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The Diadem of Domination

By: markydaysaid



Val: Human Barbarian. An 21 year old tomboy who grew up in a mountain clan, learning to fight from an early age. She is tall with an athletic build, large breasts, shaggy brown hair, and many scars. Her clothing consists of little more than a fur thong and a skimpy breastplate that barely covers her bronzed chest.

Penny Half-Pocket: Halfling Rouge. Val's best and only friend, a naive and naughty girl. Like all Halflings she is half the size of a grown human, with a slender waist, small breasts, and a surprisingly curvy butt for her size. She has short black hair with long bangs and large blue eyes. She wears tight leather shorts, leather boots, leather gloves, and a tight leather vest. 

Lira Half-Pocket: Halfling Bard. Penny's hedonistic sister, who prefers singing, drinking, smoking, and fucking to fighting and working. Curvy little slut with long black hair tied into a thick braid and big blue eyes. She wears revealing, frilly clothes and carries a mondolin that's almost as large as she is. 

Solaria El'Shalathor: Elven Wizard. A pompous and haughty bitch, accustomed to living with wealth and comfort. Very tall, blonde, stunningly beautiful, slender body, long legs, very long blonde hair, pointy ears. Usually wears very expensive revealing robes, that leave as much of her cleavage, stomach, and back bare as possible. 

Sister Delilah: Human Priestess. A shy, humble woman who is adept at healing magic: Very curvy and voluptuous, long curly purple hair, dark skin, and thick, soft lips. She wears a dark purple robe that clings to her body as if it were wet. 

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A brave knight, a crafty wizard, a elven archer, a noble cleric, and a dwarven warrior all sat around a table in a crowded tavern, plotting their newest campaign into the forsaken tomb of Beehgbhas, the Arch-Lich, where legend said the magical Sword of the Undying was buried . . . and not a single one of them noticed their pockets getting picked.

Penny Half-pocket had been staying in this dank, filthy tavern for almost a week making sport of its patrons, robbing them of what little coin they had. The innkeeper, a tired old gnome named Zarkastick, was perfectly aware of what Penny was up to, but so long as she used the stolen coin to pay her rent and didn't get caught he didn't care. And besides, Penny's girlfriend was not a woman to be crossed.

"Get enough coin to buy a decent drink tonight?" Zarkastick asked, hoping the curvy little Halfling would actually spend money tonight. 

Penny grumbled. "Just give me another mug of that cheap horse-piss you call beer," she said dropping a few stolen coins onto the bar. The problem with Zarkastick's tavern was that it only attracted a certain kind of adventurers: poor ones. 

"You'd make more coin using other parts of your body, you know," Zarkastick said, giving the cute little girl an admiring look. "Humans pay good money to stretch out a tight Halfling pussy."

"I'm not my sister," Penny groaned, blushing bright red. "Now get me that beer, you wrinkled piece of imp-shit."

The old gnome cackled and hopped off his stool, disappearing into a towering maze of kegs and bottles to find his cheapest, shittiest ale.

He was right though. Penny was a cute, fuckable little piece of ass. Like all Halflings, she was little more than four feet high and had slightly rounded ears, but other than that she had the appearance of a perfectly sexy little girl, albeit her face, breasts, and ass were rather pronounced for her small body. Her clothing was quite provocative as well, being little more than a tight leather vest that pushed up her small cleavage, and tiny leather shorts that left most of her big, heart-shaped ass on total display. There was nothing unusual about her dress though, not in her world where nudity was quite common and clothing only was worn when essential or to display wealth. Penny had no wealth to display, but she did need to keep her small breasts under control (hence the vest) and she needed something to carry her daggers on (hence the shorts). 

The door to the tavern opened and Penny hoped it would be someone wealthy enough to be worth pickpocketing, but she was just as happy to see a six-foot human with toned muscles, large breasts, and lots of messy brown hair. This human girl was pretty in a tomboyish way, and for her age of 21 she was rather tall and mature looking, but her perpetually cocky smile was obviously youthful. She wore little more than a dented breastplate which failed to contain her large breasts, and a tight leather thong that hugged her muscular buttocks. 

"Val!" Penny waved to the barbarian. "Any luck today sweetie?"

"Sorry, Penny, but the Fighters' Guild hasn't had any contracts in a month, and all of the mayor's bounties have been taken up by other mercenaries." Val grumbled, feeling the empty coin purse at her side. "I don't even have enough money left for that horse-piss the old gnome sells."

Penny made a cooing sound and stroked Val's toned stomach. "Don't worry, babe. I'll get you good and liquored up."

Val smiled. "Trying to seduce me, you little slut?"

"Would I need to try that hard?"

The women laughed playfully and kissed, Val leaning over and smacking her lips against Penny's, their tongue rolling over one another. To a stranger it might look like a grown woman was making out with a child, but the tall and muscular Val was only 21, whereas her petite girlfriend was actually 35, although 35 was still young as Halflings counted time. 

"Here are your beers, you dykes," Zarkastick said as he slammed two large mugs of frothy yellow liquid on the bar.

Val made a rude gesture to him with her hand and downed the beer, her large breasts heaving as she chugged the ale with big, loud gulps. Large drops of the beer spilled from her puffy lips and rolled down her neck, splashing on to her firm, bronzed breasts. 

Everyone in the room was looking at her, but most knew of Val's reputation too well to attempt hitting on her, at least right away. The first night Val had stayed at Zarcastick's she had been the target of three handsome brothers, all of whom obviously wanted to battle the young girl in bed. The first she politely refused, the second she beat the shit out of and threw out a window, and the third she took to her room along with Penny, and three of them spent all night fucking each other's brains out. What unnerved people was that the three brothers Val had treated so differently hadn't actually done anything different themselves. They had even looked the exact same, being triplets. It was as if Val had just randomly picked one to ignore, one to beat up, and one to fuck. This sort of unpredictable behavior from the attractive warrior continued, and soon people came to understand that Val was just a wild, chaotic, horny bitch who lived by her every whim without any forethought or reflection. But she was arousing, lovely, and hot, so boys kept coming, and they just crossed their fingers and hoped they would be one of the random ones chosen for a night of life-altering sex, although most found themselves waking up in the hospital with broken bones, ruptured testicles, and sometimes foreign objects inserted up the rectums. Val was a crazy bitch. 

As the night went on Penny and Val kicked back a few beers and played a few rounds of darts (most of which they lost) and by the end of the night they found themselves completely penniless again. The tavern was crowded by this point, and many of the patrons were very drunk, so if Val really needed the coin she would have had Penny steal some, but Val didn't really care about money. Growing up in a war-torn border kingdom, Val learned to treat every day like it was going to be her last, and so she spent every moment she could laughing, drinking, partying, fighting, and fucking, all the things she loved. Even now she had nimble little Penny sitting in her lap, as her hand was buried down the front of the Halfling's shorts, loudly slurping in and out of her tight pussy. 

"Excuse me," a husky, feminine voice shyly asked. "Would you two happen to be adventures? Val and Penny." 

Val growled as she broke away from her drunken girlfriend's kisses. "Yeah. We're . . . wow!"

Val lost her breath when she saw the woman who had approached them. She was a tall, voluptuous woman with long, curly hair that was dark purple, as where her large, sparkling eyes. Her skin was dark, smooth, and flawless, although she had a very mature demeanor and seemed to be at least 40. The robe she wore was a darker shade of purple than her hair, and it clung to her sensual body as if it were wet, every curve of her massive breasts, erect nipples, curvy hips, toned stomach, and even the mound of her vulva outlined in explicit detail. As she breathed, her husky voice gasped, and her breasts heaved. Something about her pronounced exhaustion was very erotic.

"I . . . I need your help," the woman said, almost on the verge of tears. Her body quivered as a woman's does when experiencing an orgasm. "I can pay you. I can pay you as much as you want." She clumsily undid a bulky purse and spilled a small fortune of gold coins and tiny gemstones onto the table.

"Wa-wa-why us?" Penny stuttered, stupefied by the almost ridiculous amount of wealth on the table, just as she was by the dark skinned woman's incredible beauty. 

In fact, everyone in the room was staring at the voluptuous stranger with hungry, lustful gazes. As she leaned over to reveal the gold, the slinky material of her robe melted around the curves of her large ass, almost as if daring someone to mount her. Poor knights, impoverished wizards, and desperate rogues started nudging a little closer to Val's table, their greedy eyes darting back and forth between the woman's curvy body and her hefty purse. 

Val quickly swept the gold and gems back into the pouch. "Let's talk in private. It's starting to feel a little crowded in hear. 

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The room Penny and Val shared wasn't very big, very clean, or very hospitable, but it was a perfect spot for sleeping off hangovers and having sex. It was as small as some closets were, with a single window that looked directly into a prostitute's room, and a single bed. That didn't bother Val and Penny though. They got to have a show as they spent all night slapping their things together. The room was so small though that there was only enough room for two of them to stand, so the mysterious woman took the bed, looking extremely vulnerable and appetizing as she rested on her arched back.

"My names is Delilah," she said, hugging her gelatinous breasts with her long, slender arms. "I'm a sister at the Temple of Vea, a goddess of fertility worshipped in the islands of the East. For generations our temple has provided our people with healing, spiritual guidance in the ways of love, harmony, and . . .," she bit her lip, . . . and sex. We have always been peaceful, believing that most wars can be fought and won in bed rather than on the field, so we were completely unprepared for what happened one year ago. A brutal warlord named Kor attacked us, desecrated our temple, raped dozens of our sisters, and stole something of immense value and power from our vaults. I've spent the last year tracking him, and I think for the first time I've cornered him. He was injured in a battle and has been recovering in an ancient ruin in the nearby mountains."

Penny was shivering with excitement and her big blue eyes sparkled with wonderment. Just the thought of ancient tombs, magical artifacts, and evil warlords was making her pussy so wet that cum was trickling down her thigh. "A quest! A real fucking quest! We'll do it!" 

"Hang on to your panties, sweetie," Val said, sounding very skeptical. She was currently untying the cords of her breastplate, stripping it off and peeling down her tight thong. Her athletic, buxom body was totally nude and she started to rub it down with a wet cloth from a bucket of scalding water. She didn't feel shy at all about bathing in front of a total stranger. After all, it was this bitch who was wasting HER time. "Why us? This tavern is full of whole parties of adventurers, most of them filled with big, strong men. Why ask for help from a Halfling pickpocket and a naked barbarian."

Delilah bit her lip and shyly shuffled her long, glistening legs. "The item Kor stole possess powerful magic, capable of controlling large groups of men as if they were puppets. High-priestesses of Vea once used it to stop wars and compel kings to renounce violence, but when fear of its abuse started to inspire revolts, the High-priestess locked it away. This item . . . the Diadem of Domination . . . it allows Kor to control any man he gets close to."

Val smiled. "So let me guess. It doesn't work on women."

Delilah nodded. "Please. Help me. I just need to hire one or two more female warriors, and that should be enough to confront Kor. Help me get the Diadem back, and I will pay you whatever I can. The Temple of Vea is very wealthy, so please consider all those gold coins and gems to be a first payment."

The gold and gems in question had been spilled onto the floor in a little pile, and a naked Penny was rolling around in it like a purring kitten, rubbing the treasure against her small breasts and petite body with almost orgasmic abandon. Halflings were not quite as greedy as dwarves or gnomes were, but the touch of gold still aroused them on a literally sexual level. 

Val giggled. "That's a pretty good start. But if you want us to go against a brutal, evil warlord I'm going to need something to sweeten the pot."

Delilah's dark purple eyes widened with sadness. "But . . . but that money is all I have on me. I can't get . . .huh!"

The voluptuous priestess gasped heavily as Val's strong hand firmly groped her large, mocha colored breasts. The purple robes she wore had a plunging neckline to reveal her bountiful cleavage, and Val reached into it to pull out one of her large, dark nipples. Val teased the nipple, gently prodding and twisting it between her fingers, and to her surprise Delilah began to whimper as a small, hot stream of milk leaked out.

Val almost laughed out loud. "Holy shit. You're lactating."

Delilah was dizzy and on the verge of tears. "I . . . I . . . my goddess Vea. She keeps all her priestesses fertile. I am . . . I am always producing milk and I'm . . . I'm always so horny." She said this like it was a shameful secret, biting her lip and looking away as a single sparkling tear rolled down her soft, brown face. 

Val grabbed Delilah's chin and pulled her full lips forward for a deep, passionately kiss, one so powerful that the priestess moaned submissively and her toes curled. As the kiss broke a glistening strand of spit connected their lips, and when it broke it dripped onto Delilah's sizzling hot chest. 

"Val, you're . . . you're young enough to be my daughter-"

"And you're not too old to be my new bitch," Val smiled wolfishly as she pushed Delilah down and began to suck voraciously at her leaky nipple, filling her mouth with hot, delicious milk.

As the cocky young barbarian began to strip the curvy older woman, Delilah became more and more submissive, and she responded to Val's every touch with quivers and moans. Penny was as mesmerized by the sight of the two beauties rolling over one another as she was jealous. She tired creeping onto the bed and joining in but Val spanked her perky butt and pushed her out. The little girl tumbled to the floor and bounced on her butt. 

"No! Bad kitty," Val said, mocking her little slut. "Wait your turn and just sit and watch."

Penny whined a little but did as she was told. Ever since Val had caught Penny trying to steal her purse over two years ago, Val had been dominate in their relationship. Val had picked her up, slung her over her shoulder, carried her off to a cheap rented room, and spent the whole night fucking Penny's brains out. After about the twentieth intense, mind-blowing orgasm Penny agreed to become Val's personal thief and sex-toy. 

So as Val dove down between the priestesses legs and began to worship her warm, damp temple, Penny sat on the floor rubbing gold coins against her tight sex-pocket, provoking a series of wet orgasms that soaked the floor with her cum.

"We'll need . . . we'll need a few more," Delilah said, barely able to talk as Val's tongue snaked up her dripping vulva. "All women . . . and an elf maybe . . . oooohh."

"Why an elf?" Val asked, inserting two finger's into Delilah and fingering her with a series of quick, wet little pops. 

Delilah was writhing on the bed so much that she could barely answer. "Because . . . be-because . . . the ruins are elven . . . and . . . diversity . . . and . . . you never know what . . . what . . mmmmm . . . AH!"

Delilah's pussy was so soaking wet that it began to splash into Val's face as the barbarian rapidly fingered her. "Yeah, yeah. Like what if the ruins are locked with some kind of spell only an elf would know how to get through. Fine. Whatever. I know of one nearby who also happens to be pretty good at magic. I'm sure we can pick her up on the way out of town."

When Penny heard this leaned over the bed with a worried face. "Wait! You're not talking about-"

"Yep," Val interrupted.

"But she's-"

"A total bitch, I know."

"And you-"

"Fucked her fiancé. I'm sure she's forgotten about that, it was over a month ago."

"And my sister-"

"Penny!" Val yelled. "Please shut the fuck up and go back to diddling yourself so I can fuck this bitch!"

Penny whimpered but did as she was told, and soon she was cumming so hard she began to squirt all over the cold coins. Delilah wasn't long behind, and she came in Val's face so violently that the barbarian came up dripping as if she had just come in from the rain. She looked angry, and that made the timid priestess whimper, but Val just licked her lips and dove back down for more. 

It was a long night for Delilah.

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Loud, haughty, nasally laughter echoed in the decorative courtyard of the Mages' Guild.

"You want my help? You want mmmmmmyyyyy help!" A snobby feminine voice asked loudly, hoping everyone around would hear. The arrogant woman asking was none other than the head enchantress of the local Mages' Guild, the elegant, beautiful, and very pompous Solaria El'Shalathor. She was a tall elven woman with a very long, slender body, a swan-like neck, and her willowy chest sported two plump half-melon breasts, and her ass curved from her body like a firm bubble. Her long golden hair fell to the grassy lawn, and shone with a subtle yellow light as if it were always reflecting the rays of the sun, even when she was in the shade. Her skin was radiantly golden, flawless to a degree that it almost looked like polished metal, and most of it was visible since Solaria only wore the most revealing garments, today's dress being a skimpy green leotard studded with gemstones that left all of her ass and most of her cleavage bare. The material was so sheer and transparent that Val could see how erect Solaria's clitoris was becoming. 

Solaria El'Shalathor was the only female elf in the city that Val knew of personally, which was unfortunate, because the two young women hated each other, they always had, even before Val fucked Solaria's ex-fiancé. 

Val grated her teeth, resisting the urge to kill someone. " . . . yes."

"What was that?" Solaria asked, barely able to contain her giant, beautiful, arrogant smile. A damp spot was forming on the crotch of her green leotard. "A little louder, dear."

Val's firsts were shaking. " . . . yes . . . I need . . . you fucking . . . help," her voice was a hoarse whisper.

Solaria pursed her lips as her smile faded, leaving a cruel, spiteful expression on her perfect face. "I said 'louder,' bitch!"

Val didn't say anything at first, only growling like a wolf. She stood up and walked up to Solaria so close that their breasts mashed together, and their lips grew so close that they were almost kissing. Solaria could feel Val's angry breathes against her skin as they stared hatefully into each other's eyes.


The Diadem of Domination 02



"Two queens, impressive. Unfortunately not quite as impressive as three kings, I must say. I win another hand, which of course means you'll have to show me those two lovely queens of yours, young lady. Take off your bra." 

The young woman in question growled as she grimaced down at her losing hand of cards. "You have to be cheating."

"Innocent until proven guilty, as I like to remind young ladies like yourself, and as of yet no woman has been able to prove anything about me. Now, the bra, if you please."

The woman pouted and hesitantly reached behind her back to unclasp the expensive lacey black bra she wore which was barely holding back her extraordinary cleavage anyway. As she undid the clasp her young, firm bosom nearly bounced out of its cage, but she held them down with her other arm, blocking any sight of her nipples, which was frustrating to the audience which had gathered to watch the card game. 

The game in question was being played only between two people. The first was a young woman no older than 21, but she was tall and extremely buxom regardless of her age. She had long, shimmering blonde hair and crystal blue eyes outlined by a massive amount of mascara. The expensive garments she wore (or had been wearing) could only be afforded by a spoiled debutante from the wealthy districts, which meant that she was either a merchant's daughter or trophy wife, and in either case the only reason she would have come to a tavern like this one was to 'slum it' with the poorer, louder, more interesting folk. 

The second player was a mildly handsome but unkempt man in his late twenties or early thirties (who could tell?) who had large, lazy blue eyes and shoulder length shaggy grey hair that he had been born with. He wore tight fitting pants and a rather skimpy vest that left his wiry, lean muscles totally bare, and it was clear from the many daggers and pouches he had tucked inside the vest that he was some sort of nefarious character. Whether he was a thief, an assassin, a spy, or just a thug wasn't really important, but what was important was that he was soundly beating this poor girl at cards, winning every hand, one after the other and stripping the poor child of everything she had. She had been an easy mark from the moment she walked in. Pretty, young, well dressed, loud, obnoxious, clearly unfamiliar with the environment; this man invited her to a game of cards the moment she sat down on her perfectly peach-shaped little ass. She even won the first few games and earned some meager silver coins for it (which the man insisted was the whole of his wealth) so when he begged her to play another hand with higher stakes she couldn't refuse. One thing led to another and the girl found herself losing her money, her jewelry, her shoes, her dress, and now her bra. The only thing she had left was a tiny little thong of black lace that accentuated her ivory skin and voluptuous curves perfectly, and it was pretty obvious to everyone that she was about to lose that as well. This man was a card shark, she now understood, and he was making cheap sport of her.

Angrily she shuffled a new hand, dealing the cards herself. She had to win at least her dress back. Coming home late at night with no money was one thing, but how was she going to explain to daddy where her clothes went?

She looked at her hand and flashed a beautiful, victorious smile. "Ah ha! Finally!" she exclaimed, not understanding that in poker you shouldn't let your opponent know what a great hand you have. "Alright. If I win this one I want all my clothes back!"

The man made a whiny moaning sound, smiling mockingly at her. "Well, alright. But if you lose I get that teeny-weenie thong-bikini of yours."

"No way I'm going to lose. Read 'em and weep, bitch. All hearts! Flush! Now gimme my dress back you dirty old pervert!" She slammed her cards on the table so hard that one of her ripe breasts bounced up and briefly revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her erect, pink nipple.

The man licked his lips and smiled. "Sorry princess. Full house." The man revealed his cards. Three jacks, two aces, and another fucking king. To add insult to injury, the image of the king had the most obnoxious, perverted smile she had ever seen.

The young woman couldn't believe it. Her perfect eyebrows twitched in disbelief and tears started to swell in the corners of her eyes. She suddenly became away that everyone in this dirty, rotten, dangerous tavern was looking at her. A third of the bars patrons were criminals, a third sailors, and the other third prostitutes. Some of them weren't even human. Just two tables over a goblin sex-worker was being bounced up and down on that gigantic cock of a half-ogre pirate, which was insane, because his cock was bigger than her abdomen. This wasn't the right kind of environment for her, a pure blooded human from a rich, respected family. She had only come out tonight to have some fun, to have some drinks, see how the shittier half lived, and maybe fuck an orc or a black guy. But now she was being humiliated, and by a lazy looking rogue she wasn't even attracted to.

"The panties, princess," the rogue said twirling his fingers lecherously at her tight maidenhead. "Come on now. You don't want to cheat good honest folks like us, do you?"

The girl whimpered as she looked around. Everyone was eyeing her and grinning, some of them sharpening knives or polishing axes. They all looked as excited to see her perfect young pussy as the rogue was, even the women, who smiled cruelly as they remembered their own pristine youths. She was so terrified that she was about to pee herself. She was convinced that if she didn't continue to play the game that they would gang-rape her, filthy villains that they were. 

Swallowing her pride and holding back tears, she hooked her thumbs into the high-riding straps of her skimpy g-string and peeled it down her long, slender legs, flashing the entire tavern a mouthwatering view of her pink, puffy, precious little pussy. 

Sailors cheered and a werewolf howled, and even a prostitute or two blushed in envy, remembering a time when their own genitals didn't look like a bear's punching-bag. 

Bright red with embarrassment, the girl tossed her panties over to the rogue across the table, and he snatched them out of the air before taking a big whiff of them, rubbing the damp crotch all over his face.

"Your disgusting!" she cried.

