Gwen moaned loudly, her hands clutching the edge of the headboard as the Elf lord pumped his cock into her tight cunt. The blonde girl's naked body was dripping with sweat as she held her legs apart, her golden bush open like a flower in bloom as Sirrion humped her pussy, his thick member thrusting deep into her warm belly. The Elf noble gasped for breath, his hands fondling and smashing Gwen's full, round breasts as his crotch slammed against the Elf girl's snatch.
"Harder, harder!" groaned Gwen as she pushed her crotch forward, her pussy a vice around Sirrion's pole as it slid in and out of her moist vagina. The Elf male slid his left hand up Gwen's smooth flesh, stroking her shoulder blades, then her shapely neck. Gwen fastened her mouth over his digits, sucking lewdly on them, lavishing her tongue around them. Sirrion continued to squeeze the Elf girl's left tit, pinching the erect nipple firmly as his cock smacked loudly back and forth inside her pink slit. Gwen rubbed the Elf's fingers with her sensual, red lips, her moans growing stronger until she spasmed with a powerful orgasm. Sirrion kept slamming his tool into the blonde girl's cunt until he cummed, his semen flooding the prone girl's womb, then trickling out of her pussy to stain her firm, inner thighs.
Lord Sirrion disengaged himself from the sweat-slick, naked, young woman, then climbed off the bed to fill a golden goblet with sweet, cool, red wine. Thunder cracked over the inn where the two lovers stayed, the eye-searing lightning filling the only window with painful luminescence.
"The Conjunction is getting closer," observed the Elf lord gravely.
"That's good, right?" asked Gwen as she rose from the sticky sheets, her naked body slim and arousing as she grabbed a red, silk robe and slid it on. "Magick will grow more powerful and I'll finally be able to cross the dimensions to my real home."
"Chaos grows more powerful as well," replied Sirrion. "The Chaos Gate opens wide and the pure, corrupting might of the Chaos Realm pours out to engulf the Old World. If no one finds a way to close the Gate, civilization will be overwhelmed and destroyed by the Chaos gods."
"But the Slaan know how to close the Chaos Gate and get me home?" inquired Gwen as she moved to stand next to her Elven lover.
"Yes. You will have to travel far, to the South Lands. There you will find the Lizardmen and their ugly masters, the Mage-Priests of the Old Ones."
"You'll come with me, right?" asked Gwen softly as she drew intimately close, hugging the tall Elf against her curvaceous, seductive body.
"Perhaps," replied Sirrion with a smile, quite aware that the Elf girl was attempting to persuade him with her feminine charms.
"Let's debate the issue some more," murmured Gwen huskily as she took Sirrion's goblet from his hand, setting it on the table as she kissed the Elf lord wantonly on the mouth, her full breasts pressed firmly against his smooth chest.
***
Emperor Thomas rose from his soft chair, stretching sore arms over his head as he yawned with fatigue. Rolling up a report scroll, Thomas left his desk, leaving the dimly-lit study for a bright hallway guarded by two soldiers of the Reiksguard. Thomas strode proudly through the halls of the Palace, smug with authority as he walked to his chambers and went inside. Light orbs slowly came to life, illuminating Thomas' way as he poured himself a crystal glass of wine, then sipped the elixir on his journey to the bedroom. As the lights faded in the entry room, more lights turned on in the royal bedchamber, revealing rich appointments and a large, empty bed. Thomas drained the rest of his wine quickly, his eyes burning with anger and frustration as he thought of Gwen, the Elf woman who had finally abandoned him.
"Your Empress seems to be missing," observed Rachel as she emerged from the dark shadows.
"You!" snarled Tom as he spun to face the vampiress, his hand clutching the enchanted dagger on his belt.
"You remember me! How sweet!" smiled Rachel, her hands pressed against her breasts.
"I thought that you would be long gone by now, since your Undead master is no more," goaded Tom sarcastically.
