VICTORIA'S TALE

Victoria lowered herself to the ground, crossing her legs in a lotus position as she held a mug of cool wine in her hands. The flames of the small campfire crackled and danced as night fell over the small glade. Stars twinkled overhead while the mighty Durncrag Mountains watched over the Dark Elf woman as she sipped her drink.

"I thought that I would never see a time when you spent the night alone," observed a voice from the edge of the glade.

"Very funny, Melf," snarled Victoria as she glanced briefly in the voice's direction. "Why don't you step close to the fire before you get cold."

"Thank you," replied the handsome Elf fighter before he emerged from the trees and moved to squat opposite Victoria by the campfire. "Where's Mara?"

"She's been studying in Toran for the last six years, helping to restore the Order of the Crystal Star. The Order of Flame didn't do very well, the Elders couldn't agree on anything," said Victoria as she stared into the bright flames.

"I'm sorry. I knew that the two of you were close once," replied Melf softly.

"These things happen, especially in relationships between humans and Elves," said Victoria with a vacant expression. The Dark Elf pulled herself out of her depression, then smiled sardonically at the sympathetic Elf male. "What brings you up north? You miss staring at my breasts?"

"I never stared at your breasts!" retorted Melf hotly. "Or at least, not much."

"Then what?" grinned Victoria before she sipped from her mug again.

"The Elves are leaving Kelderwood and the continent. The Fleet is preparing to sail west, and I thought you should know," answered Melf.

"What happened?" asked Victoria with a frown.

"The Council believes that it is time for us to go. They say that this is an age for Man, the Elves must sail to a new land, a pure one."

"Are the Dark Elves leaving?" inquired the silver-haired woman.

"Most of them," replied Melf, "although there are a few stragglers haunting the Darklands, searching amongst the ruins of the Darklord cities."

"Why?" asked Victoria. "The Darklands are desolate, there's nothing left."

"Some believe that a few Dark artifacts may still remain hidden in the Darklord cities, relics of Naar waiting to be re-discovered. It's happened before," shrugged Melf.

"Hmm, maybe I should check it out," pondered Victoria as she rubbed her delicate chin.

"I thought that you were going to be good," Melf sighed in exasperation.

"With Mara and the Elves gone, there's not much point in remaining restrained," grinned Victoria evilly.

"Well, just be careful," said Melf as he rose to his booted feet. "You know, you could come with me if you want, to the new land."

Victoria smiled warmly at Melf's offer, then moved to stand next to the armored warrior. She leaned forward to kiss Melf lightly on the lips, then backed away slowly.

"Thanks, Melf, but I want to stay here awhile longer. I think things will get interesting real soon. You go on."

"Good-bye, Victoria," smiled Melf before he began chanting a spell. In a swirl of green light, the Elf fighter teleported west, returning to his people.

"Good-bye, Melf," whispered Victoria as tears welled in her large, violet eyes.

The campfire was a fading collection of weak flames and crumbling wood as Victoria reclined against her horse's unfastened saddle, her long legs spread apart while she rammed a long, thick, polished, wooden dildo up her moist cunt. Victoria panted loudly, her lips wet with saliva as she fondled her own full, tanned breasts. The Dark Elf woman grunted as she pumped the tool into her empty belly, the shaft caressing the pink walls of her vagina as she grasped the instrument tightly in her right hand. Victoria threw her head back, biting her lower lip as long, sweat-drenched silver hair poured down her neck. Victoria squeezed her left tit and pinched the brown nipple until it was hard with arousal. The Dark Elf removed the dildo from her pussy long enough to suck her honey from the dripping head, then she re-inserted the rod into her slit, thrusting it deep into her aching fuck hole.

Victoria masturbated for hours, probing her cunt until it was raw and quivering from abuse. Closing her eyes, Victoria fell limply back against the saddle, her sweat drying on her smooth, creamy, brown flesh as she slid into an exhausted sleep.

"Took you long enough," growled the Dark God, Naar, as he stared balefully at the naked Dark Elf woman.

Victoria gasped in surprise, glancing quickly at her surroundings. The Dark Elf stood at the foot of Naar's huge throne, the only item of note in a dark, unending hall. Pale, blood red light gleamed from the Dark God's slitted eyes as he admired the nude female, her heaving breasts, her slim, firm thighs. Victoria covered her breasts with her arms, then backed away, recoiling from Naar and his throne of iron and bone.

"How did I get here?" asked Victoria weakly.

"You're dreaming. I find that it is easier to communicate with mortals this way," replied Naar with a flash of razor-sharp fangs.

"What do you want with me, dread lord?" inquired Victoria.

"You served me well once before, although you didn't mean to," answered the Dark God while he reclined his chin on his right fist. "I want you to find me another avatar. A young girl to act as my vessel on Magnamund."

"Didn't you learn your lesson with Gwena?" smirked the Dark Elf.

"That was unfortunate. But with the Elves gone, I believe that I can finally conquer the continent once and for all, and with the humans enslaved, the world will be mine," smiled Naar viciously.

"What's in it for me?" demanded Victoria.

"I believe that you wanted to be a queen? I can arrange that," replied Naar.

Victoria was silent, her eyes lowering to the blood stained floor as she pondered her choice. Naar grew impatient, his eyes flared with heat as he pressed against the Dark Elf's mind. Victoria groaned with pain, grasping her throbbing temples as she fell weakly to her bare knees.

"You will accept my generous offer," growled Naar from his throne.

"I will do what you ask," gasped Victoria as she squeezed her eyes shut, her mental shields useless against the Dark God's power.

"Good," smiled Naar beatifically as he reclined in his mighty throne. "Find me a girl, young, innocent, just like Gwena was before she embraced my darkness."

Victoria awoke with a start, her lungs burning as she gulped in sweet, clean air. The naked Elf woman rubbed her pounding temples, then stood up quickly, adding more wood to the dying fire until it burned brightly, dispelling the darkness around her. The Dark Elf turned to watch the Durncrags, the rocky fence that protected Sommerlund from the desolation of the Darklands.

"It's starting again," moaned Victoria as she clutched her flat stomach, her belly churning with bitter fear.

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Rain fell steadily as Victoria reined in her horse on a small rise. Below her lay a small farming village, smoke rising from several chimneys as villagers prepared to start the day. Thunder rumbled softly in the sky while the Dark Elf clasped her black hood closer to her face and scanned the village with her sharp eyes. Victoria's patience was rewarded when a young village girl left the back door of her family's cottage and began sprinting across a tilled field. Flicking her horse's reins, Victoria followed the girl from a safe distance, her thoughts bitter as her conscience warred against her instinct for self-preservation. The farm girl reached a small barn, which she quickly opened and entered before the rain completely drenched her. Making sure that no other villagers were nearby, Victoria galloped to the sturdy barn, then jumped off her steed, her hand clasped on the hilt of her light blade. The Dark Elf's cloak hung close to her lithe body as she slid past the slightly open door of the barn, then switched to infra-vision in order to see within the dim building.