"And you're delicious," he said, licking her panties with a long, lewd tongue, mocking her with his lazy eyes. "So what's it going to be, princess. Are you going to scamper home to daddy, naked and penniless, or would you like to play just . . . one . . . more . . . hand."

Her lips were trembling. "W-What if I win?"

He smiled wickedly. "You get your thong back, your bra back, your dress back, your shoes back, your money back, and maybe some of your dignity back as well, although I can't guarantee it."

"And if I lose?"

He smiled even more wickedly. "If you lose than you are going to come up to my room and have sex with me in any and every dirty, perverse, lewd, obscene, unnatural, humiliating, debasing, unhygienic, immoral, and illegal way I can think off."

The blonde beauty had to bite her puffy lower-lip to stop from screaming. The first of several tears fell down her high cheekbones, drawing little back streams of mascara with them. " . . . fine! One last hand!"

She sat down naked, shuffling the deck again even though she couldn't cover her breasts and handle the cards at the same time. She didn't care anymore. She was getting her clothes back and getting the fuck out of this shitty-ass shithole, and there was no fucking way she was going to even touch this dirty old loser.

She dealt the cards and checked her hand.

"Last chance to back out if you want," the rouge smiled. "I get you keep your delicates and you get to run home wearing nothing by that mascara. What's it going to be?"

She was shivering, but not from anger and shame anymore. She was shivering with excitement. She had a winning hand. 

"Ha! Finally! Straight Flush, you mutha-fucking bitch! You dirty piece of shit! You ugly, smelly, miserably old man! I win! I win! I-"

"Royal flush," the rogue said, placing his cards down on the table. "Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and a ten. All spades. You lose."

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"It's as easy as that Jonan," the rogue said to his roommate as he sat on his bed glistening with sweat and sexual fluids. The young lady he had just defeated was loudly slurping up and down on his average sized cock, working all six inches with a hateful reluctance that he couldn't help but enjoy. The two of them had just finished a three hour session of the most satisfying hate-sex the rogue had ever had in at least a month (he got hate-sex pretty regularly, because most women who had sex with him hated him), and now he was forcing the blonde brat (as per their agreement) to clean off every drop of his semen and her own vaginal fluids from his softening prick. But the young lady despite her grumpiness was delivering a much more enthusiastic blowjob than the rogue had been expecting, and he was starting to get hard again. 

"Excuse me one moment, friend," the rogue said to his roommate, panting heavily as his lithe chest started to pump. "This kitten is about to get some milk."

By the time the sex-dazed woman understood what he was referring to, it was too late to back off of his cock. His hands tightly gripped the sides of her head and he started to shake it back and forth, forcing the full length of his six inches in and out of her throat with incredibly speed. The woman had sucked more than a few cocks before (as the rogue guessed, she was a quite the little slut) but she had never let a man fuck her throat so violently like this. She started to gag, choke, sputter, and her slender hands beat at his chest in pathetic futility. 

"Aw, that's it. Nice and wet. Good little slut. I'm . . . I'm cumming!"

The rogue slammed her head down, causing her pretty blue eyes to bulge as his balls slapped against her chin. He came, and his cock was deep enough that the first blast went right into her stomach. He pulled out slightly, jabbing his cock against the insides of her cheeks and he filled her mouth with his seed. 

When the height of his climax ended she popped off of his cock and fell to the floor, gasping for air and retching up mouthfuls of salty semen. So much mascara was leaking down her face that her cheeks were black. The rogue wasn't quite done though, and he kicked her in her side to force her onto her back. He squatted over her, jacking ever last drop of cum from his spewing cock and splattering it across her face and quivering breasts. She scowled up at him, angry and humiliated, not just for the her rude treatment, but also at herself for allowing so many orgasms to quake her body. This rogue might have been a complete asshole and borderline rapist, but he knew what he was doing with that dick of his. 

"Good job, princess," the rogue huffed. "Here's your dress back." He grabbed her skimpy dress from where it hung across an old chair, but before he dropped it on to her sweaty body he used it like a filthy sex-rag, strongly wiping down his chest, stomach, and genitals with the expensive garment until it stank of perspiration and was crusty with protein. Once he was finished wiping off his cock with it he dropped on her tear-stained face, and subsequently forgot that she even existed.

"And that's how you do it Jonan," the rogue victorious declared to his roommate. "What better way is there to seduce a young beauty than this?"

Jonan chuckled as he finished off a large mug of ale. The rogue's roommate was a giant of a man, bulging with muscles and etched with scars. His long, dirty black hair hung down his shoulders and over his smoldering dark eyes. His only clothing was an incredibly thick, heavy belt of leather and metal plates that wrapped around his powerful midsection, the front portion of which featured a giant metal plate cast in the form of a demon's face. Studded leather straps fell from the belt and protected his genitals and some of his buttocks, but mostly he was naked except for his heavy iron gauntlets and steel-toed boots. Against the wall hung his weapon, an enormous double-headed battle-axe that was too heavy for most men to even lift, let alone swing with the speed of a mountain lion as Jonan did. 

"Impressive Jaeger," Jonan's deep voice boomed in praise of his roguish friend. "But I prefer to play the hunter rather than the trapper. Prey such as this should be brought down by brute strength rather than petty tricks."

"Tricks?" the buxom young debutante asked. "What tricks."

Jonan reached onto the bed and pulled up Jaeger's pants. He shook them and out of some hidden pockets fluttered a snowfall of playing cards. Aces, Kings, Jacks, and after them tumbled a pair of dice that fell with the 6 side up as if weighted down by magnets. 

"Jaeger was cheating," Jonan stated quite flatly.

The young woman gasped so deeply that she accidentally swallowed the rest of the spunk she had been trying to vomit. "You . . . you bastard!"

"Now, now. Calm down Alyssa," Jaeger said, acting very nonchalant despite having just been revealed for the trickster he was.

"My name is Alexandra! ALEXANDRA!!!" The girl grumbled and raged to herself as she stumbled around the room gathering up her clothes and possessions. "I'm Alexandra Maxima, of House Maxima, you filthy cretins. My father is captain of the king's crossbowmen, and when he hears about this-"

'Bla bla bla,' thought Jaeger. This bitch really did talk too much when she didn't have a dick in her mouth. He liked watching her heart-shaped ass wiggle as she looked for her underwear though, but other than that he ignored her.

"Well, my herculean comrade," Jaeger said to Jonan. "How exactly does and ugly brute such as yourself guide frivolous young maidens to bed without the use of a little misdirection and confidence." 

Jonan grunted deeply. "For one thing I don't usually go after women who don't want to be gone after, as you like to, but when I desire a woman's body I simply take it. Her consent doesn't need to be won over through trickery, because it isn't needed at all."

"Care to demonstrate?" Jaeger waved his hand at the prostrate and vulnerable Alexandra whose swollen, cum-packed pussy was completely undefended.

Jonan scowled. "I have no interest in your leavings. No. I'll return to the tavern's common-room for my hunt. Watch if you wish to learn something about being a real man."

Jonan walked out of the room and onto the second floor mezzanine which overlooked the tavern's main room and bar, his footsteps casing the wooden boards beneath his feet to creak worryingly. Jaeger figured his friend weighed at least 300 and some pounds, and all of it was muscle. Without bothering to get dressed Jaeger simply wrapped a small towel around his naked waist and followed the barbarian onto the mezzanine to watch his friend's interpretation of womanizing. 

The room was full of many attractive ladies of all shapes, sizes, and species. A slender little wood-elf with long red hair and amble freckled cleavage was stumbling around the floor asking for someone to buy her another drink, although she was clearly already drunk. An easy target. Jaeger would have been all over her had he not already spent his purse three times into Alyssa Marina's (or whatever her name was) young body. There was a tremendously busty female minotaur chugging a gallon of ale at the bar, her heavy udders literally dripping with milk. Jaeger figured Jonan would go for a beast like that, judging by what an earth-shatteringly large ass she had. There was a little goblin prostitute patrolling the floor, offering hand-jobs for a copper and blowjobs for a silver. Goblins were not the most attractive things to stick one's dick in, but they were the most deviant little sluts around, and Jaeger had enjoyed testing out many perverse tricks on them. There was even an especially beautiful woman with grayish blue skin in the corner sipping wine, but Jaeger knew enough about vampires to recognize her for what she was, and although a night with her was most certain to be exquisitely erotic for any man, it would also most certainly be his last. 

But then Jaeger noticed a new woman, one who had just walked in, and he just knew this would be the one. She was young, maybe about 25, tall, buxom, long-legged, and what little clothing she wore did nothing to cover her strong, lithe, muscular but feminine body. She wore a leather vest which held up her abundant young breasts, and her firm peach-shaped ass was split down the middle by a tight leather thong. She wore armored bracers and boots, and at her side hung a slender broadsword on a thin belt. She had a few scars and her brown hair was wildly disheveled, which told Jaeger that like Jonan she was most likely a barbarian of the northern mountains. This beautifully savage was walking around the floor, chatting up only the women, and Jaeger could overhear some of her conversation.

"Excuse me," she said. "I need your help. My friend's have been captured by a slaver and he's holding them to in some ruins to the east, the ruins of Shalaveer. Please, I have gold, and I'll let you keep whatever wealth the slaver has on him."

'A quest!' Jaeger thought. How exciting. Except something about the barbaric babe bothered him and set his conman-senses a tingle. For one thing, she was only asking for help from the female adventurer's in the room, and she seemed to pick out the ones who were most attractive and already in groups. Also, although her story was plausible enough (slavers came from the deserts to capture sex-slaves all the time), slavers were always on the move. Why would one set up shop in an old ruin, easily trapping himself for any group of knights sent to capture him? Furthermore, although the rugged girl delivered her speech with enough genuine emotion to seem sincere, she kept repeating the same story to everyone she spoke to, almost as if she were reciting a script. Jaeger was sure a deception of some sort was being played, but before he could voice his theory to Jonan the brute was already moving in for the kill. 

The barbarian girl was so distracted by her search for help that she turned right into Jonan's chest and slammed into him, her firm breasts smashing against his brick-wall of a chest. She was tall, almost six feet at least, but Jonan was a beast of seven feet, and his shoulders were twice as broad as the girl's curvy hips. She looked up at him with a shocked expression, perhaps intimidated by a man for the first time in a long time.

"Looking for help?" Jonan smirked down at her.

"I . . . um . . . not from you. Now Excuse me I have to-"

"I like you," Jonan said, moving a mere inch to completely block her path.

"Yeah. Well I don't like ugly shit heads like you. Now get out of my way before I . . . HEY!"

One of Jonan's massive hands came up and cupped one of her large tits, which despite being the size of a melon fit into Jonan's hand like a large apple. He squeezed, and her pliable flesh bulged from between his strong fingers. Then his other hand slipped down the front of her tight leather thong and he stroked the surface of her vaginal mound, pleased to find that it was already warm and a little wet. 

"You're strong," he admired. "I can feel the muscles bulging beneath your womanly fat. Good. I like strong women. The frail ones don't last long enough."

"I am strong!" the young woman roared. "Strong enough to rip off your cock and shove it up your-"

But before she could even finish her threat Jonan let go of her body, grabbed a heavy wooden stool, lifted it into the air, and then smashed it across her head.

SMASH!

Wooden shards flew across the room as the stool shattered, and Jonan was left holding the two wooden stubs that remained. The young beauty crumbled to the ground, her large breasts bouncing all the way, but they came to a jiggling halt as she fell on her chest. 




The Diadem of Domination 02



Joan chuckled to himself, amused at by his own flirtations, and he roughly grabbed the girl by her messy brown hair before literally dragging her along the floor and up the stairs. 

Everyone in the tavern was watching, stunned and aghast mostly, but one busty young barmaid leaned into her friend's ear and whispered a little too loudly "wouldn't mind being that bitch."

No one was going to intervene. In this part of town if you got raped it was your own fault for not being smarter, faster, stronger, or hooked up with the right people. 

As Jonan dragged the unconscious prize back to his room with a smug look on his face, he noticed Jaeger had his face in his palm, and seemed rather annoyed. 

"You know what?" Jaeger asked. "You have finally become a stereotype."

Jonan grunted. "And you're not? With all your little tricks and traps?"

"I prefer to think of myself as an archetype, rather than a stereotype."

Jonan shrugged his massive shoulders. "What's the difference?"

"I . . . well . . . archetypes are . . . and stereotypes . . . you see . . .," Jaeger went silent for a while. " . . . I have no idea."

Jonan chuckled again and easily tossed the girl's body onto his uncomfortable bed as if he were flinging a wet towel. Her flying body almost struck the half-naked Alexandra who squeaked in surprise and ducked just in time to avoid being struck in the face by a large pair of breasts.

"Who's that?" Alexandra asked, pointing towards the unconscious barbarian and revealing her bare breasts.     "Jonan's date," Jaeger answered, flinging off his towel and once again returning to full nudity. "It would seem that my friend here is quite the romantic."

Alexandra's porcelain face turned bright red with anger. "You two really are monsters." 

She made for the exit despite the fact that her cum-covered dress was only half-robed and hung around her waist like a sash, but Jaeger reached out and stronger grabbed her by one of her firm, ripe breasts. She mewed angrily but as his fingers started to tweak her nipple she melted in his arms, still aroused from the series of reluctant orgasm he had worked out of her young body.

"Hold on a second, princess," Jaeger said to his struggling prize. "I have an idea for another bet. Jonan, since we are clearly at an impasse in regards to which of us is the greater seducer of woman, perhaps you'd like to wager which of us the better lover?"

"I'm listening," Jonan said, unclasping his massive belt. 

"Whichever musician can provoke the greatest number of crescendos from his chosen instrument before his bow weakens is the victor." 

Jonan looked at his friend with a blank, confused expression.

"By musicians, I mean us. By crescendos, I mean orgasms. By instruments, I mean these ladies. By bows, I mean erections."

Jonan continued to stare blankly at his friend.

Jaeger sighed. "Whichever one of us can make his bitch cum more wins. Got it?"

"Oh. A fucking-contest," Jonan nodded. "Why didn't you say so?"

Jonan in that moment finally finished unclasping his massive belt, letting it drop to the floor with the weight of a full set of armor, and when Alexandra saw what the barbarian was packing she gasped. Jaeger tried not to look jealous but it was impossible not to, especially for a professional pussy-hound like himself. Jonan's battle-axe wasn't the only massive weapon he dragged around with him. His cock was gigantic, almost freakishly so. twelve inches long when it got hard, which is currently was, and as thick around as a lady's forearm, Jonan's gate-crasher had been built by the gods for destroying the pussies of giantesses and dragonesses, but for mortal women it was clearly overkill. His testicles hung heavily in his leathery scrotum, each the size of a lemon, and the pounding veins in his member were visible enough to reveal his heartbeat. 

The monstrous one eye-dragon was staring directly at the insensible woman's face, and it was the first thing she saw when she stirred from her unconsciousness. She moaned softly at first, touching her tender head, but then she saw the giant erect cock and gasped.

"Wha . . . wha . . . what the fuck is-"

But her words were shoved back down her throat with a watery choking sound as Jonan grabbed her messy hair and jammed his tremendous jaw-breaker right into her gullet.

Jonan gave his friend a cocky grin. "You're on. What're the stakes."

"If I win I want to pick our next adventure," Jaeger said. "I'm tired of hiking through mountains and risking our lives in far off ruins. I want to go some place civilized. I want to tour museums and libraries. I want to live in a metropolis or rent a flat in a booming port town, where music and joviality is a nightly affair, instead of spending night after night in a cold tent or a filthy tavern."

"You mean you want us to live amongst the wealthy so you can steal from them."

Jaeger shrugged. "Essentially." 

Alexandra was so wet that Jaeger could feel her dripping onto his thigh, but she still tried to struggle free. "Hey! I don't want to be part of this stupid contest!"

Jaeger chuckled. "Good. Neither does she, which makes the game more balanced."

The tall rouge easily flung the buxom girl onto his bed, which was already damp with three hours of heavy lovemaking. She tried to kick him but he caught her foot and twisted it away, right before diving down and slurping up the juicy folds of her tight young pussy. Instantly she melted like butter, and her angry growls turned to submissive moans. Jaeger was sure he was going to win, since it seemed Jonan had missed the point of the game. What woman in the world enjoyed being asphyxiated to death by a giant monster cock? No, Jaeger was going to play it smart. Jaeger knew you got the most coin from a vault by delicately picking it open and cleaning it out, not by bashing down the gate. This game was about Alexandra's pleasure, whether the stupid slut wanted it or not.

Also, he was cheating.

Jaeger had hidden on his person at all time a slew of special needles, some tainted with poison, and others with a powerful aphrodisiac. As he devoured Alexandra's pussy and teased her little asshole, he also started poking her with a poisoned needle, slowly filling her blood with the sexual drug. Within seconds she couldn't even feel the needle-pricks anymore. All she could feel was hot, excruciating pleasure. 

Jaeger was going to win.

#####

Jaeger lost.

In a sense, Jonan lost too, although his partner did peak the most times.

Things had been going great for Jaeger at first. Alexandra was being very responsive and she squirted in his face not ten seconds after her began his oral assault on her little sexual amphitheater, largely because she was already stimulated by their previous fucking, and because her was using his aphrodisiac tainted needles. This time she was actually enjoying it though, because this time Jaeger fucked her the way he knew women enjoyed to be fucked: slow, clean and tender; rather than the way he preferred sex: fast, dirty, and somewhat violent. 

When he entered her he grinded his cock inside her slowly, gently, going in little circles so the rough bristles of his trimmed pubic hair would tickle her clitoris, and he massaged her breasts with firm but reassuring hands. He'd kiss her as well, the soft, messy kind that was all tongue and lip, and that made little smacking sounds every time one of them pulled away. 

For Alexandra this was perfection. She was practically pissing herself with cum and literally crying with a powerful feeling of sexual catharsis. She looked at the rapist rogue in an entirely new light, suddenly seeing him for the erotic champion that he was, and she loved him for it. She was so grateful for the sensations in her body that she would have gladly sucked his cock like a cum-hungry slut right then, but his orgasms meant nothing for the game, so he kept pushing her back down and sent her further and further into a delirious spiral of pleasure. This was the best, most intense sex she ever had. 

Jaeger on the other hand was bored. He had never gone this long without slapping a woman across her face, or without jamming his cock up her ass without warning. There had been no spanking, no spitting, no pinching, no choking, no bondage, no props, no tools, and no fun. It was taking every ounce of willpower he had just to stay erect. 

Jaeger had been happy with the result though, because his tactic was working and the young nymph Alexandra was devolving into a mindless orgasm-machine, but when he heard Jonan's bed-frame shatter he knew that he was about to lose. 

Jonan and started by skull-fucking his poor capture with his behemoth penis, which Jaeger assumed would do nothing to arouse the unwilling girl, but he had been wrong. As soon as Jonan pumped his first gargantuan load of cum down the girl's battered throat the brutish barbarian knew he had caught a rare one, because the girl swallowed it all down without losing a single salty drop. She didn't choke, she didn't gag, she just chugged. When he pulled out, his cock slid free with a loud 'POP,' and was almost as dry as it was when it had gone in. The wild girl was looking up at him, licking her lips, hungry for more. 

What followed was the most exhausting, challenging, and in some ways humiliating night of Jonan's life. Most woman screamed when he entered them, some cried, and more than one had even been left crippled by his hip-shattering thrusts, but this woman took is cock like a veteran whore swallowing a young man. There was no resistance, no stretching, but there was plenty of lubricant. Despite the fact that the girl had a slender waist and tight, athletic thighs, her pussy was as juicy and warm as a melon left out in the sun, and even when Jonan's balls slapped against her muscular buttocks all she did was giggle. Jonan had never heard a woman giggle before. He had heard them weep, but never giggle. 

The barbarian fucked her into the bed like he was trying to break it (which he did) but all that earned him was an wet, pleasant orgasm from the moaning girl, who wasn't fazed at all by being fucked through several planks of wood. Jonan lifted her up and slammed her back against the wall, plunging is cock in and out of her with power enough to shatter a woman's spine, but even as the wall began to crack and the glass in the nearby window shattered the woman just moaned, giggled, and came again. 

"I . . . I have to admit," the barbaric girl gasped between climaxes, smiling brightly. "You're much better than I was expecting. I didn't even think you'd be man enough to bed me, let alone make me feel something." She bit her lip as a small rapture tingled through her skin. "Not bad . . . for a little guy. You're actually kinda cute too."

She came. She came a lot, each orgasm following the other in such rapid succession that Jonan couldn't differentiate between them, but he didn't care. He had forgotten about the bet. This was a matter of pride now. He was not going to let this young little hill girl giggle and laugh at him. Jonan was accustomed to being feared, respected, revered. He was not 'cute.'

But as hard as he fucked her, she fucked him back even harder, her pussy shifting between so loose he could barely feel the sides, to so tight his cock nearly snapped. Her hips slapped against his groin so hard his balls hurt, and for the first time in a long time her was brought to orgasm against his own will, and his knees shook with a unexpected wave of powerlessness. He fell backwards unto the broken bed, smashing his head against the nightstand, the woman continued to ride him as a demon rides a wild horse, clawing at his muscular chest until she drew blood. 

For the first time in his entire life, Joan finished before his lover did, and his cock started to soften. 

The barbaric nympho was in the middle of an orgasm when she noticed his cock deflating, and she quickly shifted from mild pleasure to seething anger. She spat on his face and stood up, her pussy slurping his cock dry as she went. 

"Pathetic," she whispered, standing over him with her hands on her muscular thighs. "Just pathetic. Although, you may actually be the second best lover I've ever had, but the distance between you and my champion is further than you'll ever be able to cross." 

She left Joan gasping on the floor and sauntered over to where Jaeger was gently teasing Alexandra's anus with the tip of his tongue "I want a turn."

Jaeger blinked up from his girl's perky buttocks. "Oh! Well . . . alright. I suppose I can handle two girls-"

"No," the barbarian corrected. "I want a turn with HER."

Then the raging brunette flung Jaeger aside and mounted the shivering slut, the hot lips of their pussies almost sizzling against one another. Alexandra's big blue eyes were wide with shook as she watched the other woman's firm breasts roll over her own, their nipples gently grazing one another.

"But . . . but I'm not into girls," Alexandra protested. 

The older girl laughed arrogantly. "Give me five minutes."