"I have no master now, I make my own destiny," retorted Rachel smoothly. "How nice for you," said Tom as he relaxed slightly, his right hand resting on the pommel of his dagger. "But what does your new destiny have to do with me? We're both free agents now."
"I thought that we might work together again," smiled Rachel seductively, her hips swaying hypnotically as she moved closer to the skeptical priest-king. "I don't think so. I have my own plans for the Empire."
"Ah, yes. I've heard of your plan to rid the world of Chaos. Very ambitious, very futile," said the vampiress as she stood before Tom, her slim body curvaceous and warm as she caressed the Emperor's left arm softly. "Greater men than you have tried to rid the Old World of the Chaos gods. Even the entire Elven nation failed to close the Chaos Gate, I doubt one man can overshadow their efforts."
"You underestimate me, bitch," hissed Thomas as he grabbed Rachel's arms tightly, squeezing the woman's pale flesh in a vice grip. "I'm assembling the largest army the Empire has ever seen. I will overrun the Chaos knights and their corrupted minions, I will bathe the Chaos Realm in blood, then close the Chaos Gate just as it surges open during the Conjunction. The people of this primitive world will worship me as a god for saving their pathetic lives, you're nothing to me."
"But I can help you, my lord," replied Rachel in a honeyed tone, her mouth moving sensuously, her lips red and moist with delightful promise. "Let me serve your divine plan."
"Maybe," allowed Thomas as he stared at Rachel's arousing body, her black dress drawing his eyes to an expanse of white, rounded cleavage. Tom placed his left arm around the woman's slender waist, pulling the vampiress hard against his strong body. He smiled as he felt Rachel's breasts smashed against his chest, her scent coying, strong with passionate death and wild, uninhibited sex. The Emperor pulled the woman's head back by her long, black hair, crushing her mouth with his own, forcing his tongue down her warm throat.
Rachel slowly pulled away from Tom's embrace, a bridge of saliva connecting their two open mouths. The slim woman's eyes glowed with golden fire as she stared intently at the Emperor, her mind insinuating itself past the cleric's mental defenses.
"I've grown stronger since last time," smiled Thomas arrogantly, grasping Rachel's small wrists and squeezing them in a overbearing grip.
"Evidently," acknowledged Rachel with a demure expression as she lowered her gaze, her eyes dimming from bright gold to hazel. Thomas pushed the woman's arms behind her back, pressing her wrists together as he kissed her again, his lips rough and demanding as he rubbed his muscled frame against her yielding body. The Emperor pushed Rachel away to arm's length, taking hold of the shoulders of her black dress and ripping downwards. The sleek fabric tore easily, sliding down her pale, white skin until the garment pooled at her stiletto-heeled feet. Thomas pushed the naked woman roughly onto the large bed, leaned over her, then began devouring her round, full tits with his mouth and tongue. Rachel hissed with raw pleasure, licking her moist, red lips with her tongue, her twin fangs dripping with warm saliva. Thomas rubbed his face over the vampiress' breasts, licking the sweet mounds of flesh, then sucking loudly on them. He ran his tongue down the valley of her cleavage, then bit her blue-tinged nipples until they were pert and hardened. As Tom licked across Rachel's flat stomach, he slid his right hand inbetween her thighs, caressing her black-haired bush, fingering her pussy until it grew wet with arousal.
"Suck my pussy, my lord," begged Rachel as she ran her hands through Tom's short hair, pressing his face down against her trembling stomach. Thomas slowly pushed Rachel completely onto the bed, then spread her legs apart, exposing her dark batch of pubic hair and her glistening, pink cunt. Thomas crawled over the bed, kneeling as he turned the naked woman around onto her stomach. The cleric ran his hands across Rachel's beautiful ass, sliding fingers into her crack, then leaning down to lick the ripe flesh of her tight buttocks. The vampiress groaned with arousal, arching her back and thrusting her ass up into the air for the Emperor to ravish.