The farm girl stood before a stabled horse, feeding him small portions of oats while stroking his firm snout. She was oblivious as Victoria slithered up to her, then cast a Sleep spell with a whisper. The blonde girl grew limp, falling easily into Victoria's waiting arms. The Dark Elf carried the girl to her horse outside, then tied her prey to the saddle securely. Mounting the saddle behind the farm girl, Victoria snapped her reins, then guided her steed west as it sprinted into the obscuring downpour.

The Dark Elf and her prisoner spent a cold night within a thin tent as the rain continued to fall. Morning arrived as the rain finally stopped, leaving the ground muddy and treacherous while Victoria bound the farm girl to her saddle again. The blonde girl mumbled loudly around the strip of leather gagging her mouth, but Victoria did her best to ignore her victim as her horse leapt into a gallop towards the west. The sun rose high into the clear, blue sky, drying the ground as well as the two travelers until both females were sweating heavily. Victoria took periodic rests for her horse, allowing him to eat and drink from their supplies before resuming her journey. That evening, Victoria reached the foot of the Durncrag Mountains as thunder rumbled over the peaks. Since the weather was dry, the Dark Elf set an open camp, preparing a large fire for cooking and warmth. The blonde girl sat quietly near the blaze, her wrists and ankles bound while she struggled with the gag biting into her mouth.

Victoria prepared a small stew, then drew a sharp dagger which she placed on the farm girl's delicate neck.

"I'm going to untie you so you can eat. If you try to escape, I'll catch you, then I'll hurt you to prevent a second try. You don't want me to hurt you," whispered Victoria as she made a small cut on the girl's pale skin with her knife.

The farm girl nodded in agreement, allowing Victoria to unbind her limbs and free her mouth.

"Why have you taken me?" blurted the girl as Victoria moved to the fire and began serving portions on polished wooden plates.

"Have you ever heard of Naar?" retorted the Dark Elf before she handed the girl a plate of steaming stew.

"Naar is the Dark God, the enemy of Kai and Ishir," replied the girl with trembling lips.

"That's right. He wants a new leader for his invasion of Magnamund, and I've chosen you. Don't you feel honored?" smiled Victoria bitterly.

"Why can't you choose someone else? I'm just a peasant," sniffed the girl as tears welled within her large, blue eyes.

"Think of your rise in status. You began as a peasant, but you'll become a goddess. Not a bad trade-off," shrugged Victoria before she began eating her meal.

"I just want to go home," cried the girl as she set down her plate and wept loudly. Victoria ate in silence as the farm girl wept, then she added more wood to the fire before rising to her feet.

"If you're not going to eat, then I have to tie you up again," said Victoria coldly.

"No, wait," stammered the girl as she picked up her plate and began eating slowly.

Victoria nodded once, then sat down again, pouring wine from a flask into a wooden mug.

"You want some?" inquired the Dark Elf.

The farm girl nodded, holding out a cup of her own until Victoria filled it with rich, purple wine. After finishing her stew, the girl drank the wine greedily, gulping the sweet liquid in desperation. The girl blinked rapidly as the liquor hit her, her body swayed slightly as her brain grew foggy with drink. Victoria giggled softly, then retrieved the girl's plate and cup.

"What's your name?" asked Victoria while the farm girl fell onto the ground and lay limply on her right side facing the fire.

"Mali," mumbled the farm girl before sleep overtook her.

Victoria shook Mali awake as the sun illuminated the surface of the Durncrag Mountains. After promising not to try to escape, the girl was allowed to ride in front of Victoria without bonds on. The duo began the long trek through a narrow pass, the passage twisting several times until finally Victoria reached the western slopes of the jagged range. Camping near the mountains a second night, the duo began their journey into the Darklands the next morning.

Mali broke her silence as Victoria turned her horse northwest.

"Where are we going?" asked the girl.

"To a border town nearby. I need to replenish my supplies. I'd like to buy another horse for you if I can, we'll make better time," replied the Dark Elf.

"Where are you finally taking me?" inquired Mali.

"To Helgedad, the capital city of the Darklands," said Victoria.

"I thought that Helgedad was destroyed and abandoned," remarked Mali as the horse under her trotted easily on the barren ground. "That's what the bards always claim."

"It still is as far as I know," admitted Victoria. "Naar wants me to take you there."

"Can't I do anything to change your mind?" asked Mali in a soft voice.

"No. I don't have any choice in this either," replied Victoria before she lapsed into a cool silence.

The two young women entered a squalid village inhabited by Giaks, corralled Kraan beasts, and packs of howling Doomwolves. A group of thin-bodied Doomwolves ran towards the females until the leader caught Victoria's scent and swerved away. Passing between two decayed cottages, Victoria guided her steed to a nearby inn, then allowed a short Giak to stable her mount after giving him a few copper coins. Grasping Mali's arm tightly, the Dark Elf entered the foul smelling common room, then rented a room on the third floor from a scarred, bloated Giak innkeeper. The surly Giak warriors and human mercenaries that sat in the common room leered at Victoria and her young ward as they climbed the creaking staircase to the upper floors. Victoria led the way to their room, then latched the door securely behind them.

"When are we going shopping?" asked Mali as Victoria placed her belongings and saddlebags within a stout ironbound chest.

"I'm going, you're staying here where you'll be safe," corrected the Dark Elf before she pushed Mali onto the small bed and tied the girl to the headboard.

"What if those perverts downstairs get in here while you're gone?" asked Mali nervously while Victoria applied some liquid to a piece of cloth.

"They won't. I'll place Naar's seal on the door before I leave. They'll know I'm a servant of the Dark God and leave me alone, and you as well," replied Victoria before she pressed the wet cloth against Mali's beautiful face until she fell unconscious.

Rising to her feet, Victoria checked her weapons and her belt pouch then left the room, casting a Lock spell on the portal, then inscribing the Dark God's sigil upon it with her belt knife.

"She's young and ripe, fresh from Sommerlund," promised the matron of the whorehouse as she held the leash to a petite, naked redhead.

"I'll take her," nodded Victoria before setting down a pile of silver on the desk.

"Room 212, here's your key," smiled the fat matron as she gave the Dark Elf a rusted, iron key.

