The Conquest by The People (darkest_fate and google)

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The conquest of the world above had been moving in the shadows for quite some time. For decades it had been waged where no one saw it, outposts would go dark, wars would be started when an attack happened with seemingly no source. Slowly but surely the kingdoms of men had been forced to extend their armies further and further, to anyone who was observing the pattern on a map it would seem almost random, the way the attacks occurred and new hot spots sprung up... but then most maps didn't show the most important part.

It was the caves after all, so few humans realized just how extensive the cavern systems beneath their feet were, how widely spread they were, how far they reached, and just where they surfaced. These larger openings into the ground were now far from any source of power that might otherwise attempt to stem the tide of the Quwrath, or as they were known in their own tongue... the people. It had started a few years ago, The People had erupted from the caverns in which they lived in several remote locations, smaller kingdoms went silent as their cities, towns, and villages were over run almost instantly, they just couldn't stem the tide. Those smaller kingdoms had been established as beachheads, powerful magics and strength of arms warding off any of the few people who attempted to reach them, native populations enslaved and broken, the world would belong to The People as it was meant to, as it always should have.

Long ago Humans might have been ready for them, countless centuries ago humans had known of the People and planned for their eventual return, told stories of the horrors they would unleash upon the world. The People had only been driven back through luck in the first place, driven deep into the Earth by humans who thought they were entirely extinct or at least close too it... but in time facts had become legends and myths, The People were considered boogey men... monsters that had never been real in the first place... and now Humans would pay for their arrogance.

Bases of power had been consolidated, larger armies gathered and now the time was right to strike at the larger kingdoms, The People would take out centers of human power and fracture any alliances that might otherwise exist between the humans and prevent the repeat of the defeat that had occurred once before. High Archon Isilmorte had been given control of one of the strike forces, an entire army tasked with taking control of a stratigically important capital city of a very powerful kingdom, a kingdom with the bulk of its army far away dealing with uprisings in villages and skirmishes on the boarders.

He stood at the edge of a tunnel that entered the city beneath its high walls, on the edge of the palace, the only thing that could be seen of him from outside that tunnel as the glow of his eyes, the rest of his large and powerful body wrapped in a cloak and his favored slave at his side, taken from the last kingdom that he had conquered and standing unflinching as the tentacles hanging from her face stroked across her shoulders and her own face, lightly teasing her for now, lust could be slacken on his enslaved princess later but for now he had to focus on the immediate.

Then, at the predetermined time it occurred, for a moment Isilmorte could feel the surge of magic as his forces outside the city struck, then came the crash and shake of the blasts crashing against the walls. Screams of panic occurring a moment later as people began to run to and fro, the night was early enough that people were on the streets still.

Only when the panic and chaos reached a noticeable peak Isilmorte chose to move. Striding with head held high, nearly seven feet tall he led an elite strike force deep into the city, heading for the castle which held the royal family. The others of the strike force would do away with the royal family and their guards but he had a different target in mind, he wanted to enslave another princess, only the Most Powerful of the people were permited to personally own slaves, to own more then one was a great sign of status and two Humans of royal blood would be an excellent prize indeed. Beneath the tentacles his thin lips spread into a grin, small needle like teeth exposed by the movement.

 

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"The enemy has breached our walls, you must escape, Princess!" yelled the head of the palace guard. The man was a grizzled veteran with several hard years of experience to back up his esteemed position. He had been among the first to combat the monstrosities, the first to learn about their miraculous magical powers, and among the first to insist that the armies of the kingdom rally to defense. The very princess he shouted at, the beautiful Princess Emmalee had been among the few to heartily support him. Both she and the captain had insisted that the defense of the people be put first, that it was better to be cautious, especially with all the new of these creatures destroying and enslaving entire populations. The Councils had listened politely, and then almost as politely dismissed the words of the "foolish young royal" and the "jingoistic veteran desperate for another war". They needed funds and services for their own coffers, not for some silly war.

"I am not leaving!" Princess Emmalee yelled in response, twisting her head to look back at the guard. Several finely tone curls of light brown bobbed before her beautiful face, partially obscuring the sharp brown eyes. The constant pressure of her work, of maintaining a magical defense, had shown its marks upon the young princess. Strain pulled at her eyes, and her dress and garb showed what a lack of rest could do to a person. The flowing gown of a royal hung limply along her body, looking still marvelously but somehow... less than it had. The girl's slim frame trembled with exertion, every muscle straining outward to where her splayed hands channeled the magical energy. This particular princess had been the inheritor of the family's magical gifts, but even that had not proven enough.

Both princess and guardsman winced as a sudden burst of energy hammered another blow against the shield. They knew that it would not hold much longer; the Enemy had won. Yet they were not fighting to win, not any more.

"The longer I hold them at bay, the more of our people escape," insisted Emmalee. She turned back to her task. "It is the duty of a princess to sacrifice herself for her kingdom. I shall do so gladly."

The royal guard stood stock still for several seconds, watching the straining royal. He nodded, turning to look. Shouts echoed throughout the palace: the enemy had breached the walls. Emmalee's efforts were for naught: they had merely circumvented her impressive shield. The guardsman cursed, drawing his weapon. He turned to warn the princess, but no sooner had his mouth opened than a tendril spiked through his chest. Blood instead of words burbled from his chest, and the impressive guardsman fell to the ground.

The princess heard the falling and turned. Her hands finally lowered as she beheld the invading force. It appeared that a very small contingent had made its way to where she channeled the magics, very small indeed. For only a single Enemy stood in the chamber, his long cloak covering most of his frame. What appeared to be a foreign girl stood behind him, her head bowed. Even with the short time Emmalee had to see, she could tell that the girl was a striking beauty, the type of delicate flower that so many men of Emmalee's own kingdom longed to have. Something in the way the porcelain beauty stood, the way she carried herself, communicated royalty. Though one wouldn't have hesitated to apply such a high label upon a beauty of this quality. Though now, much of her skin laid bare to the air, and several symbols appeared to have been etched into her pale flesh. This beauty caught Emmalee's eyes for a bare instant before looking down, softly trembling.