And so, the real winner of that match was the nameless barbarian girl. In the several hours that followed she pushed young Alexandra and herself through so many screaming, whimpering orgasms that both Jonan and Jaeger feel asleep before it was over, even though both of them were pathetically entranced by the sight of the rough savage exploiting every delicate fold of the city-girl's voluptuous body, and both of them beat themselves off more than once before falling asleep.

#####

When Jaeger awoke he was laying on the floor, naked and coated with dried sex, just where that nameless bitch from the night before had left him. Jonan was gone, but he wasn't alone in the room. Alexandra was sorting through the rubble, looking for something. She was fully dressed as well, and from the way the sunlight shone of her smooth, flawless skin it seemed that she was freshly bathed. She was wearing new clothes though, implying that she had gone home and come back in the time he was asleep. Her long blonde hair was tied up into a tight ponytail, and her large breasts were held down with a flattering hunting-bodice that left her arms and midsection exposed. Her pants were the tightest leather leggings Jaeger had ever seen, seemingly painted onto her body. Across her back was slung a swerving, elegant crossbow with a mechanical crank built into the stock. 

"Here we go," she said to herself as she picked up Jaeger's coin purse, the one heavy with all the money he had cheated from her.

"Hey," he grunted. "That's still mine."

"Is it now?" she smirked, spinning around and stomping the heel of her leather boot onto is unprotected genitals. Jaeger groaned and rolled into a ball, clutching his quickly swelling nuts. "Sorry loser, but if I'm going on a quest I'll need some funds, and I couldn't ask daddy for any money without explaining where I had been all night."      "Q-quest?"

"With Val. You know Val. She's that badass hottie who fucked me last night, the one who fucked you big butt-buddy like he was a little bitch, the one who fucked me better than your limp little dick ever could. I'm going to go help her save her friends from that slaver hiding out in Shalaveer. When I get back I'll be such a hero that daddy won't even think to ask me about what went on last night."

Jaeger tried to stand up, but Alexandra placed her foot on his chest and pushed him back down. He laughed dryly. "What's a slut like you going to do on a quest? Act as bait?"

"I'm a lot better with this crossbow than you'd guess," she said patting the butt of her weapon. "You can't be the daughter of the king's champion marksman without picking up a thing or two, which you'll find out if I see you again. I can castrate a flying bat from a hundred meters away . . . at night . . . with my eyes closed. Imagine what I could do to you?"

And with that disturbing image in Jaeger's mind, he watched Alexandra's scrumptious ass sway over his face as she literal walked over him and left the room.

#####

Jaeger wrapped a towel around his waist and walked down to the tavern's common bathing area, which was little more than a muddy yard filled with a large iron tub for boiling water in. The bather's collected the water into individual buckets and cleaned themselves using rags and sponges. 

Jaeger found Jonan in the middle of the yard buck naked and scrubbing his muscular colossus of a body down with scalding hot sponges, showing no discomfort as the boiling water washed over his scarred skin. Everyone in the yard was watching him, paying specific attention to his gigantic, swaying cock. One lewd looking barmaid was bending over her tub and slowly scrubbing her crotch, obviously trying to provoke Jonan's interest, but he barely even noticed her. He looked frustrated and angry, but Jaeger knew that he really just felt embarrassed. 

"Hell of a night last night," Jaeger said, throwing off his own towel, jealous to see that none of the bathing ladies bothered to look at him.

Jonan grunted. 

"So what now for us, my recently humbled friend? Should we travel west to the cities of the emerald seas, where the casinos are grander than the castles and the streets team with prostitutes. How about we go south and take a ship to-"

"We're going east," Jonan interrupted. 

"East," Jaeger blinked. "Why east?" 

"Because that's where Shalaveer is."

Jaeger's slapped his palm up into his own face. "Oh, Jonan. Please don't tell me you've become smitten with that-"

"I won our bet," Jonan interrupted again.

"Excuce me?"

"Fifteen to your seven. That girl climaxed fifteen times with me. Yours only came seven times. I counted."

Jaeger groaned and thought about trying to back out of the contest, perhaps by pointing out that both women had experienced the most orgasms in each other's arms, rather than with either man. But the wily rogue took one look at his friend and new from the granite facade of his face that Jonan was already decided, and once Jonan decided upon doing something he did it, as many poor maidens learned the hard way . . . up their pussies. 

"Fine," Jaeger said. "East it is."

Jonan smiled. 

#####

It actually wasn't that long after Jaeger and Jonan left the city that they came upon Alexandra Maxima and Val again. After hiking for a day down a rarely used unpaved road that cut through a swampy forest to the east, the adventurous were alerted to danger by the sounds of hellish, unnatural screaming. They ran around the next bend, and past the moss-covered trees they say the two attractive women fighting for their lives. 

Dozens of hairy, semi-sapient figures darted around them, wielding crude daggers and axes. They were satyrs, vile little beastmen with the torsos of men but the hindquarters and horns of goats. The air was also filled with swirling red shapes, harpies, creatures with the wings and talons of deadly raptors but the torsos and faces of strangely lovely women.

"What have you done with our queen?" one of the satyrs yelled, a surprisingly handsome one with a clean-shaven face. Unlike the other satyrs he wore some armor and on his head was a simply golden crown. "What have you done with my wife?"

The satyr-king lashed out with his sword at Val, but the buxom barbarian blocked it with her sword and gracefully twisted away, negating the impact of the blow, and in the same move she decapitated the next satyr over, and then kicked a third in its tremendous testicles so hard that a loud 'CRUNCH' could be heard. 

"And ours!" the harpies screeched. "Where is our brood mother?"

One of the harpies came down at Val with its giant talons stretched open, ready to shred her flesh into pieces, but the harpy went down as a crossbow bolt sunk into her shapely breasts and punctured her heart. Right after that another two harpies fell out of the sky, one crossbow bolt killing both as it ran through the first and landed in the second's spine. 




The Diadem of Domination 02



Jaeger was quite impressed to see that Alexandra in fact was a master marksman, and a capable fighter. A satyr leapt at her with an axe, and she kicked him in the face with a graceful spin. He was stunned by not knocked-out, so Alexandra hopped onto his shoulders, her crotch pressing against his face, and they tumbled to the ground together. The stunning young blonde then flexed her juicy buttocks at just the right angle, and the satyrs neck snapped like a twig. While she was still on the ground another harpy dove at her, but she quickly cranked her crossbow back and loaded another bolt and then shot the avian bitch through the eyes, causing it's head to explode on the other side. 

"Maybe we should help them," Jaeger said, only somewhat sarcastically. It seemed like they were doing fine on their own, and Jaeger enjoyed his own life to much to risk it for the sake of a woman he had already had sex with, but Jonan took the lead and charged into combat, waving his massive battle-axe around his head with such force that it created a miniature windstorm. Jaeger shrugged his shoulders and followed. 

Jonan cut down three satyrs in one massive swing, slicing tem into six pieces, and on his up-swing he knocked a harpy out of the air and sent in swirling to the ground with two broken wings. Two more harpies dove at him with open claws, and Jonan knew he didn't have time to build up for another swing, so instead he ducked slightly. Jaeger was there, running up his back and leaping off his shoulders. Two daggers sprung free from his vest and plunged into each harpy's chest, and he impaled them to the ground as they fell. Jaeger dodged a satyr's attack and rolled, dropping a smoke-bomb as he did so. In the resulting smoky darkness he quickly slit the throats of two satyrs and managed to give Alexandra's perky little ass a nice slap.

"Hey!" Alexandra squealed, holding her butt.   "Nice to see you again," Jaeger said to her. "Maybe after I save you, you'll be so grateful that I'll get to feel that wet little mouth of yours on my-WOAH!"

Suddenly the world went spinning as Jaeger's feet left the ground, the sky and earth tumbling over one another. He could feel two large wings beating against his arms, and when he looked up his vision was filled with naked chest of a young nubile girl. A harpy had grabbed on to him and was lifting him into the air, flying away with him like a mouse caught by a hawk. Luckily this particular harpy looked quite young, and she didn't have the strength to carry a full grown man very far. She dropped him, and Jaeger fell into a dense cluster of trees, his body smashing through a dozen mossy limbs before coming to a rest in a muddle pile of leaves. 

Jaeger groaned as he tried to sit up, but he found himself looking into the eyes of the satyr-king.

"Were is my wife?" the king growled, pressing the tip of his blade into Jaeger's neck. A small drop of blood stained the point. 

Jaeger couldn't take his eyes off of the king's blade. He put his hands up in surrender. "Sir, I have never had the honor of meeting you wife or of ever being aware of your existence, but I am most certain that she is beautiful and honorable and would never-"

"Silence fool, and don't lie to me! My wife and the Harpy Queen both joined your companion on a quest to Shalaveer, and neither have been seen since! What have you and that barbarian bitch done with them!"

Jaeger really didn't have an answer to that, but he was sure that admitting so would get him killed. "Perhaps they . . . I . . . were they captured by the slaver? If so and my friend and I are questing to rescue them, as well as the other women taken into bondage. You should join forces with us."

The satyr-king looked confused. "Slaver? What slaver? That human told my wife that the ruins of Shalaveer held-"

SNAP!

Val's hands moved so quickly that Jaeger barely saw them, and in the blink of a moment the satyr-king's neck was twisted so far around that he was looking in the other direction. The beastman slumped to the ground, dead, his crown and sword rolling into the mud.

Jaeger breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked up into Val's eyes and saw her ice-cold rage he felt more in danger than ever before. Her near-naked body was glistening with sweat and blood, and she was breathing so hard that her breasts looked ready to burst out of her tight vest. She leaned over, filling his vision with her firm cleavage, and snarled. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked. 

Jaeger shrugged. "Rescuing you?"

#####

"You can't come with us," Alexandra said as she stuffed another bite of apple into her mouth. Her words were slurred as she chewed with her mouth open, her lips overflowing with sweet juice. "Val already explained it all to me. This slaver guy (munch, munch) has got this magic thing that can control the mind of men (munch). If anything with a dick gets close to him it'll instantly become as mindless slave. That's why only us girls can go (munch munch)."

The four adventurers sat around a fire roasting trout and eating food. Val and Alexandra were eating apples, bread, and cheese because they had the forethought to bring food with them. Jonan and Jaeger had hit the road so quickly that they had neglected to bring anything, so they were left with the fish they caught and what sour berries they could gather.

"You don't say," Jaeger said with a cocked eyebrow. That story sounded rather unbelievable. What would a slaver be doing with such a powerful artifact, if such a thing really existed, and why would he use it for slaving women if all it controlled was men? It seemed to Jaeger that Val was just a jealous lesbian who wanted a party of young attractive sluts to quest with her, which Jaeger respected. But something else was bothering him.

"Hey," the bruised rogue said to the barbaric girl. "That satyr-king said that his wife went with you to Shalaveer already. What was that about?"

Val stared into the fire for a moment, her fingers clenching so hard that her knuckles went white. "My last attempt to rescue my friends failed. When the slaver took them I first sought help from forces I thought his equal, so I went to the beast-queens and the monstresses. The Satyr Queen and the harpies' brood mother both agreed to help, but we failed, and both were taken as slaves. I suppose their families weren't happy about my failure, and blame me for their queens' enslavement."

Jaeger still wasn't convinced. "But the satyr-king didn't seem to know anything about the slaver."

Val's jaw moved a bit, as if biting her tongue. "I lied to them. I told them the ruins held an artifact that would make them powerful enough to oppose the humans who have been encroaching on their forest, which was mostly true."

"Because of the slaver's magical weapon?"

"Yes," Val whispered. "The Diadem of Domination."

Jaeger wanted to ask more, but Val stood up and moved towards her tent, swaying her thong-clad ass with hypnotic grace. "I'm going to bed. Alexandra," she turned back to her companion, "are you coming?" she asked, licking her lips.

Alexandra jumped up and almost tripped as she raced after Val, shrugging off her tight clothes as she went. "YES! I'm cumming . . . . I mean . . . I am coming."

Val had setup her tent a ways off, but even from that distance it wasn't long before Jaeger and Jonan could hear the aroused moaning of the two woman as the wrestled each other in their shared sleeping bag. Both of the boys were so aroused by the hot moans and feminine squeals they were hearing that they both whipped out their fully erect cocks and began to beat off, but they looked in other directions, just so it wouldn't be awkward.

"Hey Jonan," Jaeger whispered while stroking his shaft.

Jonan grunted. "Don't talk to me while I'm masturbating."

But Jaeger ignored him. "You see, the thing is, I don't think I trust Val. I mean, I can't honestly believe that something like the Diadem of Domination exists, and I noticed back at the tavern that she only requested the aid of the attractive female adventurous present. Even if she could only comprise her party of women, wouldn't she at least seek them out based on other criteria, like, I don't know, actual skill? Alexandra turned out to be quite the talented crossbowman, but I think that was as much a surprise to Val as it was to us."

"Don't talk to me while I'm masturbating."

"And another thing, those monsters from earlier seemed to recognize Val quite explicitly, and yet the story she told the satyr-king doesn't match the story she told us."

"Don't talk to me while I'm-"

"Even if we believe she's telling the truth to us now, that still means she lied before, and as a veteran liar I can tell you that every lie uncovered tends to have more lies hiding under it."

"Don't-"

"And there was her performance the other night. Have you ever been fucked that hard by a woman? Ever? Surely a body like hers can only be the result of the most extreme and constant conditioning imaginable. And she mentioned having a lover more fierce than you. Who could such a person be, and do they have something to do with all of this?"

"Do-"

"And another thing-"

But this time Jaeger was interrupted as a piercing, orgasmic scream from Alexandra echoed through the night, a sexual howl so arousing that it seemed to send physical sensations through the men's bodies, pushing them both to suddenly bust. Jaeger lost control of his spurting snake and it spat it's milky poison all over his lithe chest. Jonan's eruption was even more dramatic, his cock loudly squirting thick rope after rope of semen several feet into the air, much of it landing across the corpse of a dead harpy nearby. 

When both men finished their orgasms they tucked their softening meat away, and went to bed without saying anything else to one another.  

#####

"The Ruins of Shalaveer," Val said, sounding remorseful but at the same time there was an erotic quiver in her voice. "Gods, I am really starting to hate this place."

Once the party cleared the swampy forests they came to the base of a cold, rocky mountain, at whose steps rested a fallen maze-work of marble columns and gleaming white temples. Marble statues of naked elven warriors and gods were littered about the ruins, some missing arms, others heads, and some having been recently decorated with the ejaculate of wandering degenerates who found the sumptuous curves of the elven marble arousing.

"I guess this is where we spilt," Alexandra said, cocking her crossbow. "I mean, you guys know what's going to happen if you get to close to the slaver while he has the Diadem of Domination. He'll take control of you."

Jaeger wasn't so sure. He eyed Val suspiciously, or he at least stared at her round thong-clad ass suspiciously. "Sure," he eventually said. "We'll hang back. But if you need us, just let out a scream. I know you're good at that."

Alexandra groaned and rolled her eyes. Val took her by the hand and led them both into the labyrinthine ruins, but before she entered she passed by Jonan, who was leaning against the marble-work like a living stature of solid bronze. The sexual tension between them was so heavy that Jaeger and Alexandra felt like slouching. A brief look of rivalry passed between the amorous barbarians, and Val feeling confident that she was the victor, smirked and passed him by. Jonan was holding a piece of marble in his hand, and as her watched Val's ass sway away he crushed it into powder.

"Arrogant bitch," Jonan growled to Jaeger after the girls had left. "Gods, I want to destroy her."

"You might get the chance," Jaeger said. "We're following them. Val is lying about something."

#####

Jaeger was a talented thief and acrobat, who could scale the side of a building just as easily as he could walk down a street, so slipping through the shadows and dead alleys of the ruins was no challenge for him. Luckily Jonan wasn't an incompetent sneak, if not a natural one. His tribesman understood the advantage of a stealthy approach, and so he had learned to run up and down hillsides in full armor without making a sound. Thanks to their subtlety they managed to follow the echoing sounds of women talking deep into the ruins, but the party they came upon was not that of Val and Alexandra, but of an entirely new group of beautiful adventurers. 

The leader was a stunningly beautiful woman of exotic flavor, dark skinned and tall with large breasts and motherly hips. Her hair was a dark shade of purple, and her eyes were like bright purple amethysts. The clothing she wore was scanty and provocative, being little more than a few wisps of silk that hung diagonally across her erect, chocolate nipples and hid her vagina behind a small strip that vanished into the cleavage of her mesmerizing buttocks. She wore skimpy sandals and several dozen pieces of golden jewelry, mostly bracelets and chains of coins that hung cross her swaying hips. 

The party she was leading was made up of three woman, sisters by the look of them, and all elves. They were all rather short but still busty, and they were rather roundly built for elves. Each had freckles and red hair styled differently, the tallest with a single long braid, the second with two braids, and the third with wild curls. They carried bows and daggers, and their clothing was nothing but fresh green leaves that covered their breasts and genitals but left their smooth stomachs and arched backs bare. 

"Delilah, why would a slaver hide out in elven ruins?" the oldest elf-girl said to the dark beauty.

"Maybe because he doesn't like caves," the sensual woman answered, sounding rather bored.  

"And why would he stay here?" the second oldest said. "All the slave-markets are a hundred miles south of here."

"Maybe he's thinking of expanding his trade," Delilah answered, sighing loudly. 

"And if he really has a magical treasure like the Diadem of Domination," the third asked, "why wouldn't he use it to build an army?"

"Maybe he'd rather have a harem of fresh pussy than a horde of violent dicks."

The elves stopped. "But . . . you said the Diadem only controls men."

Delilah's eyes went wide for a moment, knowing she had been caught in a lie. "Um . . . well . . ."

"I knew she was lying!" the oldest elf-girl said, knocking an arrow into her bow. "This is some kind of trap! I bet she's working with this slaver! I bet-"

The dark skinned woman moved so quickly that Jaeger barely even saw her move, she just disappeared and then reappeared right in front of the oldest elf, the one who had raised her bow. Delilah was already so close that the bow was useless. In fact, she was so close their breasts were touching, and although Delilah had no weapons Jaeger could see her making magical gestures with her hands.

"Clever girl," Delilah whispered into the shocked girl's pointed ears. "Too bad Daddy Kor hates clever girls."

Delilah's hands came up and cupped the tall elf's breasts, and suddenly it was if a blue bolt of lightning travelled from the dark skinned woman into the redhead's body. Delilah was totally unaffected by the arcane electricity, but the elf girl was being fried half to death. Her hair stood on head, her large eyes bulged to the point of bursting, and she screamed.

There was an electrical explosion and her smoking body went flying, unconscious and scorched naked as the vegetation-clothing she wore caught fire.

"Sarlia!" the second oldest elf screamed, terrified at witnessing her sister's attack. "Bitch! I'll gut you like a fish!" 

The elf-girl withdrew her daggers and attacked, slashing at Delilah, but the exotix woman was too fast and too graceful. She ducked down and elegantly spun on her heel, launching her other foot up straight into the sky, and right into the elf's chin. She strike was so precise that the ruins echoed with a loud 'CRACK,' and the elf literally left the ground. 

While still airborne, Delilah slipped behind the elf like an eel, and grabbed onto her shoulders, right before slamming her headfirst into the ground with a brutal piledriver. The girl collapsed to the ground, unconscious and twitching with pain. Delilah then stomped the hard heel of her sandal into the lower part of the girl's back, causing spit to fly from the senseless girl's mouth as the air was knocked out of her. 

Delilah turned to the third elf, swaying her big ass with saucy arrogance and smirking like a hungry cat. The youngest elf was shivering and crying, petrified from witnessing her two older sisters being dispatched so mercilessly. She was too scared to attack or even scream, and between her shivering legs trickled a little stream of urine as she pissed herself.

She turned to run, but Delilah caught her instantly.

"Not so fast, you little slut!"

Delilah grabbed the little girl's waist and then lifted her into the air. Delilah extended her knee out, lie a runner taking position at the start of a race, and then she slammed the little elf's crotch right onto her extended knee. The sound of the girl's little pussy being crushed was like a peach being hit by a mallet, and The pain was so intense the girl couldn't even scream. She just whimpered pathetically and wiggled slightly, her tongue flopping out of her hanging jaw. Delilah let her go, and the little girl, slipped off her knee and collapsed into the dust. 

"Well," Delilah said, brushing off her shoulders. "I don't think Kor will mind some damaged goods. Triplets are a rare find."

"Wow," another woman said, her voice coming from an alleyway in the ruins. "You are really starting to suck at this." 

Jaeger and Jonan instantly recognized the voice. It was Val. Her busty young body sauntered out of the nearest alleyway, hands on her hips and looking rather upset to see Delilah. 

"Excuse me, young slut," Delilah said, swaggering her own hips and thrusting out her larger breasts when she saw Val, trying to take a dominant pose. "Who was it that brought you and your little pussy-licking midget into Kor's harem? And look at what I've caught this time, triplets! Elven triplets! Oh, Daddy is going to love me so much for this."

"Quality over quantity, bitch," Val said, flexing the sexy muscles in her stomach to emphasize how different her body was from the juicy curves of Delilah. "These three are weak. Look out how quickly you broke them. Daddy Kor would probably kill that youngest one with a single stroke. I managed to at least catch a warrior, a woman strong enough to survive and maybe even enjoy a good hard fucking, and she's a woman of rare breeding also. You know how Daddy loves ruining an aristocratic pussy."

"I know," Delilah said, groping her own breasts. "I am one. Unlike you, you filthy inbred hill-spawn."

It seemed that the woman were ready to come to blows, but they were both interrupted by a booming, thunderous voice that Jaeger could feel echoing in his ribcage. It was a voice so powerful that even Jonan reacted like a deer having heard a hunter's footstep.  

"I AM DISAPPOINTED IN YOU BOTH!" the voice boomed. Out of the shadows of a nearby temple emerged a massive shape, a hulking behemoth of masculine terror and primordial dominance. Bulging with muscle and glowing with a thick sheen of sweat, the shape was that of a perfect human man, only his face had a disturbingly square jaw with two pronounced tusks jutting from his mouth. This detail alone was enough to reveal that he was part ogre, but also part man. 

Slapped against the half-ogre's chest was the shape of a woman, a naked woman dripping with seat and gasping for breath. Although adult and fully developed, the woman looked in his arms like a child, and her legs wrapped around his muscular waist barely made it all the way around. He was barely holding the woman against him, but she stayed hanging up against his pectorals, because she (to the men's horror) was impaled on the largest, fattest cock that either Jaeger or Jonan had ever seen.