Victoria grasped the slave girl's leash lightly, then led the downcast girl up a staircase and down a carpeted hallway until they reached Room 212. Victoria unlocked the door, then ushered the silent girl inside before closing the door after herself and twisting the lock shut again. The Dark Elf mumbled a brief spell, lighting all of the many candles that decorated the sixty-by-sixty foot room. A small bed lay against the right hand wall, while a large wooden frame dominated the chamber. Upon the left-hand wall many whips, harnesses, and restraints hung from iron pegs. Victoria led the submissive young girl to the frame, then raised her thin arms into the hanging wrist restraints overhead. After securing the girl's arms, Victoria bound her delicate ankles, then ran gloved hands over the girl's tight, bare ass.

"Umm, you are nice and ripe," murmured Victoria with a pleased smile before she slapped the naked girl's ass sharply, making the redhead gasp with pain.

"Tell me you like it," whispered Victoria before she licked the edge of the bound girl's left ear.

"I like it, mistress," moaned the girl obediently.

Victoria slapped the naked buttocks again, and again, and again. The smooth, creamy flesh of the redhead's ass cheeks was cherry red with bruising while the bound girl writhed in helpless torment. Victoria yanked the naked girl's hair back roughly, then licked against the side of her slim neck, allowing a stream of saliva to slide down between the slave's budding tits. The Dark Elf picked up a short, leather whip, then slapped the weapon against the naked slave's back, making the girl cry out with pain as lash after lash smacked against her tender skin. Victoria watched with growing arousal as the bound girl's small breasts heaved with each harsh gasp for breath. The Dark Elf renewed her assault, whipping the slave girl's back, buttocks, and upper thighs until they were a mass of bruised, sweat-slick flesh. Replacing the whip upon the wall, Victoria allowed the bound slave a small cup of water, then kissed the girl as she swallowed, covering her small mouth, savoring the taste of her sweet lips before prying her jaws open and licking the insides of her moist mouth.

Victoria squeezed the naked girl's tits painfully, pinching the small nipples until the girl cried with agony. The Dark Elf licked each of the delicious breast mounds, then rubbed her face in the moaning girl's cleavage. Victoria slapped the red-haired girl hard across the face, then slapped the other side. The naked girl's head hung against her chest, her cheeks red with bruises as Victoria adjusted a harness onto her hips, then rubbed the head of the attached dildo against the dripping female's ass.

"Ask for it," ordered Victoria as she slid her bare hands over the naked slave's white, sweat-drenched flesh.

"Please, fuck me," moaned the slave girl.

"Again," teased Victoria while she licked the naked girl's perspiration from her fingers.

"Please, I want to feel you inside my tight pussy," panted the redhead.

"Good girl," smiled Victoria before she rammed her long dildo into the bound girl's red-haired snatch.

The slave screamed as Victoria shoved the large cock into her vagina, the cold metal shaft tearing the walls of her slit as the Dark Elf struggled to thrust it into her belly.

"Umm, good and tight," whispered Victoria, gyrating her hips lewdly and pushing the dildo back and forth inside the naked girl's pussy.

The slave girl grunted with each thrust into her cunt, her wrists and ankles chaffing against her bonds as her naked body was thrust outwards, away from the surrounding frame. Victoria fucked the nude girl for an eternity. Blood trickled from the redhead's torn vagina, traveling down her thighs to pool beneath her bare feet. Victoria orgasmed with a shrill hiss, thrusting the dildo to the hilt into the naked girl's womb, punching against the wall of her belly, making her scream in helpless agony.

The Dark Elf hugged the slave girl's drenched body, leaving the cold, metal dildo within the redhead's cunt as she slowly caressed the bound female's flat stomach and soft tits.

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Victoria and Mali left the squalid village with fresh provisions and two new mounts. The Dark Elf was inexplicably cheerful as she led the way west towards the ruined city of Helgedad. Mali watched her captor warily, smoothing her new leather jerkin and tight pants with her small hands. The day passed quietly as the sun beat down upon the two travelers, making them perspire heavily as they rode through the flat, earth-cracked landscape. Dusk arrived quickly with an awesome display of barren beauty as the sun majestically faded below the horizon. Victoria searched the flat land for a likely place to camp when a shimmering appeared in the air above the two young women. Two ironclad airships became visible as their Invisibility cloaks were dispelled. Victoria swore with a hiss, then yanked on Mali's reins, forcing the farm girl to follow as the Dark Elf's horse burst into a swift gallop.

The two airships followed silently behind Victoria and her charge then emitted bolts of blue lightning that smashed into the earth along either side of the Elf. Displaced dirt rained down on the two females as Mali sped up her steed to match Victoria's.

"Who are they?" shouted Mali as more lightning pounded the ground around them.

"People who want to kill us!" replied Victoria before she pointed her right hand at a pursuing airship and spat out a series of harsh syllables.

A small ball of swirling fire emerged from Victoria's delicate, brown hand and shot backward like a cannon shell towards the right-hand airship. The fireball splashed against the forward hull of the vessel, then exploded into a huge sphere that engulfed almost half of the ship. Screams filled the air as men and women in dark blue robes burned in agony, writhing over the deck of the airship as it dived down and smashed into the hard-packed earth with a tooth-shaking roar.

"Victoria! Give me the girl!" shouted a red-haired girl who stood bravely at the bow of the remaining airship.

"Shit, it's Mara," whispered Victoria as she glanced behind her right shoulder, catching sight of the beautiful mage as she glared sternly down at the two fleeing riders.

"Follow my horse!" ordered the Dark Elf before she murmured quickly into the left ear of her steed.

After the stallion nodded his understanding, Victoria leapt from her saddle and flew gracefully towards the gliding airship. The black stallion and Mali turned south, running swiftly into the distance while Victoria cast Lightning Hand at the closing vessel. Blue lightning gushed from the Elf's hands, caressing the hull of the ironclad as it tore great rents into its skin. Blue-robed mages fell screaming to the ground as Mara gritted her pearly teeth and unleashed several mana bolts at the hovering Elf female. Victoria blocked the glowing darts with a Shield spell, then released a narrow stream of fire at the deck of the listing airship. More Crystal Star mages cried out their death screams as the shaft of fire poured across the ship, incinerating robes and melting flesh. Mara jumped from the swiftly diving ship then shouted a Power Word, releasing a gust of wind that smashed into Victoria and sent her spinning earthwards.

The second airship crashed into the ground, exploding in a blossom of released magick while Victoria unsteadily halted her fall and rose back into the gray-hued sky. Mara floated above her, invoking a psychic assault that rammed into Victoria's brain, turning her mind into a ball of agony. The Dark Elf erected an unstable mental shield, then threw out a magickal whip that wrapped around Mara's booted ankles and pulled her swiftly to the ground. Before the mage girl could break the glowing whip, she slammed into the ash-gray earth, the air pressed violently out of her lungs.

Victoria landed softly on the ground, then wiped a thin trail of blood from her left nostril.

"Your magick has improved," grinned Victoria weakly as she watched the human girl rise unsteadily to her feet.

