Chapter Twenty
ELENA
I was strapped to a bed in my cell, my arms and legs stretched in a spread-eagle position. I didn’t bother trashing against my binds. I was utterly defeated, and was now simply waiting to die. They’d put me to the rack, I knew that much. They’d do it publicly, with crowds jeering at my torture and throwing piss and shit on my broken body. I closed my eyes and resigned myself to my fate. I would never give them the satisfaction of breaking; they would hear my defiance singing from my dying breath.
I heard the door creep open. I looked up to see Leveria walking in. She was wearing a tight-fitting suit made of black leather. It conformed to her beautiful body in all the right places, and had access zippers down the middle of her torso and along her groin. Her platinum blond hair was done up in a ponytail, with a few bangs covering one her eyes. Her pale face was decorated in dark eye liner and black lipstick, and her hooped earrings were dangling from her pointed ears. So she was going to rape me today. Perfect.
“Elena,” she said slyly as she walked toward me, “I’ve been very anxious to meet you.”
“I bet you have.” I said with a bored voice.
“I see the feeling is not mutual,” Leveria said with a smile, “and I got all dressed up just for you.”
“I’m honored,” I said sarcastically, “I would have put something more suitable on, but it seems I have limited wardrobe options.”
“You’re fine the way you are.” Leveria said as she pulled out a syringe, “Do you know what this is?”
“Succubus blood extract,” I said, “same way you tortured Prestira. It won’t work on me.”
“Oh?” Leveria said, “and why’s that?”
“I’ve built up an immunity.” I said, “Did I just interrupt a monologue you had planned?”
“You know,” Leveria said as she stuck the needle in my leg, “you really did.”
“You can just say it anyway if you want.”
“It wouldn’t be organic.” Leveria sighed as she depressed the plunger, “You were right; all that time you spend with your ‘slaves’ no doubt helped you here.”
“So are we just doing regular torture then?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Leveria said as she pulled out the needle, “Adarian practically begged me to spare you once I got here. I thought I’d try to break your mind and send you as a sleeper to Yavara, but that doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.”
“I bet you’re disappointed,” I smiled, “having Yavara die by the woman she loved would have been very sweet for you.”
“‘Woman’ is an interesting thing to call you, Elena.” Leveria said as she grabbed my flaccid cock and squeezed.
“Are you giving me a handjob?” I said through gritted teeth as she squeezed harder, “Because your technique is all wrong.”
“Oh I’m sorry,” Leveria sneered, “am I being too rough?”
“I’ve gotten harder handjobs from a double amputee.” I growled in pain.
“Amputee,” Leveria smiled as she brandished a knife, “would be a good word to describe what you’re going to be.”
“Just take a little off the top!” I screamed in horror, trying to mask it with humor, “My rabbi would be very mad if you botched it!”
Leveria held the knife in place for a second and then burst out in laughter. Her head fell in my lap as she wheezed. She dropped the knife to the ground and she began slapping my thigh while she shook in merriment. Her laugh was high and girlish, almost manic in character. It disturbed me more than anything else she’d done.
“Oh my god!” Leveria said as she raised her head, tears streaking down her face, “You are a funny one, Elena.”
“I aim to please.”
“I also aim to please,” Leveria smiled as she picked up the knife, “so I’m going to be a courteous torturer and let you pick what part I cut off today.”
“That’s very nice of you.”
“And after that,” Leveria smiled, “we’re going have sex. It will be a little tradition of ours: I’ll come here, you pick a piece you don’t like very much, I remove it, and then we fuck. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
So it won’t be the rack, I thought,
she’s going to drag this out for a long time.
“Maybe I’ll leave you a present,” I smiled, “you’ll have to open it nine months from now.”
“I’m already pregnant,” Leveria smiled while patting her belly, “sorry Leveria, but my father already got me that present.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Elena,” Leveria said with all sincerity, “shall we begin?”
“Second toe right of the big one, right foot. It kind of curves over one of my other toes; it always bothered me.”
“I see it,” Leveria said as she looked at my foot, “it does kind of curve at a weird angle.”
“It’s a bitch to walk on.”