The Diadem of Domination 02



As the beast drew closer, walking down the temple steps with giant footfalls, Jaeger and Jonan recognized the gasping woman impaled to his cock. 

"Alexandra," they both whispered. 

"I am disappointed with both of your most recent tributes," the beast said to the two women. "Val is right about you Delilah. You have been so desperate to fill my harem with the most concubines that you have gone after impressionable, gullible, and talentless young virgins."

Delilah bit her lip to stop from crying, as two bright tears rolled out of her purple eyes. Val looked back at her rival and smirked dominantly. 

"And you," the half-ogre roared at Val. "You've been too picky. You bring me one girl for every seven that Delilah brings me, and although I enjoy the challenge of breaking a willful whore, your recent acquisitions have been lacking. Take this one for example," he said as he grabbed Alexandra's waist with one massive hand, pulling her off of his cock like she was just a fleshy sheathe for it. A bucket's worth of cum oozed from her vagina and onto the broken marble ground. The cock that sprang free was like nothing Jaeger had ever seen before. Eighteen inches long and as thick as a child's torso, it was truly a horrifying spectacle of nature. "Neither a virgin nor a talented slattern. Attractive but not truly beautiful. Strong but not resilient. This bitch is mediocre at best." He tossed Alexandra aside and her body slapped against a hunk of marble like a wet towel, gushing semen from her every hole, and she slipped to the ground unconscious. "Frankly bitches, I'm bored. I'm beginning to wonder if either of you even love me at all."

Val got on her knees, shivering with humiliation at her master's scolding. "Daddy, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad with me. I do love you. I'd do anything for you. You're the best I've ever had. The best, the biggest, the meanest, most badass mother-fucker whose ever taken me to bed. No one has ever even come close to you. Not ever! Not even once! The last man I slept with was like a little boy compared to you. He might as well have been fucking me with his pinky-finger his cock was so pathetically inadequate to my needs. Compared to you, he was a sniveling, wimpy, limp little bitch."

Jaeger snickered in his hiding place. "Wow Jonan. you sure do leave a lasting impression on the ladies. Jonan? . . . Jonan?" Jaeger looked around, but to his shock his best friend was gone. Too late her realized that the brutish barbarian was walking into the open, right in front of the kneeling Val, dragging his massive battle-axe with him.

"You won't be saying that when I take you this time," Jonan growled down at the stunned Val. Her jaw was hanging open so far that even Kor's cock would have slipped in easily. "I'm going to fuck you so hard your mother will be screaming my name." 

"Who . . who the fuck is this?" Kor boomed. "Val! Did you bring another man here!"

"I . . . I . . please don't be mad Daddy," Val stuttered. "He . . . he just followed me and-"

"Shut the fuck up and kill him!" Kor commanded. "We'll talk about it after."

Val roared and attacked Jonan, her slender sword slashing from her belt like a flash of lightning, but the barbaric champion was quick enough and he blocked the blow with the shaft of his axe, causing sparks to fly from the impact. 

Delilah attacked as well. She was chanting a spell under her breath, and in the palm of her hands a spinning ball of fire started to form. Jaeger quickly leapt from the shadows, ran up the side of a building, and from that height delivered a flying kick right into Delilah's face. He hit her, but she saw him at the last second and gracefully spun with the impact, minimizing the damage although she did tumble to the ground.

"Another one!" Kor roared. "You bring me one mediocre concubine and two men! Val! What is wrong with you!"

"Daddy, I-"

THUD!

Val was so distracted that Jonan was able to strike her in the gut with a sudden knee-strike. The impact was enough to lift her in the air and send her flying a few meters backwards, but her abdominals were like a steel breastplate, and she landed on feet. She looked up and Jonan with pure, feral rage. 

Delilah wiped her puffy, cock-cucking lips with her thumb, and when she saw blood coming from the spot Jaeger kicked her she looked infuriated. "I'm going to roast you from the inside out," she said to the rugged rouge. "I'm going to fuck you up the ass with a fireball. I'm going to let a poisonous viper suck your dick. When I'm done with you, Hell is going to feel like a relief, because there is nothing that the Devil can do to you that is worse than what I can."

Jaeger smirked, but only to mask his real sense of fear and danger. This bitch was obviously a capable fighter and a powerful sorceress. He withdrew a dagger from his vest and stood back-to-back with his friend Jonan.

"Well buddy," Jaeger said. "It's another fine mess you've gotten us into."

"What are you talking about?" Jonan asked, hefting up his giant axe. "This all started because of your stupid bet."

"How about another bet?" Jaeger suggested. "Whichever of us gets us out of this alive gets to pick our next adventure."

"And if we both die?"

"The last one to die gets to pick which afterlife we go to."

Jonan chuckled morbidly. "Fair enough."

#####

Jonan and Jaeger had been in many battles together, and all under many different circumstances, but whether it was escaping from the inescapable sex-dungeon of Queen Domina, battling their way through a werewolf infested forest, or kidnapping the lovely Princess Rupina from her evil stepmother, Jonan and Jaeger had always managed to skirt death by the skin of their teeth thanks to one thing: teamwork.

Unfortunately, Val and Delilah had some pretty powerful teamwork as well. Despite being obvious rivals seething with jealousy and hatred for one another, they both knew how to fight, and they knew how to back each other up. 

When Val was attacking Jonan, her inferior strength left her at a severe disadvantage, until Delilah enchanted Val's sword with a wind-spirit, causing it to slash and stab faster than Jonan could follow. Within minutes he was bleeding from a dozen small wounds. None of them were fatal, but she was wearing him down, and it only took one well placed puncture to bring down even the mightiest of giants.

Delilah was relying mostly on her spell casting, which left her open and vulnerable when summoning a spell. Jaeger tried to use these moments to finish her, whether by stabbing her in the back and striking her with a poison-needle, but his every blow would be deflected by Val. He'd attack Val instead, but she'd just dodge him and he'd have to dodge whatever lightning-bolt or fireball Delilah threw at him.

All the while the half-ogre Kor sat on a marble thrown stroking his massive cock as he watched the two nearly naked women whipping the shit out of the two stronger, older men. Alexandra regained consciousness and crawled over to him, weakly and submissively lapping her tongue against his giant testicles, licking up every drop of his salty cum. Jaeger noticed this and wondered why she of all people was being so obedient. 

And then he saw it. at the base of Kor's massive cock was a giant cock-ring, studded with glowing, eldritch gems. But it wasn't really a cock-ring, it was a crown. Specifically, it was a diadem.

"The Diadem of Domination," he whispered to himself. "It is real."

His distraction cost him. Delilah's sandaled foot sunk into his gut like a sledgehammer, knocking the wind out of him. Before he could recover he watched her beautiful ass spinning in front of his face, and her other foot smacked him across the cheek with the force of a horse's kick. He spun through the air and landed on his back, legs spread wide open. Delilah stood over him and lifted her leg so high her foot went behind her head, and then she slammed the heel down with the force of a meteor, right into Jaeger's balls. 

THUD!

"FUCK!" Jaeger screamed, trying to clutch his busted balls, but he couldn't because Delilah never took her foot away. She had her heel pressed against his testicles, and she was cruelly grinding them against the cracked marble ground, getting closer and closer to popping one. 

"Fucking pathetic," she said, grabbing his hair, pulling his head up, and kneeing him the face with her other leg. 

Blood spurted from his nose and his head snapped back, and he saw that Jonan wasn't doing any better. He was on his knees, holding up his axe like a shield as he weakly deflected the hurricane of blows that Val was raining upon him. She lunged back then, spinning in a full circle as she built up momentum for one final, savage strike.

SLICE! CRACK!

Her sword struck the shaft of Jonan's axe with such force that it split his massive weapon in two, and her sword grazed down his chest and into his massive belt, slicing it open and leaving him totally naked. When his semi-erect cock swung free Val kicked it squarely in the head, causing it to flop painfully against Jonan's stomach. She then kicked him in the face and he fell on his back, defeated and gasping for air. Val tossed her sword aside, straddled Jonan's waste, and she began punching him in face repeatedly, slowly but surely beating him to death. 

Jaeger was pulled back into a sitting position, and he felt Delilah's smooth, strong leg wrap around his neck so that her warm, damp pussy was sitting on his shoulder. She clenched the perfect muscles of her leg, and Jaeger suddenly realized he couldn't breathe. She was going to choke him to death.

"Can you see her? Can you see that pretty little slut" Delilah asked Jaeger, moving his head slightly in the direction of Kor and Alexandra, who was worshipping his phallus with hedonistic devotion. "Did you know her before this? Was she like that when you knew her? Was she a sex-crazed little whore, loyal and obsessed with any man like she is now? No, I bet not. That's just what Daddy does to girls. He fucks them loyal. Her breaks them down, builds them back up, and them breaks them again. That's what he did to me, that's what he did to Val, and that's what he is going to do to that stupid little bitch up there, and she is going to love him unconditionally for it, just as Val and I do. Of course I know the Diadem has something to do with it, but I really wonder how much. It was my order that created the Diadem, millennia ago when the gods lived amongst us and our magic was more powerful. The Diadem was meant for controlling men though, and it was supposed to be only useable by a woman, but Daddy was so clever when he corrupted it. He turned it into a cock-ring, and then he raped every priestess of my Order, turning me and my sisters into deviant little concubines. We lived and died for him. We killed each other in gladiatorial games for his amusement, and I was the winner of them all. I butchered my youngest sister with a knife for him, fucked her up the pussy with it, and after that I had the most mind-blowing sex of my whole life. I don't think the Diadem alone made me this way. I think that Daddy is just special. Look at Val over there."

Jaeger's vision was blurring, but he could still see Val beating Jonan to death, her knuckles dripping with blood. Funny enough, Jaeger also noticed that Jonan's cock was totally erect, and was slapping against Val's buttocks with every punch. 

"She was so willful when I brought her to Daddy Kor, so stubborn, but she broke, just like her friends. It took a while to break her completely, but when Daddy was finished she was his most loyal little girl, after myself of course. Still, for months it seemed that she kept something of her original self. There was always a glint in her eye, something . . . I don't know . . . rebellious about her. I was so worried that she'd betray Daddy, but she never did. She's a slave to him just as much as I am."

But maybe she wasn't, Jaeger thought. Maybe without the Diadem the women would be free. He had to take a chance. 

Reaching into his vest pocket moments before losing consciousness, he found one of his needles poisoned with aphrodisiac. He pulled it out and stabbed upwards, piercing one of Delilah's thick buttocks with it.

"Ouch!" She whined. "What the fuck was that!"

She loosened her grip on his neck, and that was all the room he needed. His fist came up with a powerful cunt-punch uppercut, smacking her in the pussy and pushing her off of him. She stepped backwards, whimpering a little as she clutched her bruised vagina, and then her punishment began. 

Jaeger's hands darted around her body so quickly they were barely visible. He ripped off her transparent silken top, letting her chocolate breasts bounce free, and he immediately pierced both her nipples with the drugged needles. he pulled up her silken thong so roughly that it snapped, causing her buttocks to joggle slightly from the whiplash, and Jaeger buried a dozen needles into her ass. She quivered and stood up, revealing her exposed pussy, and her quickly jammed one needle right into her clit. 

"HOLY SHIT!" she screamed. "What's happ-"

PRICK!

As she screamed her tongue came out of her mouth, and Jaeger quickly pierced it straight through with a needle. 

The tidal wave of euphoria inducing narcotics flooding her system was too much for even her body to process all at once. In fact, that amount of aphrodisiac would cause most women's hearts to explode, but Delilah had been a priestess of a sex-cult, and had already experimented with every pleasure-heightening drug imaginable, as Jaeger guessed. Her built up resistance was enough to save her life, but not her sanity. She started to babble incoherently as her pussy literally dripped onto the ground. Jaeger smirked to himself and he gently flicked the needle embedded in her clit. That was too much for her. She whimpered, squealed, screamed, and then suddenly her pussy exploded with cum. She collapsed the ground unconscious and flopping like a dying fish, soaking in a pool of her own cum. 

"Two needles left," Jaeger said to himself, and he knew exactly where they were going to go. 

He dashed over to where Val was beating Jonan to death, and before she realized what was happening Jaeger slashed a knife down the front of her vest, causing her young breast to bounce free, and the moment her pink nipples were exposed he pierced them both with the sex-drugged needles. 

Val looked down at her chest and whimpered. "What . . . what have you-"

And then Jaeger grabbed Val by her waist, lifted her just high enough off of Jonan that his cock came to kiss the leather material of her tight little thong. One knife flick later and her thong fell away. Jaeger grabbed her shoulders and slammed her down, all twelve inches of Jonan's cock sliding up her cunt in one stroke. 

"Ah . . . ah . . . ah," Val whimpered, suddenly pushed to the edge of an orgasm without being prepared for it.

Jonan groaned. His face was a blue and purple bloody mess, but the sensation of wet pussy on his cock brought him back to the living. His hands came up and squeezed her firm tits, causing her to squeal because of the needles still embedded in her nipples, but Jonan didn't let go. He bounced her up and down on his lap, her pussy constricting tightly on his giant prick, and within seconds she was cumming. 

"Fu-fu-FUCK!" she screamed. "You fucking bastards I'm-GLUCK!"

Val's words ended in a wet choking sound as Jaeger jammed his erect cock into her mouth and quickly began fucking her throat. The two champions found their rhythm, and they started spit-roasting the busty barbarian so brutally that she started to gag and droll spit all over her bouncing breasts.

She was still cumming when the boys climaxed, Jonan pumping her pussy full of his thick, flooding seed while Jaeger drowned her in his rapid spurts of sweet man-nectar, and the sensation of being filled up in both ends was too much for her. Val had one more spasm as a last orgasm shook her body, and then she lost consciences. 

"Insolent humans!" Kor yelled, rising from his throne and slapping Alexandra aside. "How dare you defile my toys!"

Kor ran down the rest of the temple steps, the thick marble slabs cracking under every heavy footfall. He ran with the inertia of an armored elephant, and his rock-hard fists were swinging with enough power to turn a brick-wall to dust. Most frightening of all, his massive eighteen inch cock was swinging in front of him like a meaty battering-ram, ready to smash through whatever it collided with. 

He didn't get far though. 

Jaeger tossed a smoke-bomb into Kor's face, which exploded into his eyes and blinded him. He roared and clawed at his face, but it was too late. 

Jonan had recovered the upper-half of his broken battle-axe, and he spun it around his body in a full-circle before tossing it. The blade spun through the air with loud whooshing sounds, which ended with a meaty thud as the blade cut deep into the tissue of Kor's thick, erect cock. 

"ffffffFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!" Kor screamed, every muscle in his body bulging to the point of exploding. The thick chunk of flesh that had once been his penis fell to ground and rolled down the steps, gushing blood as it went. Right after it came the metallic ringing sound of the Diadem as it bounced to Jaeger's feet. The unnatural gems in the Diadem continued to glow for a moment, but then they flickered and faded. 

Kor feel on his back, clutching his castrated stump as it gushed blood. He looked up to see Alexandra standing over him, holding her loaded crossbow. 

"Slut," he whimpered. "I command you, kill them! KILL THEM BOTH!"

She aimed her crossbow, but she did so directly at Kor's face, the bolt pointing directly between his eyes. "I don't know what I ever saw in you."

THUNK!

#####

"We could conquer the world with this," Jaeger said, admiring the Diadem of Domination in his hands, running his thumbs over the strange gems that studded it. "We could lure any women into our personnel harems. We could build armies."

"I still don't understand that part," Jonan said. "If the crown's original purpose was to allow a woman to control the minds of men, how was it that Kor used it to control women."

"I can explain that," Delilah said as she sauntered over with two large mugs of ale for the boys. She was stark naked except for some jewelry, and her nipples and clit were still swollen from where Jaeger had pierced her. "When a woman wore the Diadem on her head, it channeled the power of her mind to overwhelm the weaker psyches of men. However, Kor's power was not in his mind, but in his juggernaut sexuality. But attaching the Diadem to that massive cock of his he was able to channel its power into his semen, which he then planted into the bodies of women. The more he filled us up, the more under his control we were."

"And the moment Jonan castrated him the spell was broken?" Jaeger asked, grateful that his gambit had worked out. 

"Not exactly," Delilah blushed. "We may no longer be under his specific control, but the . . . uh . . . implications of its magic still hold powerful sway over us. See?" She bent over lewdly in front of Jaeger, presenting her dripping pussy to him. She was ripe, so horny that her pussy had become swollen and dark, ready to burst at the slightest provocation. "I . . . I really need to get fucked right now."

Jonan chuckled. "You're not the onlu one. Isn't that right, Val?"

Jonan looked down to his lap where Val's messy brown head was bouncing up and down in his lap, enthusiastically sucking his cock like it was the tastiest piece of candy she had ever gotten. She was so focused on getting another load down her throat that she didn't even answer him, she just muffled happily. 

"I know I need to get fucked," Alexandra said, who was kneeling in front of Jaeger, bathing his balls in layers of her spit from her salivating mouth. "What do you say stud? Wanna fuck me in my backdoor this time?"




The Diadem of Domination 02



Jaeger laughed to himself. "Maybe we don't even need the Diadem."

Indeed, he looked around, and it seemed like all his dreams had come true. With Kor dead and the spell mostly broken, his harem of sexy, desperately horny sluts were all crawling over themselves trying to get satisfaction, some of them so badly that they just humped the floor like retarded worms. There were dozens of them, all of different shapes and sizes. There was Val of course, and some of her friends from when she was fist captured by Delilah: an elven sorceress (who seemed to hate Val with a passion) and two sexy little Halflings named Penny and Lira. There was the Satyr Queen and the Harpy Queen, who had taken quite a liking to each other in their shared captivity and were currently eating each other in a wild, bestial 69-positon, each drowning the other in cum.

A harem of horny harlots wasn't the only thing Kor left behind. His lair was filled with piles of gold, a mountain of treasure accumulated from his years of plundering. Even if Jaeger and Jonan gave each of the girls all the gold they could carry, there would still be enough left over to make them both very wealthy men.

"You're right," Jonan said, as a recovering princess crawled over to lick his chest. "We don't need it."

He grabbed the Diadem from Jaeger and put either end in his strong hands, and then he started to pull. The Diadem stretched with the sound of metal being strained too far, and it finally snapped in half, filling the lair with a flash of unnatural light, and sending small puffs of multicolored smoke into the air. The gems glowed for one last moment, and then shattered like glass. Jonan tossed the two pieces away into a heap of rubbish.

"But . . . what . . . no," Jaeger stammered. He hadn't meant what he said. He had wanted to keep the Diadem, and now all of his wild dreams of global domination were shattered, smashed to nothing.

"Cheer up," Jonan said. "After all, I did win our bet, and I want our next adventure to be a challenging one."

"What . . . you won? No! I was the one who defeated Delilah! I was the one who saved you from Val! I was the one who blinded Kor!"

"And I was the one who castrated him. So in the end, I saved us."

Alexandra coughed to get their attention. "Actually boys, I was the one who killed Kor, not to mention the fact that I was keeping him busy while you two faggots were getting your asses kicked by a couple of sluts."

"You weren't part of our bet," Jaeger said to her. He pushed his hand against the back of her head and shoved his cock back down her throat, shutting her up. Jaeger sighed and admitted defeat. "Alright, Jonan. What do you want to do?"

Jonan laughed. Now he had three women sitting in his lap, licking his chest and kissing his bulging muscles. Delilah and Val were fighting over his cock, each trying to keep it down their own throat for longer. 

"I want to go find something dangerous and kill it," Jonan said. "Like a dragon, or a wyvern. And I want to find one very far away, in the mountains somewhere, miles from civilization or a comfortable bed."

Jaeger began to cry, and not just because Alexandra accidentally used her teeth a little. 

"But first," Jonan slapped his hand on Jaeger's shoulder. "Why don't we relax for a while. Let's not go on any dangerous, uncomfortable adventures until we've spent all this money and aided each and over one of these young ladies back into society by satisfying their wild lusts. What do you say to that, my friend?"      Jaeger wiped a grateful tear form his cheek. "I think that sounds great, buddy."    



The Diadem of Domination 03



Born in the frozen mountains of the north, suckled on a tit as hard and sharp as broken glass, and deflowered by a very, very endowed bear, Val of the North (as she was now called) was not a soft girl, despite her incredible beauty. Having lived in the cold mountains where the wind blew so cold it could freeze a man's blood, Val now felt little need for clothing as she wandered through the warm forests and fields of the south. She wore little more than a tight leather vest to keep her firm, busty young breasts under control, and a skimpy leather thong to hide her shaven, pink vagina. Her sword and money-purse (which was empty) hung from a narrow leather belt, and her muscular legs were encased in knee-high leather boots, as were her forearms encased in leather gloves studded with metal knuckles.

She didn't have enough coin to pay for a tavern room, so she slept under the open sky in fields of grass, wearing nothing but her skimpy scraps of leather, and with nothing for a pillow but her sword. She didn't mind at all. Compared to her homeland the nighttime chill of this land was more than comfortable. She ate as she walked, picking berries and catching, fish, and she bathed in the warm, bubbling rivers.

She was doing this now, washing her messy brown hair in a crystal clear creek near the road as she watched a large caravan go by. The road to the Kingdom of Chovaughn was a busy one, but she had rarely come across more than a company of travelling merchants or adventurers. This caravan was made up of more than a hundred people, most of them soldiers with long spears and curved swords. They were all incredible foreign, judging by their dark skin and pointed beards, not to mention they're strange style of armor and ornate carriages. The largest carriage looked to be a royal one, large enough to fit a small family or one very, very spoiled princess. It was covered with colorful silks depicting images of naked goddesses in sexually explicit positions. 

Val was a foreigner to this kingdom as well (she was easily a head taller than most Chovaughnian girls, and they were all blonde) but her skin color was the same as the Chovaughians and she spoke the same language. These exotic soldiers were clearly from a land much further away than she was, so in their eyes she must have seemed little different from the blonde, blue-eyed people of this soft, southern kingdom.  

