The Feast

by Rowan Bree

  “It seems you’re adjusting well to this new world,” Vale says as you drift off. “I will make sure you are provided all the pleasure you desire. You will never miss my touch when you have a world full of monsters to play with.”

  You fall asleep with the mage gently stroking your hair. You’re glad to have pleased him.

  Epilogue.

  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.

  “Sick little bastards, aren’t they?” he 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.

  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 say quietly.

  “Master,” Vale corrects.

  “Thank you, master,” you repeat. The words send a thrill up your spine. The prince and his imp degraded you and you liked it. You wonder how much farther you will fall under Vale’s control.

  Vale takes your hand in his gloved one and leads you away. A couple guests reach out to grope you as you pass them. You stop to oblige them, Vale watching you hungrily the whole time. He can see that you’re at your limit, however, and takes you back to his chambers where you fall sleepily onto the bed.

  “It seems you’re adjusting well to this new world,” Vale says as you drift off. “I will make sure you are provided all the pleasure you desire. You will never miss my touch when you have a world full of monsters to play with.”

  You fall asleep with the mage gently stroking your hair. You’re glad to have pleased him.

  Epilogue.

  You tell him you don’t want to perform the ritual.

  “But you don’t have a choice,” Vale tells you. “You are the king’s gift to us. You belong to Doria and its mages, and to me. If I tell you to do something you will do it.”

  He straddles you and puts his hands around your throat. He slowly tightens his grip until you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. His hips grind down against you. The pressure against your clit makes you moan involuntarily.

  “What was that kitten?” Vale taunts. His face swims out of focus.

  You try to speak but you can’t get enough air. He keeps grinding against you, knowing it’s only a matter of time before you come. He opens his mouth and lets a slow trickle of spit drip down onto your lips.

  “Are you ready to let the Old Ones in?”

  You can’t hold out any longer. Your body shudders underneath the mage. He lets go of your throat and gets off you. You lie on the bed shaking, sorry you ever tried to defy the mage.

  He undoes the silver clasps of his robe and lets it fall to the floor. You can see the outline of each muscle on his thin frame. He is hairless all the way down to his long cock. The bastard is hard from taunting you.

  “It’s time,” Vale says, his voice coming out growly. His violet eyes flash red and a dark mist starts to fill the room. The Old Ones are here, you think with horror. They are giving Vale the power to complete the ritual with you.

  Vale pulls you to the edge of the bed and positions his cock against your pussy. He no longer needs to be careful not to touch you, not now that the Old Ones have possession of his body. You gasp as he thrusts into you, your mind flooding with hellish images of burning landscapes and bottomless pits. Through the dark mist you can see Vale’s sweaty face above yours, his brow furrowed in concentration as he fucks you forcefully.

  At some point you black out, your mind unable to handle the intense violation. Your nightmares are filled with visions of the netherworld. It all feels so real, Vale’s endless thrusting and the sound of your cries as he makes you come over and over again. Above you in the sky circle winged beasts with horns. They are waiting for the portal to be opened between their realm and yours.

  Awaken.

  —

  “News from Tyven,” Sybil says, peering into your tent. “Jasper wants you both outside.”

  You pull up the blanket to cover your naked breasts and give Eli a smack on his skinny bottom.

  Sybil leaves, a slight smile on her face.

  You try to get dressed despite Eli’s attempts to lure you back to bed with him. He grabs you from behind and forces your legs apart. His fingers circle your clit.

  “Stop it,” you moan, wrestling him away. He doesn’t let up.

  Ever since you fled Tyven you’ve been moving from place to place, meeting with groups like Eli’s across the kingdom who have been fighting to root out the Order before they can spread. Even with Vale dead, the Order is still going strong. If anything, Vale’s death has only deepened the relationship between Tyven’s king and the mages.

  “Did you miss me, kitten?”

  The silvery voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

  “What did you say?” A cold chill runs up your spine.

  “Are you okay?” Eli asks in his usual tone.

  You let out a breath. For a second you thought Vale was in the room with you. But the mage is dead.

  “You started shivering,” Eli says, holding you close. “But not like you do when you come, like scared shivering. I got worried.”

  You turn to look at him. The concern in his eyes makes your heart flutter. You’ve found yourself falling for the elf harder than you’d expected.

  “I think I was still dreaming,” you say, not wanting to trouble him over nothing.

  Eli kisses you, his hand trailing back down between your legs. You fold your hand over his, encouraging his fingers inside you.

  You hear Sybil’s outside the tent. “Honestly, I’m not above locking you both up in chastity devices.”

  Eli’s lips move down your neck. His thumb finds your clit.