"You have won, creature," announced Emmalee, her voice still possessing the royal intonation and class. She swayed slightly as she stepped toward him, but still managed to keep herself upright and proud. "You have defeated me and mine this day," she didn't bother to pass herself off as anything less than the princess. The Enemy should know; they always knew the royalty. What Emmalee hoped the creature didn't know is that she wasn't the only member of the royal family, and that at least one of her brothers had been shipped to a nearby kingdom. The princess swallowed hard, struggling to meet the creature's alien gaze.

"I--I assume you will be taking me as your prisoner?" asked Emmalee, she spared a glance at the captive at the creature's side, already figuring that vision to be an indication of Emmalee's own fate...

 

[DomG]

RE: The Conquest by The People

The defenses of this land were disappointing, true it was taking his external forces a little more time then expected to breach the magical shield that had been erected to keep them out but sooner or later it would fall, his own mages were powerful though and they would bring it down, while the more physically inclined of his forces would storm the breeches that were opened up and bring down the guards who stood in their way. The People would have this city in before the rise of the sun, resistance would be quashed swiftly and the surviving population enslaved, humans were little better then cattle and would soon would be learning their place in the new order that was rising across the planet. They would be bred and raised to serve their rightful masters, some would even be allowed to rise into trusted positions, ruling over their own kind in order to better please their masters... the Princess of this land would not be so lucky though.

The smaller force that he was leading in spread out once they entered the castle, each one of them more then capable of taking care of themselves and they knew their roles. Isilmorte however was not just entering to cause some chaos, he was hunting with his favored slave at his side, never straying more then a tentacles reach away from him, the ever moving tendrils of flesh lightly brushing over her as a constant reminder of his presence and his power, the more sensitive tissue coming into contact with her warm skin a constant source of pleasure and arousal for him. She of course knew better then to stray so far away from him right then, though resistance was light there was the occasional attempt to ambush him and with his two upper arms constantly in motion he was able to ward away any arrows or bolts with magic while his lower arms retaliated with raw mystical force, blasting them away as he continued to press forward, almost able to taste the mystical power that this princess possessed.

It didn't take long to find her, he was drawn toward her like metal shavings to iron that had been struck by lightning. Soon he was not far from her, standing behind a man who sought to guard her but before the man was even able to react to the presence of the monster behind him Isilmorte thrust his tendrils forward and into the back of the man, the powerful muscle punching through the lesser armor of his back and the bones deep inside. It took very little effort on his part really, his body was as strong as his magical talents and soon the man had collapsed, the princess was trying to appear brave while surrendering to him, and Isilmorte was using the thin robes that covered his slave to wipe away the blood that was dripping from him. His head slowly tilted to the side, his eyes regarding her with curiosity and recognizable lust, already thinking of the many ways he would enjoy using her body. So many of the humans insisted their royalty remain as pure as possible until they bound themselves eternally to another... well the princess would find herself bound on this day though she would likely be less then pleased about it.

“Prisoner...” He said slowly, his voice deep and slow but his use of the language was perfect. “You misunderstand princess, a prisoner has some value for an exchange, a prisoner can be ransomed or interrogated to learn intelligence from. You will serve neither purpose princess... you are cattle to me, you are property now. There will be pain, you will suffer for a time and it will be beyond anything you can imagine... but in time you will come to enjoy it and crave my most intimate touch.” As if to demonstrate the touch of his tentacles on the face of her slave intensified, pressing towards her mouth, pulling at the robes she wore, exposing more and more flesh at every moment, he was in control here, there was no threat at all, nothing to challenge him and he was looking forward to showing her just what was in store for her, and how much she would enjoy it.

 

[darkest_fate]

RE: The Conquest by The People

Emmalee showed no surprise at the creature's command off the language. She had, after all, been among those to properly judge "the People"'s power and might long before now. Nonetheless, standing in the presence of this being of great power sent shivers down the royal's spine. She might have control over the magicks of her land, but she was naught compared to this impressive being. He proved that with his mere presence, let alone with the words and his command of her language.

Those words did make Emmalee flinch, feeling her pride stripped away with each syllable. Not prisoner, not ransom, nothing but cattle. As if Emmalee didn't understand the implications enough, there existed a very physical reminder. The other woman's head lolled toward her master as he spoke, her head lolling so that her eyes turned toward him. A strange mixture of feelings showed in the beautiful exotic woman's gaze: devotion and lust intermixed with something akin to disgust and terror. Yet the black haired beauty did nothing but shiver as the tendrils pulled at her scant clothing. The veils of silk had clearly been placed upon the woman's body more as a hint toward power and an accent to her beauty than for any defense of modesty. you could easily see her dark nipples poking through the fabric, and if you looked closer, you could see hints of markings upon those. Now a tendril parted, showing the captive beauty's clear flesh. Strange symbols had clearly been etched, showing her ownership and breeding. Jewels hung about her, adornment that spoke of a desire to make her more appealing. That slight movement showed a sparkling gem embedded in the captive's navel. More precious metals seemed to pierce her nipples as well, causing them to swell toward her master.

Yet the most terrifying sight for Emmalee was the parting of the slave's lips. This beautiful woman, clearly an exotic treasure, easily parted her lips to welcome the tendrils. Warm, delicate muscles worked against the tendrils, moving as if to suck or kiss at the slightest hint of a command. More perverse still, a blush, a flush had come over the woman, and she squirmed in a manner not unlike a common doxy. The sight sickened Emmalee, causing her stomach to twist violently. This was what she was to become, what fate lay in store for her.

No, she hardened her will and looked to her new... captor? Master? Owner? No, she would think of him as her captor and she his prisoner. He might have rein over her body, possibly even influence her mind, but Emmalee's heart and soul were hers to keep. She tried to draw herself as upright as possible. Her people, whatever bits of them remained, would honor and remember her sacrifice. This would have to be balm enough.