The guards noticed her and gazed at her young, naked body dripping wet with the chilly water. Her pink nipples were fully erect, and her goose-pimpled skin was taught around her muscular waist. Some of the guards eyed her suspiciously, but most starred with lust. Val didn't blame them. She knew what a arousing sight she was, and she didn't hide herself as she rubbed her body clean and leaned over to wash her hair, giving the guards a generous display of her fresh womanhood. She even started to rub herself there, stimulating her overactive sexdrive as she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The idea of being watched while she masturbated aroused her, and if left for a few moments she would already be on the cusp of a pleasant orgasm. If one (or several) of the guards was handsome enough, she saw no reason why they shouldn't come bathe with her. 

But she stopped. 

The sound of wood snapping, horses screaming, and metal striking metal filled the air. 

Val turned around to see that the caravan was suddenly under attack. From the thick tree-line burst a small party of orcs, green-skinned monstrosities that looked much like humans, except they had large tusks, bulging muscles, and often times ridiculously proportioned sexual-organs. They wielded crude weapons and stolen armor, most of it barely fitting properly.

The orcs must have been following the caravan for miles through the woods, choosing now to strike since they were at the furthest point from any Chovaughnian fort. Val watched as two of the dark skinned soldiers were killed, one of them messily decapitated by a stone axe, and the other dying as an orc bit out his throat. But the guards fought back as well, plunging their spears into the thick muscles of one giant orc and bringing him down like a harpooned whale. 

"Protect the Princess!" the captain yelled, swiveling his horse back to the largest carriage. "They're in the trees above her!"

But it was too late. The royal carriage was underneath a huge, moss-covered tree. An orc was running along the branches like an experienced acrobat. This one was female, with a large bust held in place by a leather belt, and she had a lithe, muscular body not unlike Val herself. The female orc leapt and spun through the air, slicing out with two curved swords, killing three guards in the process. She leapt into the royal tent, and not a moment later jumped out the other side, running down the grassy slope and into the very waters in which Val was skinny-dipping.

"I've got it!" The sexy orc yelled, lifting a box above her head. "The ring is ours!"

The orc ran through the creek, water splashing across her nearly-naked body, her breasts and sensual midsection dripping wet. Her nipples were so erect that Val could see them sticking through the leather belt the orc had tied around her heaving green chest. Her fang-filled mouth smiled as she escaped the soldiers, but she stopped dead in her tracks as her large breasts nearly slammed into Val's naked chest. 

"Hey!" the female orc yelled at her. "Get the fuck out of the way bitch, before I cut you into pieces!"

Val was naked and obviously less strong than the orc bitch, but she wasn't intimidated. She stood in a saucy pose with her hands on her naked hips, leaning over slightly to show off her cleavage.

Val snickered. "You can't unsheathe your swords and hold that box at the same time. So what' it going to be, fucker?"

Orc's were usually emotional and quicker to act than to think, but this one seemed bright enough to try both fleeing and attacking in the same move. She threw the stolen box high into the air (intending to catch it again in a moment) and she began to unsheathe her swords in an attempt to slice Val's sexy body in half. But Val was quicker. Her own sword was hidden in the creek, right beneath her feet in the mud. She was never without a weapon, not even during sex. 

Before the orc could fully withdraw her blades Val had hers and she slashed up, cutting the orc from the lips of her pussy all the way to the top of her head. Val's blade came away so quickly that the orc wondered if she had even been hit at all, right before she fell into the creek in two perfectly cut halves. 

Val dropped her sword and caught the box in the orc's place. She saw that the soldiers had been victorious, and the rest of the orcs were being slaughtered by spears and scimitars. 

Val sauntered up the hill, swaying her young hips as she held the box above her head, smiling coyly as she saw how flustered the guards were by her shameless display. They didn't seem sure of what action to take: whether they should attack or thank that naked barbarian girl, but their decision was made for them as the silken flap to the royal carriage opened, and out of it stretched the most sensual, lewd body Val had ever seen. 

The woman who emerged was entirely naked, except for heaps of golden jewelry she had hanging from her wrists, ankles, and neck. Her skin was the color of milky chocolate, and her nipples and lips were so dark they were almost black. Her dark nipples were thick and erect, each pieced by a golden ring. Her large, sparkling black eyes were heavy and sleepy-looking, almost as if she had just awoken after a night of exhausting sex. Every curve of her being implied sex, and even her uncovered vagina glistened slightly, as if perpetually aroused. 

The carnal creature licked her lips slowly as she looked over the young northerner's busty, firm body, and she seemed to approve. Without any words passing between the two beautiful women Val put the box down at the foreign noble's feet, and then slowly rose up as to intentional show of every supple curve of her body. She bit her lower lip and smiled, flexing her stomach slightly which she knew pushed her breasts up in an enticing way. 

"My hero," the dark woman said, her voice oozing like warm honey. "You slew that bestial bitch of an orc and returned my treasure. I am in you debt."

"A debt I will enjoy being repaid, I'm sure," Val said, stepping just a little closer so that her young pink nipples nearly touched the older woman's large dark mammaries. "Maybe you can give me a ride into the next city, and afterwards fill my purse a bit."

The exotic damsel laughed haughtily, holding one of her large tits to stop it from bouncing. "Oh, I may be a woman, but I am more than capable of filling your purse. Trust me."

Val actually hadn't been speaking euphemistically, she really had been referring to her literal purse being filled with literal gold, but whatever. She enjoyed sex just as much as she enjoyed money.

Suddenly the tent flapped open and out scurried a younger girl, this one perhaps just a bit younger than Val, but whereas the buxom barbarian was a woman in sexual bloom, this girl was a skinny little waif, despite her cute sexiness. The girl was less than five feet tall, as flat chested as a starving boy, and her buttocks were cute and tight but not really appetizing. She had beautiful dark eyes though, and puffy dark lips that would have looked perfect wrapped around a fat cock, or maybe a swollen pussy, as Val imagined. The silks she wore were transparent and skimpy, so every detail of her lithe naked body was totally bare. 

"Bala, good timing," the large breasted queen said, gentle caressing the young girl's chest. "Tidy up the carriage and make room for my friend . . . um . . . I'm sorry. I don't even know my hero's name."

"Val," the barbarian said. "Just call me Val."

"Val," the naked noble responded, rolling the name over her tongue as if it were something salty and delicious. "I am Kamuka Killa Khan, Queen and Goddess Incarnate of the great Kingdom of Sutra, which is the wealthiest of all kingdoms in spices, gemstones, and beautiful women." She emphasized that last part by swaying her hips a bit. 

"I can tell," Val said, breathing heavily. She had to bit her lip to stop herself from just diving down and sucking one of those big chocolate nipples into her mouth. 

"I am on my way to the Kingdom of Chovaughn to marry my arranged husband, the young Prince Lorian, and my caravan is heavy with treasures for my dowry, but nothing I have is more valuable than what I carry in this box, which is meant for my fiancé. Thank you for recovering it for me."

"No problem your highness, but I doubt whatever is in that box will excite a young man more than what you have right here," she said as her hand came up and took a firm, cupping grab at Kamuka's hairless genitals. They were plump, swollen, smooth and incredibly soft on the surface, but Val could feel bulging muscle hiding underneath the curvaceous fat. One of her fingers slowly teased at the queen's lower-lips, and Val was amazed at how quickly her hand became drenched with sexual lubricant. 

Kamuka gasped so deeply her breasts giggled. Bala looked ready to feint. The surviving guards gasped and one even lowered his spear to Val's back, ready to impale her. 

"You are . . . quite bold!" Kamuka gasped staring Val right into her eyes. 

"You have no fucking idea," Val barely whispered back. 

"Guards!" Bala squealed. "This barbarian is assaulting the Goddess! Kill her! Run her through-"

SMACK!

Bala's pretty little face snapped back as Kamuka's hand slapped across it, silencing her skinny servant and frightening the guards. 

"No! I am indebted to the young woman. And besides . . ." she leaned in so that her large, soft breasts flooded over the younger girl's firm cleavage. "I admire her boldness."

Kamuka turned and climbed back into her carriage, filling Val's vision with a generous view of her backside and swollen cunt as she did so.

"Guards! Load our dead onto the horses for honorable burial later. Push the orcs into the ditch! Bala, retrieve some wine and food for our friend. And Val," she turned back to the barbarian babe and flashed her a tantalizing smile. "You'll ride with me."

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After the caravan made its way around the next bend of trees and was far out of sight, the scene of the battle took on new life, as ravens and carrion dogs came to eat what blood and flesh littered the ground, but after one taste of the orcs even the dogs turned away. Their own feces tasted better than orc-flesh. 

Another figure was moving amongst the tall trees, swaying branches, and thick, moist grass. A figure like that of a small girl wearing a cloak made of foliage slipped from the shadows of the brush without making and sound any louder than a falling leaf. The camouflaged child quickly moved from orc to orc, picking through their pockets and pouches with preternatural speed and precision, but found nothing to its satisfaction. 

Lastly it came to the body of the female orc, the leader, the one that the beautiful barbarian girl had cut in half from groin to skull, like a razor blade cutting through a piece of paper. Both halves were resting in the ankle-deep waters of the creek, billowing a long red furl of blood. 

The child inhaled, and then spat on the half of the orc's.

"Stupid green cunt. Couldn't even steal one lousy ring," the child groaned in a voice both raspy and sweet. "Oh well. I'll just have to steal it from the naked cutie who killed you. But I'll have to do it quickly. If I don't get that wedding ring before it's put on Prince Lorian's hand then I don't get any gold."

The child kicked the orc's body just out of spite, and then disappeared back into the woods. 

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"Wake up, my prince," a feminine, musical voice sang, echoing throughout the dark, expansive room. "It iz time to wake up, sleepyhead. Ze time for your marriage haz cum!"

The speaker pulled back a giant red curtain, flooding the dark room with sunlight, and outlining her own perfect silhouette. She was a remarkably tall young woman in her mid-twenties, and her amble breasts and bubble butt stood out quit remarkably from her slender, gazelle physique. Her hair was slick, black, and cut short so that it curled around her perfect cheekbones. Her extruding lips were painted dark crimson, as was the heavy mascara she wore around her startling blue eyes. Her clothing was minimal and tight, a revealing maid's uniform that accentuated her long legs and impossible cleavage, and the skirt was so short that it exposed her pristine white panties whenever she so much as breathed. 

The maid strutted through the room on her long, slender legs like a model walking down a catwalk, confident and cocksure, flinging open windows and pulling open blinds with a flourish, turning the dark royal room into a bright, golden bedchamber fit for a prince, which it was, because it was the bedchamber of young Prince Lorian, heir to the throne of Chovaughn.

A stubborn groan came from the bundles of covers rolled up at the center of a massive bed. A peachy white leg was peeking out, and it slithered back into the covers like a nocturnal snake, afraid of the morning sun. 

But the maid was quicker than the foot. She grabbed it, giggled, and then stuck out her lengthy tongue so she could give the foot's underside a long, wet lick.

"AWWW!" a boyish voice yelled from under the blankets. "Bebe! STOP!"

The young prince kicked and struggled but it was no use, Bebe the maid was much stronger than him, and she loved teasing the little king-to-be as if he were her little brother. 

"Got you, naughty little boy. Zis leg belongs to moi!" Bebe laughed, pulling the blankets off him one by one. "Time to get up. Rise and shine!"

She pulled the final blanket off and gasped, blushing a little when she saw what she had just uncovered. Prince Lorian was naked, completely, and his hairless little body was pink with embarrassment. Underneath both of his hands he was trying to cover his stubborn morning erection, but he simply couldn't cover it all. The prince's cock was simply huge. Just shy of being twelve inches long and as thick as one of Bebe's wrists, his penis looked more like a third leg than a reproductive organ, especially considering he was no more the five feet tall himself. It was peachy and pale, like the rest of his smooth, slightly defined body, and it's head was a light pink. That monumental battering-ram of a cock had been the talk of the castle from the day little Lorian was born, but instead of being an object of respect and lust for the kingdom's blooming maidens, the tremendous phallus made poor Lorian and the subject of much girlish giggling and slutty snickering. Lorian wasn't a virgin by any means (Bebe had seen to that herself on many occasions) but he was submissive, cowardly, and worse, too easily pushed to climax. "What's the purpose of having such a large canon if it fires before the enemy is in sight," his mother would often say after hearing of his premature ejaculations. 

"Bebe!" Lorian whined. "Leave me alone! I just wanna sleep." The little prince tried to pull the covers back, but he was powerless against the might of Bebe (who in truth was no stronger than any twenty-something year old girl). 

"Oh, but my big, strong, manly, seductive prince," she cooed mockingly, puckering her lips and swaying her hips. "Surely you are excited for your nuptials, no?"

"No!"

"Aw, but look at zis one," she said, reaching down and grasping his erect cock. It was so thick that her long fingers couldn't even make it completely around, but she still squeezed him hard enough to make the little prince whimper. "Zis one looks ready for his honeymoon at least. Zis one is ready to make some very lucky woman into a very, very tired bride. Zis one is ready to make the queen some grandchildren, no?"

"Bebe! Let it go!" Lorian nearly cried, not because he was in pain, but because the firm grasp of his domineering housecleaner was pushing him very close to popping. He felt humiliated, dominated, emasculated, and yet so pleasured that his vision went blurry. 

Bebe laughed softly, more of a satisfied, sexual moan than actual laughter. She crawled onto the bed, her high-heeled shoes cutting into the expensive fabrics of the mattress like knives into a loaf of bread. Her jutting cleavage hung tantalizingly over Lorian's face, her erect nipples nearly popping out of the plunging neckline. She never released her viper-grip on his turgid cock, and as she continued to stroke him his engorged helmed slapped against her stomach, legs, and finally her inner-thigh. He could feel the heat coming off of her white panties, which were now soaked with the honey of her tight, womanly fruit. Her large, feline eyes stared directly into the Prince's tear-filled sapphires, easily intimidating and dominating him like a tigress pinning a soft little bunny-rabbit. 

She leaned in closer, teasing him with a kiss that never quite touched his lips, and then she leaned back, straddling his legs as she measured his erect cock against her body. Her hot pussy was resting on her swollen balls, and astonishingly his pillaring column made it all the way up past her navel. She continued to stroke it with one hand, going faster and faster, squeezing harder and harder as her other hand cruelly pinched the skin of his helmet. Lorian tried to squirm away, but he was helpless and already caught. All he could do was whimper and moan and wait for Bebe to finish playing with him. 

"Bebe," he cried. "Just . . . just please finish it."

"Finish it? Iz zis something boring to you? You don't like ze hand-fucking? 

"St-stop!"

"Iz zis what you are going to zay to your blushing bride to be? Are you going to cry like a little bitch when she tries to fuck you?"




The Diadem of Domination 03



"I'm . . . I'm about to-"

"A real man should be able to fuck his wife until she can't stay awake. A real man fucks his wife so hard she can't walk straight the next morning. A real man should be the one on top, with his happy, silly wife crying on HER back and begging HIM for mercy."

"I can't . . . oh-"

"A real man doesn't just pop like zis!"

"Oh! Bebe! You bitch!"

Bebe took his tremendous lemon-sized testicles in her free hand and squeezed. At the same time she gave his big cock was last brutal stroke that nearly ripped his foreskin open. The sudden pain and pleasure was too much for the hair-trigger prince. His lithe body arched up so far that only his legs and shoulders touched the bed, and his stomach rippled with burgeoning abdominals. His thick penis rocketed up Bebe's uniform and plunged into her cleavage, splitting her breasts open, his cockhead bursting free on the other side. He came, and he came hard. He shot his first rope right into Bebe's chin at point-blank range. The shot was so explosive that it sent heavy drops of cum flying in every direction, much of it splattering across Lorian's chest. The next rope hit Bebe in the cheek, and a good portion of it flew into her right eye, causing her mascara to run with a thick mixture of semen and tears. That must have pissed Bebe off a little, because after that she repositioned the erupting canon so that the third and forth shots flew right into the boy's own face, the forth shot landing squarely in his open mouth. Beber reached over and grabbed Lorian by his hair, pulling him forward as she pushed his hips up as well. Lorian's mouth was forced onto his own spewing cockhead, and Bebe held him in place as the rest of his orgasm was forced into his mouth, and he had to loudly swallow down gulps of cum to stop it from bubbling out his nostrils. 

"Ze bitch is ze one who takes it in ze mouth," Bebe said, almost angrily, but mostly disappointed. She quickly worked a finger into his tight little asshole and began to quickly stab at his prostate, painfully provoking every little drop of semen out of his balls and into his mouth.

Once his big blue eyes began to roll up into his skull and tears rolled down his soft cheeks Bebe let him go. His cockhead popped out of his mouth trailing several strands of semen and spit that broke across his chest and flung up into Bebe's face. He was still stiff but was softening slowly, and Bebe gave him a few more strokes just to see if she could keep it alive. His dick was still so swollen and long that she didn't have to bend over very far to give it a sweet little kiss, right on the helmet.   

"I'm sorry," Bebe whispered. "But I am doing zis for your own good. You can't be a man if you don't know how to treat a woman. How I treat you, zis is how you should treat a woman."

"That's enough Bebe," a new voice said. This one was stern, deep, and intimating. The woman who it belonged to was terrifyingly beautiful. Tall and curvaceous, large-breasted and wide-hipped, her curly blonde hair cascading down her swooping back and just tickling the globes of her large ass. Her breasts were barely contained by the lacey white garment of transparent, skintight lingerie she wore, and her sculpted face sparkled with gold lipstick and gold mascara. "Let him go." 

"Queen Moraine!" Bebe squeaked, accidentally kneeing poor Lorian in the balls as she reacted. "I'm . . . I'm zo zorry . . . we were just playing and-"

"Don't lie to me, you little bitch," Queen Moraine scolded, yet her tone remained very relaxed. "I know you've been 'playing' with Lorian for months. Why do you think I assigned you to his care? I was hoping that fucking a ditzy little slut like you would toughen him up a bit, but sadly I see that I was wrong. He's just as much as a pushover as he's always been. Dominated by a slutty, stupid servant. Pathetic."

The Queen strutted right next to the shivering maid and smiled condescendingly down at her son's deflating penis. With a gloved hand she grasped it tightly, so tightly that Lorian actually cried out in pain, and she began to roughly stroke it back to life. Within seconds his cock was back to full mast, standing an arrogant twelve inches over the boy's quivering body. 

"How can a man gifted with such virility also be cursed with such little fortitude," Queen Moraine wondered aloud, cruelly beating down his massive cockhead with her swiveling thumb. "Maybe this time you'll last a little longer."

"M-mommy," Lorian whimpered. "Please . . . I'm tired. I . . . I haven't even eaten breakfast yet." True, the only thing in his stomach was the load of his own semen Bebe had just forced him to swallow. 

"If you're hungry you can have some of this," Moraine said, pulling down the lacey cups of her lingerie that somehow managed to hold back her unstoppable breasts. A thick, erect pink nipple sprang free as her fleshy tit bounced out of her lingerie, and it slowly dripped with warm milk. "I never stopped lactating after you were born. Here, you can have some too."

Lorian watched his mother reach up and grab Bebe by her slick black hair, and she forced the younger woman's mouth down onto one of her rigid nipples. Bebe muffled and whined in shock as her mouth was filled with the warm flesh of the queen's breast, but her struggles subsided as she was pacified by a warm flood of creamy milk which poured out so copiously it started to leak down the maid's chin and onto her breasts. Bebe moaned deeply, her eye rolling back into her skull out of sheer bliss, and the Queen even began to whimper erotically as she smacked her sons cock around like a captured weasel. 

The sight of this was too much for Lorian, and he climaxed instantly. A high-pressure spray of cum coated the breasts of both woman, and a few ropes made it across the queen's articulately painted face, ruining her expensive golden makeup. 

The Queen slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the last of her son's oozing orgasm, which ended with a frothy after-wave of cum. She looked absolutely pissed, even though her tongue was licking up the thick wads of semen which hung from her golden lips. 

"Bebe," she said. 

"Y-yes my Queen," Bebe shivered, very close to an orgasm of her own. 

"Go draw me a bath. A hot one. Then strip off your clothes and get in it. I'll join you shortly."

Bebe hurried out of the room so quickly that she tripped, falling a long ways from her crane-like legs and painfully banging her knees. Her white panties were so soaked that they were transparent, and she was so aroused that she had trouble getting back to her feet without unintentionally stimulating an orgasm. Once back on her feet she ran out, her high-heeled shoes clicking loudly and her breasts bouncing with every step. 

"That stupid slut is right, you know," Queen Moraine said as she absently stroked her sons softening penis. "You can't rule a kingdom if you can't even rule your own bedroom. Any man who can't put a woman to sleep with a hard, satisfying fuck shouldn't be allowed to sit on the throne, regardless of how ridiculously large his penis is."

"I'm sorry," Lorian whimpered. 

She squeezed his cock. "Yes, you are. You're a pathetic pushover and a cowardly wimp. You've always been that way. I fear this kingdom is going to be ruled by your wife instead of you."

"Maybe . . . maybe the Queen of Sutra will be . . . you know . . . nice."

Moraine snorted. "Queen Kamuka Killa Khan? No. She is one of the most domineering, manipulative, father-fucking, sister-raping, child-murdering bitches to even be born. They say she lost her virginity to a tiger, and fucked it so hard she crippled it. They say she uses elephant tusks as dildos . . . the ENTIRE tusk. You have no hope against her. You couldn't even go toe-to-toe with a fucking slut like Bebe."

"How do you know?"

"Because I use to know Kamuka. She's closer to my age than to yours. When we were girls I stayed with her family in Sutra for several months and she came to live with my family here for several months after. We loved each other many times, but only in the physical sense. In all other regards we hated each other, but I respected her as a rival. We were always seducing the other's lovers, or corrupting the other's handmaidens. Many nights we'd battle each other in bed, our legs locked in carnal combat, and maidenhead's slapping together like rams during a rut. When the morning came we'd argue over who was the victor, but nothing was ever clearly decided, so we'd do battle the next night to decide. Out stalemate never really came to an end, no matter how many screaming, backbreaking, exhausting climaxes we forced upon each other."

As Moraine reminisced she began to become aroused, her pink nipples hardening and her cold visage warming slightly. Lorian unconsciously responded to the shift in his mother's chemistry and once again his unbelievable penis began to inflate, eager to burst once again.

Moraine cocked and eyebrow, annoyed with her son's arousal but also a little impressed. "Hard again? Are you some kind of masochist?"

"I'm so-"

SMACK!

Before Lorian could apologize again his mother's fist crashed into his balls, crushing them against his muscular inner-thigh. Lorian cried out in pain and crumpled into a fetal position, rolling to the floor in a peachy, blonde ball.