  Saving the kingdom can wait. Right now there are much more important matters at hand.

  THE END

  Back to the start.

  —

  “News from Tyven,” Eli says. He is holding up a bruised, bloody man in a hooded robe. You can barely see his face through the scraggle of white hair covering it.

  “You didn’t need to hurt him,” Jasper says.

  Eli frowns. “He tried to get away. And it wasn’t me. It was Toren.”

  “So what’s the news?” You ask.

  Eli elbows the man in the ribs. He groans.

  “Tell her what you told me,” he says.

  The man says little of interest, starting with the usual threats and then repeating the same rumors you’ve been hearing about the capital. Ever since you fled Tyven you’ve been moving from place to place, meeting with groups like Jasper’s across the kingdom who have been fighting to root out the Order before they can spread. Even with Vale dead, the Order is still going strong. It seems they have moved away from their more occult pursuits to focus on public image.

  Vale’s death was quickly determined to be a politically motivated assassination. According to the king’s official decree, he died a victim of a dangerous rogue element looking to overthrow the government and bring anarchy upon the kingdom. The Order has become an unlikely ally to the kingdom, vowing to help stop the threat of political upheaval by whatever means necessary.

  Like a snake in the grass, they are just waiting for the right moment to take over. It will happen before anyone even realizes. That’s why you, Jasper, Eli, and the rest of the resistance have to work quickly to stop them.

  “Are you even listening, kitten?”

  The silvery voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

>   “What did you say?” A cold chill runs up your spine.

  The prisoner coughs out a few choice words regarding your bosom, his rough voice nothing like the one you thought you’d imagined. Eli chuckles.

  “Take him away,” you say in disgust.

  As Eli drags the prisoner away you think you see a glint of red in the man’s eyes. The chill returns and you feel sweaty all over.

  Jasper puts a hand on your back.

  “You saw it too,” he whispers.

  Jasper rubs your back reassuringly, his hand warming away the chills. He has become a good friend during your time with him, a confidante and brother in arms.

  Jasper smiles. “We’ve stopped him once. We can do it again.”

  THE END

  Back to the start.

  —

  A blade of grass wavers in the dry wind. Your mouth waters just looking at it, not having tasted anything green in a long time. The hellscape is vast, the city of Tyven and who knows how far beyond is a charred wasteland. You have not tried to venture out past the city walls as the streets are dangerous and full of beasts and cutthroats. Only the worst of the citizens are allowed to roam free. Anyone with even the slightest decency is turned into a slave, or worse. The only way out is to pledge yourself to the Order, but even then your fate is at their mercy.

  A clawed foot tramples on the blade of grass and you almost let out a whimper, but catch it at the last moment. From your view behind the sewer grate you can’t see what the clawed foot is attached to, but you know it’s nothing good. If it were to find you down here, in one of the last safe places, your life would be over. Not that there is much to miss.

  You do what you need to in order to survive, just like the rest of them. You’ve learned to trade what you have for that which you need. The others living underground are grateful for what you have, but sometimes they take more than you’re willing to give. Even so, it’s better than what the monsters would do to you. Or the Order.

  Your stomach grumbles and you turn away from the sewer grate, back towards the tunnel that leads down into the waterways. Maybe you’ll run into the quiet reptilian man who will give you a couple days’ rations for sucking his double cocks. If not, there’s always the underground market, though every time you go they seem to demand more and offer less in return.

  Maybe someday you will be brave enough to venture out past the city walls to see how far the corruption has spread. Maybe you’ll find a safe place. Maybe there’s hope across the sea. Or maybe you’ll spend the rest of your days trading your body for food until either the food runs out or you give yourself up to the Order. Who knows.

  THE END

  Back to the start.

  —

  “Please, no!”

  The terrified woman raises her shackled wrists to fend you off. You close a hand around her arm just the same and yank it backwards. She screams in pain.

  “Would you rather I make it hurt elsewhere?” Vale says through your lips.

  You stopped trying to fight Vale for control long ago. You are prisoner in is mind and body and nothing brings him greater joy than tormenting you. All you can do is watch as he breaks in his newest toy.

  The woman’s screams turn to whimpers as Vale finds another way to torture her. You can feel how her flesh trembles under his fingers, how her muscles clench instinctively in anticipation of pain. The mage no longer has to wear gloves now.

  In your time as prisoner you have learned how you came to be trapped within Vale’s body, and why he could never touch other people directly. The mage had used black magic to carve out a part of his soul so that the gods he worshiped—the Old Ones—could possess him and make him stronger. When they were not possessing him, this void was like a black hole able to suck in any soul that touched it. Anyone who touched Vale directly would find themselves trapped forever occupying that empty space in his soul. Unfortunately you were the one to make that mistake.