"I am... I am your property then," she said, her voice trembling only slightly. She inclined her head toward the girl. "I assume I shall end up like her?" there seemed little point in denying it. Emmalee looked to the creature, her gaze roaming him. What precisely did he have planned for her? Surely their species would not be... compatible. Emmalee had heard rumors, but they always said such things about foreign powers. It was altogether likely that Emmalee would become an ornament, a showcase of power much like the other beauty.

"I suppose there is no point in attempting negotiation?" she asked, her eyes locking into his. She had to at least try one last time. For her people.

 

[DomG]

RE: The Conquest by The People

Isilmorte hissed softly as the mouth of his pet stroked over the tentacle that had pressed into her mouth, two others reaching out to lightly stroke over her face, brushing at random over her smooth skin, through her silken hair, tightening at her throat for just a moment before the tentacle in her mouth began to slowly withdraw, teasing at her and stopping with just the tip at her lips, a silent signal to her that she was to worship the tentacle as though it were his member, to simulate with that smooth and powerful muscle what she had been trained for countless months to preform to his satisfaction.

He wanted to provide to the Princess Emmalee an image of what was coming for her in the near future, what he had in store for her and an idea of the fact that she would come to enjoy and crave it. “You sound as though you fear what I have in store for you.” He said slowly, smiling again, a hint of which was visible through the gaps in the tendrils that hung from above his mouth, his eyes betraying the cruelties that ran through his mind. Moving slowly he stepped behind his slave, both sets of hands working in unison to remove the thin robes she wore and the silks soon followed.

His large and cold hands played over her body as the scraps of silk were removed, hungrily cupping and squeezing the exposed flesh, peeling aside her lower lips to expose the moisture that he knew would be there along with the small ring of bright gold that pierces her clit. This was more then just enjoying the feel of her body for his pleasure, he was putting what was his on display and showing how much she enjoyed it... the tattoos that traced over her body declared her as his property, declared her undying devotion to him, proclaimed to any that could read it that she served at the pleasure of a powerful Archon and that she only held value so long as he remained pleased... the piercings and jewels were there for his amusement though... the gold that formed the piercings came from the melted down tiara she had once wore and the jewels that adorned her body came from rings and other adornments that had once graced her... an eternal reminder of what her place had been and where she was now.

“It is right that you are fearful.” He chuckled, a dry sound that was only remotely recognizable. “You stand before your new god, in my hands your life rests. Before long you will worship me as I desire, offering to me whatever it is that I desire, all that you have will be given to me and I shall take it and more.” As a demonstration he pressed two fingers into the cunt that he was displaying. “Tell her...” He whispered into her ears. “I want for you to tell her what it was like, tell her of what is in store for her, and tell her how you have come to serve me with all you are worth.”

Of course if the princess thought the stories of impregnation were a lie or hyperbole she was mistaken, the People had a low birth rate which is why it had taken so long to rebuild their power base... but they had learned... fertile human females could give birth to pure blooded beings with just a little bit of preparation, his slaves would be bred like cattle if it pleased him.

 

[darkest_fate]

RE: The Conquest by The People

The exotic beauty recognized the silent command of her master. Her lips parted, suckling almost greedily upon the proffered tentacle. The beautiful bits of flesh slid so effortlessly apart, and soon a tongue slithered out, cautiously flicking at first. As it grew more apparent that she had guessed correctly, the slave threw herself into the task. A lewd slurping soon sounded, and drool could be seen gathering at the edge of this beauty's lips. She hungered for it, her mind so driven toward sexual pleasure that it became her all. That fervor showed with each motion, and she slid an impressive amount of tentacle into her tight throat, the warm cavern of her mouth eagerly welcoming the guest.

Emmalee stared at this with abject horror. She could not completely steel her expression, so unprepared for the other girl's reaction. The virginal princess could only gape as the exotic beauty performed the obviously erotic act, throwing herself into it. Emmalee blushed for the shame of it, wanting suddenly to use her own magicks to disappear, or even to end this girl's life. Yet it was quite apparent that the kneeling beauty loved what she did and what was being done to her. For that exotic flower moaned and rolled her body as her master reached down. Silks parted, revealing the lean body beneath. The slitted folds of her sex looked puffed already, moisture clinging to nether lips that had long since grown used to foreign invasion. The shimmering gold of the piercing along the swollen clit drew Emmalee's especial attention, and she gasped at the sight. She'd heard of the art of piercing one's body, but she'd never have expected something like this, with an area so tender, so private...

The creature spoke again, and Emmalee tore her gaze away from the writhing woman to the male who owned her. The words he spoke slithered down Emmalee's spine, forcing the beautiful princess to shudder. She had little doubt that he spoke truly, though her resolve to resist only hardened. She would worship him in body, succumb to his will if that was what it took to preserve her people and her life, but she would never succumb to him in the way he wanted.

The command at the end of those words punctured the exotic girl's lust. Princess Mei-Lin pulled her lips from the tentacle, letting out a soft moan. Her hips had already started rolling, the moisture of her sex sounding out its existence quite tellingly. With hooded eyes, the bound beauty stared up at the princess, at a girl who could have been her own past reflection. "I was once like you," she spoke, her voice melodic, her accent surprisingly light. "A proud princess of a foreign land. My people fell before the Great People. Our swordsmen were naught, our mystics were naught, our people was naught. All is naught before the Great People.

