No matter how much the thought of it made her pussy ache, rubbing against the saddle.
The walls loomed ahead over the sloping roofs and burning lanterns. Shouts and screams rent the night. The bellow of orcs prime among them. She caught glimpses of broken doors of a number of homes the orcs had attacked before convening on the gate. The dead littered the ground in pathetic jumbles.
Ahead she saw Kirinovo’s gates. Fighting had engulfed the space around it. She drove her steed faster, desperate. Orcs were clumped about the walls, and even as she rode forward, she saw the barred portcullis begin to rise with a creak of chains.
“For Istanov!” Damera roared as she burst out of the street and into the square. Orcs turned in shock as her cavalry and knights hit them. Soldiers cheered as the reinforcements were received, even as the gate creaked to a halt. Not open fully, but even so monsters surged through the gap and into the square. The two sides clashed with a shriek of steel and snarl of man and monster.
Her horse reared, lashing out with hooves. An orc’s face caved in under the blow, another went down, screaming before the crunch of bone beneath her steed silenced it. Damera laid out with her sword, the stone flaring at its hilt, the blade glowing as it cut through green and grey flesh with ease.
Red flared in the corner of her eye. She turned as crimson lightning surged for her. Her steed shrieked as the blast took it full in the chest. Damera clenched her teeth as hot agony raced up her arms. Her horse screamed, falling. She threw herself from the saddle, hitting the ground. Agony and desire surged through her as she struck her wounded side, scrambling to her feet.
A woman walked through the chaos towards her. Bare feet carried her forward, full breasts high and proud. A face of power and cruelty looked down at Damera while scarlet hair twisted and writher in a vortex of raw power. Crimson static clawed up the woman’s naked frame as she stopped, smirking at the empress.
Even before she saw the imp flutter to the woman’s shoulder, she knew who she faced. “The Red Witch,” Damera hissed.
“Ey! She knows you. Isn’t that something?” the imp said before the sorceress flicked him off.
“The empress of Istanov,” the red head said with a mocking bow. “So you’re the one the Duke and Ghostheart had such trouble with. Have to admit,” she said with an appraising glance at the busty empress, “I can see the appeal. No wonder that orc wanted to fuck your royal cunt.”
“Traitor!” Damera snarled, lifting her sword. “You abandoned your own race!”
The Red Witch laughed with cruel delight. “I did! And it was magnificent. Mnn. Feels so liberating! How about it? Want to join me? I bet you can’t wait to. All those sinful little urges just telling you to take a monster’s fat cock. To just bend over and let them ream your uptight little cunt.”
Damera blushed. Her wound ached, her nipples stiffening, rubbing against the silk of her shirt. “Sh-shut up!”
The Red Witch laughed and raised her hand. Power surged up her arm into a ball of raging lightning she hurled towards the empress. Damera threw herself aside, the spell shattering the cobblestones where she’d stood in an explosion of stone and dust.
“You’re wearing far too much,” the Red Witch said, orbs of light crackling around her hands. “Let’s fix that!”
Again she threw forward her bristling magic. Too late, Damera tried to dodge. The spell hit her full in the chest. She screamed in pain as her armour was ripped away as if by savage claws, breastplate torn aside, her silk shirt shredded to ragged strips. She staggered back.
The Red Witch cackled and took a step forward, her hips swinging in the sensual sway of predatory hunger. Power danced on her fingers and again a surge of crimson lightning surged towards the dazed empress.
Damera swung up her sword.
Spell and steel clashed. Damera skidded back a foot before she stopped. She grit her teeth, holding her family’s sword before her, crimson lightning clawing along the blade. The stone at its hilt blazed with life, the iron white hot.
The witch’s smirk faded. Damera took a step forward. Another.
“Bitch!” the Red Witch growled, pushing more might into her spell. Tongues of lightning snapped out, crackled, ripping great fissures in the pavement. Damera struggled forward, fighting against the force of the magic, pushing on.
For the first time, fear shone in the Red Witch’s eyes. Fear as the empress fought forward despite the arcane might thrown against her. Battled against the insidious magic that surged through her side. The air screamed from the warring forces of sorcery.
With a final cry, Damera swung her blade. The enchanted steel crashed against the spell.