“Well, Doctor Leveria Tiadoa will assist you with that.” She said before bringing the knife down.
I felt the cold blade press against my toe. I gritted my teeth and prepared myself. Leveria looked back at me with a smile before she started to cut. I kept my composure for a while. She broke the skin on the first cut, which was something I could take. The second cut went into tendons, and my stoic façade fell. I screamed out just the way Leveria wanted. Her eyes grew wild as she cut deeper. I felt the knife hit the bone and I shrieked in agony. She sawed through the bone with a few more cuts as I thrashed in my binds. I finally felt the toe leave me with a pull of her hand. I writhed on the table as she burnt the wound shut.
“WHERE DID YOU GET YOUR MEDICAL DEGREE?!” I shrieked through my agony.
“I’m sorry,” Leveria smiled, “I forgot the anesthesia, silly me.”
“I’M FILING A COMPLAINT WITH THE DEAN OF HOSPITAL!” I screamed as tears streaked down my face, “YOU WILL HEAR FROM MY LAWYERS FOR MALPRACTICE!”
“Oh no, anything but that!” Leveria said with sarcastic fear, “is there nothing I can do to convince you otherwise?”
“Well, there is one thing…” I said as I regained my composure. The searing agony that had been shooting from my foot now subsided to a throbbing ache. It still hurt like hell, but I could manage it.
“And what would that be?” Leveria asked as she unzipped the top of her leather suit, her ample cleavage growing larger as the slide descended.
You can cut your throat, you cunt. I thought to myself. I wouldn’t say that out loud though; I couldn’t let Leveria know she was getting to me.
“Well, Doc,” I said, “I’ve been having errr…. problems performing my duties in the bedroom.”
“Is that so?” Leveria said seductively as her breasts popped from her leather suit, “Doctor Leveria Tiadoa has just the prescription for that.”
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Leveria’s pale breasts were adorned with perfect, pink little nipples. Her domes pressed together from the tightness of her leather suit. She smiled up at me and lowered her head to my lap. Despite her repulsive character, she was incredibly attractive, and my body didn’t seem to care much for personality. My cock filled with blood and grew hard in her leather glove. She let out a giggle as my full potential was laid bare to her. She stroked me with one hand while her other hand drifted south. I let out an involuntary moan as her gloved fingers pushed into my ass and pussy. Leveria hovered her mouth over my cock and teased it with her tongue. She pursed her lips and gently blew on my head before bringing her tongue down again.
“I’m curious,” Leveria said between licks, “about how you usually have sex. You have so many options here.”
“I dabble in everything.” I said, holding back a moan as her finger pinched together against the membrane between my holes.
“Do you have a prostate?” she asked as her fingers rubbed together inside me, “Oh,” Leveria laughed when I let out an involuntary moan, “I see you do.”
“What do you and your father usually do?” I asked, genuinely morbidly curious.
“Oh,” Leveria said between licks of my shaft, “we mostly have vaginal. Anal sometimes, if I’m feeling in the mood for it. We’ll blow each other before hand if we have the time.”
“That’s surprisingly vanilla,” I said, “apart from the whole incest thing, your sex life sounds pretty boring.”
“Is that so?” Leveria smiled up at me, “What makes your sex life so interesting?”
“Today I had sex with an ancient spirit of the forest. Last night I was in an orgy with a shape-shifting wizard, a vampire, a witch, three orcs and a dark elf. The night before that, I fucked Zander as a woman, the night before that, I fucked six enslaved succubi in the ass. I lined them in a row and made my way back and forth. I could go on, Leveria.”
“But you haven’t had sex with a man,” Leveria said, “so I’m putting a mark down for me in that category.”
“Au contraire, Leveria,” I smiled down at the elf queen licking my cock, “I took it in the pussy
and the ass from an orc with a foot-long cock just last night.”
“Bullshit,” Leveria said, “you’re way too tight too have done that.”
“Make a fist and go to the elbow,” I sneered, “in both holes.”