"My people now serve the Great People. I resisted at first, believing in the proud spirit of my ancestors. My great master showed me the error of my ways. He opened up the doors of desire, showing me the pleasures of my body and of my flesh. I open myself to him. I am his. He may take and use my body as he wishes, and I want nothing else but that. I want to feel him, mm,' she rolled her hips, her voice finally faltering after those several moments of clarity. she pinched pink lips behind pearl white teeth, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He has punctured all my holes with his great members, as he will you. You will become my sister-slave, and we shall together bear his offspring," Mei-Lin rubbed at her stomach, cooing slightly. "I look forward to being the mother of the Great Master's offspring, for he is great. It is an honor to serve him. Oh, master," she rolled her eyes back, pleasure showing itself. She bent backward slightly, her hands falling to grip her ankles, her body bending toward the creature that so easily manipulated her flesh. "Please, master, I need--I wish to serve. Please..."

She whimpered then, rotating her hips toward her master. Emmalee took that moment to break her gaze from the obscene scene before her, staring into the eyes of the creature. "She is--and that is to be my fate?" her eyes flicked nervously to the gyrating woman. Surely not, surely she would never... never become... that.

 

[DomG]

RE: The Conquest by The People

A human was unlikely to understand the politics of The People... breeding was a massively important thing to them but it wasn't about the purity of the blood, it was about the improving of the race. Using humans allowed for more rapid breeding but Isilmorte chose his slaves for a very particular reason. He of course appreciated the beauty of their forms, the softness of the flesh, the swell of breast and bottom, human beauty was something to be coveted by The People and to possess such quality was enviable... but more then that came the power princesses had. More often then not Royal families had a strong connection to magical power, an affinity for it and by taking the daughters of these families as his then he could ensure that his own heirs became more powerful, increasing their chance of holding higher position in society...

And of course he could use their power as his own, drawing strength from them to improve his already impressive well of magic which could be drawn from. He could feel Emmalee's power and knew that he would feed well from her power, his tentacled wrapping around her body as he drew deep from her strength. As a High Archon he was only two tiers down from being the Supreme Archon of The People, and at only a century old he had a long time to make the climb, he was still a young male and more then virile enough to handle two slaves and a few more when the opportunity presented... larger kingdoms would come next and he would enjoy leading the charge to take those kingdoms.

“Mei-Lin has glossed over some details...” He said slowly, his eyes narrowed as his fingers withdrew from her cunt and gave the ring through her clit a sharp tug as a punishment for displeasing him, her display and need not swaying him at all... the scent of virgin princess trembling in fear nearby overriding any thought that he might have to take his princess just right then. “She screamed and threatened me for quite some time, more then once attempted to kill me. She is lucky that I found her cunt so enjoyable otherwise I would have just tossed her aside and allowed her to become a public slave, thrown into the street to be used by any who had even the slightest interest and most passing desire.” For a moment he pressed forward, his hardened members grinding against her presented body for a few moments before he moved away from her, striding towards his newest acquisition with slow menace, let her tremble in fear, let her run... he would enjoy himself more if she tried to escape from his grasp. The sounds of battle from elsewhere in the castle were dying down, the conquest would soon be ending, any other minor nobility that survived would be enslaved and Isilmorte would take the throne as new forces were built up again.

“Look at her now though...” He said, advancing slowly towards his chosen princess, tentacles in constant motion now. “Pathetic and groveling for me to plant my seed deep within her, she has no more pride, she exists to serve me and she will do so until I tire of her.” With a small shift of his hand he motioned for her to approach him from behind, starting to shrug off his robes but wanting her to take them away for him, using her as little more then an assistant before he raped his chosen new slave. "When I am done with you I will have another obedient little cow who wants nothing more then to give me as much pleasure as she can, even if my pleasure comes from her pain."

 

[darkest_fate]

RE: The Conquest by The People

Perhaps Mei-Lin glossed over details on purpose. For when her master pulled at the ring upon her clit, she let a yelp that was not displeased. A small coo left her, and all could see a little trickle of juices that seemed to have leaked from just that motion. The beautiful exotic continued to writhe and pant, her hungry eyes watching every motion her master made. Mei-Lin's gaze settled upon her master's groin, where she knew the source of her ultimate pleasure lay. Just thinking about her master's impressive sex, with its twin members that dwarfed any mere man, made Mei-Lin heady with desire. Her already clouded mind became quite foggy, her tongue lolling out as want tightly gripped her senses. all this climaxed in a yelp and a shiver as the creature pressed against his pet, nearly grinding against her with his twin members. Mei-Lin shifted, her waist raising like an animal ready to be mated. When Isilmorte left, his slave whimpered, but did not move.

Emmalee watched the display with something akin to horror. The sheer thought of such a creature doing that to a human being, and the details Isilmorte insisted upon announcing. It all caused the dread within Emmalee to tighten further, her stomach twisting into painful knots. Yet none of it came close to the very visual display of the slave whimpering and writhing, obviously hungry for the slightest morsel of attention from this commanding creature.

As such, Emmalee was already looking at Mei-Lin when Isilmorte essentially ordered her to. She saw the tentacles writhing, saw the groveling, saw the complete lack of will. A little motion, and Mei-Lin scampered like a dog. The beautiful woman obediently took the robes, holding them close and looking enthralled at the mere idea.

It was as those robes left the creature that Emmalee forced her gaze back to him. She'd heard so many rumors about the... the "People" and their bodies. Hints of multiple rods, at least two instead of the natural one. Rumors of deformed skin, of devilish bodies, of everything. Rumors that Emmalee had never thought to see first hand, let alone directed toward her. The panicked princess considered escaping in just that moment, her eyes flitting about the room. They landed upon the still bleeding corpse of her guard, a very solid reminder that she, that her people, had in fact lost. She would submit; there was no other choice.

"What--" stammered Emmalee, her voice slipping as the fear choked her, "what would you h-have me do?"

Perhaps she would not have to take him within her...? at least, the first time...? but judging by the way Mei-Lin rolled her hips and moaned, rubbing the robes against her, Emmalee doubted that Isilmorte was one to exercise... restraint.