"If it were up to me you'd never, EVER be king," his mother said, finding his scrotum with the heel of her shoe and pinning it to the floor. "I'd remain Queen Reagent for as long as possible, and I'd pass the throne onto one of your sisters, but the law says that since you are of age you must become king, and you must take a wife, and your marriage was arranged to the Kingdom of Sutra long before you were born. The moment you and that brown-skinned heathen slut exchange rings, I'm afraid to say that the glory of Chovaughn will come to a pathetic, whimpering end."

Moraine pressed her heel against one of his testicles just for a moment, making him cry out in pain, but she didn't pop it. She still had hopes for a strong grandson at least. She let him go and strutted out the room, her large ass swaying dominantly with every step, and she left her son curled up in a ball, clutching his enormous genitals and crying like a baby.

#####

It was a bumpy ride for Val and Kamuka, but not because of the road, which was actually quite smooth and well paved. The royal carriage rocked back and forth violently because the young barbarian and the erotic queen were fucking each other like wild animals. 

Val's ride had started with nothing more than some heavy petting and Sapphic flirtation. She'd grope and squeeze Kamuka's buoyant buttocks, and in return the queen would gently palm Val's pink pussy, But one thing led to another and soon a little lesbian play started to boil over into a wild, frenzied, and almost vicious fuck-fest of traumatizing proportions. 

Val had fucked more than one partner into the ground, both male and female, and many of them outranking her in age and experience. The shaggy haired barbarian was simply a natural ravisher, a sexual dynamo at her very core, but she had never faced an opponent like Kamuka before, who's pussy took the beating Val was dishing out and then asked for more. Val would eat the queen's dark pussy so voraciously that when she came she'd gush like a geyser and stain the carriage's ceiling, but Kamuka never seemed to get tired. The queen would retaliate by sucking on Val's nipples with such expert pressure that Val would momentarily lose her mind with bliss, and when she came she damn near pissed herself she was so out of it. 

Slapping, groping, grasping, spanking, biting, chewing, kissing, sucking, punching, and all-out-fucking filled the carriage ride for miles. 

Bala attended the clash of titans like a frightened kitten bouncing around two lionesses locked in mortal combat. She's dig up the queen's toys and dildos, lotions and oils, and anything else the combatants wanted, but eventually the time came when they wanted her. 

Vale grabbed Bala by her slender waist and ran her tongue along the skinny' girls stomach, causing Bala to whimper and squeal and squirm, but Val held her tight. The two dominatrixes took a small break to enjoy the waif together, and it wasn't long before poor skinny Bala was so over-fucked that she was drooling from her mouth and her eyes had gone white. Luckily for her, the two erotic giantesses finally decided to take a break, partly because the guard-captain warned that any more rocking back and forth would break the carriage's wheels. 

Val and Kamuka leaned back and relaxed, their naked bodies glistening with dried sweat and layers of sexual fluids. The kissed and patted and fed each other grapes, all the while talking. 

"Oh Val, you are a champion," Kamuka swooned. "It is so rare that I meet a woman able to keep up with me in bed. Please become my personal bodyguard. I'll pay you handsomely, and just think of the other benefits that guarding my body will grant you."

"Aren't you getting married?" Val asked, although her smile was coy.

Kamuka moaned and rolled over. "If my husband were half the lover that you are, I'd be happy. But I'm afraid that isn't the case. Everything I've heard about Prince Lorian implies that he is a more of a little girl than a man, and cannot stand even a few moments of pleasure without climaxing. It is a wonder. I knew his mother quite intimately, and she was a lioness in bed, insatiable and aggressive. I hear her daughters inherited their mother's sexual appetite (which I am excited to find out for myself) but unfortunately her son is truly a disappointment as a lover and as a man."

"How unlucky."

"It is . . . but only for him."

"What do you mean."

A wicked, almost evil smile crept onto Kamuka's full lips. "I don't plan on being some little boy's trophy. I am a tigress. A Goddess! A Goddess of domination and conquest. This marriage may just be for political purposes, but I fully intend to usurp the Chovaughnian throne for myself, and bring all of this kingdom's territory under Sutra's control. I'll ravish its land for resources, I'll use its sons as fodder for war, I'll sell its blonde daughters at the flesh markets of foreign kings. I am going to utterly, completely, and totally RAPE this kingdom! And I am going to turn it's little faggot prince into my personal BITCH!" 

Kamuka let out an evil laugh and clawed at the air, her breasts bouncing wildly and her beautiful eyes sparkling with insane glee. 

"Oh . . . alright," Val said. She had not seen this side of Kamuka before (granted they had only known each other for a few hours, and most of that was spent bumping pussies). Normally Val was aroused by women who had a hint of insanity or danger in their character, but that was in rogues and bards and witches. Having such personality traits in a queen could lead to massive wars, repressive empires, and even genocides. Suddenly she wasn't so sure about taking that bodyguard job. 

"I'm pretty sure even if Prince Lorian is a little bitch like you say, he still won't let you do those things to his kingdom."

"He won't have much of a choice, thanks to you," Kamuka said. 

"Pardon?"

Kamuka retrieved the wooden box that Val had recovered from that busty orc, and she opened it to reveal a simple golden ring. "This is the ring I am going to give to Prince Lorian."

"It's . . . um . . . nice."

"More than 'nice,' this ring is an artifact of ancient power, one of several built by a long dead order of sorceresses for the purpose of forging nations and conquering the world. This ring has a powerful enchantment on it, that whoever should place the ring on the hand of another person will gain complete control over them, even should the giver ask the receiver to commit suicide, or murder their own loved ones. Understand?"

"No . . . not really."  

Kamuka grumbled. She wanted her lover to understand how certain her conquest was going to be. "Alright, watch this."

Kamuka ordered the caravan to a halt by a small lake that was ringed by tall trees and cliffs. A crystal clear waterfall seethed with mist off in the distance, and it was to this location that Kamuka led Val, Bala, and a single horse to find some privacy. Once they were far enough away from the guards that they couldn't be seen, Kamuka tied the horse's reigns to a large tree, and then she grabbed one of Bala's slender hands.

"Mistress, what are you-"

But the moment the ring slipped onto Bala's finger she was silent, as if her mind had just been snuffed out like a candle. Her eyes were wide and blank, but she stayed standing up perfectly straight. 

"Now," Kamuka said to Bala. "Go over to that horse and suck its cock. Suck its cock until it cums, and make sure to gobble down every drop of its seed."

Bala nodded and stumbled over to the horse like a hypnotized sleepwalker, kneeling between the horses legs and reaching for its massive cock without any hesitation. The horse whined, but when Bala started to stroke it's monstrous penis with both hands and lick its oddly shaped head the horse started to enjoy itself. It wasn't long before it was cumming all over the slender girl's face and chest, and Bala began to shovel the copious cup-fulls of cum into her mouth. 

"You . . . have got . . . to be kidding me," Val said, horrified by what she saw. 

"Now do you see me sweet? All the world will one day bow before me, and I want you by my side when-"

CRACK!

The moment Kamuka turned to Val she saw the barbarian's first flying into her face, but it was too late. Val's fist cracked against the queen's jaw like a warhammer, and she was unconscious before she hit the muddy ground. 

#####

Val raced through the streets of Chovaughn as fast as her tired legs would carry her, jumping through windows and dodging into alleys, but no matter how fast she went the Sutra guards were never far behind. She desperately gripped the evil ring in her hand, unable to stash it anywhere because she was still totally naked, and unfortunately being the only completely nude brunette woman in a city full of at least partially clothed blondes made her stand out, which made it easy for the mounted guards to find her. 

Val wasn't sure why she was doing this, but she knew she couldn't let something so powerful and evil be controlled by anyone, let alone a crazy bitch like Kamuka turned out to be. Val honestly didn't give a flying fuck about the arrogant, blue-eyed, pale-skinned people of Chovaughn (in fact the idea of them all being raped by dark skinned foreigners amused her) but how long would it be before Kamuka turned her conquests to the mountains of the north: Val's home. 



After climbing up onto the roof of a bakery and moving from rooftop to rooftop like a naked acrobat Val was finally able to escape the angry horseman, and minutes later she knew she was safe when she got to a hidden alcove on the roof of a five story building. 

Val nearly regurgitated she was so exhausted. She had been running at full sprint for over three miles from the place she had knocked out Kamuka, and although she was able to scale the city walls of Chovaughn and escape into the crowded marketplace the Sutra guards had never lost sight of her until now. More than once she had felt an arrow just wiz by her ass, which was marred by enough scars already in her opinion.

She was safe though, and the evil ring was in her hand. 

WHIP!!!

Suddenly the sky was spinning and the ground beneath Val's feet spun away. It wasn't until she came to a stop and her breasts were hanging the wrong way that she realized she was hung upside down. An almost invisible cord had wrapped around her ankle and triggered some kind of trap that left her hanging in the air like a dead duck. 

She heard a small metallic clicking sound and realized that the ring was rolling on the ground beneath her. She had dropped it. 




The Diadem of Domination 03



"Thank you very much," a sweet voice said. 

Val looked up to see a naked little girl picking up the ring. Well, she wasn't completely naked, but she wasn't wearing much. The girl had short black hair that was a little messy, a cute face with very large blue eyes, and large round ears. She was surprisingly busty for a child, and her only clothing was a tightly cinched bodice and a tiny leather thong that left her perky buttocks exposed. She was wearing leather boots and leather gloves, and from a belt around her waist hung a dagger and a little purse. It was into this purse that the little girl put the magic ring. 

"Hey! Wait!" Val yelled. "Little girl, you don't know what you're doing!"

"Little girl?" the child snorted. "I'm older than you are. Heck, I may be older than your mother, human."

"Human?" And Suddenly Val understood. This busty little body didn't belong to a prepubescent child, but a fully developed Halfling. 

Val hated Halflings. Dwarves were easy to spot because they were twice as wide as a human and always thickly bearded. Gnomes were hard to miss because they had big, crooked noses and crooked fangs. Goblins were green for fuck's sake. But Halflings, well, the really just looked like children, even the old ones. Despite their human appearance Halflings were much closer to their cousins the elves and dwarves, because they also could live for hundreds of years, were more adapt at certain kinds of magic, and had a powerful, almost erotic obsession with gold and gems. 

"Gimme that ring back, you little bitch!" Val screamed. 

"Nu-uh," the Halfling taunting, wiggling her ass in Val's face. "I stole it from you fair and square, and now all that reward money is mine, mine, mine!"

"Reward money? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't act like you weren't after the same thing. Queen Moraine's been spreading word around the Thieves' Guilds for weeks that anyone who steals her son's fiancé's wedding ring will get paid like crazy! I mean, piles of gold and shit. Every thief and bandit in a hundred miles is after this ring."

"Well, I guess that explains the orcs for earlier," Val mumbled to herself. "Look! I'm not a thief . . . at least not right now. I stole that ring because it's dangerous. You can't let Queen Kamuka have it, you can't let Queen Moraine have it, you can't let ANYONE have it!"

"Whatever stork, you're just jealous because your plan was stupid and my plan was super brilliant and awesome. I mean, what was your plan? Fuck Queen Kamuka until she was too tired to walk and steal the ring from her? That obviously didn't work out very well, judging by the way you've been running through the streets all naked. See, my plan was smart. I figured whoever stole the ring from Kamuka was headed for the palace anyway, so I'd just steal it from the thief who stole it from her. I was going to steal it from Boarla the Orc but I saw you cut her in half (I've been tailing you for a while), but I suppose you're just as good as a patsy as she would have been, rest her soul. So now you know how smart I am. Smart! I'm smart! Stupid! That's you."

Val growled. "I'm going to shove my fist so far up your ass that I'll be able to punch your face from the inside."

"Oooo, look at the scary barbarian hanging in my trap. I think you need to chill out for while. Later bitch! Oh, and when the other thieves asked who bested you, tell them it was Penny Purse!"

Penny laughed childishly as she ran away, her little thong-clad ass shaking cutely as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop. Val was so sore and tired that she screamed in pain just reaching up to grab the ropes holding her leg in place, but the moment she had them in hand she was able to snap them easily. Her body struck the ground and it was over a minute before she was able to stand, and the moment she did she looked for the palace. She saw it rising higher than any other building, surrounded by various tiers of walled gardens. She knew that Penny was headed there, and most likely so was Kamuka. 

#####

"How do I look, mother?" Lorian asked as he came out of the changing room in his wedding dress. 

"Like a total faggot," Morain responded without even really looking up from cleaning her nails. 

In the Kingdom of Chovaughn men and women dressed similarly, which was to say the both wore skimpy thongs of lace and various sorts of transparent lingerie to cover their amazing bodies. This was a cultural trait that often provoked mockery from other kingdoms, but the Chovaughnians took pride in their superior forms, and flaunted them whenever they got the chance. 

Most of Lorian's short but athletically built body was almost completely bare, his tremendous package barely contained by a ludicrously small white thong, and his shoulders were covered by an elegant white cloak. He wore gloves and boots of fine white leather that were studded with diamonds and emeralds, but it really was hard for anyone to notice anything other than his giant cock.

"When do you think Queen Kamuka will get here," Lorian asked while checking out his butt in the mirror.

"Hopefully not before her ring does."

"What?"

"Nothing." 

"My Queen!" Bebe yelled suddenly bursting into the prince's waiting room. She was wearing nothing by a tiny towel wrapped around her sparkling body. She hadn't gotten dressed since her bath with the queen. "There's an intruder in ze palace. A little girl wearing-"

Suddenly a little girl wearing nothing by a leather thong and tight bodice slid across the ground between Bebe's long legs. The girl whipped Bebe's towel away and cracked it across the naked maid's perky ass, making a loud CRACK sound. Bebe squealed and fell to her knees, clutching her reddening cheek. The girl then expertly somersaulted into the air and landed on her feet just inches away from where the queen was sitting, and the child held out a ring to her. 

"Your royal hotness, I present to you the wedding ring of Queen Kamuka," the girl happily said. "I am Penny Purse. The greatest, most talented, and most beautiful thief in the land, and I am here to claim my reward."

"A thief?" Prince Lorian asked. "Mother, what is a thief doing with my fiancé's wedding ring?"

"Shut the fuck up, sweetie," Moraine said, taking the ring into her hands and gazing upon it with lusty greed. "This ring is the reason I arranged this whole fucking marriage. I knew that stupid bitch Kamuka would bring it here, and now it's mine. All mine!"

"But, mother. I thought you said that my marriage was arranged-"

"And I said shut the FUCK UP! This ring is the reason I'm going to stay in control of this kingdom. This ring is the reason why I'll be able to make Chovaughn into an empire! With this ring, I can control anyone. But . . . maybe I should test it first. Bebe, get your ass over here!"

"Coming," Bebe said, strutting over while rubbing her naked butt. She gave little Penny a nasty look before presenting herself to her queen. 

"Give me your hand," the queen said, slipping the ring onto one of Bebe's long fingers.

"Oh, my Queen! I did not know zat two woman could get married. I am zo happy that . . . aaaahhhhh . . ."

The tall maid's eyes suddenly went blank, as if her mind had been blown away. 

The queen snickered evilly. "Now, Bebe. Go grab a sword from off that wall, and cut this thief's head off."

"My head!" Penny squealed clutching her neck. "But . . . I like my head! And what about my reward?"

The queen smiled smugly and shrugged her shoulders. "The only reward a thief deserves is death. Bebe?"

The naked gazelle pried an ornamental sword free from the wall, and despite being for decoration the sword was actually quite sharp, as evident when Bebe accidentally swung it into a plant and cleanly cut it in half. She groaned mindlessly, like a zombie, and then charged at Penny swinging the sword wildly. 

"Dammit!" screamed Penny. "That naked barbarian bitch was right!" 

#####

"Stop her! She's heading for the Princes-ACK!"

The guard had been too distracted yelling orders to follow how quickly the naked barbarian girl was moving. The veteran guard had protected the palace for twenty tears, and for ten years before that he was a decorated soldier who fought in over four wars, but he was no match for the berserk barbarian bitch who came tearing into the castle. She leapt into the air and wrapped her powerful legs around his neck, spinning in a summersault and slamming him headfirst into the ground. 

"Captain!" A handsome young guard yelled as he watched the man he respected more than his own father get knocked unconscious. He was indeed a pretty boy, so pretty that Val actually felt bad for smashing his face in with her fist. 

Two more guards wielding swords slashed at her, which was a big mistake, because both of them found themselves disarmed and with broken arms. Now Val was duel-wielding two swords as she charged through the palace like a tornado of blades.

A lovely young woman in an expensive dress had the misfortune of walking by just as Val was rampaging through, and just for fun the barbarian slashed at the damsel's tight dress, shredding it into strips and leaving the squealing woman totally naked. Val was tempted to stay and gently torture the cute royal for a little while longer, but her blood was already boiling and she was to aroused to stop moving now. 

"We'll stop her here men!" another guard-captain was yelling. "She can't take all twenty of us!"

But she did. She whooped the shit out of them and not a single one walked away without a broken bone or ruptured testicle, but they did all leave alive. Val had absolutely no problem with killing people, especially these soft, arrogant city-folk, but only when it was due to her own reasons for killing. This situation was not of her making really, and she did not want to be responsible for their deaths. 

Penny on the other hand . . . that little slut was going to die . . . slowly.

#####

When Val kicked down the giant golden doors that led to the prince's changing rooms she found a situation totally out of control. 

First thing she saw was Penny, whose childlike body was rolling and running along the walls as she tried to escape the lethal sword swipes of a naked woman with slick black hair.

Lightning and fire was crackling and bursting at the other end of the room. Kamuka was there, who must have burst onto the scene only moments before in her own pursuit of her magic ring, but she was currently engaged in a magical duel with a gorgeous blonde woman with massive tits that Val didn't recognize, but Val was sure that this was Queen Moraine. It was obvious that they were both powerful sorceresses, as both were summoning lightning bolts and fireballs to launch against the other, but although the chaotic storm of magic was enough to rip their clothing away it was a complete stalemate. 

A final figure caught her eye. A little blonde boy of about her own age was hiding behind on overturned table, shivering like a little bitch and nearly crying in terror. He was cute though, and his body was surprisingly well built for a little guy, and Val's sex-senses really started to tingle when her eyes were drawn to his crotch. This little cowardly young man was sporting one of the largest dongs she had ever seen an a human, and despite the boy's lack of rugged manliness which usually turned Val on, she knew she wanted to fuck that boy's cock until his balls were slapping against her taint.

Rolling across the floor to avoid the warring parties, Val came up right next to the boy. 

"You must be Prince Lorian," Val said. "I've heard some things about you."

"W-who are you?" he asked, ready to piss himself. 

"I'm the only person here who isn't complete shit!" she yelled at him. "Now tell me what the fuck is going on so I can fix this!"

Lorian quickly explained that his mother had used his marriage as a ruse to lure Kamuka to Chovaughn just so she could steal Kamuka's magic ring, which seemed to be able to control people because the moment she had placed it onto Bebe's hand the maid became like a mindless zombie, and was suddenly trying to kill the thief who stole the ring, Penny Purse. Val asked how Lorian figured into all this, and he admitted that he was just being used. He explained that his mother resented relinquishing her power to him now that he was of age, and that he didn't really blame her because of what a useless coward he was. 

"For fuck's sake!" Val rolled her eyes. "How can someone with such a giant dick be such a total loser. I don't even have a dick and I'm more of a man than you are. If I had your dick, I'd fuck everyone in here so hard they'd . . . WAIT! I have an idea!"

"What?" Lorian asked, but Val just shoved him aside. 

The naked barbarian charged over to where Penny and Bebe were fighting, and when Penny saw Val coming over she beamed with a smile of hope. 

"Val! You've come to save-"

THUD!!!

Penny's hopeful wish was cut short when Val's foot came up with the most devastating cunt-punt that Penny had ever imagined. The kick to her pussy was so hard that it actually launched her into the air, where Val grabbed her body by the ankles and then swung her like a weapon into Bebe's face. Penny was tossed unconscious against the wall and Bebe dropped her sword, but she was still driven by the ring's magic to try and kill the thief.

Val grabbed Bebe by her hair with one hand and by her crotch with the other. With incredibly strength and a twist of her hips she lifted the tall maid into the air and then slammed Bebe's body spine-first across her knee. The impact was so powerful that it actually broke the spell, and Bebe screamed in pain before losing consciousness, and the ring slipped from her finger.

"On no," Kamuka said, noticing Val. "That treacherous bitch has my ring!" 

"You mean MY ring, whore!" Moraine yelled, and she kept their battle going even though their stalemate prevented either of them from stopping Val. "It doesn't matter! She can't put it onto either of us without getting blasted by our magic."

Val smiled. "That's not my plan."

She grabbed Prince Lorian by the front of his tiny thong and pulled him to his feet with a painful tug that caused him to whimper and tremble as the tight lace cut into his balls. As soon as he was standing he felt Val's firm breasts pushing against his chest, and he looked up to see the face of what was in his mind the most beautiful girl in the entire world. 

And then she put the ring on him.

"Alright slave," Val said. "You are going to stop acting like such a little bitch, and you are going to fuck both those queens over there until neither of them can walk. You are going to rape their pussies until they break. You are going to fuck their assholes until they're loose enough for my fist to go up them. You are going to fill them with your cum until its oozing out their eyeballs. You are going to rape their fucking brains out until they promise, they SWEAR, to submit to your will as king."

Lorian turned with a serious, resolved look on his face. He looked terrifying, no longer the sweet little boy from before. His cock was fully erect and visible pulsing with veins as his entire body channeling every ounce of his life-force into his sexual organ, and his testicles began to swell with potent, thick semen. His cock strained against his tiny thong until the material snapped and his underwear went flying like a broken rubber-band. His muscles bulged obscenely, his once smooth chest now stacked with abdominals like a maze of power, and his arms looked strong enough to rip a woman's clothing off using just one finger. As a small, clear drop of cum started to ooze from the tip of his cock, Kamuka and Moraine realized just how deep the shit was that they were in. 

"But . . . but I'm your mother," Moraine stuttered. 

"I'm . . . I'm a Goddess," Kamuka whimpered. 

"Not anymore," Val said. "After this, you two will be nothing but broken fuck-toys."