Leveria raised an incredulous eyebrow and then smiled. Her right hand left my cock while her left pulled out of my ass and pussy. She pinched her fingers togethers and slowly pushed both hands to my entrances. My head tilted back and a whimper left my mouth. I closed my eyes and took myself out of the situation, simply enjoying the feeling of Leveria’s gloved hands gradually stretching me. She got wrist-deep in both holes and then clenched her hands into a fist. My eyes flashed open and my mouth fell agape. My hips pressed forward, guiding Leveria deeper. She gave me a look of astonishment, almost admiration, as I pushed my pelvis as far forward as my restraints let me. Leveria finished the job with a push of her arms, my body now consuming her up to her elbows. I growled and moaned like a bitch as the woman I hated slowly rotated and thrust her arms into me.
“Wow,” Leveria said, her eyes wide in amazement and arousal, “I guess I was wrong; I owe you and apology.”
“You owe me a blowjob,” I growled in pleasure, “you’ve been teasing me for too long. Wrap those royal lips around my cock!”
“Are you the one giving orders?” Leveria smiled.
“That’s right your highness,” I groaned, “you’re in my cell, you follow my rules.”
“How rude of me,” Leveria said seductively as she lowered her lips, “where are my manners?”
Leveria twisted her arms inside of me as her black lipstick enveloped about the head of my cock. She moaned around me while she slowly descended. Her luscious, wet lips pulled on me gluttonously, and her tongue slid and wrapped about my member as her head lowered. Her lips met my base and she gagged for me, looking into my eyes as her throat constricted beautifully about my cock. Her wet, warm insides embraced me perfectly, and I had to admit, she gave great head. She gave better head than Yavara, and that was saying something.
Her lips drew upward slowly, twisting around my shaft while her tongue curved along it. She pulled up to my head and then descended again, a little faster and deeper than before. She stopped at my base once more, this time pushing her mouth harder against my pelvis. Her nose pressed to my skin and her earrings brushed along my inner thighs. She stayed there, clenching and unclenching her throat around me, before drawing upward again. Every movement she made grew faster and more impassioned. Her black lips stick began to smear on my cock and mix with her saliva. She brought her fists together inside me and I blasted a shot of precum into her mouth. I saw her react to my seed, her eyes filling with lust, her actions becoming more and more ardent. Her fingers spread inside me and her mouth tightened. She looked me in the eye the whole time, adjusting her oral embrace with the severity of my pleasured reactions. The hand in my ass turned so that her palm was pressing against my membrane, and the hand in my pussy turned downward and did the same. She pushed her fingers together in a half-fist and slowly guided them back and forth. I barely held back on my orgasm as she widened my insides just right. Her mouth smacked with sucking sounds from the fervency of her blowjob. Her eyes smiled up at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back with an opened-mouth grin. She was good, and she knew it.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I felt the pressure in my loins grow past the point of no return, and I screamed out involuntarily. My vaginal and anal muscles clenched around Leveria’s leather-clad arms as a violent female orgasm ripped through me. My abdomen twitched delightfully, my tan skin glistening in the sweat of my perversion. Leveria pressed her mouth down hard against my pelvis as she felt the increased throbbing in my cock. I gritted my teeth and shot my head backward as I filled my enemy’s mouth. I heard her vulgar throat gurgle around my seed. She pulled her arms out of my holes and yanked my head forward, forcing me to her gaze. She opened her slutty mouth and showed me the contents of my loins and then swallowed. She licked her lips, hungrily tasting the last bit of me that had leaked from her.
“Wow!” she moaned, “Elena, your cum…”
“I get that a lot.” I said.
“I was planning on leaving after this,” Leveria smiled as she unzipped the leather concealing her holes, “but I think I’ll indulge myself for a while.”
LEVERIA
Something about Elena really turned me on. It wasn’t just her famous magical seed; it was her as a person. I’d tortured her, I’d cut a piece right off her body, and she came back on my cruelty with a joke. I’d had a whole speech planned, all of it riding on Elena quivering in fear, or remaining defiantly stoic, and she ruined it. She played along with me and countered my sadism with humor. Normally I’d just continue torturing her until she finally broke down, but the way she carried herself under circumstances that would render most people sniveling and begging, impressed me. She was unexpectedly charismatic for a dyke that spent the better part of the past two years alone in the woods. I admired her despite myself, and an odd yearning grew within me to please her. I was great at mental games, but Elena might be even better. Perhaps I’d met my match. I was excited to see how she would hold up after months of mutilation; maybe she’d disappoint me and break, maybe she’d keep the jester’s mask on to the bitter end.