 

[DomG]

Isilmorte watched as the eyes of the princess took in his majesty, how could there be any doubt in the mind of a human facing him that they gazed upon a superior being? His four arms were each very strong, his powerful legs supporting his tall body, his twin cocks long and thick in a way that no human man could compete with, and beneath them his balls hung each as large as her fist. Oh the sight of her already had him hard, his cocks standing out from his body, already starting to leak just a little bit of clear fluid that would serve to ease his entry into her and had the wonderful secondary effect as a potent aphrodisiac, a weaker version of the potent venom that was produced in the bulb of his tail, a secondary sex organ that had quite a few uses that he would be happy to demonstrate to Emmalee.

Knowing that Mei-Lei was standing close behind him, able to feel her adoring gaze Isilmorte smile to himself, his tail slowly twisting and raising, the outer sheath of skin that covered the bulb peeling back and revealing the slick flesh beneath, the flesh convulsing quickly before a small jet of clear liquid erupted from it and sprayed across her face. It was rare that he used such a potent does on Mei-Lei, he knew that it was likely to have a very powerful affect on her but that didn't matter to him at all, in truth he intended to ignore her needs for the time being while focusing his lusts on Emmalee, let Mei-Lei suffer and writhe without any attention paid to her at all.

“No idea at all do you?” He asked slowly with his head tilting slowly to the side as he examined her, reaching out for her now, arms and tentacles all moving in unison with his lower arms holding her in place while his upper arms and the tentacles grasped her dress and started to pull it apart. With his great strength it would be easy enough for him to just shred it but he was enjoying taking it apart slowly, knowing it would play with her fears even more and that fear would make what was coming all the more enjoyable. “Mei-Lin may have been a virgin when I first took her but she had been taught the basics of the erotic arts and once properly motivated knew how to pleasure a man... perhaps you need similar motivation. If you do not get to work right away, find some way to please me, then I will make you suffer a great deal right away, I won't even give you the benefit of the aphrodisiac that is right now working its way through Mei-Lin... a potent work to ensure you enjoy the experiences I can offer you.”

 

[darkest_fate]

Was this creature built for such terrors? Emmalee's eyes took in every bit of the being before her, and that was the one thought roaring at the forefront of her mind. Four arms, two members, tentacles and tails; it all looked very phallic, very much designed for mating. Emmalee supposed that some creatures might have developed for it, or perhaps this creature was simply one of the better of its race. It hardly mattered; Emmalee found herself staring at the creature anyway. Her eyes fell upon the tail. It twisted, and Emmalee's eyes widened. She'd heard tales of a venom that brewed within the beasts, to be unleashed via that appendage. these thoughts and more floated in Emmalee's mind as the tail convulsed. Clear liquid, thick and viscous, sprayed over the beautiful exotic's face.

And Mei-Lin cried out for joy. She felt the spray hitting her face, and the drug worked almost instantly. The poor thing had already been aroused even before this, eagerly awaiting the slightest favor from her master. Now she had his fluids across her face, the warmth of it bubbling against her skin. She moaned throaty and deep, her eyes rolling as her body convulsed just slightly. Hands went up to smear the fluids, before drawing it between parted lips. The delicious taste of it washed over the woman, and she bucked. Heat poured through her. It forced her nipples to painful points, each looking about to explode from her chest. That heat poured between her legs. Her sex melted, juices pouring forth. Hands fell between legs, working the flesh and creating more. The wet squelching of fingers digging into flesh sounded in the room, and the heady smell of highly aroused female began to drift.

All within an instant. For in that time, Isilmorte had stepped forward, grabbing hold of Emmalee. The still virginal princess gasped in fear. She felt tentacles pulling at the rich folds of her dress. Seams stretched, the fabric contorting. The creature was not instantly stripping her, which struck Emmalee as odd. She took several deep breaths, the panic and fear eating at her. Yet the sounds coming from the writhing woman distracted her, almost more so than the words and the sensations from the creature.

"What...?" was all the princess managed, her head jerking back to Isilmorte. "I am... my innocence was to be... to be treasured. I--" was kept innocent, painfully so. She understood the basics, of course, but she'd never done more than steal a few kisses, as was expected of her. The girl didn't even fully know how to tease her own body, and was hardly aware of the secrets that lay within. that body still remained swathed in silk and cloth, the several layers of a royal serving as a meek shield.

"Aphrodisiac...?" repeated the princess. Her wide eyes looked to Mei-Lin. "So the poison is... oh gods..."

For the exotic had lost herself. Her hands dug into her sex, squelching. Another pinched her nipple, pulling it up. Her lips descended to suckle upon her breast, nearly nibbling. And then she jerked and spasmed, falling back. Juices nearly sprayed from her sex, soaking her fingers and puddling on the floor. Yet the woman kept writhing and digging, her orgasm stretching and building, cresting like a wave to crush against the shore of her body, only to build yet again.

Emmalee's mouth worked, but words failed her. It took all she had to maintain her dignity, and even then, she wasn't certain she could keep it up for much longer. Reality was starting to crystallize around her, and it was a far cry from her life prior to that moment.

 

[DomG]

The invasion and conquest had been planed for for generations, the entire existence of The People had been bent towards the return to and the conquest of the world above them. Immense magical power and a great deal of selective breeding had been put into place in order to strengthen them and improve the plans. There were of course intelligent and magically talented mages, massive and muscular warriors with little on their minds but the next battle, and those who stood between and above those two groups and all others, the rulers of The People, the Archon class. In terms of magical talent an Archon was expected to be a match for any mage and able to handle a warrior in single combat. Isilmorte was immensely talented even among his own kind, most of the world above belonged to humanity and at in the coming days much of it still would... but this current wave of the invasion put an end to the subtlety and the conquest would begin in earnest soon... something he was looking forward to enjoying once he had taking his enjoyment from the princess he was undressing.

