough. If we were pursued by some foe then they might fail, but as far as we know no one specific is hunting for us yet.”

“And if we are lucky,” Meadow said, “that won’t change anytime soon. But even so, I’ll stand watch. We Fey don’t need sleep the way you all do. I can rest while staying awake for days before I need proper sleep. The rest of you can bed down whenever you are ready.”

* * *

Meadow sat at the very end of the tree trunk, her feet perched on the edge and her body crouched over like a waiting gargoyle. Her fairy wings were extended and flickered and fluttered now and then as if in agitation.

Kilne was the only one beside Meadow still awake. She sat some way down the tree, watching the small Fey woman. The green flames of the magical fire still burned, but less brightly now and filling the clearing only with a faint flickering green hue. The bright moon above and a sky full of twinkling stars seemed to shine brighter than the fire. Meadow was staring up at the night sky, her shoulders hunched over. 

The young Nemorvian got up and moved closer to Meadow, sitting near her. “What are they?” she asked quietly so she didn’t chance waking the others.

Meadow started and it was clear she had not realized Kilne was still awake. She turned to her, looking a bit sheepish that she’d been so surprised. Her translucent wings fluttered for a moment then folded into her back, disappearing as they melded with her skin. “What do you speak of?”

Kilne nodded to the sky. “The stars,” she said, scooting closer. “And the moon, I suppose. I’ve lived nearly all my short life in one brothel or another and barely got to see the night sky till Novaoa saved me from that life. I have immense knowledge about how to please someone sexually, but I am very unlearned in almost anything else.”

Meadow’s legs slid down off the log so she could sit properly. She remained silent for a long time, staring up at the night sky, then finally answered slowly as if choosing each word with great care. “There are many Human scholars that think the stars are simply faraway suns, like ours but at a distance so vast all we can see are their faint twinkling glimmers in the night sky. They say the moon is a thing like Alaria, but much smaller and devoid of not just any life but air itself.”

She paused, looking from one part of the sky to another. “There are Elven scholars who tell a different tale. They say the stars are part of the Ethereal Plane that hangs above Alaria and that the moon is a beacon in the night set by the gods before the Great Collapse to help light the world when all is dark.

“I’ve heard some Dwarves think the stars are magical gems set in the void that surrounds Alaria, marking the edge of existence. They say the moon was forged by a mighty Dwarven god who had shamed their race and had been banished from Alaria, never to feel the joy of rock underfoot again. And I’ve heard some think it’s a floating ball of Emberstone that’s light is dimmed with distance.”

Kilne looked up at the moon and stars then looked back down at Meadow’s small but pretty features. She moved a bit closer, placing a hand gently on the Fey’s leg. “And what do the Fey say?”

Meadow looked down from the sky and smiled mischievously. “The Fey do not share what they believe with outsiders. We are not like other races of Alaria, not truly mortal in the sense that Humans and Dwarves or even Nemorvians are. Even a full-blooded High Elve is mortal, they will eventually age and die. We are… different. Our people’s history is long and sad, for Alaria was not always our home. There are other worlds, and we once lived in one, but the Fey can no longer return there. It is a sad thing that we rarely talk about even amongst ourselves. And because we are so different, because we don’t feel we belong in Alaria, my people have mostly tried to remain hidden from the mortal races.”

“But your Queen is leading your people to a great war! Surely soon you shall all be revealed to the world, no?” Kilne asked.

Kilne giggled quietly. “I forgot you never made it to Queen Faeven’s camp. I suppose you imagine a great host of Fey leading a handful of women like Destine Foy. The forces my queen has gathered are strong, but even so, our numbers are not very large. It’s an army, but only a small one. And the Fey gathered here in this forest, we are but a small band of my people. If the Fey are a people who cannot go home those gathered under Queen Faeven’s banner are those cast out from the homeless. Our decision to go out into the world, leaving behind our hidden homes, will forever make us outcasts from the rest of our people.”

A heavy silence hung between them for a time, Kilne not knowing what to say and Meadow seemingly not interested in saying more. Still, Kilne remained close with her hand on the small woman’s dainty leg.

Meadow began to slowly lean in towards the young Nemorvian as if drawn to her touch. When she noticed she pulled away, looking confused and sheepish. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, pushing Kilne’s hand off her leg. “My people have a natural affinity for physical affection that I’ve had little time to indulge in recently. I should not have drawn so near to you.”

“I didn’t mind,” Kilne said, starting to reach back out but stopping when Meadow slid away. “I’ve been meaning to ask,” Kilne said quickly as if trying to draw Meadow back towards her with conversation, “are the warriors in Queen Faeven’s army… celibate?”

“No,” Meadow replied without hesitation. “We do not willingly give ourselves to ANY man, but we give emotional and physical love freely to other women when the mood pleases us.”