  Vale has made you watch as he took over the kingdom and opened a portal between your world and that of his “gods”. When he is not playing with his slaves he uses his mindscape to try and drive you mad. The things he can do to you in there are beyond your worst nightmares. You plead for death but there is no such mercy.

  The woman lets out one last whimper before going still. Vale spits on her face and gets up.

  Did you enjoy that, kitten? You hear his voice in your mind. His mind.

  Are you listening?

  You feel a blinding pain shoot through your nerves. You bear it as long as you can, but eventually give in. You always give in.

  You reply, Yes. I enjoyed it.

  The pain subsides. I thought so. You know I do all of this just for you.

  You try to find a quiet place, somewhere where Vale’s taunting voice can’t reach you. If only you could gain control of his body, just for a moment, you might be able to escape. But Vale would never let that happen. You are his for eternity.

  THE END

  Back to the start.

  —

  “News from Tyven,” Sybil says, peering into your tent. “Get dressed and come outside.”

  You pull up the blanket to cover your naked breasts as Jasper hastily covers himself.

  Sybil leaves, a slight smile on her face.

  You try to get dressed despite Jasper’s attempts to lure you back to bed with him. He pulls your legs apart and kisses your inner thigh.

  “Stop it,” you moan, wrestling him away. He doesn’t let up.

  Ever since you fled Tyven you’ve been moving from place to place, meeting with groups like Jasper’s across the kingdom who have been fighting to root out the Order before they can spread. Even with Vale dead, the Order is still going strong. If anything, Vale’s death has only deepened the relationship between Tyven’s king and the mages.

  “Did you miss me, kitten?”

  The silvery voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

  “What did you say?” A cold chill runs up your spine.

  “Are you okay?” Jasper asks in his usual tone.

  You let out a breath. For a second you thought Vale was in the room with you. But the mage is dead.

  “You started shivering,” Jasper says, holding you close. “But not in that cute way you do when you come, like scared shivering. I got worried.”

  You turn to look at him. The concern in his eyes makes your heart flutter. “I think I was still dreaming,” you say, not wanting to trouble him over nothing.

  Jasper kisses you, his lips tickling your slit. You grind against him, encouraging his tongue inside you.

  You hear Sybil’s outside the tent. “Honestly, I’m not above locking you both up in chastity devices.”

  Jasper runs his hands up and down your thighs. His nose bumps your clit.

  Saving the kingdom can wait. Right now there are much more important matters at hand.

  THE END

  Back to the start.

  —

  Vale sits on the throne that once belonged to the king of Tyven. Now it belongs to the king of all realms, above and below. On his head is a crown of scorched human bones. Your place is beside him on a throne of your own. Atop your head sits a diadem sparkling with the blackest diamonds.

  Vale sighs as he reads the most recent letters from the heads of the Order in each city. The takeover was fast. Most nobles bowed to their new leaders without question. The creatures now roam free over most of the kingdom. Every now and then you hear screams echoing through the streets as they find a new victim. Some of the population has gone into hiding. Others have embraced their new life as the playthings of the creatures.

  You never imagined yourself ruling beside Vale. Sybil would be jealous, if she hadn’t disappeared shortly after the feast. Vale suspects that she was a spy all along, part of a group of rebels trying to overthrow the Order’s rule. But they don’t worry you. You will root them out and see that they suffer. Every last one of them.

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sp; THE END

  Back to the start.

  Vale sits on the throne that once belonged to the king of Tyven. Now it belongs to the king of all realms, above and below. On his head is a crown of scorched human bones.

  Around your neck is a collar, a mark of your servitude. It is connected by a chain to the foot of Vale’s throne. You wear nothing else. A matching chain leads to the collar around Jasper’s neck. You are not allowed to speak to one another unless Vale commands otherwise. Your job is to serve Vale however he wishes.

  He never touches you, not since the night of the feast. The jobs he has you do are far more mundane. He knows that what he did to you that night is far worse than anything he could think up now. Jasper often disobeys and gets punished accordingly. Vale seems to enjoy it when Jasper earns a punishment.

  You watch Vale as he reads the most recent letters from the heads of the Order in each city. That night as Vale took you, he completed an ancient ritual that brought the gods that the Order worships into this world from theirs. As the mage came inside you, the sky filled with black clouds and demonic beasts appeared on the streets of Tyven. Many people were killed trying to fight the infernal hordes, and the unlucky survivors were ravaged and forced to submit to the Order. The king was spared. He knelt before Vale, crowning him king over the new world. Most nobles bowed to their new leader without question.