The Feast
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He slips the rope around your neck and pulls it nearly taut. If you stray too far you will be choked. He leads you out of the town, a pet on your master’s leash. You know that Vale will not let you escape a second time.
THE END
Back to the start.
—
You sit on the throne that once belonged to the king of Tyven. Beside you stands the demon, his hand stroking you lovingly. On your head is a crown of scorched bones, the mark of the new queen of all the realms.
The takeover was fast, as there was no one to oppose you. After the demon destroyed the nobility who were foolish enough to attend Vale’s party, you used your new command over the infernal creatures to get rid of the rest. The hardest were the sea tribes. Their leader fought a good fight, but in the end succumbed just as all the others. The creatures are now more plentiful than humans, orcs, elves, minotaurs and all the rest combined. This world is theirs.
You watch as the creatures drag a starved-looking darkwood elf from the throne room. He was captured as a rebel, and brought here for your judgment. There are still some that think your rule is not absolute. There are more outside like him waiting to hear your judgment.
You sigh, bored.
The demon’s grip tightens on your shoulder. “Shall we take a break?” he asks.
You look up at him. His red eyes smolder. “I have work to do,” you say.
The demon’s hand slides down to your breast. You moan as his fingers tighten around your nipple.
Your crown clatters to the floor as your moans fill the throne room. You understand now why Vale was so desperate for power, why he forced you to help him open this world to his gods. It feels good to be powerful, to have everything in the palm of your hand. It was only a twist of luck that you are here on the throne and not the mage. Luck, or fate.
THE END
Back to the start.
—
You sit on the throne that once belonged to the king of Tyven. Beside you stands the Old One, his hand stroking you lovingly. On your head is a crown of scorched bones, the mark of the new queen of all the realms.
The takeover was fast, as there was no one to oppose you. After the Old One destroyed the nobility who were foolish enough to attend Vale’s party, you used your new command over the infernal creatures to get rid of the rest. The hardest were the sea tribes. Their leader fought a good fight, but in the end succumbed just as all the others. The creatures are now more plentiful than humans, orcs, elves, minotaurs and all the rest combined. This world is theirs.
You watch as the creatures drag a starved-looking darkwood elf from the throne room. He was captured as a rebel, and brought here for your judgment. There are still some that think your rule is not absolute. There are more outside like him waiting to hear your judgment.
You sigh, bored.
The Old One’s grip tightens on your shoulder. “Shall we take a break?” he asks.
You look up at him. His red eyes smolder. “I have work to do,” you say.
The Old One’s hand slides down to your breast. You moan as his fingers tighten around your nipple.
Your crown clatters to the floor as your moans fill the throne room. You understand now why Vale was so desperate for power, why he seduced you into helping him open the portal. It feels good to be powerful, to have everything in the palm of your hand. It was only a twist of luck that you are here on the throne and not the mage. Luck, or fate.
THE END
Back to the start.
—
You sit on the throne that once belonged to the king of Tyven. Beside you stands the Old One, his hand stroking you lovingly. On your head is a crown of scorched bones, the mark of the new queen of all the realms.
The takeover was fast. After the Old One destroyed the nobility who were foolish enough to attend Vale’s party, you used your new command over the infernal creatures to get rid of the rest. The hardest were the sea tribes. They fought a good fight, but in the end succumbed just as all the others. The creatures are now more plentiful than humans, orcs, elves, minotaurs and all the rest combined. This world is theirs.
You watch as the creatures drag a starved-looking darkwood elf from the throne room. He was captured as a rebel, and brought here for your judgment. There are still some that think your rule is not absolute. There are more outside like him waiting to hear your judgment.
You sigh, bored.
The Old One’s grip tightens on your shoulder. “Shall we take a break?” he asks.
You look up at him. His red eyes smolder. “I have work to do,” you say.
The Old One’s hand slides down to your breast. You moan as his fingers tighten around your nipple.
Your crown clatters to the floor as your moans fill the throne room. You understand now why Vale was so desperate for power, why he seduced you into helping him open the portal. It feels good to be powerful, to have everything in the palm of your hand. It was only a twist of luck that you are here on the throne and not the mage. Luck, or fate.
THE END
Back to the start.
—
You sit on the throne that once belonged to the king of Tyven. Beside you stands the demon, his hand stroking you lovingly. On your head is a crown of scorched bones, the mark of the new queen of all the realms.
Vale cowers in the corner, wearing a collar as the mark of his servitude. He is allowed to wear nothing else. His thin, pale body is covered in marks of the demon’s anger. The demon is not often angry, as Vale has proven himself a submissive servant, but when he is angry Vale is spared no mercy.
You read the most recent letters from the heads of the Order in each city. The takeover was fast. After the demon granted you his power, the nobles quickly bowed to their new leader. Most of the kingdom has come under your rule and only some of the further reaches remain, the largest being the sea tribes and the deep forest dwellers who are not as easily scared by monsters and magic. But you are working on them. The chief of the sea tribes is on his way to visit Tyven. There is hope he will do what is best for his people and kneel before you. If not you will throw him to the creatures who are now more plentiful than humans in Tyven.
You grow bored of the letters. You put them aside.
The demon’s grip tightens on your shoulder. “Shall we take a break?” he asks.