"Your taste in employers has gotten worse," retorted Mara before she vainly tried to brush the clinging ash from her dark blue robes.

"I suppose it wouldn't help if I said I was under duress," said Victoria.

"No, it wouldn't," answered Mara. "But if you give the girl back to me I'll forget I saw you."

"I can't do that. If I lose her, I die," whispered Victoria as she drew her thin sword with a sharp hiss of steel on leather.

"I'll miss you, Victoria," frowned Mara as she readied her hands, blue lightning playing across her thin fingers.

A ball of violet light exploded behind Mara, sending the girl hurling into Victoria before both females fell heavily to the ground. Hovering in the air in a cacophony of flapping wings, the Helghast named Abydos smiled maliciously at the two prone adversaries.

"Naar thought that you might need some help," hissed the undead creature before he cast a mass of writhing black tentacles from his right hand that wrapped around Mara's body and entrapped her in a vice-like grip.

"Better late than never," retorted Victoria with a grimace as she regained her feet, then looked down at the struggling redhead. "Are there more airships around?"

"Yes. An entire fleet entered the Darklands from the east and southwest. None of the keeps around here are safe enough for the transfer ceremony. Lord Naar wants you to travel south, to Agarash's domain. The ceremony will take place in the Doomlands of Naaros," said Abydos.

"That's a damn long trip by horse, can't I just teleport there?" inquired the Elf.

"No, it will attract too much attention. Ride to the Divide, then you can try to teleport to the Doomlands."

"All right," sighed Victoria weakly. "I'll take little miss sorceress with me."

"No, I want her," grinned Abydos wickedly as he caressed Mara's defiant face with a slimy tentacle.

"Don't you need to coordinate the defense of the Darklands? Lord Naar would be very upset with you if he found out you were eating pussy while on duty," smiled Victoria smugly.

"Fucking Elf bitch," snarled the Helghast before he yanked painfully on the reins of his Kraan mount and released Mara from her sorcerous bonds.

The winged lizard hissed angrily as it flapped energetically to gain more altitude, sailing north towards the castles of the absent Darklords.

"What are you going to do with me?" asked Mara as she wiped tentacle slime from her lovely face with the wide sleeve of her garment.

"Take you along. You'll be less trouble if I know where you are," grinned Victoria before she reached into a belt pouch and removed an iron collar.

Before Mara could react, the swift Dark Elf snapped the collar around the mage girl's neck, nullifying her magickal powers.

"Damn it, Victoria!" swore Mara as she pulled vainly on the tight metal collar around her slim, graceful neck.

"It suits you," giggled the Dark Elf as she took Mara's right hand, then ascended into the air in pursuit of Mali and the horses.

Mali rode in a panicked gallop, following the Dark Elf's swift stallion as it ran smoothly south. After glancing back several times to make sure Victoria was not pursuing, the bouncing farm girl pulled roughly on her horse's reins, trying to turn the mount east. Several attempts later, the powerful horse finally obeyed Mali, breaking left towards the towering Durncrag Mountains. Mali laughed loudly with joy as she pounded across the dry earth towards home. Long, golden hair billowed behind the slim girl as she held on tightly to her horse's reins, enjoying the vibration of his muscles under her crotch as he ran under her guidance. When it became too dark to ride further, Mali yanked her steed to a halt, then fell trembling to the ground, holding desperately onto her saddle for support.

The farm girl looked around the landscape, seeing nothing but dry dust and flat ground. Opening one of her saddlebags, Mali retrieved some dry rations and a water bottle, then sat on the warm ground, eating quietly while her horse snorted and held its head low to the ground, sniffing for food or water. Drowsiness came over Mali, but she resisted it long enough to nail her horse's reins to the ground after watering and feeding him from her sparse food stores. Rolling herself into a thin blanket, Mali relaxed and smiled as she began to dream of her imminent homecoming…

"Look! I find pretty!" drooled a Giak as he leaned over the prone farm girl.

Mali awoke quickly, then screamed as several Giak warriors moved to encircle her. The ugly goblinoids tore the blanket away from her, then held her down, her limbs spread-eagled, while their leader unsheathed a wicked dagger and sliced the leather armor from her body.

"Pretty is young and ripe," hissed the burly leader as thick globs of black drool fell from his fanged maw onto Mali's naked stomach and breasts.

"Please, let me go," quivered Mali as tears pooled under her wide, blue eyes.

"We rape you first, then we take you to be slave in Darklord city," chuckled the Giak leader before he reached down with his warty claws, caressing Mali's soft breasts and creamy skin.

"Please, no!" screamed Mali as the Giak leader began sucking loudly on her tits while his right claw rubbed up and down her blonde-tufted cunt.

Blue lightning lit the night as three Giaks fell roaring to the ground, their flesh boiling and popping like hot wax. The leader spun away from the weeping girl just in time to get a dagger in the belly. Mara glared angrily into the Giak's blood-shot eyes before she rammed the knife into his stomach again then twisted the blade until the dying creature was moaning with pain. Victoria cast some mana bolts into the confused Giak patrol, killing two more while the rest ran chaotically into the darkness.

Mara knelt beside Mali, hugging the naked girl while she cried hysterically into the mage girl's shoulder. Victoria glanced at the two young women, then moved to take Mali's horse to where the other two mounts were waiting patiently. After Mali had calmed down, Mara led her to the waiting horses, helping the trembling girl up into the saddle before Victoria clicked her tongue and led the way south.

With Victoria's night vision, the trio rode all night, and with dawn a new mountain range could be seen to the south.

"What're those?" asked Mali softly as the three young women ate a cold breakfast on the ground.

"The Cragmantle Mountains. They protect the southern flank of the Darklands," replied Victoria. "We should reach the main pass of the Cragmantle by this afternoon."

"Can't we sleep for awhile? We've been riding all night," complained Mali as she rubbed her sore buttocks.

"There's a village just south of the pass, we'll take a break there," said the Dark Elf firmly.

"Why don't you just teleport us to the Doomlands? You know the coordinates," suggested Mara slyly. "It would spare us a long, tiring trip."

"You know why, mage," glared Victoria at the innocent-looking redhead.

"It was just a friendly suggestion," shrugged the young woman as she brushed aside her long, fiery hair.

The trio rode all day through the dreary flat lands, then reached the pass of the Cragmantle in the late afternoon. Riding between two tall, shear walls of rock, the riders finally emerged into a green, fertile hill range. Mara and Mali smiled with pleasure as cool winds brushed against their skin while small stands of trees waved gracefully in the breeze. As night fell, the trio reached a small village, smoke rising from chimneys as the town's inhabitants prepared for supper. Victoria led the way to the village inn, then rented one large room for all three of them. Mali was much calmer after a warm meal and a cool mug of ale. Victoria watched her two captives cautiously, then gasped softly as two tall men obscured by dark cloaks entered the common room. One man sat opposite the two wary girls while the second man tapped Victoria on the shoulder, then motioned to the inn's door. The Dark Elf rose from her bench then followed the cloaked man outside to the edge of the inn's fenced courtyard. The hooded man turned to face Victoria, his deathly pale skin wavering and turning to black, oozing rot.