#####

It took several days, but eventually they broke. Driven by the power of the ring and his natural endowment, Lorian fucked his mother and ex-fiance with a brutal and devastating efficiency that normally only a machine could achieve. Day after day, hour after hour, minute by back-breaking minute he fucked them, and the only small reprieve they got was when he'd shift his focus from one of them to the other.

In those days the palace was torn apart as if it had been ransacked by an army of barbarians, but in reality it had been the devastating force of Prince Lorian, the one-man orgy, which destroyed the palace. Bed-frames were shattered, carpets were stained, silken sheets were torn apart by clawing nails and flailing limbs. 

All of those foolish enough to have stayed in the palace suffered for it, for any warm, pliable hole that got within ten feet of the unstoppable prince found themselves being stripped naked and dragged to the floor. It only took Lorian a few hours to pulverize a dozen courtesans and more than a few young valets into complete sexual oblivion, but his attention always returned to his two favorite victims. 

Only two woman dared to stay in the palace after the first day, two who were smart enough to keep their distance from the ravishing little noble. Bebe and Bala took refuge together in the palace, taking comfort in each other's company and their bodies. They were too loyal to their respective mistresses to leave, but too afraid to attempt a rescue. 

It was on the morning of the fifth day that Bebe and Bala heard Prince Lorian calling to them.

"Anyone still here!" his voice echoed through the halls. "Hey! I'm fucking hungry! Someone get me something to eat!"

Bebe had never heard the timid prince speak so forcefully before. Curious, she crept through the halls to his bedroom and peaked in. The room was a desolation of carnal excess. The air was humid and hot, reeking of the salty smells of wanton sex. The floor was carpeted in naked, glistening bodies, all of them writhing in various states of exhausted unconsciousness. 

Bebe crept in, taking care not to step on any of the sleeping revelers, and she was shocked to see that some of the princesses were amongst them. Bebe almost screamed when she felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist, but she looked back and saw that it was only Bala. The frightened little waif had followed her new lover into the lion's den.

Bebe heard the sound of hard muscle slapping against soft flesh, and when she looked open the shattered surface of Lorian's bed her jaw dropped. Queen Moraine was on her back with her legs spread wide open, her breasts loudly slapping back and forth as her body was pummeled by her small son's massive cock. Her face was tired and retarded, her tongue was hanging out like a beaten dog's, and her cheeks were black with all the mascara her tears and pulled down her face. Her large breasts slapped back and forth so violently that they'd hit her in face occasionally, and spurts of milk would gush from her hard nipples. 

"Ready for another mom?" Lorian grunted. "Here it cums, you FUCKING BITCH!"

Bebe watched his cute little buttocks clinch tightly, and he held himself still and deep in his battered mother's body, ejaculating so loudly that both Bebe and Bala could hear his seed splattering into her womb. 

When he was finally done he was gasping and shuddering, dripping with sweat from his exhausting efforts. His orgasm had been so powerful that it almost looked painful, and judging by the look of the other ruined maidens in the room he had gone though many such orgasms.

Lorian pulled out, his massive cock slurping free with a sputter of cum, and he let his mother's comatose body slowly slump to the floor at an awkward angle. Loran grasped his cock with both hands and gingerly stroked it, working out the last dollops of backed-up cum clogging his shaft, splattering it all over his sex-stained cotton sheets.




The Diadem of Domination 03



Bala gasped. "Mistress Kamuka!"

Queen Kamuka was also there, hanging from the ceiling in a torture device dragged up from the dungeons. She hung parallel to the ground, her mouth pride open by a metal ring, and her legs held apart by leather straps. She was literally dripping with cum, and from the look of the imprints on her flesh from the leather belts she had been hanging there for a couple days. 

"Where have you two bitches been hiding?" Lorian asked as he walked over, cruelly kicking naked girls aside as he approached his maid and her little lover. "I was pretty sure I hadn't rape you yet."

"We . . . we," Bebe was too shaken to speak. Waves of sexual energy were emanating from Lorian's body that reverberated in her chest, and the thick musk of pheromones wafting from his smooth body was enough to make her drunk. Bebe could barely speak she was so inebriated by his presence. 

Lorian quickly got impatient and he slapped Bebe across the face, sending the tall women to her butt on the floor. Bala squeaked and he backhanded her as well, knocking her flat on her back.  



"My prince!" Bebe cried. "What haz happened to you?"

Lorian chuckled. "I've finally found a way to bring out my full potential. Watch." He lifted his hand up, the one on which the magic ring had been placed by Val. He pulled it off, and then put it back on. He pulled it off, and then put it back on again.

Bebe's narrow blue eyes went wide. "How . . . how are you doing this?"

"Once I satisfied that barbarian bitch's orders and fucked both my mother and Kamuka into total submission the ring just fell off. After that I had an idea. If the ring gives you complete power over the person you put it on, what would happen when you put it on yourself? That's when I discovered the ring's true power, to make someone their own master. To bring out their true, total, dominant nature. This ring is finally allowing me to act like the big-dicked stud I'm supposed to be, and with it I will rule this kingdom with an iron will."

"My . . . my king!" Bebe said happily. "I'm so proud of you. I-GLUNK!"

Her praise was silence by a wet chocking sound as Lorian pushed his hardening, cum-slickened cock into her mouth and down her throat. He began to rock her head back and forth in long, merciless strokes, fucking her throat harder than she had ever allowed him before.

"Shut the fuck up," he said, gagging her with his cock. "Do you think a king like me cares what some trashy slut thinks. Once I'm done filling your stomach I want to get mine filled, so you'll get your scrawny ass down to the kitchen and whip me up a feast. Got it bitch?"

Bebe nodded as she happily allowed her king to rape her throat.

"And you!" he turned to Bala who was crawling over to where Kamuka was hung. She froze like a bunny cornered by a wolf. "I haven't fucked you yet. That is unacceptable. Get on your fucking knees right now, and show me that tight little pussy of yours."

"But-"

"I said . . . NOW!"

Bala whimpered and did as she was told, getting on her knees and flashing her tight, wet little pussy at him. She hadn't been penetrated by anything larger than a lady's finger in quite a while, so it was obvious just how tight she was. 

Lorian chuckled. "Good. I'm going to have fun ripping that apart while this cum-dumpster here makes my lunch. Speaking of which, here's your lunch you filthy, worthless whore!"

He grabbed both sides of her head and slammed forward, his balls slapping against her chin, and his came. His magically enhanced seed flooded her stomach, her throat, her mouth, and started to explode out her nose and lips, spilling across her chest and legs.

Lorain looked down at her and looked into her tear-filled eyes. She was quivering from the lack of oxygen as his sticky cum filled her airways, and he laughed. "It's good to be king."

#####

Not far from the castle, in the basement of an abandoned inn, another little girl was getting her nether regions 'ripped apart,' as Val took out her vengeance on the petite Penny Purse, the Halfling thief. 

Val had noticed the inn on her initial dash through the city while fleeing Kamuka's guards, and so when it became obvious that the castle was not going to be a safe place to be thanks to Lorian's uncontrollable fuck-fest, Val immediately thought of this place. Penny was so small and light that carrying her here had been no problem at all, and by the time the unconscious little girl regained her senses she was already chained by wrist and ankle to the bed-frame of a dirty old cot.

Penny awoke as Val splashed a bucket of water across her body.

"What! What's going on?" Penny squeaked, coughing as the water filled her mouth and tickled her naked skin. 

She looked up to Val, the nineteen year old barbarian with the large, firm breasts and the toned, flat stomach. She was dressed in skin-tight leather, a tight bodice and studded straps that clung to her tits and ass at painful looking angles. She was slapping a riding crop against her palm, making a cracking sound. Jutting from her waist was a big, black dildo that split at the base with a small appendage, designed to penetrate two holes at once. Penny's big blue eyes quaked at the sight of Val's sadistic smile.

"Like my new shit?" Val asked as she waved her hand over all of her torture implements of bondage and sadomasochism. "I found them all in Kamuka's carriage. Her guards abandoned it when they fled the city, and I thought that this kinky shit was far too much fun to throw away."

"What . . . what are you going to do to me?"

"Well my little thief," Val said as she applied some messy lubricant to her painfully large dildo. "I was just thinking about what a pain in my ass you've been, and so I thought, why don't I become a pain in YOUR ass."

Penny screamed as she felt the cold, slick tip of Val's rubber cock press against the very small, very virgin hole of her anus. She screamed a lot, first in fear, then in pain, and finally, in mind-shattering pleasure.

#####

After several days when things in the Kingdom of Chovaughn finally started going back to normal and the young Prince Lorian became king, Val left the walled city with a new set of clothes and weapons. She purchased her new gear after selling all of Kamuka's secondhand sex-toys, the vast majority of them having just gotten fresh use on one very unlucky little Halfling. 

Val led Penny out of the city with nothing more than the threat that should the Halfling try to flee, Val would cut her in half. Having seen Val do that to Boarla the Orc, Penny knew she wasn't kidding. And even if the exhausted little cutie had tried to run she wouldn't have gotten far. Val had spent the last few days fucking her so thoroughly that she could barely walk as it was. Her pussy freely leaked with honey as she shivered from the after-quakes of dozens of orgasms, and her asshole was so loose she could have shoved half her hand up it without much resistance. Also, her hands were bound behind her back under a small cape, so that no one could see that she was a prisoner. 

None of the guards questioned them as they left the gates. To most people it would have looked like two sister leaving the city for a nice summer's day walk, since most people could barely tell the difference between a Halfling and a humans child, and those that did took a second look only did so to stare at Val's firm breasts and perfect ass. 

Not long after leaving the city Val led Penny off of the road and found a fresh tree-stump left by some local lumberjack, and Val kicked the little girl over it, so that her little ass wiggled in the air, and her head protruded off the side of the stump. Val tore her dirty cape off, her only real clothing, leaving the little Halfling naked except for the ropes binding her hands. Penny heard a long metallic whisper as Val unsheathed her new sword from its sheath, and out of the corner of her vision she saw Val raising the sword above her little neck. 

"Oh please, oh please, oh please," Penny cried, believing that at any second her little head was going to get sliced off. "I'm sorry I used you. I'm sorry I hung you from that trap. I'm sorry I stole the ring. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you about Queen Moraine. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

SLICE!

Penny was sure that she was dead, but instead of her head falling off and rolling away the only thing that came undone was the ropes binding her hands together. She rubbed her wrists and looked up at Val. The barbarian was smiling down at her. 

"You're . . . you're letting me go?"

Val shrugged. "I really was thinking about killing you, but you said you're sorry, and I believe you. Besides, fucking you senseless these last couple of days have been fun. In my village everyone is big and strong and dominant. I've never had a sub before, someone I could toy with for my own enjoyment. So . . . sure. You are free to go."

Val leaned down and gave Penny a soft, loving kiss on her perky lips, and then turned to leave the little Halfling to her own devices, but just as she was walking away she felt a small hand slap across her ass. 

"Hey!" Val whined, reaching down to discover that her money-purse had just been stolen. 

Penny was dangling Val's purse from her little hand, smiling so wide she had to bite her lip.

"Oh no," Penny said in mock concern. "I just stole all your money. Looks like I haven't been reformed at all. I guess you're going to have to catch me again."

She laughed, and darted off into the woods, shaking her little ass as she went. Val smiled and inhaled deeply, taking off after her, having never been so happy to be robbed before.



The Diadem of Domination



Penny was watching all of this nervously, shaking in her little shorts. She and Delilah had been sitting on a garden bench in the courtyard as Val told Solaria about the priestess's quest to reclaim the Diadem of Domination from Kor, which Solaria admitted sounded interesting, but it seemed the only thing she was really interested in was humiliating Val. 

Val finally turned and started marching away. "Fuck this cunt! C'mon Penny, Delilah. We're leaving!"

"Wait!" Delilah gasped, cutting in front of Val so that their large breasts bounced against one another. Delilah wrapped her arms around Val's athletic waist and desperately clenched the firm cheeks of her ass. "Val . . . please. We need an elf to help us get through the ruins, and the fact that Solaria is an experienced sorceress makes her all the more valuable."

Val clenched her teeth and stood there reluctantly, but her stiff body melted as Delilah kissed her, moaning sensually into the barbarian's mouth as their tongues wrestled together. For a moment Val forgot about the world as the priestess drew her into a hot, wet little universe, but when Delilha pulled away Val's sense returned.

Val grumbled. "Fine." She turned around and went back to Solaria, who was actually looking a little jealous after witnessing such an arousing, Sapphic kiss. "I need your help, Solaria. I, Val of the North, need you, Solaria El'Shalathor, to help me! Alright! HELP ME!"

Solaria's angular blue eyes blinked in surprise that the dirty cavewoman actually consented to her demand. The elf softly smiled, turned around, and bent over. Her tight green leotard was a thong, revealing two golden, perfectly curved globes of tight, young buttocks.

"Kiss it," Solaria said. "Kiss my hot, golden ass."

Val inhaled deeply in rage, breasts thrusting outward. She brought up her fist readying to punch the bitchy elf right in her face, but Penny and Delilah leapt up to stop her, holding back her arms. 

"You fucking cunt, slut, bitch, elf-whore!" Val raged, dragging both Delilah and Penny along the grass. "I'm going to reach up your cunt and rip out your ovaries, and then-"

"If you want my help, you have to kiss my ass," Solaria sang, barely suppressing a giggle. 

"FUCKING POINTY EARED BITCH! I'm going to-"

"Val, please," Delilah begged.

Val looked into the priestesses purple eyes and melted once again. The night they had spent together really had been something, and although Val wouldn't have given up her little love-bug Penny for anything, Delilah had still been the best lover she had ever taken to bed. Val could barely explain it, but she wanted to keep Delilah with her, and to please her. Thinking on this, Val bit her lip and groaned. 

"Fine," she said, turning back to Solaria. "I'll . . . I'll do it."

Val fell to her knees and Solaria looked incredibly shocked, her knifepoint chin falling to the ground. Despite having made the demand, the sorceress had never actually imagined the stubborn barbarian would ever consent to something so humiliating, but she was, and that made Solaria extremely wet.

Val kneeled down, grabbed the elf by her slender waist, and reluctantly planted a dry, passionless kiss onto her firm buttock, making a little 'smack' sound as she did so.

"You call that a kiss?" Solaria complained. "I kiss my mother with more tongue than that. Don't just peck my ass . . . fucking make out with it."

Val growled again as he messy brown hair bristled, but when she looked back to the lovely Delilah her heart (and pussy) melted once again. Val swallowed her pride, turned back, stuck out her tongue and began to gingerly, erotically lick the soft, smooth skin of Solaria's ass, imagining that it actually Delilah's she was kissing.

When it was finally over Val was blushing deeply, and so was Solaria as she realized how arousing being worshiped by Val was. Without explanation she tugged at the straps of her tight leotard and peeled it off her elegant, perfect body, slipping the expensive garment off her ankle and tossing it away. Naked, she strutted over to a bench in the shade of a willow tree, sat down, and spread her long legs open wide, revealing a shiny pink vagina. Solaria was breathing heavily. "Now be a good little bitch, crawl over here, and eat me."

Val's fingers dug into the dirt. "You fucking little-"

But Val's anger evaporated as she felt a cool, electric hand groping between her legs. She looked up to see the dark skinned priestess leaning over her, with her large brown breasts pouring out of her robes. The soft, pleading look in her eyes was enough to break Val's pride, though, and the barbarian girl could only whimper as she crawled, like a bitch, over to the elf's very excited pussy. 

Even as Val's sturdy, rough tongue started to gently lap as the fresh folds of Solaria's vulva, the sorceress could not believe it. Her long legs trembled with a small, subtle orgasm simple from the unimaginable sight, and she let out a little gasp of sensual, almost submissive delight. She looked up to see the dark skinned priestess approaching her, already removing the brooch which held up her slinky robes. As they fell away Solaria looked upon the most beautiful, most delicious set of breasts she had ever seen, and it almost shamed her to see them on a human. Delilah's large, dark nipples were glistening wetly in the sun, already moist with a sheen of warm milk. Solaria looked up at Delilah with an expression of bewildered arousal, her wide oval eyes begging for permission, which the priestess granted. She lowered on wide, chocolate nipple to the sorceress's mouth, and the elf began to suckle. 

Penny was so aroused by all this that she wasn't really even aware that she was masturbating, her little hand buried in the front of her shorts, heavily petting her aching, jealous pussy. Suddenly she felt two hands reach around her head and cover her eyes. 

"Guess who?" a familiar voice sang with childish enthusiasm.

"On no," Penny squeaked.

"That's right! It's your sister!"

Penny turned around to see her twin sister, although for twins they couldn't have been less alike. Lira had grown her black hair lengthy and thick, and it was tied into a wide decorative braid that was as long as she was, all of about four feet. Her rounded ears were studded with two, large elegant piercings, unlike Penny's miscellaneous earrings. Lira was also much bustier, seeming less like a child and more like a compact, curvy little woman, which she openly displayed with a flimsy skirt and tight bodice that pushed her gummy tits up and out like a curved balcony. Lira had the same large blue eyes and childish face as he sister though, but their personalities were also different. Both had left their humble shire quite young to live amongst the human cities. Penny scraped by pinching coins and valuables, while Lira learned to play the mandolin and made herself a total whore. While Penny had to sneak and stab for every coin she made, Lira quite literally took in on her back. Penny thought this was quite unfair, as Lira also got all the magic in the family. 

"Sis," Lira squealed happily. "I couldn't help but overhear your lover inviting Solaria on your little quest and oh . . . my . . . GOODNESS it sounds like ever so much fun! I'd be happy to go along."

Penny's eyebrow was twitching. "I wasn't inviting you."

"But I would love it if she did come," Delilah the priestess interrupted them. She was strutting over from the bench, her purple dress wrapped around her motherly waist like a towel, her large breasts bouncing with every step and literally dripping with milk. Penny looked past her to see that Val and Solaria had really started to go at and work out their differences through hard, fast, almost violent sex. The two tall vixens were rolling through the grass mauling each other with pinches and erotic strokes, their thighs slapping loudly against one another. 

Delilah stoked Penny's back, and the shivers it sent through her spine were electric. "A practiced bard such as your sister could really help us. There are certain magical spells that can only be done and undone through the use of music. She would be a wonderful fifth member to our party."

Penny grumbled sourly, but the mere touch and scent of the dark woman made her pussy so wet that she couldn't say no. "Lira's no good in a real fight . . . but . . . alright."

"Yeah!" Lira cheered, her breasts bouncing. She spied Delilah's milk-dripping nipple and licked her puckered lips, smiling kittenishly. "I think we should celebrate with a drink."

Delilah smiled and blushed, her face turning a beautiful shade of reddish brown. "Well . . . alright. Val and Solaria have already tasted me so . . . go ahead." She was so tall that she had to lean over a bit just so her chocolate nipples came to the Halflings mouth-level. 

"Don't mind if I do," Lira giggled. First she tweaked one of the priestess's large nipples, just enough to wake it back up to its full erection, and then she sucked down on it with a loud, happy 'num' sound. Instantly her little chipmunk cheeks began to swell with milk, and she joyfully gulped it down. Delilah's reaction was instantaneous. Her legs began to quiver as her dark brown lips made a big, wide 'O' shape. She was so sensitive that the stimulation to her breasts alone seemed to be enough to push her into orgasm. 

Penny just starred at this wide-eyed and drooling slightly. 

"You . . . (moan) . . . you can have some to," Delilah said, shuddering with pleasure as she palmed her other big, juicy breast up to Penny.

Normally Penny did not consider herself to be 'into' such things. She was a lesbian, for sure, and she loved Val, absolutely, but she was not some perpetually horny little slut like her sister was. Still, if Delilah was being nice enough to offer her milk it would be rude to say no. 

Penny took the warm, soft nipple into her mouth, and milk was soon overflowing from her little mouth. 

"Good girls," Delilah whispered. " . . . very good girls." 

#####

Although the elven ruins in which Kor had supposedly taken refuge were only about a single day's journey to the North, Solaria still felt a need to overburden her horse with all sorts of clothes, supplies, and massage oils. Val (who was walking) criticized the pampered elf for being 'soft,' while Solaria retorted that being soft was better than being smelly.

The barbarian and the sorceress bickered the whole way, about everything from which path to travel to which spot to setup camp, yet it was clear that something had changed in their once unfriendly relationship, and beneath all the insults and arguments was stirring a friendly, passionate rivalry. A rivalry that got its first test the night they setup camp.

"Delilah, come sleep in my tent," Solaria said in a soft, erotic voice. She was leading the priestess by the wrist back to her large tent. "You, Lira, and I are going to have so much fun."

"Bullshit!" Val interrupted, taking Delilah by her other wrist and pulling her in the direction of another, smaller tent. "Delilah's going to sleep with me and Penny!" 

"Delilah is a priestess," Solaria said. "She uses magic. She should sleep with other magic users. It only makes sense."

"Yeah, well . . . fuck you," Val responded. "She hired me first, so I've got dibs on her."

"Excuse me," Delilah said, her tits rocking back and forth as she was fought over like a child's toy. "But . . . why can't all five of us share a tent? Won't that be so much more . . . fun?"

Solaria and Val growled and hissed at each other, but the elf nodded. 

"Alright lover," the elf said to Delilah, caressing one hand against the priestess's thigh. "I think it's time you met a real heroine."

Val took a firm grip of Delilah's butt, squeezing gently. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't even remember this pointy-eared bitch's name."

That night the two rivals made love to Delilah as if making love were war, and her body was the battlefield, as Lira and Penny watched from the sidelines, masturbating jealously. Screams of ecstasy echoed in the night, followed by the soft sounds of hungry mouths feeding on warm, plentiful milk. They fucked the poor priestess to the point that they were all too delirious to walk, and then they used her milk as sustenance to nourish themselves in their post-coital exhaustion. 

It was another long night for Delilah

#####

"There it is," Delilah said. "The Ruins of Shalaveer. Built by the elves millennia ago, long before the collapse of their once great empire and the rise of humankind."

The party emerged from the thick forests to the base of a grey, rocky mountain, from which rose a maze of marble columns and half-destroyed statues depicting handsome, muscular elven heroes in the nude. 

"Kor is somewhere in there," Delilah said almost longingly. "And with him, the Diadem of Domination."

They party ventured into the ruins, which were much larger and more complex than they could have imagined. The fallen walls and ruined buildings really were like a maze, with long, narrow roads that led off in random directions.