The protest of Emmalee that she was innocent irritated him though, while he knew a little bit about their culture The People were limited in their ability to gather information of course, their interrogations of captured humans over the year had led to very little in the particulars about the nobility of this nation... he had been hoping that like Mei-Lei's people she might have had some training in the basics of the erotic arts, Mei-Lei had been a virgin but there had been lessons taught to her so she would be able to please whomever it was she married... the innocence was not such a terrible thing but right now it was irritation, Isilmorte needed some release and he wanted to bury his cocks in the virginal princess before him.

Still her reaction to what he had shown her using Mei-Lei did provide him with an idea though, her calling it a poison made his lips twitch into a smile as the tentacles below his face slipped up and gripped her head, holding it in place and forcing her to lock eyes with him while his hands continued to randomly pull apart the clothing she still wore. “Poison, your people have heard of that particular trait that we posses?” It was clear that he was amused, pressing for her to speak further. There was something to be said about her calling it a poison, in a way she was right. It was not a venom that would kill a person but instead a poison that would bring about the end of their kinds dominance by making subverting them much easier. Their kind enslaved, women used to increase the numbers of their enemies, humanity would fall before long and once humanity had fallen their gods would be brought low and enslaved, The People were going to be the undisputed masters of all.

Holding her in place, tentacles gripping the sides of her jaw and pulling her mouth open, dipping in and enjoying the sensation for a moment he kept her gaze focused on him while his tail arched up over his shoulder, making sure she would see it, ensuring she would see the liquid that dripped from the tip. “Mei-Lei received a small dose really and an indirect one at that. Normally we work to insert it directly into our chosen playthings.” The tail was pressing forward slowly, soon pressed to her lips and beyond then, the sheath that could cover the bulb starting to close up to seal it in place as the bulb spasmed, pouring more of the viscous liquid into her mouth... a less concentrated dose then what Mei-Lei had gotten as it took time to regenerate more... but he wanted her nervous and he wanted her ready to beg.

 

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Mei-Lin continued her neglected writhing, joyfully oblivious to the taking of her fellow princess. while the spraying upon her might have been a "light" dose, comparatively speaking, it did wonders for the exotic. Each breath let her suck in more and more of the creature's musk, letting it overrun her senses. Just the smell alone sent signals of pure arousal into Mei-Lin's addled mind. It forced her body to recall all those sessions of pure pleasure, her body bent and twisted into erotic fantasies for the creature who now claimed her very being. The added magi-chemical results of its aphrodisiac properties was almost secondary to that. It drove the girl to thrusting her fingers into her own sex, plunging deep, and squirming among a puddle of her own juices.

Though neither Princess Emmalee nor High Arch Isilmorte were likely to notice. Emmalee knew that she was locked in something of a battle of wills with the representative of his people, a battle that she fully expected to lose by a wide margin. She shivered as she felt the tendrils pulling at her face, drawing her beautiful countenance up to look at the creature. Terror greeted Emmalee, and she felt her stomach twist. Her legs became watery, standing becoming incredibly difficult. Everything about this was something out of a night terror, from the questing tentacles to the prying hands. Emmalee's beautiful royal gown had been effortlessly parted, and now she stood in her outer undergarment, a silken thing complete with corset. that too would only last so long before the insistent monster, a fact that both princess and captor knew all too well. The words further battered at the princess, making her swallow hard.

"We... some of us... studied your people," tried Emmalee, her voice shaking uncontrollably now. She was nearly fighting against the urge to wet herself or faint, so terrifying was the visage that filled her scope. She could hear the sounds of Mei-Lin's abandonment, and knew that each moan predicted her own future. "We kn-kn-knew that your people possess some s-s-sort of liquid from the tail..."

Her eyes drifted toward that anatomy as she spoke. A shiver shook the princess, and as the tail moved, those same eyes looked back to him. Panic filled her as Emmalee struggled to recall the details. Could he have filled himself with the poison again in such a short time? Surely he needed at least a few hours to restore his stock of the potent stuff. Yet that tail drifted closer, and Emmalee felt the terror gripping her tight. Adding to it was the hands pulling apart corset and slip, soon to leave her in only a pair of foreign made primary underthings: the frilliest, most feminine of undergarments imaginable, considered to be completely private for a female and shown only to lovers. They barely covered her most essential parts, leaving wide expanses of her delicate flesh to the air.

Yet the tentacles held Emmalee tight. She felt the strong muscles pulling at her mouth. For the first time, the princess let her feat take over. Her hands went upward, prying at the tentacles, desperate to avoid that fate. She knew better; she was logical and intelligent. Yet all that flew from her as she watched the threatening tail drift closer to her parted lips. liquid dripped from it, and again, Emmalee felt that she might find liquid dripping from herself, and not in the manner that the creature likely intended. She moaned quite loudly, smeared words dribbling from her warped mouth. Tears began to flow from her brown eyes as barriers and strength crumbled. Then the tail pushed aside lips. Emmalee tried her best to lower her teeth, to prevent, but she felt the creature push aside her. The bulb sealed her, and darkness swam as Emmalee struggled for breath. She gagged upon the thing, saliva dripping around and sliding. Yet she soon felt the liquid squirting within. The princess struggled to keep from swallowing, her cheeks beginning to bulge and the gagging worsening. A deep red started to creep up her cheeks as the struggle for air became almost violent, but the princess would not willingly submit to this. It was not that she believed she had a chance, but simply that her body would not allow meek submission, not now, not in this moment.

 

[DomG]

The Princess Emmalee saying that she and others had been studying his kind made Isilmorte chuckle a little bit, watching as she started to turn red as she tried her best to avoid swallowing the potent fluid that he had poured into her mouth. It was a futile thing to do really, the drug that his body produced might be more efficient it if entered her body in a direct fashion but it could be absorbed through the skin, soak into her tongue, and even the scent of his bodies potent musk was an aphrodisiac on its own, the same scent pouring from the viscous liquid in a much more concentrated amount. The moment he decided to use it upon her she was powerless to fight him, sooner or later it would all be over and Isilmorte was looking forward to watching her continue to struggle against the inevitable.