You look up at him. His red eyes smolder. “I have work to do,” you say.
The demon’s hand slides down to your breast. You moan as his fingers tighten around your nipple.
Vale turns away in shame as you let the demon touch you. But he knows not to try and leave. The demon never lets his servant out of sight.
The letters slide to the floor as your moans fill the throne room. You understand now why Vale was so desperate for power, why he forced you to help him open this world to his gods. It was only a twist of luck that you are here on the throne and not him. Luck, or fate.
THE END
Back to the start.
—
You sit on the throne that once belonged to the king of Tyven. Beside you stands the Old One, his hand stroking you lovingly. On your head is a crown of scorched bones, the mark of the new queen of all the realms.
Vale cowers in the corner, wearing a collar as the mark of his servitude. He is allowed to wear nothing else. His thin, pale body is covered in marks of the Old One’s anger. The Old One is not often angry, as Vale has proven himself a submissive servant, but when he is angry Vale is spared no mercy.
You read the most recent letters from the heads of the Order in each city. The takeover was fast. Most of the kingdom has come under your rule and only some of the further reaches remain.
You grow bored of the letters. You put them aside.
The Old One’s grip tightens on your shoulder. “Shall we take a break?” he asks.
You look up at him. His red eyes smolder. “I have work to do,” you say.
The Old One’s hand slides down to
your breast. You moan as his fingers tighten around your nipple.
Vale turns away in shame as you let the beast touch you. But he knows not to try and leave. The Old One never lets his servant out of sight.
The letters slide to the floor as your moans fill the throne room. You understand now why Vale was so desperate for power, why he forced you to help him open this world to his gods. It was only a twist of luck that you are here on the throne and not him. Luck, or fate.
THE END
Back to the start.
—
The cold wind whips across the plains. You climb down into the valley to get away from it, pulling your shawl tight around your shoulders. A dragon screeches far overhead and you hurry to get to lower ground.
You haven’t seen a map since leaving Hawke in your little sailboat, but you’re sure you’ve found the edge of the world. Dragons live here, and things even more ancient. They are not evil like the Order’s creatures but dangerous nonetheless because they are wild and you do not yet know their ways.
In your explorations you have found the remains of human life—a storm-worn husk of a hut or an abandoned encampment—but have met no people. One night an empty ship washed to shore. It was full of supplies but no crew. It now sits beached in the black sand, serving as your home. You need to learn to hunt before the barrels of food run out.
Things might have been different if Hawke had come with you. He would know where to go. You wouldn’t be so alone. You would give anything to have someone to talk to. At least you are safe from the Order here.
You hear another screech from above, this time closer. The dragon has begun circling the valley you are hiding in.
Someone shouts at you, “Over here!”
A muscular, bearded bear of a man stands on the ridge behind you. He wears nothing but a heavy pelt around his waist that blows dangerously in the wind.
“I said, over here.” His accent is thick, guttural. But you understand him all the same. You climb up to the ridge and take his outstretched hand. He yanks you up and you are greeted with a sight you thought you would never see. On the other side of the ridge is a sprawling town. How could you have been so close to civilization and not known?
The hairy man claps you on the back and lets out a mighty chuckle.
“The dragon won’t come here. He’s afraid of our archers.”
You follow the man down the embankment towards the town as the dragon’s cries grow distant. You can feel that this town will be your new home for some time.
THE END
Back to the start.
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The cold wind whips across the plains. Hawke turns his horse towards home and you follow. He slows to a walk so you can catch up to him.
“You know, I always dreamed of learning to ride a horse,” he says.
“I know,” you reply. He has told you a hundred times, each time with that same stupid grin on his face.
“When I was a kid I had a wooden horse. When I grew up I kept it in my ship as a reminder to learn someday.”
You ride into town, patiently listening as Hawke repeats the same story he always does. You don’t mind listening though. It’s nice to be bored, especially after all that has happened.
After fleeing the Order in the little sailboat, Hawke took you to the edge of the world as promised. Here, dragons roam free as well as other ancient beasts who you thought were only legend. As dangerous as they may seem, they are only wild animals content to keep their distance as long as you do the same.
People live here too, in a sprawling town made up of those who too sought out solitude at the edge of the world. They were quick to make you and Hawke feel at home with them, helping to build a hut for just the two of you. Not that you need the privacy as much as you once did. The people at the edge of the world don’t worry as much about such things, and enjoy each other whenever and wherever they please. You might not be quite that bold yet, but you no longer worry when Hawke leaves you screaming in pleasure. And he does so more nights than not.
By now the Order is a distant memory. You don’t think they will ever find you here. You may have lost your chance to find out who you once were, but it doesn’t bother you. You have a new life, a new home, and a new love.
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. Most of Jasper’s friends from Tyven have joined you, including the darkwood elf Eli. And you need all the help you can get. 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.
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“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 the Order. Even with Vale dead, the demonic creatures have ensured the Order’s hold over the kingdom. Often it feels like a losing battle, but you do what you can.
“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.
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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. You wear nothing else. Your place is in a cage in the center of the throne room. Often there are others in the cage with you, creatures handpicked by Vale’s most trusted servants to make sure he is entertained. Him, and anyone who passes through the throne room. Vale has made clear your place in his new world. You are a toy to be used as he wishes.