The explosion was more than deafening. A sound so loud it seemed an absence of one. Silencing everything around it. The Red Witch was hurled back, crashing to the ground. She hit the wall; breath driven from her in a gasp.
Damera stood still, holding her blade before her. Its steel steamed in the air. Her breasts heaved, the rags of her shirt stirring around her. Grimly, she advanced.
“I suggest you stop, empress!”
Damera spun about, sword raised. Her eyes were drawn up and a gasp escaped her.
His robes snapping about him in the cold wind, the Duke of Ashes stood astride the top of the gate. His pale face seemed to hover in the darkness of his hood, his eyes sharp and cruel. In one hand he clutched his cane, the head carved in the shape of an eye.
But in the other he held a figure. Her pale flesh seemed to glow in the darkness. Her blonde hair stirred and her glowing crystalline wings flapped uselessly in the air.
“Tiana!” Damera gasped, horror tightening in her chest at the sight of the angel in the grasp of the Duke.
“So you do know each other,” the Duke said, smirking down at her, yanking the angel closer. His hand engulfed the angel’s soft breast, the heavenly woman wincing as he groped her. “How lovely. Then this will be even easier. Surrender, empress,” the Duke said, his other hand leaving his cane which remained standing as if nailed to the ground. His fingers played against the angel’s slit, making Tiana quiver, her mouth opening in a pant of pleasure. “Surrender, or I’ll defile this creature’s holy flesh.”
Damera shook as she watched the torrid scene, her body pulsing with desire. Arousal. “Monster!” she cried, her voice breaking as the power of her sword weakened against the insidious influence of her wound.
The Duke laughed. “Hardly an insult, empress. Now drop your weapon!”
Damera looked about blankly. Her forces were in retreat, pushed back. Monsters poured through the open gates. Men died, falling, screaming as they were torn apart. Those on the walls were fleeing, the townsfolk abandoning the walls. Running back into the maze of the streets. Fires were already beginning to burn throughout Kirinovo.
Her sword slipped from nerveless fingers, clattered to the ground. The gem in its hilt pulsed once more, then the glow faded, dying slowly.
The moment the sword left her hand the insidious arousal of her wound rushed in. The void that was left was filled. Damera cried out in despair; a sound so weak, so helpless, and falling into a needy whimper. Her legs gave way and she fell to her knees, bowing her head.
The Duke of Ashes laughed, the sound cruel and savage. He grasped the angel’s wings and wrenched. Tiana screamed as her wings shattered into motes of light, her head thrown back in pain and despair. Contemptibly, the Duke thrust her over the wall. She fell, her glow fading, her flesh losing its holy hue. But death did not wait her near the ground. Hands and claws caught her, bearing her down. Howling with glee monsters surrounded the former angel, pawing at her soft curves, scratching her with claws.
Damera watched, her eyes empty. Hollow. Her core throbbed as a minotaur speared Tiana with his massive cock, the angel’s scream of pain morphing into a moan of ecstasy as the monster plunged his shaft into the angel’s form.
A hand grabbed Damera’s head, forcing it back, forcing her to watch. “Look at her,” the Red Witch hissed into the empres
s’s ear. “Look at how eager she is for monster cock. It’s almost pathetic, isn’t it? But it’s so arousing too. Hm?”
Damera whimpered as the Red Witch grasped the empress’s full breast, fondling that perky orb, feeling that stiffened peak of Damera’s nipple. Damera didn’t fight it. She couldn’t turn away from the torrid scene as the angel was mounted, her cries of pleasure silenced as an orc claimed her mouth with his thick cock, spit-roasting her between him and the minotaur.
Hot pleasure pounded through Damera. She didn’t bother loathing herself for watching. She was beyond that. Beyond such feeble despair. Her body tingled with awareness of her own arousal. With searing heat of desire that washed away all the shame and pride she once held to herself. Her pussy dripped with arousal. Waves of hot and cold spread from the cursed wound in her side.
The angel screamed in ecstasy as the minotaur howled, spearing her on his cock, his balls tightening as he came. The emblem of the eye blazed into existence on Tiana’s mons, branding her the breeding stock of monsters. The angel’s cry rose in a call of pleasure. Of servitude even as her stomach bulged from the amount of cum pumped into her.