"I thought so," nodded Victoria as she stared into the Helghast's corrupt face.

"Lord Naar is uncomfortable with the mage girl being so close to Mali," hissed the undead agent. "Mara must be slain."

"That wouldn't be a good idea," whispered Victoria emphatically. "If I kill her, the crystal star pendent she wears will react to her death, the Crystal Star Order might be able to trace it."

"Very well," nodded the Helghast. "You must break her so that she can offer no support to our new avatar. Show Mali that it is useless to resist our Dark Lord."

"If Naar insists," acknowledged Victoria hesitantly.

"He does. Glory to the Dark Lord," bowed the Helghast before he hissed shrilly towards the inn.

The second Helghast left the brightly-lit common room, moving silently to join his companion until both undead had faded into the night.

Victoria waited until Mali fell unconscious from inhaling the damp cloth over her face, then the Dark Elf straightened to regard the sorceress standing on the other side of the small bed.

"What did your friends want with you?" asked Mara coldly.

"They believe you could upset Naar's plans for our young friend," replied Victoria as she regarded the mage.

"They're right. I won't let you corrupt Mali like you did Gwena," swore Mara.

"I may have sexually-liberated Gwena, but I didn't force her to embrace Darkness or to use the Ring of Power she retrieved from the Kunae. She chose her own destiny," retorted the Dark Elf.

"How convenient for you," smiled Mara sarcastically. "But you can't claim innocence now, you are going to try to corrupt Mali. I won't let you."

"I won't corrupt Mali, Naar will. I have to bring her to the Dread God or he'll use my skin for parchment," snarled Victoria.

"An evil deed is still an evil deed, you can go to Hell!" spat Mara.

"You'll wish you were in Hell," warned Victoria before she cast a Sleep spell on the angry mage.

Mara awoke to find herself tied to a tree face-first. Her breasts and stomach rubbed against the rough bark, her arms wrapped around the trunk while her legs were spread apart and fastened in place with leather bonds nailed to the ground. A cool breeze washed across her bare skin as she turned to catch a glimpse of anyone behind her.

"I'm sorry, Mara. Naar told me to do this," whispered Victoria as she unlimbered a long whip and cracked it once for practice.

"Please, just let me go. We were lovers once!" exclaimed Mara as she wriggled against the hard tree.

"And you left me to study your magick. I have no one now," murmured Victoria before she cracked the whip across Mara's bare back.

The sorceress screamed in pain as blood dripped from her slashed skin down the arch of her back to her round ass.

"Victoria! Please!" shouted Mara just before the Dark Elf struck again, leaving a glowing red welt on the naked girl's left buttock. Victoria lashed out faster, again and again lavishing warm welts across her bound victim's naked skin.

Mara screamed with agony, tears poured from her large, green eyes as drool fell from her moist, red lips onto her delicate chin. Mara trembled from pain and fear while Victoria began chanting a spell; slimy, filthy words fell from the Dark Elf's lips until a wet, squishing noise came from near Mara's bare feet. The red-haired girl looked down at the rich, soft earth, panting in horror as a Bore Worm emerged from the soil, turning its blind, glistening head towards Mara's helpless, moist pussy. Sniffing the naked girl's cunt juices, the Bore Worm slid up her bare leg, leaving a trail of clinging slime on her skin until it reached her warm crotch. Mara cried out in revulsion as the Bore Worm wriggled into her pussy, its large, pulsing head sliding smoothly into her vagina, tasting her honey as it made its way deeper into her vulnerable body.

"Please Ishir, no," moaned Mara as her buttocks trembled, her legs wobbling as the fat Bore Worm pressed itself deeper into her cunt, entering her belly where it writhed with pleasure in her warm, moist womb.

Sticky, dripping slime gushed from the Worm's pores as it pumped in and out of Mara's pussy, coating her inner thighs and lower ass cheeks in a mess of vomit-green goo. Mara's right cheek rubbed painfully against the rough tree bark as her body quivered with each thrust of the Worm's obscene coil, her breasts bruised as they pressed tightly over the coarse trunk. A leg of the Bore Worm found Mara's small asshole, probing inside the small orifice until she clenched it involuntarily. The naked girl's legs went limp, her body supported by the bloated Worm as it filled the space between her legs, engorged with her juices as it wriggled inside her vagina for more sweet sustenance. Tiny feelers caressed Mara's tight bare ass, spreading the Worm's slime across her smooth flesh like butter over soft bread.

After feeding on Mara's warm honey for hours, the fat Bore Worm slowly slid out of the naked girl's outspread pussy, emerging with a wet popping sound as it wriggled down Mara's left leg, then returned to the warm earth beneath her. Mara shivered against the unyielding tree, a flood of tears dripping down her cheeks as she gasped for breath and hugged the hard wood desperately with her bound arms. Victoria cut the naked girl's bonds with a dagger, watching coldly as Mara fell down in a heap. After cutting away Mara's ankle restraints, the Dark Elf observed the naked girl while she crawled ungracefully to the edge of the glade. She curled into a ball at the foot of a tall oak, shivering with disgust and horror as Worm slime dried on her red pubic hair and pink labia flesh.

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Victoria and her two charges resumed their journey early the following morning. The Dark Elf altered her course to the southwest across a grassy plain. The Cragmantle dominated the northern horizon, while a second, smaller range lay to the south. Victoria skirted the northern tip of the smaller range, moving along its western flank into a rich farming region. Mali followed the Dark Elf without complaint, occasionally glancing at Mara, who sat quietly bundled in a thick, dark blue cloak with the hood draped over her head. The trio reached the city of Torgar in the late afternoon, a merchant city that lay on the northern bank of a great, fast-flowing river. The travelers entered the city without trouble, then Victoria led the way to the large harbor on the opposite side of the metropolis. The Dark Elf purchased a riverboat large enough to transport all of them, then sold all three horses for a tidy sum. The young women ate lunch at a quiet tavern in the merchant district then boarded the boat as night began to cloak the sky. Victoria guided the craft from the stern while Mara and Mali sat in one of the crew cabins.

"Are you okay?" asked Mali tentatively as she reached out to clasp Mara's left hand.

"It's nothing," murmured Mara before she looked up at the farm girl, her skin chalky pale and her eyes raw from crying.

"Oh, Mara," gasped Mali as she hugged the sorceress tightly. "What did that monster do to you?"