“You studied us?” He asked, pouring more of the thick and strong smelling liquid into her mouth, knowing that any reserve he had would soon be entirely emptied but she wouldn't be able to get away with holding it her mouth for all that long. Sooner or later she would need to breath and even without trying to swallow some of it would make its way down her throat. “You might as well be a child attempting to studies the movements of the stars and planets, we are beyond you... we are the rightful rulers of this planet and soon your entire species will understand the truth of it. You will beg for me to drench you in my... poison.”

He was a little surprised by what little she was still wearing, the underthings she wore the sort of thing that he liked allowing Mei-Lei to more when he didn't just keep her naked, expensive for the humans who paid for them, skimpy, and enjoyable to feel. Sneering a little at her his lower arms moved, one pulling her legs apart while the other brushed long and nimble fingers over her covered sex, lightly pressing there into the cleft, his tentacles tracing over her face gently. “Now princess why don't you just give in and drink deeply, then you can fall to your knees and worship me with your tongue while Mei-Lei finds a way to thank me for the gift that I gave her.”

He knew Mei would hear him, not sure what she would do but a little encouragement for her to get to work and be a little more proactive then just fingering herself.

 

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The liquid continued to pour into Emmalee's mouth, visibly demonstrating for her just how much the People could actually produce. The princess struggled with the load, her desperation not to swallow becoming more frantic with each passing moment. Her cheeks began to bulge in an almost comical manner, as more and more liquid filled her mouth. Emmalee could feel the potent stuff lingering upon her tongue, and she even suspected that even that slightest bit would begin to affect her. Even if by some miracle it didn't, there still remained the fact that she simply could not prevent all of it from sliding down her throat. Emmalee could already feel bits of it slithering down her, gliding toward her body, even as she struggled. The girl knew she could, and likely would, vomit the stuff up, but even with all her efforts, some would get through. Which only posed the question: would some be enough?

Isilmorte seemed to think so. His taunting words continued to hammer down upon Emmalee's flagging self-esteem and willpower. She struggled valiantly to listen, breathe, and fight all at the same time. Worse still, part of her agreed wholeheartedly with the creature's assertion: it was eerily similar to what she and her supporters had been saying. They simply hadn't enough data to understand these people, because everyone had been so mired in their fantasies and denial. Now the princess was paying the price, as every inch of her fought against that which she already knew to be inevitable.

To her personal horror, the creature seemed to enjoy what she wore. the delicate lacy white things were more accents than anything, though they performed their task admirably enough. Still, they hardly provided protection from an arm as it sought Emmalee's sex. The princess's teary eyes widened at the touch, a little squeal of protest coming from around her still sealed lips. She could feel more tentacles caressing her face, possessively, and that terror twisted her gut tighter still. The princess rocked, trying to squeeze her thighs together and dance in place. In fact, Emmalee's entire body became tight.

Then, against the princess's wishes, she gagged. Gagged mightily. The collected liquid in her mouth slid up through her nose, leaking out and dribbling. Bits leaked from around her mouth, and she nearly vomited against the bulb that still sealed her. The girl's face had turned a brilliant red as she fought against the urge to swallow, though her throat obviously worked. As a necessary support, Emmalee's hands clung tightly to Isilmorte, so desperate for anything that could support them in their hour of need.

Meanwhile, the words had punctured Mei-Lin's self-absorbed haze. Her training kicked in, and the exotic beauty rotated, looking up at her master with love and lust in her gaze. She could see the princess struggling and knew that help was needed. withdrawing her hands, Mei-Lin crawled over. First her tongue began lashing at the bulb and the splattered bits, gathering the aphrodisiac eagerly, as though it were nectar. Her tongue lashed Emmalee's face as well, seeming to hint at future possibilities. The beautiful girl rocked slightly back, her hand falling between her master's legs to find the upper member, her personal favorite. digits encircled it, squeezing as if to ready.

"Mei-Lin is sorry, master," she cooed, looking up at him. Her eyes begged and her hand jerked. 'Please, master, let Mei-Lin know what you want her to do. Would you like her to help make the pretty stupid girl swallow master's wonderful sauce? Or should she work on preparing master's beautiful rods? Oh please," she pumped the cock almost vigorously, her breath still coming in pants, "please, master, tell Mei-Lin what to do..."

And even through her horror, Emmalee heard her fellow princess, heard her and felt more despair sink within.

 

[DomG]

There was nothing left, Isilmorte smiled to himself when he felt his inner reserves of his bodies potent venom emptied, knowing that it had been a long time since he had used to much of it but not minding in the least, the amount that he was using on Emmalee was likely to have a rather amusing affect upon her. She could try to resist as long as she chose but it wouldn't matter, it would work, it always worked, and when she was under its sway he would enjoy using her willing body while she begged for more.

As the thick fluid began to pour from her nose Isilmorte slowly withdrew the bulb from her mouth, still sticky with fluid while his tentacles moved to hold her mouth shut and keep her from spitting it out, one of them even moving to slowly massage her throat and encourage her to swallow. Oh she might think that she can just throw it up and purge her body but soon he doubted she would be able to think that far ahead. Isilmorte however was thinking ahead a little bit, watching as Mei-Lei started to lick at Emmalee's face, not a single sign of disgust shown despite the fact that the fluid had poured from her nose just moment ago, her hand wrapping around his member and stroking it in the way she knew he liked best. Could it be that the greedy girl was trying to spill his seed before he would be able to penetrate his new toy, thinking she could hold onto her masters attention in that fashion? It was an amusing thought but one that was meaningless in the end.

His hand ceased stroking Emmalee through her skimpy underthing and grasped Mei-Lei's wrist, squeezing her firmly before removing the hand. “Mei... since your new sister here seems to have trouble understanding that swallowing would make this entire experience so much better I think you should help introduce it into her system... keep what is in your mouth there and press your tongue up into her tight little slit, make sure to coat her clit thoroughly.” It was more powerful this way, Isilmorte knew that the direct application to her most sensitive region would have a more interesting effect upon her.