“My racial weaknesses have made me a sexual servant to men all of my adult life,” Kilne said, looking at the ground and speaking slowly. She paused for a moment then looked up at Meadow, her expression suddenly fierce. “But I’ve always preferred the touch of a woman.”

“It is a much nicer form of physical intimacy,” the Fey woman replied. A moment later Meadow reached her thin arms up into the air and stretched. “I’m not tired or weary but I feel dirty from our long travel. I think the thing I wish for most right now is a bath, a good long soak in clean water.”

“There’s a pool nearby,” Kilne said eagerly, jumping to her feet and holding a hand out to Meadow. “Come, I’ll show you. We can leave the camp for a short time, everyone is sleeping and will never know we left. And thanks to Destine there’s no need for a watch.” She grabbed Meadow’s hand and pulled her to her feet before the woman could answer.

A moment later she was pulling her out of the clearing and into the dense forest. They moved fast, Kilne moving as if the way was a path she’d taken a hundred times. She ran, practically dragging the Fey woman after her. Meadow had to leap up, her wings unfurling and fluttering to hold her in the air to keep up.

Meadow giggled prettily, the sudden journey filling her with glee. “How do you even know of this pool?”

“I saw it as we neared the place we are camping,” Kilne told her. A moment later they came to a stop. Before them the trees were tall, their trunks thick. The underbrush, hanging vines, and moss before them were so thick it was like a wall. “Come on, it’s through here,” she said, parting some of the hanging greenery and pulling Meadow through.

Meadow gasped at what was revealed as they passed through the vines. Before them was a small pool of perfectly clear and calm water. The canopy above them was so thick the sky above was blocked from sight and all around the pool the vines and underbrush were so dense that it left the pool feeling as though it was in a small room.

It should have been pitch black but beautiful shimmering lights were slowly rising from the pool and floating up into the thick canopy above. They glowed with faint pink and red light, sparkling brighter at times and illuminating the enclosed area in shimmering, flickering light.

“Whisps,” Meadow whispered reverentially, staring at the lights as they came into existence on the surface of the water and started floating slowly up. “This is a magical place! It feels like home,” she said, her wings fluttering furiously and taking her up into the air. She giggled and spun about, running her hands through the whisps as they floated past her. “I’ve seen and felt yellow and blue and green whisps, but I’ve never even heard of pink and red ones!”

A moment later Meadow landed, eying the pool greedily. “It feels almost as if this place was created just for me! That pool is the perfect depth to bathe in. And look here at the edge of the pool, the way these rocks are formed is perfect for sitting on like they were carved for that purpose. Thank you, Kilne, for taking me to this place!”

Meadow was staring at the pool as she spoke and didn’t see the way Kilne was looking at her. A sinister smile had spread across her full lips as she stared at the little Fey woman while the irises of her eyes flickered and turned red. “Yes,” Kilne whispered to herself, “almost as if it was created just for you…”

Then she blinked, the red fading from her eyes. She stepped up behind Meadow, moving in silent and close. “The water waits,” she whispered into the Fey’s pointed ear, making sure her lips brushed against one of the elongated tips. She wrapped her hands around Meadow’s small body, grabbing her clothes to start pulling them off. “You don’t want these getting wet,” she said a bit louder.

“No,” Meadow said, her voice sounding strange. Her eyes had become glassy and she was moving oddly as if falling into a trance. “And I must bathe in the pool. I must!”

“Wait a moment,” Kilne said as she helped Meadow take the last of her clothing off. She grabbed the small woman by the shoulders and turned her around to face her, looking down at her naked body.

Meadow stood a head shorter than Kilne, her body thin and narrow. Her chest was nearly flat, but what little breasts she had were perky and her tiny pink nipples were hard in the cool night air.

“You’re beautiful,” Kilne whispered, running a hand through Meadow’s short hair and staring into her eyes. “May I bathe with you?”

Meadow blinked, confused. “What? Y-yes. Yes, that would be nice.” Her eyes were still glassy and she was very clearly not her normal self.

Whatever strange power was befuddling the little Fey woman’s mind was having no effect on Kilne, although the Nemorvian did seem to be acting differently. She was the youngest of the three Nemorvians and had always been the shyest and most hesitant. But now an intense fire burned in her eyes and she seemed both driven and confident.

She took a step back from Meadow, leaving the Fey woman standing still and watching the whisps rise as if they had hypnotized her. Kilne began undressing, revealing a body very different from that of the small Fey woman standing beside her.

Where Meadow’s body was small and almost inhumanly thin Kilne’s body was nothing but thick curves. She had full meaty thighs and a large, wide, fat ass. Her breasts looked huge standing next to the naked Fey woman, each wide heavy tit far larger than the little woman’s head.