"I'm not important. You must watch yourself," warned Mara, her hands squeezing Mali's shoulders painfully. "The Dark God, Naar, will try to overwhelm your spirit, to make you his vessel, his avatar. You mustn't give in to him, no matter what!"

"I won't," replied Mali weakly.

Mara watched the blonde girl uncertainly, then looked down at the deck of the cabin, sighing softly.

"I have something that might aid you, but I really need to use it for something else. If you absolutely can't resist Naar when the time comes, let me know and I'll do what I can," said the mage girl.

"Okay," smiled Mali reassuringly before hugging Mara again, drawing strength from the determined sorceress.

Two days passed until the riverboat finally reached the Great Divide, a narrow body of water that separated North and South Magnamund. The Dark Elf landed the boat on the river's eastern bank then herded her two prisoners onto dry land with their few possessions.

"Take my hands," ordered Victoria tersely.

Mara and Mali each took one of the Elf's cool hands, then waited nervously while Victoria began chanting her Teleport spell. Before Victoria could complete the invocation, three airships rumbled from the east, approaching quickly.

"Shit," hissed Victoria as she roughly released the two girls, then marched forward to watch the three ironclads approach.

As if summoned, the Helghast Abydos teleported above the three females, along with two black dragons. The dragons roared with hate as they stretched out their leathery wings and gained altitude. The airships responded by firing several deck cannons, illuminating the darkening sky with explosive shot. A dragon swept by an airship, spewing acid from his maw that splashed onto the deck and maimed crewmen as it ate into the deck of the vessel. One of the airships fired a broadside, tearing the second dragon's wing as it glided into a spin. The Helghast held up a black iron staff in his right hand, summoning the magick before evoking a Fireball spell and hurling it at the lead airship. The ball of flame ignited over the stern, killing the captain and the pilot in a flower of fiery death. The unguided airship listed to starboard, slamming into another vessel and sending them both diving to the earth. The third airship fired another broadside, shredding one of the dragons into a wet bundle of bleeding meat. The last dragon and Abydos combined their attack on the last airship, unleashing a stream of acid and a flurry of lightning that crumpled the ironclad like a paper cup.

The ground vibrated under the three females as the dying airships crashed into the ground to the east. A pillar of escaping magick spewed into the air, the molten light gushing like a waterspout until it fell back to earth as a gentle rain. Abydos wheeled his Kraan mount until he hovered over Victoria and her charges.

"The way is safe now, you can Teleport to the Doomlands site," grinned the Helghast smugly.

"Thank you so much," replied Victoria sarcastically.

Abydos bowed at the waist mockingly, then teleported away with the surviving dragon in a swirl of green light.

Victoria, Mara, and Mali materialized at the foot of a huge set of double doors. The portals were composed of iron, pitted and hanging askew as a harsh wind blew from the desolate plain called the Doomlands of Naaros. Victoria summoned a sphere of Light with her magick, then escorted her two captives inside the massive, black stone castle standing before them. Thunder shook the cracked walls of the keep while lightning eerily illuminated the dark halls as the trio walked deeper into the castle's heart, to the large throne room that lay at its center.

"Let me guess, this was Agarash's old fortress," remarked Mara as she examined the torn tapestries lining the walls and the smashed furniture that lay decomposing on the smooth, obsidian floor.

"Yes, the capital city of a once mighty empire," murmured Victoria as she glanced around respectfully, the air around her seething with dark power.

"What's going to happen?" whispered Mali as she clung fearfully to Mara's blue robe.

"Tomorrow night the Dread God will come and join his magick with your body. You will be his anchor with this world, and he'll use you as a focus to re-open all of the Shadow Gates on the planet. The legions of Darkness will come from all the worlds of the Universe claimed by Naar, and Evil will finally win the War against Kai and Ishir," replied Victoria softly.

"It will be the end of the world," said Mara as her lips trembled.

"Hey, life's a bitch," grinned Victoria weakly.

Giggling desperately, the Dark Elf left her companions in the throne room as she prepared to seal the castle with powerful Ward spells.

"Are you hungry?" asked Mara while she looked down at the shaking young woman.

"No, I feel like throwing up," replied the blonde girl.

"Try to get some rest, you'll need all your strength tomorrow," soothed Mara before she took Mali's cold hand and led her to the adjoining bedrooms in the east wing.

Mali lay on a huge, four poster bed. The night was cool and damp as rain lashed the walls of the castle outside. Lightning lit up the girl's frightened face while she stared at the roof of the bed, her sheets rumpled and cold as she shivered with terror at the approaching horror of the morrow. Chattering teeth were the only sounds in the once-opulent bedchamber until a violet light appeared within the far corner of the room. Mali turned to look at the purple light as a slim, feminine form appeared from the glow and walked with clicking stiletto heels to the foot of the bed.

"So, this is my replacement," grinned Gwena Starblade coldly. "Naar must be getting desperate."

"Who are you?" stammered Mali as she sat up in bed clutching a cold sheet to her breasts.

"I was Gwena Starblade, a Kai initiate who fell to the temptations of Darkness and nearly conquered all of Magnamund," replied the deathly beautiful Elf woman with a short bow.

"You're the Elf girl that Victoria corrupted," observed Mali as she pressed her back against the unforgiving wood of the bed's headboard.

"Victoria helped me break free of my morality, but she was hardly responsible for my fall from grace," whispered Gwena huskily as she left the floor and floated over Mali's body, her skin translucent with a soft, white glow. "I did that all by myself."

"You're a ghost," squeaked Mali, her hands raising her bed sheet to her chin.

"Alas, yes. My time on earth is over," mourned Gwena with an expression of mock distress. "But the Daziarn Plane isn't that bad, lots of slaves to beat and fuck."

"What do you want with me," whispered Mali weakly.

"I want to show you the power of Darkness," hissed Gwena as she stared deeply into the farm girl's wide eyes. "To let you see the many dark delights that can be yours if you embrace Lord Naar and let him infuse you with his seed.

"No, go away," stammered Mali as her thin fingers clutched her bed sheet in a death grip. "I don't want to become evil."

"You will," murmured Gwena as she floated close to the prone girl, her ephemeral fingers sliding slowly, teasingly, coaxingly, over Mali's feminine curves.

Mali stared into Gwena's deep, beguiling, blue eyes, and her mind grew foggy. As if in a trance, she lowered the sheet to her waist and swayed softly. Gwena traced Mali's lips with a glowing finger, then slid her hand down the girl's neck to the laces of her sleeping gown. Becoming partially solid, the blonde Elf woman slowly untied the white laces, and pulled the gown down to Mali's hips. The girl moaned softly in fright as Gwena slid long delicate fingers over her sensitive, pert breasts, cupping the mounds of soft flesh, encircling the pink nipples slowly until they popped up with arousal.