“So Elena,” I said as I squatted down on the head of shaft, “I was wondering, what role play would you like tomorrow?”
“Could you do the devil?” Elena asked as her tip began to spread my pedals.
“Like, horns, a tail and batwings?” I asked through a moan, my wet cunt slowly sliding around the hermaphrodite.
“That’s right,” Elena gasped, “and a big fucking trident.”
“I think a two-pronged instrument might suit us better.” I laughed through a gasp of my own, savoring the feeling of Elena’s girth stretching my insides.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Elena said, “and get me a little angel outfit.”
“Oooooo,” I moaned, “a fallen angel in the clutches of Satan, I like it.”
“And the next time you come in here with a BDSM torture outfit,” Elena groaned, “you better have some nipple clamps and whips.”
“I’ll be sure to properly prepare.” I giggled as I pulled upward, relishing the feeling of Elena pressing against my walls.
Perhaps Elena was right: maybe my sex life was boring. The only men I’d had sex with were Daddy and my husband, and the latter hardly pleased me. But now I had Elena, a woman who would sneer at my torture and then revel in my body. I had someone in my clutches who should be submissively begging for my mercy, but instead defiantly accepted my sadism. She was even making plans for tomorrow, and I’d discussed them with her excitedly, as though we were new lovers experimenting with sex. It aroused a strange lust within me, to be the one in power, but to have my captive not accept my power over her, even after I demonstrated it. In the outside world, I had no equal besides my enemies. Here with Elena, I had an equal; and she was good. She moved her hips just right, thrusting inside me with the perfect combination of depth and force. I was the torturer, but she was the one doing things to me. An urge came over me to undo her binds and see what her mouth and hands could do to me, but I resisted. Despite her comedic façade, Elena hated me with every ounce of her being. She would rip my throat out with her teeth if I gave her the chance, and that turned me on even more. I was fucking a dangerous woman, both mentally and physically. Her mind played along with my games, easing me into her, making me comfortable with her. Her body was formed with years of training and combat experience; she could kill me easily with a twist of her wrist.
My gaze left Elena’s face and looked at her body. Her bronze breasts were jiggling slightly as I rode her, her muscled torso flexing beautifully as she thrust in. Her platinum blonde hair dangled over the edge of her wooden bed, and her blue eyes stared lustfully into my own. She masked her hatred of me perfectly, and part of me almost believed she was content with her situation. I looked down at my leather-clad body, my breasts pushed together and bouncing off my chest as Elena’s dark cock burrowed into my frothing pussy. My hands ran down the leather that clung to my torso and played with my clit as we fucked. She felt so good inside of me. Her semen still burned its aphrodisiac effect into my spine, and every little twitch and throb of her member felt electric.
I kept myself static in a squatting position and let Elena demonstrate her prowess to me. She gritted her teeth and railed into me violently, the whole bed shaking with the force of her thrusts. I cried out at the unexpected ferocity of her movements. She poured her hatred of me into the sex, and it felt so fucking good. I wanted her to pierce me down the middle, and she wanted to do the same. My sensitive pussy lips were brutalized as she broke them in, my inner walls forced wide from her girth. My head tilted back and a stream of pleasured cries flowed from my lips, their intensity rising and falling with the frenetic cadence of Elena’s thrusts. Elena grunted and gasped feminine tones as she strained to maintain her pace.
