The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  Awaken.

  You open your eyes. You are still lying on the bed where Vale took you, but you are no longer naked. You look down to see that someone has dressed you in a gossamer shift, the sheer fabric barely concealing any part of you.

  Vale is not in the room. You listen for signs of anyone else. Perhaps one of his mages has been tasked with watching over you. Or else he thought you would sleep for longer. Maybe this is your chance to escape.

  Escape.

  Wait for Vale.

  You smile at the man and he returns your gesture. His violet eyes drink in every inch of you.

  “Dear kitten,” he says. “You are absolutely exquisite.”

  The king looks pleased. “Does this gift suit you?” he asks.

  The man’s smile grows. “She is perfect,” he says.

  You blush.

  The man continues, “You don’t know how honored I am to accept such a gift. Doria will forever be in the debt of Tyven.”

  The king chuckles humbly. “I had no idea she would be so well received. I must get back to the feast, but I will be joining you later. Please enjoy your night and let my servants know if you need anything at all.”

  With that the king takes his leave. The man waits until he is out of the room before introducing himself.

  “I’m Vale,” he says. He speaks softly, gently. “I am a mage of Doria and its representative at this feast. I know you must be a bit nervous not being familiar with the customs of Doria, but I assure you we treat those like you with the utmost care.”

  Two of the mages flank you, taking you by the arms.

  Vale notices your nervousness. “Nothing to worry about, kitten. We have a bit of business to take care of in my chambers before we join the festivities. My mages only want to make sure you get there safely.

  The mages escort you to Vale’s private chambers. They have you sit on the bed and lock the door behind them. You think you know what Vale wants from you and you begin to undress.

  “You’re an eager one,” he says, going to you. His leather-gloved fingers trace their way up your sides as you pull your dress over your head. He cups a breast making you shiver.

  You go to touch him but he stops you.

  “I’m sorry kitten, but you can’t touch my skin.”

  You ask him if he has a disease. It must be why he wears the gloves.

  Vale chuckles. “I suppose you could call it an affliction. You see, I serve a special role in the Order. I am a conduit for our gods, the Old Ones, to visit this plane. When they are possessing me I am far more powerful than any other mage, but when they are not I cannot bear even the touch of another person.”

  He has you lie on the bed as he continues to stroke your body. You feel weak under his touch as if hypnotized.

  “Tonight the Old Ones have given me a special task. They long to roam this realm freely without the constraints of possession.”

  He slips a finger between your pussy lips. He holds it up for you to see the glistening wetness there before going back to tickle your clit.

  “I’ve found the very ritual which will bring them to our realm, but I need a partner to complete it. Someone who can generate the carnal energy needed for the Old Ones to break through the barrier.”

  You flinch under Vale’s touch. Is he talking about black magic? You remember the Dorians’ dark history with such magic and how it almost destroyed the kingdom once.

  “What’s wrong, kitten?” Vale frowns. His hand leaves your clit.

  Tell him there’s nothing wrong.

  Refuse to perform the ritual with him.

  You have only started to get up off the bed when Vale returns. His aura has changed. Gone are his serpentine smile and teasing words. You try to play it cool, but he barely glances at you as he tells you to follow him. You can’t imagine what kind of punishment you would have faced if he’d caught you mid-escape.

  “Kitten, we’re late.”

  You follow him silently through the hallways until you pass through an archway draped in black curtains. Beyond is a room filled with nobles and Dorian mages. They have left the feast in the great hall to attend the Order’s private party upstairs. Many of the nobles are in various states of undress, occupying themselves with the shackled slaves both human and demonic that are apparently here for their entertainment.

  Vale tells you of the changes that the ritual brought to the capital. When the portal to the Old Ones’ realm was opened, it allowed the creatures from there to flood into this world. Vale assures you they are not a danger to you as long as you do what he says.

  Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces, and an open space has been cleared in the middle of the room. A circular symbol is carved into the stone floor. The nobles do not seem perturbed by the overt dark magic. If anything, they seem to enjoy the company of their demonic companions. You wonder if everyone has gone mad while you were sleeping.

  “Remember why you are here,” Vale murmurs in your ear. “You chose to serve Doria, to give yourself into my servitude. You will not disobey me.”

  He nods at a handsome man with curly dark hair who nods back. In the man’s hand is a leash, at the end of which is an imp. Vale introduces the man as he approaches, the little red creature loping along behind him.

  “This is the prince of Ollvyn,” Vale says. “He has already pledged his lands to the Order and has been helping me sway others to do the same.”

  The curly-haired man bows and kisses your hand. “Vale didn’t tell me he was bringing a date.”

  “She is the king’s gift,” Vale tells him.

  The prince’s demeanor shifts. You can see a predatory glint in his eye.

  “May I?” he asks Vale.

  “She’s all yours,” Vale replies.

  Go with the prince.