Gwena began to sing to Mali as she fondled and squeezed the girl's full tits. The song was soft, sultry, telling Mali that Naar wasn't just a cruel destroyer, but a loving, devoted god who cared for each of his servants. Naar would take care of her. Naar would love her. She could be the Dark God's mistress for all eternity, ruling entire galaxies and creating whatever she wanted. All she had to do was give herself to him, surrender her body to his power.

Mali sat limply against the bed's headboard, her eyes slowly beginning to close. Her pupils glazed as she opened her legs and let her arms fall limply to her sides. Gwena smiled in silent triumph, sucking lightly on Mali's right breast and moving her hand down the girl's flat stomach to her crotch. The Elf shade pulled the disheveled bed gown completely off Mali's body then caressed the girl's smooth legs before touching her blonde-haired pussy.

"Pain and pleasure are the same in Naar's domain. Let me show you," whispered Gwena warmly while she unsheathed a gleaming knife and ran the flat of the blade over Mali's glistening cunt.

Mali groaned with ecstasy, her lips pursed and moist as Gwena slid the sharp edge of the knife over her pussy, shaving the blonde pubic hair from her twat. The Elf woman continued her seductive song, licking the side of Mali's breast as she severed more hair from the naked girl's slit. When all of Mali's pussy hair was gone, Gwena began rubbing her cunt forcefully, wiping all of the shorn strands of gold from the girl's pink skin.

"Oh, please, no," moaned Mali weakly, her forehead trickling with sweat as her lungs panted for air.

"I know you like it, bitch," smiled Gwena before she kissed Mali roughly on the mouth, forcing her tongue down the girl's yielding throat.

Mali surrendered to the Elf woman's lips, opening her mouth so that Gwena could lewdly lick the inside of her jaws. After sucking on Mali's tongue until she groaned with pleasure, Gwena thrust her head between Mali's outspread legs, sucking loudly on the naked girl's cunt. Mali shouted with orgasmic ecstasy, her slim thighs trembling as the ghostly Elf woman ate her pussy, devouring her warm honey as it gushed from her throbbing vagina.

"Mali, I heard a moan," said Mara as she opened the bedroom door, her eyes growing wide as she watched a transparent apparition lick the farm girl's exposed cunt lips.

Gwena glanced up at the astonished mage girl, then stuck out her tongue and disappeared into empty air.

Mara rushed up to Mali, who lay supine upon the bed, smiling with sexual satiation, her naked skin flushed and glistening with love sweat.

"Oh, no. You gave in," groaned Mara as she wiped a strand of sweat-slick hair away from Mali's sleeping face.

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The storm continued through the next day and into the evening while Victoria prepared Mali for Naar's ceremony. Peals of thunder shook the abandoned castle as the Dark Elf led Mali into the now clean throne room. The walls and floor were smooth and polished, while dozens of black candles burned in iron sconces. Mara trailed the two females, her wrists bound behind her back with leather cord, her neck still encircled with the iron collar that negated her sorcerous abilities. Mali wore a sleek, black robe as she climbed the dais that once supported the throne, then she unfastened the garment and let it fall from her nude body. Victoria began chanting the words of the ritual, her slim hands drawing sigils in the air that took form beneath Mali and glowed hotly. Mara leaned against the eastern wall, wriggling her hands as she tried to escape her bonds. Lightning flared outside, illuminating the hall's narrow, high-placed windows as the candles died, the only light now coming from the symbols inscribed on the floor beneath the naked farm girl.

With a growing roar, a black mist seeped from the throne dais, pouring up into the air until two glowing red, hate-filled eyes appeared within the cloud and regarded the young women with disdain.

"You are to be the avatar?" rumbled Naar as he stared at the glassy-eyed farm girl.

"Yes, master," bowed Mali reflexively.

"Very well," acknowledged Naar before he gushed forward, wrapping Mali in a vortex of black fog, then sliding a stream of smoke into her slack mouth.

Mali choked on the ebony vapors, her arms twitching in the tight grip of the fog that held her firmly in place. Victoria backed away from the dais, her eyes wide with apprehension as Naar growled with evil contentment.

Mara had partially escaped her wrist bonds when a loud crash echoed from the outer wall of the castle. Victoria frowned, then floated up to one of the windows while several more impacts reverberated along the fortress' stone walls.

"More airships," observed Victoria.

Over a dozen ironclads sailed from the boiling clouds and encircled the castle, firing concentrated broadsides at the building's battlements and towers. A violet hemisphere flared with each cannon strike, the magickal shield absorbing most of the force of the shells as they hurled down to the stone parapets.

"Pathetic interlopers," hissed Naar as his eyes slitted in concentration.

With a thought, Abydos appeared above the airships along with scores of huge Zlanbeasts with Nadziranim riders. The lizard-like monsters screeched shrilly and dove upon the ironclads. Their sorcerous masters cast lighting and fire bolts at the surprised Crystal Star crewmen.

Mara finally freed her hands from her leather constraints and reached into a secret pouch of her robe, retrieving a hand-sized crystal that glowed with a golden light. Victoria glanced down from the window just in time to see Mara shatter her iron collar with the glowing crystal.

"Mara, you fool!" shouted Victoria as she swooped down towards the now free mage.

Mara spotted the Dark Elf diving towards her and quickly cast a Web spell, entrapping Victoria and sending her slamming into the eastern wall, her body glued to the glass-smooth obsidian. Mara frowned with determination as she held the burning crystal before her and approached the dark, smoky form of the god, Naar.

"Impudent bitch! You think that you can fight me with that?" exclaimed Naar in astonishment as he watched the sorceress with his flaming, red eyes.

"This is the last Lorestone. It contains the essence of Kai, Ishir, and your nemesis, Lone Wolf. This is the one thing in the entire universe that can completely destroy you," said Mara as she slowly climbed the polished steps of the dais.

"Then I better keep it away," snarled Naar before he lashed out with a bundle of tentacles that spewed forth from his fog-boiling mass.

Mara gasped as the tentacles smashed into her body, then propelled her into the air to the far side of the room, where she crashed into the wall, suspended above the chamber's entrance while the ichor-drenched tentacles tore her robe away and fondled her bare flesh obscenely. The Lorestone fell from Mara's hand, bouncing along the floor until it lay still in the center of the chamber.

"The Light shall die with you, mage slut," purred Naar as a large tentacle thrust into Mara's pussy and pressed through her tight vagina.

Mara screamed in pain, grasping the slick limb with both of her hands, trying vainly to pull the engorged tentacle from her torn cunt. Victoria freed herself from the clinging webs, then floated down to the floor to retrieve the glowing Lorestone.

"Bring it here," commanded Naar as he loomed over the kneeling Mali, who trembled with each influx of black magick into her young body.