Thomas grabbed Rachel around the waist with his left arm, then slammed down hard with his right palm, smacking the naked woman's rump loudly. Rachel cried out in surprise, then moaned with excitement as Thomas spanked her again and again. Rachel's ass grew cherry-red with bruising as Thomas slapped her skin repeatedly, his hand an instrument of exquisite pain as he caressed her buttocks with hard slaps. When Rachel's cries of ecstasy filled the spacious bedchamber, Thomas halted his erotic assault, running his eyes across a uniform red bruise over his lover's rump. He pried apart Rachel's sore asscheeks, then bent down to run his tongue across her throbbing pussy, his wet probe caressing and moistening the naked woman's slit.
"Yes! Yes! More!" shouted Rachel before she bit her lower lip, her hips rocking up and down as Thomas buried his face in her ass, his mouth sucking loudly on her melting cunt. Tom thrust his tongue into Rachel's vagina, his probe sliding deep into her womanhood, pressing into her belly until she moaned weakly. The priest-king's hands roamed across her sore ass, caressing her bruised flesh lovingly as he nuzzled her pussy like a cub ravenous for milk. Rachel grasped handfuls of silk sheets, panting loudly as her buttocks writhed within her lord's firm grip. A trickle of honey became a torrent, gushing from the naked woman's snatch, bathing Thomas' face as he attempted to lap it all up with his fluid-soaked tongue. Rachel grew limp across the bed, her sensuous body exhausted from its carnal activity. Female juices collected between the woman's firm thighs, gathering in a small pool that stained the sheets with her powerful, arousing musk. Thomas collected some of Rachel's cum with his fingers, then crawled forward and pressed his dripping fingers across the woman's full, parted lips. Rachel moaned softly as she licked her own fluid from Thomas' fingers, her tongue lewdly devouring the sticky residue until the Emperor's digits were clean.
Thomas smiled benevolenty as he pulled up Rachel's head by her hair, forcing her to look up at him submissively before he crushed her lips with his hungry mouth.
***
"This is...impressive," said Gwen as she entered the cabin she shared with Lord Sirrion. Candles glimmered all around the room, giving the chamber a soft, warm feel as the Elf lord walked up to her and offered a full glass of wine. "I thought that I should make tonight special since things may get hectic once we reach Antoch," replied Sirrion with a depreciating smile.
"It's a sweet thought," murmured Gwen before she leaned forward and kissed the Elf softly on the lips. The Elf girl drank her wine slowly, savoring its sweet, tart flavor as she swayed over to the prepared bed, then sat gracefully on its edge. Placing the empty glass on a small night table, Gwen untied her white robe and let it fall to the floor, allowing Sirrion to admire her pure, white skin and shapely body.
Draining his own wine in a large gulp, Sirrion discarded his own glass, then sat next to Gwen, grasping her chin softly in his hand and kissing her lingeringly on the mouth. The embrace was long and hot, the two Elves growing excited by mutual arousal as they caressed each other's lips, then entwined each other's tongues together. Sirrion slid his right hand up Gwen's bare stomach, caressing her smooth, warm flesh until he reached her large, rounded tits. Parting from the blonde girl's delicious lips, Sirrion fastened his mouth on her left breast, suckling it loudly while Gwen moaned with aching pleasure. Gwen reclined onto her back upon the soft bed as Sirrion retained his mouth-lock on her tits, his lips sliding wetly across her mounds of desire. He circled her nipples with his tongue, hardening the small knobs as he moistened them with saliva. The male Elf buried his face in the prone girl's cleavage, running his tongue up and down her soft, warm valley. Gwen groaned weakly, holding Sirrion's head against her breasts with one arm while she reached down with the other to fondle her own tuft of blonde pubic hair. Sirrion wrapped his arms around Gwen's neck, kissing her enthusiastically, his lips quivering to sample her intoxicating skin.