“Like that?” the Red Witch purred into Damera’s ear.
“Nnn,” Damera whimpered.
“Strip, slut.”
Resistance was gone. Damera’s hands moved, pushing down her pants, baring her wet slit. She whimpered as she started openly fingering herself, watching as Tiana was defiled by the monsters, cries of fear and pain changed to moans and pants of pleasure, her hips bucking eagerly as the minotaur pounded the angel’s cunt, her breasts bouncing on her chest.
“Oh, you love it,” the Red Witch cackled as Damera pulled away yet more of her tattered garments. “I knew you were a slut. But we had to make sure you knew it too. That’s why we gave you that pretty cut along your side. Just to make sure that you really appreciated what you truly wanted. Make sure you gave in to aaaall those naughty urges.”
Damera whimpered, her pants falling around her knees in the bloody streets, the rags of her jacket falling away, leaving her naked. Panting. Needy.
“You’re doing so well, empress,” the Red Witch giggled, her hand snaking down Damera’s front, stroking her soaking slit, making the empress whimper and pant. “Just giving in to all those sinful urges. I knew you were always a monster slut. You fought them, but what you really wanted to do was fuck them. Didn’t you? Oh you poor thing. Denying yourself for so long.”
“N-nooo,” Damera whimpered.
“No?” the Red Witch crooned. “You mean you don’t want to be bent over and stuffed with monster cock?” She flicked Damera’s clit, making the empress buck and gasp. “You don’t want to grow heavy with monster pups? Your tits fat with milk for your master’s young? Your body their plaything? A living cock sleeve for your new masters?”
Damera whimpered, trying to deny it, but she knew she couldn’t. Every suggestion sent another stab of sweetest lust piercing through her. Every touch of the Red Witch’s finger sent her hips twitching, humping the teasing finger. Her breath steamed in the air. Her head was spinning. Her body subsumed her hesitation. Drowned her will, herself beneath the impatient need to be bred. To be taken and conquered and made an eager slut.
A shadow fell over them. Damera raised her head.
“Oh,” the Red Witch giggled. “It looks like your first has come along.”
Ghostheart towered over them. The orc’s muscled grey hide cut a dark shadow against the fires of the city. Blood splattered his bare chest, his face blank beneath the white paint in the guise of a skull. But his eyes. His eyes burned with dark triumph and terrible desire.
“Go on now,” the Red Witch murmured into her ear. “Show him how much you regret giving him his newest scar.”
Damera shuddered. Her body seemed to move on its own. Lie back, push out her hips. Her eyes were smoky and pleading as she reached down and parted her slick cunt lips, baring her pink depths.
“P-please,” Damera whimpered. “Please… f-fuck me.”
The Red Witch cackled as Ghostheart moved over them. “That a girl,” the sorceress grinned, drawing back, leaving the quivering empress for the towering orc. His hands gripped her hips, the sensation shooting through Damera with eager anticipation. Her lips parted as the orc crouched over her, pulled aside his loincloth, baring the thick pillar of his cock. Gods. Gods, how had Damera resisted him that time before Sallowmarsh? How had she not seen the glory of such a specimen of manhood. The greatness of such a pillar of masculine power. Her breath was hot. Her whole body burning with fertility. There would be no going back. No returning. She knew this would damn her.
And she didn’t care.
Ghostheart thrust. His cock filled her in a stroke of purest pleasure. Damera screamed, throwing back her head in joy as her inner walls clamped down on the orc’s fat cock. “Yessssss!” she cried out, helpless, enthralled. Desperate. “Yes! Masterrrrrrr!”
Ghostheart didn’t give her a moment’s reprieve. He pulled back and thrust forward, beating his hips against her own, the wet slap of flesh filling her ears. The sensation of the orc’s cock within her overpowering her sense of self. Of resistance. Of denial. “Yesssss!” she screamed. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck your slut! Oh gods. Gods! Yesssss!”
Ghostheart pulled her against his chest, slamming her down on his cock. Damera screamed with ecstasy as she felt his shaft fill her to the brim. It was so good. So wonderful! She knew it was the curse. That wound given to her. That she had been trapped. Ensorcelled. Cursed to want this. And yet, she didn’t care. Couldn’t care.