Victoria hefted the warm stone, then walked slowly towards Naar, her high heels clicking on the hard obsidian. A hellish scream echoed from outside as several Crystal Star mages concentrated their magick on Abydos, tearing his undead body apart with a series of harsh lightning strikes. At the foot of the dais, Victoria turned to look at Mara, who lay suspended against the wall, her naked body shuddering as the tentacle in her pussy rammed into her warm belly. The Dark Elf returned her gaze to Mali, who lay on her back now, dark tendrils of smoke sliding into her mouth, nose, and exposed cunt.

"Looks like we win," observed Gwena as she appeared behind Victoria, draping a transparent arm over the Dark Elf's left shoulder. "Nice job."

"Gwena!" gasped Victoria as she backed quickly away from the ghost, her hands clasping the Lorestone desperately.

"You still remember me! How sweet!" grinned the Elf woman insolently as she pressed her hands against her shapely hips. "You going to give that to Lord Naar or what?"

"I don't know," admitted Victoria before she glanced briefly at the annoyed deity. "I've been feeling guilty lately."

"About me," guessed Gwena as she slowly approached the Dark Elf, her ghostly black cloak swirling around her slim figure. "You shouldn't, I chose to use the Ring, to take command of the rogue Dark armies, to attempt conquering Magnamund for myself. You had nothing to do with that."

"But I did corrupt you!" said Victoria with clenched teeth and closed eyes. "I raped you, I performed dark rites on you, with that bastard Vonotar."

"It was fun too," smiled Gwena as she stood close to the Dark Elf, caressing her cheek with a gloved hand. "I enjoyed it; it made me horny."

"I can't do it again, not with her," murmured Victoria while she pointed to the moaning, prone body of Mali.

"Mali made her choice, she surrendered herself to Naar of her own free will. She's weak. The transfer will burn her out when Naar opens all the Shadow Gates through the link. She won't know what hit her," giggled Gwena maliciously.

"What happened to you, Gwena?" whispered Victoria as she looked up into the Elf woman's cold, blue eyes.

"I grew up, to be just…like…you," smiled Gwena, her beautiful features decadent and cruel.

"Take her," ordered Naar.

Gwena seized Victoria by the shoulders, then kissed her passionately, sucking wantonly on the Dark Elf's lips until the surprised young woman could feel nothing else…

"What?" stammered Victoria, as she looked frantically around the large cabin, the ornate windows on the aft wall framing a beautiful, star-lit sky.

"It's your cabin on your old slave galley," replied Gwena in the flesh, her golden hair wavy and rich as it fell down her graceful back.

The Elf woman was still dressed in her black corset, leather panties, and polished knee boots as she handed Victoria a tall glass of red wine.

"Is this an illusion?" inquired Victoria before she tentatively sipped the tart wine.

"Isn't everything an illusion?" retorted Gwena as she raised her glass to her moist, red lips, then drained the vessel in one gulp.

Replacing the glass on a side table, the seductive Elf woman swayed over to Victoria, wrapping her gloved arms around the Dark Elf's waist, then nuzzled her slim neck.

"I've missed how your skin tastes, how delicious you smell," murmured Gwena huskily as she made little kisses along Victoria's neck and shoulder.

Victoria moaned softly, her crotch growing warm as Gwena licked her shoulders, then rubbed a nose and lips over her soft cleavage.

"No, I have to destroy Naar," groaned Victoria as Gwena pushed her onto the bed and untied her white, leather vest.

"Wouldn't you rather make love, forever?" countered the blonde Elf before she leaned down and slowly slid her tongue over Victoria's large, ripe tits, dripping warm saliva over the silver-haired female's luscious melons.

"Damn, that feels good," smiled Victoria while Gwena moved from breast to breast, slavering lewdly over each pert mound.

Gwena slid her right hand between Victoria's clenched thighs, rubbing her snatch until her tight leather shorts were wet with cunt juice. Gwena tenderly pulled off Victoria's shorts, then slid graceful fingers against her pussy, caressing the soft pink folds of her labia until they throbbed with helpless lust. Victoria clutched the sheets of the bunk desperately, her breath coming in harsh gasps as Gwena pushed two fingers into her slit, exploring her clenching vagina until the Elf woman's fingers were sticky with honey.

"Just let yourself go," urged Gwena huskily as she played Victoria's pussy like a musical instrument. "Forget everything and let me take care of you, baby."

Victoria moaned with pleasure, her face and naked breasts gleaming with sweat. She was on the brink of surrendering to Gwena's erotic seduction, when she glanced down briefly and saw the Lorestone glowing near her right hand. The light held the Dark Elf's eyes, clearing her mind of the lust induced by Gwena and her sex magick.

"I…won't…give…up!" panted Victoria before she grabbed the Lorestone and smashed it into Gwena's flushed face.

The Elf woman screamed as the divine power of the stone tore her essence apart, dispelling her illusion and returning Victoria to the dark throne room of Agarash's fortress. Victoria climbed to her feet, gasping sharply as she saw Mali rise to her feet and regard the Dark Elf with glowing red eyes.

"I will still win," smiled Mali as she spoke with Naar's harsh voice. "You cannot stop my victory, Elf bitch."

"I can try," retorted Victoria while she brandished the Lorestone. The hand-sized crystal suddenly elongated, and grew into a bright, crystal sword.

Screaming with defiance, Victoria severed the tentacles that upheld Mara, then charged the dais, impaling Mali's naked stomach with the diamond-sharp blade.

"NO!" bellowed Mali as she staggered backwards. A black vortex opened behind her and Naar's essence began to flee back to the Daziarn Plane.

Victoria ripped the sword out of Mali's dying body and pounced on Naar's spirit form. As she was drawn into the vortex with the Dark God, she stabbed the drifting darkness with the crystal blade.

Stumbling to the bloodstained dais, the last thing Mara saw within the vortex was Naar screaming in agony, his essence disrupted and consumed by the divine power of the Lorestone. Biting her lip from the pain in her vagina, the mage fell unconscious to the floor as the black maelstrom swirled shut and disappeared.

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The airship fleet destroyed all of the Zlanbeasts and their evil Nadziranim riders. With Naar's magick gone, the mages of the Crystal Brotherhood landed their ships and retrieved Mara's senseless form along with the dead body of the would-be-Avatarl, Mali. The former farm girl's body was purified and garbed for burial while Mara was healed of her deep wounds.

Standing alone, clutching a warm cloak to her body, Mara watched as three airships stayed behind to destroy the ruins of Agarash's castle, reducing the black stone towers to wispy piles of crushed dirt. Nothing remained of Naar's evil. The Dark God was finally destroyed, never to darken Magnamund again with his corrupt shadow.

The tale of Victoria was now over.

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