“Don’t stop!” I screamed. My body shook violently, my constrained breasts jiggling and bouncing wildly to the chaotic rhythm of our lust. My fingers frantically worked my clit as Elena’s cock ravaged my insides. A spasm arced through me and I collapsed on the woman. My head pressed between her ample breasts and my face was wetted with her sweat. I kept my legs spread and supported by my knees as I pressed my body to Elena’s. Her body was hard and muscled, her tone torso glistening and tan. Her breasts were full and supple, and I took my time to savor them both in my mouth. I heard Elena groan in lust as I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked from her. I looked up at her, my face contorted in pleasure from the things she was doing to me. I nursed from her passionately, sucking from her nipple before running my tongue flat against it. The muscles in Elena’s neck strained as she screamed and threw back her head. I was assaulted with her hatred-induced passion, her drives becoming so powerful it felt like she would break me. Her nipple fell from my mouth and my cheek rested against her soft breast. I screamed out my approval as my head sunk between her wildly-flailing tits.
I was powerless to the pleasure she forced into me. The way Elena fucked me with such wanton hatred drove me over the edge. All I could do was rest my chin between her breasts as my back wrenched into an unnatural arch. My whole body shook with the violence of her thrusts. I felt the familiar pressure rising with in me. I found the strength to push my body up, supporting myself on her breasts as my fingers sunk into her flesh. I arched my back and dangled my tits dangerously close to her face. I didn’t care, I didn’t think. I just let the hermaphrodite vent her hostility into me. She blasted my soft pussy with brutal drives. I felt the spasms begin to rise to an uncontrollable frenzy, their charged contractions crippling my inhibitions and forcing my body to react violently. I lurched and convulsed, my mouth twitched and my eyes quivered. The pressure expanded and burned outward. Arcs of searing pleasure shot from the point of penetration and traveled throughout my body. My head dropped and my breathing became fast and irregular. My shoulder blades protruded from my back as I roughly pushed down on the breasts of the hermaphrodite. Another blast of spasms roared up torso and spine. My head flung up from between my hunched shoulders and my pelvis dropped onto Elena. I shrieked out my orgasm with an unintelligible, carnal cry as the ecstasy took over me completely. I felt the wave of pleasure crash down on me and my entire body shook and collapsed. I drooled on Elena’s tits as I felt her pump hot spunk into my desecrated cunt. I gurgled my final moans as I lay incapacitated by the intensity of my climax.
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Elena’s screams of pleasure subsided and her breathing returned to a regular hum. I laid on top of her for a while, taking a small moment to pretend we were lovers. She was the best fuck I ever had, and it wasn’t even close. Daddy could bring it in his youthful days, but he was getting older now, and the sex we had carried the love, but missed the ferocious passion it used to bare. Elena was a different creature all together. She was young, and powerful and filled with hate. I remembered the nights of passion I had with Daddy when he hated me for seducing him. The sex was so much better then, and now I had a piece of it back.
“Elena,” I said as I ran a finger along her torso, “I don’t think I want to cut pieces off you anymore.”
“Is that so?” Elena laughed, “Was I that good?”
“You were…” I paused for a moment to look up at the woman, “the best I’ve ever had.”
“Seeing as how you’ve only fucked your dad and your husband-”
“And my mom,” I interjected with a smile, “and Prestira when I broke her, but she only blew me.”
“…and apparently, your mother, and a drugged-out slave, I don’t think you have a big enough sample size for your assessment to hold weight.”
“We don’t all have orgies with orcs, wizards and vampires.” I laughed.
“So now what?” Elena asked.
“I don’t know,” I smiled at her, “I’ve never been fucked into changing my mind before.”
“My first sexual experience was being ‘fucked into changing my mind.’” Elena laughed.
“Tell me about it.” I said, looking into her eyes.
“I was following your orders,” Elena smiled, “or rather your father’s. I tracked down Yavara to Prestira’s bar. Yavara was going under the alias of ‘Patricia,’ which was ironically the name of her blood daughter. You had her killed, by the way, Patricia, she died horribly.”
“Rangers die horribly all the time, Elena,” I responded, “you should know that. War isn’t a game of morality, it’s one of brutality. How many rangers did you uncover impaled and roasted over a pit?”
“Too many.” She replied.
“Adarian gave Prestira a quick death, Elena. I could have had the witch burned, but I didn’t.”
“You tortured her!” Elena yelled, her façade finally cracking, “You broke her down and made her do things she would never do!”