Once Kilne was undressed she stepped up behind Meadow, gently grabbing hold of her shoulders. She stroked one of her arms as she leaned in and whispered into her pointed ear, “The water looks so cool and inviting, doesn’t it? You can’t help but need to enter the pool… It calls to you and you need to answer that call.”

Meadow nodded slowly, staring at the pool. “Yes… It… It calls to me. I must go deep into its waters…”

“Deep into its waters,” Kilne agreed. “You must go to the center and submerge your whole body. There, you will find the truth.”

“The truth,” Meadow whispered back.

Kilne let go of her shoulders and took a step back, waiting and watching with red back in her eyes.

* * *

I must enter the pool and discover the truth, Meadow thought as she slowly walked toward the water’s edge.

The closer to the pool she got the more whisps appeared on the water’s surface. With every step there were more of the glowing pink and red lights which rose faster and faster. When she took her first step into the pool the whisps began floating towards her as they rose to the canopy above. Those that came within a foot of her seemed to be pulled to her and instead of floating up they began to float around her. By the time she had her second foot in the pool the whisps were flowing around her, a slow-moving tornado of magical lights that glowed brighter and brighter.

Where she had stepped in the water only went up to Meadow’s ankles. The lights swirling around her were so intense she could barely see the pool anymore. But that didn’t matter, she didn’t need her eyes. All that mattered was the pool and the truth it held.

She took a few more steps and found the water there was up to her knees. A few more and it was up to her waist. Another few and all but her head was submerged.

There were no steps, natural or otherwise, built into the bottom of the pool. Meadow was vaguely aware that the change in depth was magical in nature. If she were to turn around and try and leave the pool she’d find that the water would be up to her neck all the way to edge. But she wasn’t going to turn around, she couldn’t. She had to know the truth.

Meadow took one more step, knowing her foot wouldn’t find the pool’s bottom this time. She didn’t care, she knew she had to be plunged all the way into its waters to discover the truth it held.

With a splash she fell into the water. For a moment she could feel herself sinking towards some unknown depth. But the sensation of water all around her lasted for only a few moments.

The world jerked and she was thrown down then to the side then up. There was no longer water around her. She was nowhere, propelled through an endless void that blew through her very soul. She gasped, her wings peeled off her back and began to flutter furiously. It did no good, she flew wildly, tumbling and shooting through the nothingness.

Her wild journey through the void might have lasted a moment or it might have been an eternity, it was impossible to tell in that endless nothingness. All that mattered was that it suddenly came to an end.

There was a flash of red all around her, sparking red magical power enveloping her and seeping into her body, mind, and soul. It had a strength she’d never felt before, stronger even than all the Fey power left in Alaria. It was oppressive, coming at her from every direction. Once started it never stopped creeping into her, and once it had begun to creep into her she felt it changing her… corrupting her!

The truth, Meadow of the Fey, you will be shown the truth.

Meadow was on a soft bed, her small frail body laid out flat on its back. Her arms were stretched out beside her, limp and unresponsive. Her ass was at the edge of the bed while a large man had hold of her legs, holding them wide open. She gasped as the man plunged a HUGE cock into her cunt. She shuddered and moaned as he began to pound her hard and fast.

This is the truth. This is what you were made for.

She started to climax, the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced, stronger than she had imagined possible. The man kept pounding her relentlessly, making her cum over and over again, each orgasm stronger than the last. She came till it felt like her mind had melted away and the woman she had been was gone.

Everyone wants to feel happy. Cock can make you happy. That is the truth.

She was somewhere else, naked and on her knees. Another man stood before her, naked as well. His cock was hard and she had her small hand wrapped around its base. She was looking up at it, admiring the sensual beauty of it. There was cum running down her face. She knew she’d just finished sucking the man’s cock before letting him cum all over her pretty face. It made her happy, pleasing men and their cocks made her happy!

Relax. Accept that you were fated for a life of sexual bliss and servitude.

Meadow was lounging on a couch, lying in the lap of a naked man. He was an important man, a great king or leader of some kind. He was leaning back on the couch, relaxing as Meadow held his cock in one hand while she sucked him off. She delighted in the slurping sounds the vigorous cock sucking made and reveled in the feeling of her head bobbing up and down. Sucking an important man off was relaxing, it wasn’t work. And his cock! So glorious, not just the shaft but his balls too. She fondled them lovingly, feeling bliss when the man moaned in appreciation.

There’s no such thing as too much cock, not for you. That’s the truth.

Meadow was on her knees again. Not naked this time, but she was surrounded by naked men of every race she’d ever encountered. They all had huge throbbing cocks in their hands and were pressing in towards her, shoving their dicks into her face. She had her head back and her mouth open wanting to lick and suck them all. The men who couldn’t get to her mouth rubbed their cocks on whatever part of her face they could reach. She loved it. She wanted all of them, every cock in the world! There could never be too many cocks for her.