Gwen moaned with pleasure, her hips rocking as Sirrion thrust his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The naked Elf girl clutched the foot of the bed, resting on her hands and knees as Sirrion fucked her from behind, his hands holding tightly to her hips as he pushed his member deeply into her womb. Long, golden hair hung down Gwen's face and shoulders as she closed her eyes and panted loudly, her pale skin glistening with sweat under the warm candlelight. Sirrion leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Gwen's slim waist and hugging her tightly as he humped her tight, round ass.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" groaned Gwen as she pushed out her buttocks, forcing the Elf lord's cock even deeper into her clenching vagina. Gwen turned her head back to the left, sticking out her tongue so that Sirrion could caress it with his own. The two moaning lovers french-kissed as they coupled, their naked bodies gleaming as they writhed erotically on the disheveled sheets. Gwen's moans grew louder and faster as she built towards orgasm, her mouth stretching open as she screamed with her climax. Sirrion groaned into Gwen's sweat-slick hair, his cock throbbing as it gushed streams of semen into the Elf girl's warm belly. Exhausted but sated, the two lovers fell back into the bed, holding each other lovingly until they slid into a deep, untroubled sleep.
***
Elita coughed loudly, hacking within the churning fog as a Saurus twirled bolos over his head and flung them at her. With her concentration gone, her Shield failed as the bolos flew towards her, wrapping tightly around her arms, pinning her limbs against her sides. The remaining Saurus charged forward, seizing Elita's bound body and carrying her out of the fog into the clear air. The purple-haired girl continued to cough as the yellow vapors seared her lungs, making it very difficult for her to breathe. The Saurus slammed her body onto the hard, cobbled street, the impact sending waves of pain across her back and shoulders.
"What we do with warm-blood?" snarled a Saurus.
"Tear her flesh, feast on her meat," drooled a second.
"No, sense magick in her," hissed the Skink who threw the gas bomb as he ducked under the towering Saurian warriors and moved close to examine the struggling sorceress.
"Let me go!" shouted Elita as she writhed in the tight confines of the bolo bonds.
"Must gag witch before she cast nasty magick," muttered the Skink as he reached into another pouch, then retracted a metal-studded, leather mouth gag which he fastened firmly across Elita's protesting mouth.
"Warm-blood is pretty," growled the Saurus leader as he ran a claw up her left thigh.
"We no kill witch, take her to Slann masters," ordered the Skink firmly.
"Play with warm-blood first," retorted the large, muscular Saurus while he tore off Elita's robes, revealing her bare breasts and panties.
"If you must," replied the Skink with exasperation as he backed away, allowing two more burly Saurus to push forward and surround the panicked mage girl. Elita screamed into her tight gag as the Saurus leader knelt down on the street, prying her legs apart before he reached forward with a sharp claw and shredded her white panties. All of the Saurus crowded around Elita's prone body, their tongues probing the air, tasting the scent of her fear as she watched the leader lean forward to ravish her pussy. The two Saurus at her sides knelt down next to her, then sliced the bolo bonds from her arms. Before she could use her freedom, the reptiles grabbed her wrists and extended her arms upwards, pinning them to the cold stone. The two Saurus hissed with pleasure as they ran their agile tongues over her heaving tits, coating her pale flesh with warm saliva as they caressed her melons, then tickled her nipples until they were erect with arousal. The Saurus leader slid his tongue across the folds of her labia, tasting the warm, moist flesh of her cunt, then nuzzling inside her vagina with his snout. Elita moaned weakly, her arms and legs held down by irresistibly strong arms as she struggled futilely against her assailants. The leader continued his pussy licking, his slurps loud and obscene as he ran his rough tongue up and down her quivering slit. The two lizards licking her breasts hungered for more, fastening their fanged mouths over her ripe tits, sucking lewdly on her sweet flesh until Elita was glistening with sweat.
"Hold her up," ordered the Saurus leader as he rose to his feet, unfastening his loincloth to reveal a huge, scaly cock.