“And yet,” I said, “Yavara holds the very power of indoctrination in her mind. Do you think for one second that she has not used it to kill? She made my men murder each other when I sent them to rescue her, you saw it. She went right into Adarian’s mind and almost forced him to kill himself before the Ardeni guards showed up. Is that any different then what I did?”
Elena remained silent.
“When I leave here,” I said as my finger traced Elena’s navel, “I want you to take yourself out of your personal situation, and look at Yavara and I side by side, and see how small the differences really are.”
Elena just stared back at me.
“I look forward to seeing you again tomorrow, Elena.” I said as I sat up, “I do very much enjoy your company. Angel and devil will be the theme for tomorrow’s escapades.”
I looked back at the woman and eyed her down. I was afraid of what I beginning to feel for her. She was strong, intelligent and defiant in the face of horror. I would not torture her again. I would heal her foot tomorrow, and the next day, I would give her better food. Over the course of time, Elena may begin to appreciate me. Maybe she’d begin to feel as I feel. I turned my head away quickly and rushed to the portal, not bothering to wash Elena’s seed that was spilling from my womb. I understood why my sister loved this woman, and I hated that Elena felt the same for her. Why was I feeling these things for her?
What the fuck is happening to me?!
ELENA
I didn’t believe for a second that Leveria would stop torturing me. I knew that her mercy was a lie, and that tomorrow I would have to pick out another part of me I was willing to sacrifice. There was sincerity in her words, but this woman was a pathological liar and master manipulator. I looked down at my mutilated foot. A massive contusion was forming from the point of amputation and permeating all the way to my ankle. My whole foot throbbed with pain, but the feeling was dissipating by the hour.
Something Leveria said struck a chord with me. She implied that Yavara and herself were no different morality-wise. It was the first thing she said that made me break my defenses, and it worked because it was something I had pondered since joining the woman I loved. Yavara, despite her good intentions, could be brutal. She asked me to capture Adarian so that he could be tortured by Brock, much as Adarian had been asked by Leveria to capture me. An unbiased outside observer might look at our two missions as equally abhorrent. Yes, I was going to do the same thing to Adarian that he did to me, the only difference between us being that I was a traitor. I used to walk the halls of this place, I used to dine and laugh with the men here. And something as trivial in the grand scheme of things as love drove me to kill these men. My love for Yavara made me betray my country, my family and my friends, and yet, I still viewed Leveria as the evil manipulator.
I drove these thoughts from my mind. Yavara and Leveria were not the same. Yavara did what was necessary to survive, Leveria did what was necessary to gain power. That was the lie I would tell myself. Any rational person could look at Yavara and see that she could have spent her days living peacefully in anonymity, but she didn’t. I checked off the differences and similarities between the two sisters in my mind. Leveria and Yavara both lusted for power, they both killed to get their way, they both used their bodies to gain influence over important people, and they both were raising armies to push their agendas. Leveria had her own mother executed on false pretenses, which was something Yavara would never do. At least, I thought she’d never do it.
I heard a scratching sound on at the window. I looked up to see April, the resident fox of Castle Thorum, squeezing her body between the bars. April managed to get through my barricaded window and hopped to my bed. She licked my face in a friendly manner, her tail wagging behind her. I let out a laugh as I moved my head, trying to get away from the relentless affection of the creature. April jumped off me and ran to the door. She jumped onto a nearby crate and peered out of the slit-window that cut into the iron door. She looked both ways, turned to me, and promptly transformed into a beautiful naked woman.
“Hi Elena.” April said, smiling at my shock. Her fox-ears pointed upward, with one drooping slightly, while a bushy orange tail wagged slowly behind her. She was a fucking kitsune the whole time.
“What the fuck.”
“I know you’re a little surprised right now,” April giggled, “but I have come with some good news.”
“From Yavara?” I asked excitedly. April must have been spying on Castle Thorum for years. I wondered if she was one of Zander’s agents he used to keep an eye on the elves.
“From Adarian.” April laughed.
“You’re spying on Adarian for Yavara?”
“What?” April laughed, “No, silly. I was sent here by Adarian.”
“April,” I said, “you’re a monster. Adarian doesn’t employ monsters as messengers, he kills them.”