Cum makes you feel sexy. You need to wear cum and wear it with pride.

The men were gone, off to do the important things that men did. She didn’t need to worry about those things, not anymore. They had all cum, cum on her face and in her hair, even on her pointed ears. It covered her face like a great thick yogurt that oozed and dripped off her. It was amazing to be covered in so much cum, to wear the ejaculate of so many men. It made her feel sexy and important and confident and—

This is your life now. You shall serve cock and serve The Corruption. And it’s always better to serve with friends.

Meadow was on her knees again, another naked man standing before her with his hard cock in her face. She was licking and sucking and slurping on it, but she wasn’t alone. Another woman was kneeling beside her. She was facing this woman, the man’s cock between them. She was licking one side of the man’s shaft, her friend the other. The woman hadn’t known how divine cock was, how important it was to give oneself to The Corruption and ALL sexual perversion. But Meadow had shown her, Meadow had led the woman to the truth.

Savor your salvation. Forget your former life; you shall only have to continue it for a short time. You are one with The Corruption now, its agent that will work to bring all your traveling companions into the fold of perversion and joy.

Meadow was on her back, a man sitting on her chest. She had hold of his cock, pointing it at her open mouth as it spasmed and spurted cum into her open maw. She had done so well, bringing so many women into the perverse embrace of The Corruption. And now she was being rewarded with a fresh mouth full of cum. As it hit her tongue she knew what heavenly bliss was.

This is the truth, Meadow of the Fey, you are now one with The Corruption as you were always fated to be. You will arise from the pool reborn. You shall share in a moment of bliss with the young Nemorvian who has already given herself completely to The Corruption. Then you two must work on spreading it to the rest of your party. You shall abandon your quest. The second, older Nemorvian is already touched by The Corruption, but she still fights it. The Collossi and the Human will resist, but you will find a way. Together you and Kilne will corrupt them all, one by one, The Corruption growing stronger as each woman falls into its embrace!

Meadow gasped for air as she rose out of the pool with a splash.

Kilne sat at the pool’s edge, her legs dangling into the water. She smiled at Meadow. “You’ve seen the truth?”

Meadow swam to her, finding an underwater ledge before the naked Nemorvian. She perched on it, finding that kneeling on it left her head just above the water. She looked up at Kilne, saw that the irises of her eyes were glowing red and knew that her eyes looked the same. “Yes,” she said, “I have.”

Kilne’s smile grew wider as she slowly spread her legs open, revealing her hairless vulva to the Fey woman. “That pool has gotten you all wet, but you’ll find my pussy is soaked without having to get in. Come, have a taste.”

Meadow leaned in, burying her face in the woman’s crotch. Her mouth opened and she began licking her pussy, running her tongue up one side of Kilne’s outer lips, up over her clit, then down the other side. Kilne leaned back, spreading her legs wider open as she moaned happily. Meadow licked her taint then moved up, letting her tongue slip into her inner lips. The Nemorvian was sopping wet, the taste of her arousal was heaven.

As the little Fey woman’s tongue danced around Kilne’s clit, coaxing it out, the Nemorvian wrapped her legs around her back and held her tightly in place. She ran her hands through Meadow’s wet hair while moaning in delight. She pulled Meadow tighter against her sex, moaning that she wanted to feel her tongue inside of her.

Meadow continued to eat her out, tonguing her cunt till Kilne shuddered and moaned as she climaxed.

A few moments later Meadow was out of the pool and the two were rolling around on the ground, arms and legs wrapped around each other. They kissed while their hands worked each other’s cunts. They shifted and scissored, howling in delight. They shifted again, Meadow on her back and Kilne sitting on her face.

Meadow was eating the Nemorvian’s pussy with hungry passion, looking up at her face through her two large, heavy breasts. No, part of her thought, this is wrong. It was a quiet voice in the very back of her mind, as if it was being held in a prison. None of this is right! Fight it, don’t give in! This isn’t truth.

“Shhhhhh,” Kilne said, moving off the Fey’s face and sitting on the ground next to Meadow. “Come lay your head in my lap and quiet your troubled mind. Yes, let me hold you, let my breast rest on your face. So warm, so soft. Mmmmm, yes, let my nipple slip between your lips. Suck. Drink my milk. Let The Corruption flow into you through it and let the very last of what you were be washed away forever.”

Meadow sucked and swallowed the delicious breast milk. The voice in her mind that had troubled her went silent. They would rest for a few moments then leave the pool. Once they did they’d have to play at being the people they once were. But they both knew the truth now, and in time so would the rest of their party…

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To be continued soon…

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