The two reptiles sucking Elita's tits pulled away, leaving the girl's naked torso drenched in sticky saliva. They grabbed the naked girl's arms, holding them behind her back as they suspended her in the air for their lord. The leader moved back in-between Elita's slim legs, rubbing the head of his tool across her wet cunt. As the young sorceress watched with wide, helpless eyes, the leader shoved his cock into her tight pussy, ramming his cold meat deep into her belly, filling her fuckhole with a thick, abrasive, scaly probe. Elita moaned loudly into her gag as the Saurus began pumping in and out of her vagina, his crotch thumping against hers as he thrust his pole into her womb. As Elita's thrown back head bobbed with each erotic thrust, the leader cupped her firm ass, scratching her delicate skin, leaving small, bloody tracks across the curvature of her buttocks.
A fourth Saurus, overcome with lust from watching his leader fuck the warm-blood female, pushed away from the drooling throng and moved to stand near Elita's dangling head. Removing his loincloth, the lizard warrior tore away the mage girl's gag, then stuffed her mouth with his engorged cock. Elita groaned as she felt the reptile's tool slide deep into her throat, making her gag as wet fluid dripped from the tip of his member. The mage girl lay helplessly in the grip of the Lizardmen as the leader pumped her cunt and a warrior fucked her mouth with his member. The reptiles violated Elita's orifices for a score of minutes, then orgasmed with loud roars, releasing floods of excretion into her vagina and mouth, so much that the sticky fluid overflowed to stain her inner thighs and face.
"Do not damage!" admonished the Skink as the sated Saurus rested Elita's nude body on the street. Moving quickly, the little reptile re-fastened the mouth gag, then turned the limp girl onto her stomach so that he could place her arms behind her back and lash her wrists together with a strip of dry leather. "We join Masters," ordered the Skink before he helped Elita to her feet, then pushed her ahead of the squad, green goo dripping from her chin onto her naked tits.
***
Ilse stood at the mouth of an alley, her green hair tied into two cute braids that dangled behind her small shoulders. Townsmen walked past the young girl, some glancing at her, admiring her youthful beauty and glowing innocence. A muscled sailor with a chin of dark stubble and alcohol-laced breath approached the girl, looming over her as he stared at her with lust-filled eyes.
"What'cha doing here, little girl? It's dangerous for pretty little birds like you to stay in this part of Marienburg."
"I'm looking for a big, strong man like you to fuck my brains out," replied Ilse brazenly.
The sailor blinked at Ilse's words, surprise plain on his rough features. Then, the man smiled slowly, his eyes taking on a dangerous glint as he looked the girl over, past her tight leggings, loose, red blouse, and hard, shiny, black boots.
"You looking for a good fuck, I'll give you one, little girl," slurred the sailor before he grasped Ilse's thin arm painfully, then dragged her into the dark, steamy alleyway behind her.
"You scream, I cut your throat open," hissed the sailor as he tore open Ilse's blouse, releasing her small, growing breasts to the humid air. He crudely fondled and grasped Ilse's tits as he lavished sloppy kisses over her beautiful face and mouth. Ilse tried to turn her head away, but the sailor forced his affections on her, grasping her chin with his hand, then pressing his wine-stained lips against her own full, red lips.
"Oh, you're making me so horny," moaned Ilse as she rubbed her assailant's crotch with her small, right hand.
"You're unbelievable, bitch," gasped the sailor as he nuzzled Ilse's rich, sweetly-scented hair, then licked her left cheek and bare neck. The aroused sailor spun Ilse around, then pushed her against the wall of a nearby building, crushing her face and breasts against it before he reached down and pulled down her leggings. Drooling with lust, the sailor fondled Ilse's young, firm ass, running his fingers up her crack, then slapping her bare flesh until it burned cherry-red.