“I want it!” she screamed, spearing herself on the orc’s shaft, her pupils glowing, changing. Her orgasm thrummed through her, yet she didn’t stop riding her monstrous lover. “I want it all! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! I need monster coooock!”
The Red Witch grinned wide as she saw Ghostheart grunt, gripping the empress’s hips as he drove his cock into her, his tusks bared in pleasure. With a sudden bellow the orc slammed her down to the hilt, and came.
Damera wailed in ecstasy as the orc’s foul seed pumped into her fertile womb. She felt the symbol of the eye brand her mons, the curse seizing her. All her battles, all her suffering ended, lost, lost to the pleasure of being bred by a monster. And yet, the curse was not done.
Black swirls like patterned ink spread across her pale flesh. Damera cried out, arching, pushing out her plump tits as the signs crawled over her curving breasts, swirling about her nipples. The patterns framed the eye upon her mons. Her pupils thrummed in the form of glowing hearts. Her breasts engorged, growing larger, heavier, firmer. Her hips swelled out under the touch of the sorcerous markings, giving the already curvy empress the figure of a brood mother.
“Yesss!” Damera screamed, lost in ecstasy. She wailed as she came again, peaking as the curse took hold of her. Enslaved her. Turned her into the perfect slut for monster cock. “Yes! Fill me! Fill me with your cum! Make me your slut! Yes! Yes! Breed me! Fuck me! Make me a monster whore! I need it! I need monster cock so baaaad!”
Ghostheart grabbed her breasts, making the empress keen with delight as he continued to pound her pussy. Her hips moved, aiding him in fucking her, letting her pussy tighten and massage his cock.
The Red Witch laughed at the eagerness of the empress. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to fight for your kingdom? For your empire?”
“Nooo!” Damera moaned, her breasts bouncing, her cunt tightening as she pounded herself down on the orc’s cock. Eager to pleasure him. Desperate to make him fuck her still harder. To bring her to new heights she had never dreamed. “No! I just… ah… I want to be fucked! I want to be a monster slut! It’s so… nnn! Much better! Ah. Mnnn! Yes! Yes! Ahhhh!”
She came again, her eyes pulsing with adoration, her plump lips parted, breath steaming in the air as she came again. It was all too much for the once empress. All too wonderful. Too glorious.
Ghostheart unsheathed his cock from her and pushed her to the ground. Damera gasped, c
limbing on to her hands and knees. She stayed there, held by some silent compulsion to submit. That this was where she belonged. For a moment she was afraid she wouldn’t be fucked anymore, but then she felt the orc’s hands on her gravid hips, and those fears melted away.
Damera Istanova raised her head. Before her she could see the city of Kirinovo. Fires were already engulfing the houses. Smoke billowed in dark clouds into the air. Monsters gambolled in the streets, seizing fleeing soldiers and townspeople, slaughtering the men, taking the women wherever they happened to be, fucking them, claiming them and branding them with the curse of breeding. Turning wails of despair into screams of sweetest pleasure. Damera watched as the last of her army, the last true stronghold of her people was destroyed in an orgy of pleasure and flame, and found she didn’t care.
In fact, as Ghostheart’s cock plowed into her tight ass, she could only moan in delight, thrusting back against him. Gods. Gods, if only she’d known how wonderful it was to be fucked by monster cock! If only she could have guessed! She never would have bothered fighting the Duke if she’d known being bred by a monster was so good. So wonderful! So positively the best thing that could ever happen to her!
“Yessss!” she screamed as Ghostheart began to fuck her, his hips spanking her plush bottom with every thrust, the orc’s massive form looming behind her, his musk and the rusty scent of blood sending her head spinning, her breasts swaying beneath her as she thrust back against him. “Yes! Fuck your slut! Breed me again! Oh yes. Yes! Fuck your monster sluuuuut! Fill me with your seed! Stuff me with your young! Oh gods. Gods yes! I want it! I want to be your monster breeder! Yesssss!”
Her scream of joy rose into the night, joining those echoing across Kirinovo. Cries of pain. Of surrender. And wails of ecstasy as the survivors were claimed, and shown the future. The future of the monster rule.
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