With Emmalee grasping his body to stay upright he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him, letting her feel his naked arousal against her body, let her feel the precum leaking from his cocks over her skin, ready to ease his entrance into her even further. "Stop fighting me princess." He whispered to her, teeth tracing over her neck gently, his tongue tasting her. "We know how this ends, the more you struggle, the more rigid you are... the more pieces you will shatter into when we reach the end of the journey, your body twisted into a vision of beauty like your slave-sister, stretched to carry my heirs and you will enjoy the honor."

 

[darkest_fate]

{If you could give me a heads up or description for what the potent venom does, I can definitely have Emmalee react more strongly to it. I'm sort of winging it without something more definite}

The fluid continued to pour, Emmalee continuing to wonder where it could all possibly be coming from. She felt it leaking about her face, felt a tongue lathering it up, gathering the loose bits. The virginal princess winced at the sensation of another's tongue upon her, a female tongue, an aroused tongue. It was precisely what Emmalee did not need: another sensation assaulting her body. For she could already feel her heat rising, a distinct heat that pooled between her legs, that tightened her nipples, that brought a further flush to her already heated body. The heat made it difficult not to simply submit, to swallow and let it go. Tendrils massaged an already strained throat, coaxing it for release, for submission. Despair tightened Emmalee's stomach further, making her suck it in, stiffen more.

Though the princess nearly relaxed as she felt the hand withdraw from her sex. Perhaps he would honor her resistance to some degree? See something in her? But instead, she saw the hand go to the exotic beauty. Mei-Lin's face crinkled in confusion as her hand parted from her master. Emmalee saw those puzzled eyes rise to the foul creature, eagerly taking in each and every word. The virginal princess heard them as well, and her eyes one more widened. New sister... introduce... Emmalee felt herself gag again, her throat working in the opposite direction of the master's hope. More drizzled from her still sealed lips, drizzling down.

Mei-Lin saw this, saw it and heard her master's command. With something like a smile, she descended. Her lithe tongue extended, liberally scooping up the potent fluid, dragging across Emmalee's face. Both princesses could see the pool of it gathered in the dip of Mei-Lin's tongue, precariously balanced and awaiting a new location. Emmalee watched with pure horror as the exotic descended. She felt delicate hands pull her panties away from her trembling flesh. A negating sound left the princess, and she arched, wiggling and attempting to move away. Bad enough that she must engage in something with this foul creature; at least he was male. Now he wanted this female to be the first to touch Emmalee's most private of areas. The princess wasn't even fully sure what a clit was, beyond some vague mentions in some of her readings. She knew that she was about to find out.

Hands went between Emmalee's nethers, pulling back flesh to reveal that little button. Mei-Lin bent, her tongue still curled, and hovered above it, her hot breath panting against Emmalee's flesh. The tongue extended, smearing the liquid heat across Emmalee's little button. The princess jerked mightily, her entire body trembling from exertion and from sensation. Yet Mei-Lin continued to work that little nub, her tongue circling and smearing the drug against Emmalee.

The new princess looked up at her captor, her hand still gripped, still struggling not to swallow, as pointless as she felt that to be.e She felt him descend upon her, his teeth teasing, his tongue lashing. She knew the words to be true, felt the truth in the core of her. She could feel her own temperature rising, a distinct tingling between her loins acting as a warning system. Emmalee knew that she had mere moments of resistance left. The panic drove her more than logic or thought. Her throat began jerking, her body writhing to move away. It became quite apparent that with the option still available, without an alternative, Emmalee intended to vomit forth the liquid still sloshing in her bulging cheeks. She must act, must perform resistance while she still possessed the power to do so.

 

[DomG]

The venom his body produced was not a natural fluid born of evolution. It was something that Isilmorte had developed himself after many years of intense research, both alchemical, magical, and of course a great deal of of experimentation on test subjects to ensure it worked perfectly before the gland that produced it had been implanted into his body. The People believed quite strongly in self improvement through any means possible, no matter how extreme they might be, and its development was part of Isilmorte's meteoric rise.

It was clear, thick, and had a different taste to everyone of his test subjects. Its effects were multiple, not only was it an immensely powerful aphrodisiac that caused a reaction in humans similar to an animal in hear but it also would start to change the desires of the people it was used upon. Slowly it would change things so that they were naturally attracted to The People, in particular the source of the venom they received most frequently, and of course its most insidious aspect was the addictive quality that it had... over time the body would come to crave it, just as she would come to crave him it was only a matter of time until Emmalee needed the venom he produced. Whether it was poured into her mouth, absorbed into her skin, applied to her most sensitive areas, or even just the scent of it... there would be no going back for the princess now that her master had exposed her to his venom.

“Mei-Lin is well trained isn't she?” He asked slowly, his teeth still grazing the flesh of his latest capture, smirking as he looked down to his well trained little slut working at the virginal slit of her fellow princess, his tentacles wrapping around Emmalee's neck, not squeezing so tight that it would keep her from swallowing but with enough force to show her the power that he had over her, how he could easily snuff her life out at a moments notice. “I ensured that her training would encompass the female form of her own kind, you will be trained in the same manner that she was, I look forward to seeing your limp and exhausted bodies entwined together.”

As much as he was enjoying the scene though, the contrast between how obedient Mei-Lin was, willing to degrade herself for just a moments acknowledgment from him, and how disgusted Emmalee clearly was with the entire experience, Isilmorte was starting to loose his patience, he had conquered this land and been anticipating his personal conquest of the princess who know stood before him, both his members standing erect and painfully hard. He needed release immediately and if he didn't get it then he would likely soon grow impulsive and violent. With a growl of frustration one of the tendrils from his mouth snaked around her face, pinching her nose closed and holding it tight. “Now you can either swallow or you can suffocate Princess... there are plenty of others around for me to take as playthings.” Something he would rather avoid but a credible threat none the less.