"Oh, yeah! That feels so good!" groaned Ilse as she ran her pink tongue across her red lips, her fangs beginning to extend as the drunken sailor pawed her. "Yeah? This will feel even better, slut!" replied the man as he pried Ilse's bare legs apart, then released his hardened cock to caress her naked ass. "Oooo, yes! Push your meat into my tight, little hole," begged Ilse while her eyes took on a hot, golden sheen.
"Take it, whore!" slobbered the sailor as he thrust his cock into the young girl's shaved pussy, the engorged rod punching deep into her grasping vagina. Ilse moaned with pleasure as the burly, drunk man fucked her cunt, his large cock spreading her hole painfully apart as he pumped his crotch lewdly against her round ass.
"Shit, your pussy feels good," groaned the sailor as he shoved his tool into the horny girl's slit, filling her small, flat belly with his pillar of manmeat. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" demanded Ilse as she thrust out her buttocks, forcing the man's cock even deeper into her empty womb. The sailor grabbed Ilse's braids, holding them like reins as he rode the short, pretty, little filly before him. He crushed Ilse against the wall, his own hands pressed against the stone as he rammed his manhood again and again into the young girl's ravenous cunt. With a muffled gasp, the sailor shot his load into Ilse's belly, filling her void with his trickle of seed. As he pulled out of the girl's wet pussy, Ilse turned around to face him, her fangs bared and her eyes gleaming like a wolf's.
"You were so good," whispered Ilse huskily before she launched herself upon her filthy lover, tearing his throat open before burying her face in the wound and gorging herself on the sailor's hot blood.
***
"I shall take every pleasure from your body before you die," promised John as he removed the blood-splattered remains of her tunic and leggings, baring her torn, naked flesh to the hot, moist air.
"Please...stop," begged Gwen as her head lolled forward limply, her long, golden hair plastered with sweat and air moisture as the liche slid his clawed hands across her naked flesh, caressing her scratched buttocks and full, ripe tits.
"You love this, they all did," whispered John into the Elf girl's pointed ear before he bit it playfully, savoring the sweet taste of her living flesh. "You want it from behind, don't you?"
"No. Please, don't fuck me," moaned Gwen as the liche walked behind her, grasping her round ass cheeks before he rubbed his crotch obscenely against them. Gwen sobbed pathetically, her eyes flooding with fresh tears as John pulled his robes away from his hardened, throbbing cock.
"Feel free to scream and struggle as much as you like," offered John before he shoved his rotting penis into the Elf girl's tight cunt. Gwen screamed with humiliation and helplessness as the liche pushed his tool into her narrow vagina, his claws digging into the tender flesh of her hips as he pressed his crotch against her firm buttocks.
"Ughh, you're so wet and tight," groaned John as he pumped in and out of Gwen's pussy, his shaft piercing deep into her empty belly as she hung from her wrist manacles, her breasts jiggling with each erotic thrust of the Undead's cock. Gwen's mouth hung open, her chin dripping with drool as she gasped with each violation of her slit. The Elf girl's legs dangled limply in the air, blood drying against her pure, white skin as John fucked her cunt, each pump sliding deeper into her warm womb. John slid his clawed hands into Gwen's blonde hair, closing his fingers and pulling painfully on her golden mane, forcing her head up as he rammed his cock into her pussy, filling her vagina with his decayed meat until cum dripped from her outspread snatch.
John screwed Gwen for scores of minutes, his stamina inexhaustible as his Undead body entered her cunt over and over, an unending orgy of lustful torment. The Elf girl closed her eyes, her breath coming in loud wheezes as her bound form was pushed beyond tolerance. Waves of unwanted sexual ecstasy smashed into Gwen's brain, her naked body helpless as it orgasmed again and again under the liche's lewd assault. Female fluid and green, sticky cum gushed from Gwen's pussy, staining her inner thighs until the skin was obscured by overlapping streams of excreted fluid. The Elf girl's soft moans reverberated like huge bells within the dark room, the only other sound the obscene smack of Undead flesh against Gwen's ass as John invaded her slit with his ever-engorged cock.