  Tell Vale you don't want to.

  You vividly remember the feeling of Vale’s hands around your throat, of his magic forcing your body to submit to his violation. What would he do to you if he caught you trying to escape?

  You lie back on the bed feigning sleep until Vale returns. His aura has changed. Gone are his serpentine smile and teasing words. He barely glances at you as he tells you to get up.

  “Kitten, we’re late.”

  You follow him silently through the hallways until you pass through an archway draped in black curtains. Beyond is a room filled with nobles and Dorian mages. They have left the feast in the great hall to attend the Order’s private party upstairs. Many of the nobles are in various states of undress, occupying themselves with the shackled slaves both human and demonic that are apparently here for their entertainment.

  Vale tells you of the changes that the ritual brought to the capital. When the portal to the Old Ones’ realm was opened, it allowed the creatures from there to flood into this world. Vale assures you they are not a danger to you as long as you do what he says.

  Red candles are placed on different surfaces and in sconces, and an open space has been cleared in the middle of the room. A circular symbol is carved into the stone floor. The nobles do not seem perturbed by the overt dark magic. If anything, they seem to enjoy the company of their demonic companions. You wonder if everyone has gone mad while you were sleeping.

  “Remember why you are here,” Vale murmurs in your ear. “You chose to serve Doria, to give yourself into my servitude. You will not disobey me.”

  He nods at a handsome man with curly dark hair who nods back. In the man’s hand is a leash, at the end of which is an imp. Vale introduces the man as he approaches, the little red creature loping along behind him.

  “This is the prince of Ollvyn,” Vale says. “He has already pledged his lands to the Order and has been helping me sway others to do the same.”

  The curly-haired man bows and kisses your hand. “Vale didn’t tell me he was bringing a date.”

  “She is the king’s gift,” Vale tells him.

  The prince’s demeanor
shifts. You can see a predatory glint in his eye.

  “May I?” he asks Vale.

  “She’s all yours,” Vale replies.

  Go with the prince.

  Tell Vale you don't want to.

  You begrudgingly go with the prince. Maybe he won’t be as bad as Vale. At least he is not mage, as far as you can tell. If he gets too handsy you can throttle him with the imp’s leash.

  The prince takes you to a quiet alcove away from the crowd, while the imp keeps trying to sneak a peek up your dress. The prince yanks the leash hard making him heel.

  “I apologize for my pet’s terrible manners,” he says. “But he hasn’t had a thing to drink all night and gets cranky when he’s thirsty.”

  The prince takes a seat and forces you to sit on his lap. You struggle against him but he threatens you. “I’ll tell Vale how his slave misbehaved,” he growls in your ear. “He’ll do things to you that would make me flinch, and I don’t scare easily.”

  He lifts up your dress and hooks your legs around the outside of his. You don’t make it easy for him, but you don’t try to escape either.

  “That’s better,” the prince says.

  He tickles you through your panties as the imp watches eagerly. The creature’s little cock has gone hard. You fear what the prince intends to let the imp do to you.

  The prince continues to tease you, tickling that sensitive place just below your clit. You start to get the urge to go to the bathroom. You try to shift so that his fingers don’t touch you there. But he only holds you tighter. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

  “It’s all right,” he murmurs in your ear. “You don’t have to hold it. My pet will catch every drop.”

  Your panties cling to your pussy. The urge to wet yourself is maddening. You can also feel yourself about to come. But you know one can’t happen without the other.

  You fight with all your might against the growing urgency. You beg the prince to let you go. He slips your panties aside to expose your quivering pussy. The imp waits with his mouth open.

  Keep holding it.

  Let go.

  “I’m not going,” you tell Vale.

  His expression sours and he pulls you aside.

  “What have I told you?” he hisses. “I could hurt you. I could make you wish you were dead. Now go give yourself to the prince like a good slave. And maybe I won’t have to punish you.”

  He pushes you back towards the prince.

  “Apologies,” he says, his sly smile back. “This one’s had a bit too much to drink it seems.”

  The prince shakes his head. “You keep her. She looks like more trouble than she’s worth.”

  Shortly after the prince’s departure, a group of mages approaches Vale. There are four of them, all dressed in the black robes of the Order. They bow slightly in greeting.

  “This one needs training,” Vale says to them. “I trust the creatures are ready?”

  The mages nod in unison.

  Go with the mages.

  Refuse.

  You are tired of fighting. You quietly submit. He looks pleased as the mages take you away.

  They bring you to a room with a cage in the center, big enough for a minotaur to stand upright. The rest of the room is empty. Two of them undress you while the other two take off their robes. You don’t fight them as they slip your dress over your head and pull down your panties.

  The two undressed mages are upon you as soon as their robes hit the floor. They guide you to the ground, one of them straddling your chest while the other pulls your legs apart. The one on your chest pushes his cock against your lips. You open your mouth to let it in, knowing that fighting would only get you punished.