“There is a lot about Adarian you don’t know about.” April said.
“Are you…are you fucking him?” I stammered.
“We’re lovers, if that’s what you mean,” April smiled, “we’ve been together for nearly ten years now.”
“What the fuck.” I said. Adarian never took a woman in his life, and it was assumed by many that he was a closeted homosexual. This whole time he’d been a ranger, he’d had an enemy of the state lying in his bed. That fucking hypocrite.
“Adarian sent me with this,” April said as she pulled a satchel that had been wrapped around her tail, “it’s a painless substance. It will put you to sleep and then slow your heart to a stop. Adarian can’t bear the thought of you being tortured down here.”
“So he sent you to kill me.”
“He sent me to help you,” April said, her eyes full of pity, “your situation is hopeless, Elena. I’m here to give you mercy.”
I tongued the back of my mouth until I found the hole where a rotten tooth once was. I had to extract it years ago after it chipped and grew infected. I wasn’t ready to die just yet, but having a worse-case-scenario plan couldn’t hurt.
“Ok April,” I said to the kitsune, “put a capsule on my tongue.”
“If you bite me, Elena,” April said as she pulled out a pill, “I’m leaving you here without it.”
“I won’t bite,” I smiled at the naked woman, “unless you want me to.”
“Oh, Elena,” April blushed, “I had forgotten about your attraction to women. I should have put on some clothes, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be cruel-”
“Just put the fucking pill in my mouth.” I laughed.
April put the capsule on my tongue. I smiled up at her and pushed the pill into the hole in my gum. April smiled down at me and kissed my forehead, before transforming back into a fox and pushing her body out the window.
YAVARA
“How many do you think you can take out?” Rose asked me as we peered through the trees. She was referring to the ballista that lined the ramparts of Castle Thorum.
“It depends on how much they weigh,” I said, “I can manipulate hundreds of small objects, but just a few large ones.”
“I count seventy-five,” Rose said, “so how many can you destroy before the rest start shooting?”
“Maybe ten,” I replied, “if I really push it and take cover at the last second. It’s not the other ballista I’m worried about, it’s the crack-shot archers. I won’t be able to block heavy missiles and arrows all at once.”
“If you could breach the wall, or even the gate…”
“I just tested that,” I sighed, “they didn’t even budge. The gate is protected by spells and the walls are too thick and heavy.”
“You’re putting yourself at an enormous risk, Queen Yavara.” Rose said.
“I know,” I replied grimly, “but it’s the only way we’ll ever take this castle.”
“Ok,” Rose said, “when do you want to attack?”
“Tomorrow afternoon,” I said, looking at the evening sky, “rangers prepare for night and morning assaults. Let’s wait until the afternoon summer sun wearies them, and then I’ll make my move.”
“You better not fucking die, Queen Yavara,” Rose growled, “or we’re fucked.”
“I’ll stay cautious.” I lied. The only reason Rose and the nymphs were helping me was because I agreed to find a way to release their mother from Elena’s slavery. I had no idea how I was going to do it, but I figured Zander might. If I failed to release The Mother, the nymphs would go extinct. Two poor nymphs had grown hungry and drank from Arbor’s sap, only to become immediately enslaved by Elena’s seed that had worked its way into the tree’s nectar. The two nymphs cried out desperately for the seed of a man as the corruption took them. I pointed them to Ardeni Dreus, the entire colony of nymphs glaring their anger at me as I did.
Rose climbed down from the tree were perched upon. I gazed at the high walls of Castle Thorum, their white stones bathed in the pink glow of the sunset. I was going to break my word with King Dreus tomorrow, I was going to attack The Highlands.
PLOT POINTS
Leveria tortures Elena, but Elena combats her sadism with humor.
Leveria is impressed by Elena's resolve, and begins to admire the hermaphrodite.
Leveria and Elena have sex, Leveria realizes it's the best she's ever had.
Leveria wrestles with her feelings for her captive.
Elena wrestles with the idea that Yavara and Leveria aren't very different.
Yavara prepares her assault on Castle Thorum with the nymphs.
The nymphs will go extinct if Yavara does not free Arbor from her slavery to Elena.
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