"Follow me," Solaria said, strutting ahead of Val. "This place might seem confusing to a human, but to an elf the layout makes perfect sense. I'll get us to the square, and from there were can figure out where Kor is hiding."

It wasn't long before the sexy sorceress led the party into a wide open area, a large square surrounded by the tall wrecks of once grand temples. And unfortunately, they weren't alone. Sitting around the smoky embers of a dying campfire were another five woman, all of them dangerous and haggard looking. Each of the five were of a different race; an orc, a human, a dark-elf, a werecat, and a dwarf. All of them were scarcely glad, and all of them were arousing sights in a certain way. 

"Intruders!" one of the five, the dark-elf, yelled. "They've come for Kor! That bitch priestess is with them! Kill her!"

The female orc screamed and rose to her feet, standing an impressive seven foot worth of voluptuous muscle, her large green breasts held down by a tight, thick leather belt. She charged Delilah's party, swinging a double-headed battle-axe that was almost as tall as the priestess was. 

But as fast and vicious as the buxom orc was, Val was twice as fact and twice as precise. Charging forward she leaned down, sticking out her beautiful thong-covered ass, and dashed past the orc bitch, her sword flashing quickly through the air. The orc's axe snapped into two pieces and flew in separate directions, leaving the half-naked warrior unarmed. 

"Bitch!" The female orc screamed, but before she could do anything else Val spun around and kicked her in the gut so powerfully that the green monster was launched into the air and dropped across a rock, where he body draped unconsciously. 

Val's party dispatched the rest with shameful superiority. The dark-elf was some kind of archer, although she wore nothing but a skimpy leather bikini, and she managed to fire just one arrow before Solaria fried her with a lightning bolt. The Dark elf screamed as her clothing burned from her body, and she also collapsed unconscious. 

The human was a middle-aged, voluptuous necromancer who wore nothing but a shredded black robe that flapped around her naked body like a cape. She chanted something as a demon began to take shape near her, but her summoning was cut short as a massive meteor of solid light fell from the sky and slammed her to the ground. Delilah's magic had been more powerful than what the necromancer could defend against.

The female dwarf was a short but curvaceous wench, and she swung a warhammer that looked as heavy as she was, but she didn't get to use it much before Penny nimbly somersaulted onto her shoulders and choked the air out the dwarf using nothing by her short, slender legs.

The werecat was a more agile vixen, wearing little more than black leather straps and armed with only a whip. She cracked the long, black, leather cord and it snapped around Penny's neck, choking her. One little twist and the feline dominatrix could have snapped Penny's neck, but Lira came to the rescue. She played a magical song on her lute at a frequency only certain animals (such as cats) could hear, and soon the werecat was writhing with pain on the ground before she also passed out. 

"Who the fuck were these bitches?" Val yelled, asking no one in particular.

"THEY WERE MY BITCHES!" a booming, thunderous voice answered; a voice so loud that it made the rubble shake. 

From the darkness of one temple entrance emerged a towering, bulking, masculine shape that made all of them women, even Val, tremble with instinctual, innate fear and submission. The man that walked into the sunlight was not completely human, his height was far too tall, and from his strong jaw emerged two short, little tusks. His muscles were like living bronze, glistening with his deep tan and a hot, dripping sweat. The crevices of his incredible abs were so deep that a woman's finger could have gotten lost in them, and his arms were like long, bulging anacondas, each pulsing with inhuman power. What was most terrifying of all was the thing hanging from his muscular crotch, a thing so thick and large that Val couldn't accept that it was . . . it was . . .

" . . . penis," Val gasped. 

"That's right bitch," the half-ogre smirked, stroking his fourteen inches of soft, semi-erect phallus into its awakened state. The slumbering dragon of meat started to throb with anger and hunger, coming alive and swelling so much that the shiny skin looked ready to break. The iron-hard, bulbous head of his massive appendage was radically ridged and colored a deep, crimson red. The deep slit of the helmet was already dripping with a chunky, opaque white paste as thick as batter. "Haven't you heard stories of Kor's bitch-breaking, organ-busting, pussy-slaying cock? I would have thought my bitch would have bragged about me."

"Sorry daddy, but I didn't want to spoil the surprise."

Val turned to see who the ditzy bimbo talking was, and her heart stopped when she saw it was Delilah. The dark priestess ad giggling like a stupid, teenage slut, biting her dark lips and caressing her big, smooth chest. The priestess skipped over to Kor, jumping up into his arms and wrapping her long, slender legs around his rock-wall of a chest. She moaned deeply as they kissed, as her cheek bulged from the massive insertion of his hot, smelly tongue into her mouth. His hand gripped at the liquid material of her dress, and her tore it from her body so powerfully that it came off her all at once, leaving her naked brown body sizzling against his hot chest. She was actually whimpering as his giant hands groped her ass, and the colossal head of his cock slapped up against her wet, chocolate pussy. He was fully erect now, and the women almost cried when they saw that his monster penis was at least eighteen inches long. 

"Delilah?" Val stuttered, almost dropping her sword. "What are . . . you-"

"What have you brought me today, slut?" Kor growled down at the naked, wiggling priestess. 

"Two Halflings, another human, and an elf. I hope you like them, daddy. I know those last five were starting to bore you."

Val looked around and realized who she was talking about. The orc, the dark-elf, the darf, the necromancer, and the werecat. They had recognized Delilah. They must have also been led here by her.

Kor grunted and looked at his new catch. "The human looks tough. I'll enjoy breaking her. That elf is delicious as well. Good job catching that one, whore. The Halflings will prove amusing, although I doubt they will survive our first fuck."

Penny and Lira both squeaked in fear, clinging to each other like tasty children being cornered by a hungry wolf. Val wasn't going to let them get raped though, she wasn't going to take this shit. She picked up her sword, and with wild, insane desperation, she charged at the towering monster and the beautiful lover who had betrayed her.




The Diadem of Domination



"Die!" Val screamed, thrusting the tip of her sword right at Delilah's big, curvy ass. The barbarian was hoping to run them both through, and the priestess saw it coming, her purple eyes lighting up with a moment of total terror, but Kor was too fast for them both. He spun around and the sword-point stabbed directly into his back. Val should have stabbed him right through to Delilah on the other side, but the half-ogre's skin was so hard that the sword just snapped, shooting sparks and metal shards flying around, one cutting Val on the cheek. 

"Bitch," Kor growled. "I'll break you last. I'm going to take my time with you."

Kor's fist flew up like a war-hammer, landing in Val's toned stomach with so much force that it sunk to the wrist and sent her sailing through the air. The pain was so intense that she was unconscious before she even hit the ground. 

#####

When Val regained consciousness she was coughing up wads of spit. Her messy brown hair was clinging to her fast and covered in marble dust from the ground. She struggled up to her elbows, but her midsection was in so much pain that even such minor movement brought tears to her eyes. 

Finally she was able to brush her hair out of her face, and what she saw both terrified and (although she hated to admit it) aroused her. Kor was standing nearby with his incredibly muscular legs in a wide, powerful stance. His giant hands were wrapped around the willowy waist of a golden skinned elf, her entire body dripping with sweat, and her long golden hair already matted with semen. Kor was pulling the elf's body up and down his massive two-foot fuck-pole. He was not 'bouncing' her, he was not 'moving' her, and he definitely wasn't making 'love' to her. Kor was FUCKING her, and he was fucking her like her body was nothing but a hot, wet rag wrapped around his rod of hard flesh. With every full-body stroke Kor brought the elf down to his huge, swinging ballsack, making her grunt deeply in pain, and then he'd stoke her up to the very tip of his large helmet, causing her stretched vulva to bulge around the rim of his cockhead like child's lips around a piece of candy.

Kor's full-body fucking of the elf started to pick up its pace, becoming angrier, faster, harder, and infinitely more violent. Val could actually see the impression of his massive cock in the elf's slender stomach, as if she were being beaten up from the inside by a professional boxer. Her legs had been wrapped around his waist, but as he began to fuck her in earnest she could not hang on, and her legs splayed out at the side as her hips were slapped repeatedly against his cock-base with a loud and quickening smack . . . smack . . . smack . . . SMACK! . . . SMACK! . . . SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Kor roared. "CUM FOR ME YOU FUCKING SLUT!"

The elf reared back and let out a soul-shattering scream, her beautiful voice echoing through the ruins like the death-wail of a goddess. Something was happening to her body, something frightening. Her hips began to vibrate as if being electrocuted, and her spine arched so far back it must have been close to breaking. Her eyes were all white and her mouth was literally foaming as she choked out words of nonsense. Then her pussy exploded, and from between her legs gushed a flood of wet, slick cum that ran down Kor's cock, balls, and legs, soaking the earth beneath them. 

Kor grunted and sighed in relief as something happened to him as well. Every chiseled, bronze muscle of his apocalyptic body flexed to its most extreme, and his apple-sized testicles moved in close to his body. Loud gushing sounds escaped from his balls, and the elf's stomach slowly began to inflate like a balloon. He wasn't holding her anymore, she was simply held in the air by nothing but his cock, so as her stomach inflated she slowly slid up and off his bitch-impaler. With a loud POP she fell off his cockhead and lifelessly flopped to the ground. She landed on her inflated stomach, and her pussy exploded a second time, but now with an amount of semen that Val wouldn't have believed could have come from anything other than a herd of horses, but it had all come from Kor. He was still ejaculating too, his giant cock visibly pumping as thick ropes of his hot paste jumped in the air and heavily fell across the comatose elf's body, decorating her face and back. 

Almost a minute passed, Val doing nothing but quivering in fear as the elf lay there gasping pathetically on the ground and Kor stood there dripping with sweat, stroking drop after large drop of salty cum from his dragon. 

Then the elf started to move, and she painfully struggled to her knees. For whatever reason it wasn't until right then that Val recognized the destroyed bitch.

"Solaria?" Val coughed. 

Solaria wobbled as she got to her knees, and although she was shaking like a leaf, she still managed to take Kor's cock into her hands, and she began to obediently, submissively kick their mixed sexual fluids from his body, starting with the swollen head of his cock. The opening to his urethra was so wide that Val could actually see the sex-retarded Solaria working her long tongue into it. What really horrified Val was the look on Solaria's face. It was a look of utter, mind-broken bliss. 

"Solaria . . . w-what are you doing? Why are you . . . submitting?"

"Because she's a worthless, mindless, stupid, desperate little piece of shit, barely worth being fucked and broken the way she is." 

Val looked up to see that it was Delilah speaking now. She was strutting over to where Val was laying, and she looked radically different. Her long purple hair was tied up into a high ponytail, and the curves of her voluptuous body were covered in painfully placed leather straps studded with spikes. Her chocolate nipples had been pierced so that now she was constantly dripping milk, which just kept flowing from her endlessly. She was wearing skintight leather gloves and boots, and in her hand she held two chains, each of which attached to a collar around the neck of a different Halfling. Lira and Penny were crawling after their strutting mistress like excited little puppies, each of them stumbling drunkenly. They were naked and coated with fluids other than sweat. The fact that they were even able to use their legs meant Kor hadn't fucked them yet. Till now they had just been Delilah's playthings. 

Delilah's puffy lips curled into an evil, self-satisfied little smile. "Look girls, daddy's made another meal for you." She shook the chains in her head and dragged the Halflings forward so they could see the puddles of thick cum the broken elf was kneeling in. With hungry, pathetic little whimpers the two sisters dove into Solaria's back, loudly slurping cum off of her curved body and bubbled ass, and when they were done there they desperately licked what they could from Kor's massive cock. Kor chuckled arrogantly as he stood there flexing his muscles, enjoying the way his new sex-kittens took his milk. 

Val was shivering with fear, rage, (and shamefully) a terrifying arousal. Some deep, dark, primordial part of her wanted to join her friends, to crawl on her hands and knees and pleasure this sexual titan, all in hopes that he might bless with strong, superior offspring. Val crossed her legs tightly to try and shun the submissive thoughts, but all hat did was apply stimulating pressure to her swollen pussy. 

Suddenly she felt a leather-covered hand jab into the wet folds of her cunt, and she yelped in surprise as she looked up to see Delilah's brown tits hanging over her, with a look of cruel, sadistic dominance on her once humble face. The priestess withdrew her hand and admired the copious amounts of slick lubrication on her fingers, going so far as to suck down on them and moan deeply. 

"She's ready," Delilah said, smacking her lips as she cleaned her fingers of Val's taste. 

"Bitch," Val tried to scream, but all that came out was a hoarse whine. "Liar . . . I'm g-going to fucking-"

SMACK!

Val mewled and whimpered as Delilah's open palm slapped down on her engorged vulva, literally spanking cum out of her. 

"Stupid bitch," the priestess hissed. "I wasn't lying. Look!"

Delilah grabbed a fistful of Val's brown hair and spun it around her hand, pulling the tomboy barbarian off of the ground and bringing her to her knees. She dragged Val forward, scraping the barbarian's knees along the rocky ground in the process. It was from this angle that Val then saw something made of silver and gemstones wrapped around the base of Kor's mammoth trunk, something right where the hard meat of his cock met the leathery flesh of his scrotum. It looked like a crown, or a tiara, and it pulsed with a magical light as the veins in Kor's penis pulsed with his tremendous heartbeat. 

"The Diadem of Domination," Val whispered, instantly knowing what it was.

Delilah roughly caressed Val's chest, stopping at the nipple to give her a mean little pinch. "That's right cum-bucket. Although I did lie about who it affects. I said it only controlled the minds of men, which was what it was meant for, but my master discovered a way to use its power on women as well. When Kor first raped me, he wore the Diadem around the base of his big, beautiful cock, and it did something to his semen. His cum became more plentiful, more delicious, and the taste of it, the feel of it, made me feel so hot, horny, and . . . liberated! I've been with him ever since, luring fresh pussy to him like you stupid sluts, using the power that drinking so much of his semen has given me."

Val's green eyes went wide. "Your milk!"

Delilah laughed, biting her lip. "That's right bitch. I'm so saturated with Kor's seed that it has soaked into my breasts and oozes from my nipples like milk. Every drop that your greedy little mouth sucked from me was just softening you up for him . . . for the real shit."

Val leaned up and spat into Delilah's face, a large wad of saliva streaking across her cheeks, lips, and hitting her right in the left eye. Delilah flinched a little, but then she just smiled in an aggressive, snarling way. Her tongue slithered out and she licked Val's spit off her lips. 

Delilah pulled Val to her feet and spun her around. There was a large marble pillar that had toppled across the square, and the priestess pushed the barbarian over it like a naughty child over a barrel for a spanking, which was exactly what Delilah had in mind. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Val's ass jiggled as the whip-like blows of Delilah's hand cracked against the firm flesh of her buttocks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh goddess . . . FUCK . . . nnnyyaaa," Val wailed pathetically, her voice wavering between erotic submission and painful enthusiasm, tears rolling down her chin. The cheeks of her ass grew pink and red as her puffy vulva began to spit with cum, gushing like an overripe piece of fruit. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

"Rape this fucking bitch!" Delilah yelled to Kor. "Fuck her harder than you fucked me! Pop her insides! Push her womb out her mouth! Kill this stupid-"

CRACK!!!

Val winced in the expectation of pain, but she had not been the one who was hit. Kor had brought the back of his open hand across Delilah's face so hard that the priestess was lifted from the ground and sent spirally through the air. She landed on her back with a heavy thud, her tits jiggling from the impact. 

"Fucking whore," Kor growled, placing his foot right between the priestess's breasts and pinning her to the ground. "You don't give me orders, your piece of trash. Don't forget that you're no less of a cum-bucket than these sluts are, and I can easily replace you with one of them."

Delilah whimpered, terrified that her master might abandon her. She pulled at the fat toes of his foot, bringing it to her face so she could debase herself by licking his big, vein-covered foot, her long tongues slurping between the salty crevices of his leathery toes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I-I-I'm sorry."

He lifted his foot and she crawled to her feet, her long legs shaking like a crushed spider, and she gripped him by the cock as she gently led him over to Val's prince, dripping vagina. The barbarian gasped in horror as the sizzling hot head of Kor's fuck-meat was pushed against the trickling flesh of her pussy, which gave way to him like tender meat to a butcher's knife. Val quivered and cried, sure that Kor's thrust would be the most painful experience of her young life.

"Please . . . please . . . please," Val heard herself repeating like a mantra, although Kor wasn't listening to her. 

"Please, please, please," Delilah was also saying. "Not there. She doesn't deserve it there. Fuck her . . . here."

Val stopped begging when she felt Kor's cockhead move from her puffy, sensitive pussy to the tight, virgin hole of anus. Then Val started to cry. "Oh . . . oh fuck no-"

Kor's giant first took a grip on Val's messy brown hair and he pulled her head back as his hips slammed forward, sending nearly all of his impossible eighteen inches deep into the teenage barbarian's untouched bowels, the thick diameter of his shaft stretching her further apart than anything that should have been natural, but the twisted magic of the Diadem made such devastating sex both possible and even pleasurable. Val's eyes started to roll all the way back as her tongue stuck out. It really did feel like her organs were about to be pushed out her mouth. 

"Tight . . . fucking . . . BITCH!" Kor's cock pulsed as her came, shooting powerful blasts of cum into Val's body with such force that she almost blasted off of him like a bottle-rocket. Her body convulsed with wild spasms as a thick flood of semen shoot out the tight rim of her anus, sprinkling across Kor's chest and Delilah's swelling face. Kor pulled out and stroked in sex-arm as several more gushes of hot, sticky cum squirted out across Val's back, pooling in the valley of her ass and ruining her hair. 

Val thought she was dying, but in reality her body was convulsing with the most powerful, overwhelming orgasm of her entire life, boiling her brain with pleasure so explicitly sexual that her conscious mind began to slip away, and was replaced by an enraged, desperate animal. 

Kor grabbed Val by her hair again, lifting her up into the air and spinning her around. The barbarian's sex-weakened legs shook like wet noodles, but she managed to wrap them around the half-ogres muscular waist as her firm breasts sizzled like two soft eggs against his scalding hot pectorals. When his kissed her Val began to lose her mind with happiness, even though his tongue was fucking her mouth like a penis would, repeatedly thrusting in and out of her throat, unconcerned with anyone's pleasure but his own.

Her sweaty body began to slide down his, and now her puffy vagina began to press against the hard, cum-coated head of his still totally erect cock. At first guided by nothing by gravity, and then his hands on her athletic waist pulling her down, Val slowly began to be impaled on the divine hunk of meat. Inch by life-altering inch, her body stretched and bent to accommodate Kor's penis. Nerve-endings were exploding like fireworks all over Val's body, but especially in her pussy as the lips of her vulva finally came down far enough to kiss the glowing gems of the Diadem. She whimpered and breathed heavily, her breasts heaving with every labored gulp of air. Just having him inside her was too much, just the sight of his cock bulging in her toned stomach was enough to drive her wild. 

Val was stuttering. "F-f-f-fu . . . fu . . . f-f-fu,"

"What's that, bitch," Kor asked, pretending to not know what the horny girl obviously wanted. 

"Fu . . . fu . . . ka . . . . k-k-ka,"

"If you can't say it, you don't get it." Kor laughed so deeply that it vibrated in Val's ribcage. 

"Fu . . . fu-ak . . . fu-fu-fu," Val winced her teary eyes and swallowed a mouthful of drool. She knew what she wanted, what she NEEDED, but she had forgotten how to speak. The part of her brain that controlled language had been eaten by the new, slutty animal that was taking over her body, another, darker, sluttier version of Val that couldn't even string to simple words together. She had to though. She scoured her memories for the two simple words she needed to find happiness. 

"Fu . . . fu," she inhaled deeply. "FUCK ME!"

"If you insist, whore." Kor grabbed her waist and stoked the length of his incredible dick with her body; her hot, wet pussy loudly slurping along his rigid, cum-filled cock. Val could no longer feel her body in the same way she once had. It felt as though she had melted like a piece of butter against a hot skillet, and even though her body was bouncing up and down, her breasts shaking with every thrust, it seemed more like the entire universe was moving. Color and light exploded across her vision, and as her womb filled with a blistering hot quart of thick, creamy semen, Val became a new person. 

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Weeks later, Zarkastick's tavern was once again bustling with new customers as mercenaries travelled from war to war, and newly founded adventuring parties set foot on their virgin quests. The grumpy old gnome had completely forgotten about the Halfling rouge and her barbarian lover who had rented one of his rooms. When they hadn't returned from their quest to the ruins of Shalaveer he had simply rented their sex-stained room to a new duo of young ladies, a pair who had a little more gold to spend thankfully.

The first of the new tenants was a beautiful blonde fighter, freshly 18 your old budding with firm, sexual pubescence. Her peachy skin and slender, feminine body was mostly left bare by the revealing metal bikini she wore, the back of which was little more than a thong, and from her belt hung a long, slender sword that had once been her mother's, and she hoped would guide her through many fulfilling adventures. 

Her companion was an Easterner, a girl with ivory white skin, slanted dark eyes, and silky black hair which she had tied up in a messy topknot, held in place by long, sharp needles. The robes she wore were tight around her lithe waist, but loose around her fulsome breasts and ass. The wickedly long katana she carried was carefully laid across her lap, and she stroked its smooth sheath as if it were her clitoris. 

As the two lovers chatted and flirted, there were approached by a busty young woman, wearing green robes that melted into her every generous curve. 

"Please," the woman said. "I . . . I need your help. You two are adventurers, yes? I can pay you." The woman's hands were shaking as she dropped a small bag of gold onto the table, but the two young lovers seemed far more interested in the possibility of a quest than of gold. 

"What do you need help with?" the pretty blonde asked, her big blue eyes sparkling with genuine compassion.

"An evil warlord is hiding in some ruins nearby. He has stolen something of great importance, something powerful. I need your help to get it back, but we'll need a few more for our party. All women. The artifact he has can control the mind of men." 

"Of course," the blonde happily agreed. "We'd be glad to help. My name is Velexia, and this is my . . . um . . . 'friend', Kimiko. If we need a few more girls Kimiko and I are . . . um . . . 'friends' with a pair of elven twins who live nearby. One is an archer and the other is a mage, so I know they can be of great help."

"That's so wonderful to hear," the woman gasped in relief. Her robes were stained darkly at the peaks of her nipples, and it seemed that she was starting to lactate uncontrollably. "My name's Val." 

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(This was a commissioned story. Contact me for any comments, critiques, inquiries, hate mail, or requests of your own).