  The mage between your legs shoves his tongue inside your pussy. You gasp, giving the other one a chance to push his cock down your throat. You moan around his cock as the other mage tongues your pussy. Your hips involuntarily move against his face.

  Your hands are filled with cocks as the two other mages rejoin you. They force you to stroke them as you’re throat fucked and tongued. You shudder as you come and feel the tongue replaced by a thick cock. It rubs against your opening testing your eagerness to be filled, then plunges in deep filling you up in one thrust.

  The mage straddling your chest cums on your face, strings of it falling into your open mouth as you take gasping breaths. The mage fucking you pulls you up to sitting while one of the mages you were stroking sidles up behind you. He pushes into your tight ass, meeting no resistance as your hole gives way to his cock. You keep quiet as you are filled in both holes, sandwiched between the two mages, suffering silently their degradation like a submissive slave should.

  You aren’t sure how long they fuck you, or how many of them get turns in each of your holes, but when you are done you are dazed and covered in cum. Your whole body is receptive and willing to be used however they please.

  Continue.

  Again, you refuse Vale’s order. You won’t go with the mages. As soon as the words leave your mouth you find yourself flanked on all sides.

  You try to fight them but there are too many of them. They grab you and stuff a rag into your mouth. None of the guests seem to care as they carry you away from the party kicking and struggling.

  They bring you to a room with a cage in the center, big enough for a minotaur to stand upright. The rest of the room is empty. Two of them hold you while the other two undress. No matter how you struggle their grip never falters.

  The two undressed mages are upon you as soon as their robes hit the floor. They push you to the ground, one of them straddling your chest while the other pulls your legs apart. The one on your chest grabs your jaw forcing it open. You spit when he tries to shove his cock in and he slaps you hard. Still you refuse.

  The mage between your legs shoves his tongue inside your pussy. You gasp, giving the other one a chance to stick his cock inside your mouth. You moan around his cock as the other mage tongues your pussy. You buck your hips against his face trying to make him stop but it only encourages him. Your writhing makes you gag on the cock in your mouth.

  Your hands are filled with cocks as the two other mages rejoin you. They force you to stroke them as you’re throat fucked and tongued. You shudder as you come and feel the tongue replaced by a thick cock. It rubs against your opening testing your eagerness to be filled, then plunges in deep filling you up in one thrust.

  The mage straddling your chest cums on your face, strings of it falling into your open mouth as you take gasping breaths. The mage fucking you pulls you up to sitting while one of the mages you were stroking sidles up behind you. He pushes into your tight ass, meeting resistance almost immediately. But he keeps trying until your hole gives way to his cock. You moan lewdly as you are filled in both holes, sandwiched between the two mages.

  You aren’t sure how long they fuck you, or how many of them get turns in each of your holes, but when you are done you are dazed and covered in cum. Your whole body is receptive and willing to be used however they please.

  Continue.

  You try as hard as you can to hold it. Your muscles tense and sweat beads your skin. You have never been so desperate to come in your whole life, but you mustn’t if you want to keep from wetting yourself.

  You can’t hold it any longer. You moan as the warm liquid pours out of you. The imp scampers forward to lap at your pussy, trying to catch every drop that dribbles from between your legs. You writhe in the prince’s grip, ashamed at the feeling of the imp’s long tongue slurping at you. It massages your clit making you come even as the piss keeps flowing.

  “Sick little bastards, aren’t they?” the prince chuckles.

  He doesn’t let you go until every last drop has left you. The imp loses interest when there is no more to drink.

  Finally the prince lets you go. You stand shakily letting your dress fall back into place. You can feel a bit of wetness run in rivulets down your legs. You feel slimy from the imp’
s spit and ashamed at what you were forced to do.

  The prince takes you back to Vale.

  “Where are your manners?” Vale asks you when he sees your flushed cheeks and the wetness down your legs. He tells you to properly thank the prince.

  “Thank you,” you mutter.

  “Master,” Vale corrects.

  “Thank you, master,” you repeat in a sullen tone.

  Vale waits until the prince is gone before scolding you. “It looks like you’re bad attitude is incurable. You’ll need to be trained.”

  “Training?” you ask.

  Vale laughs cruelly. “My mages have promised to make a proper slave out of you. They’ve picked out some monsters especially just to break you tonight. But don’t worry, they’ll make sure you’re nice and stretched before they let the monsters have you.”

  Before you can protest you find yourself flanked by mages. They look at you hungrily, no doubt eager to start your training.

  Go with them.

  Fight them.

  Run.

  You can’t hold it any longer.

  You moan as the warm liquid shoots out of straight into the open mouth of the imp. You feel indescribable relief but also intense shame as the creature catches every drop. The prince rubs your clit making you come even as the piss keeps flowing.