To Defile a Goddess {darkest_fate & Google}

[darkest_fate]

The female who strode through the smoky, stinky war camp drew the eyes of all she passed. Head upon head swiveled as she strode past, her confident gait never slowing, her beautiful head never wavering. Two pairs of crystal blue eyes stared steadily forward, as though the mass of disgusting bodies around her amounted to nothing. The buxom blonde contrasted sharply with the gathered dark-kin. Orcs, trolls, goblins, and other creatures stood around, supposedly doing tasks but mostly staring at the goddess as she passed. Even their dim minds recognized her for who she was.

For she was the goddess Athena, or at least that was the uninspired name that the various clerics had given to the beautiful girl when she'd been plucked from the various masses. Athena, goddess of light, who blessed those that championed all that was good and pure and fought against the gathering dark, now strode through the camp of dark-kin as though she were in her own. An impressive blade still hung at her hip, slapping against her form thigh with each and every step. Few had seen her use the weapon, though several heard tell that she could. She was a goddess, or at least layered with enough divine charms and magicks that she could fulfill the role. Truly, anyone pretty enough could be magicked into the position, could they not? And Athena certainly filled a breastplate: even the custom one wrought of pure mithril seemed to struggle to contain the bounty within.

Golden blessed bracers covered the lower part of her arms, and divine grieves covered a pair of luscious legs. The flowing robes did little to hide the head-turning curves of the woman, though they did seem to try. The slit made for combat did bare leg with each confident stride, however, and a canny enough goblin could view the blessed crotch of this blessed being. Said treasure did happen to be covered with a piece of divine fabric that was said to help stave off impure thoughts: woven by the goddess of chastity and sent to reinforce Athena's purity.

For the divine symbol of the forces of light must remain pure, untouched, despite the evident desire even from her own forces. At least a few of the elders on the council felt disgruntled, often having to take out sexual frustrations on wives or whores. None gave them the release they craved. Perhaps that was why they had only been too eager to agree to the barbarian's treaty. One year of peace, one year without the forces of dark to harass them, and all they had to do was exchange their goddess. Naturally she'd willingly agreed to it, insisting on going without a guard.

None of the lesser dark-kin would go near her as she strode through the camp, making a steady line for where the chieftain awaited.

Among his court was a sly dark elf. She'd often served the chief well and willingly, indulging in her more wanton behaviors to further power her own dark magicks. Her ebony skin laid mostly bared, save for the intricate tattoos covering much of the expanse. Pure silver hair had been shorn short, tucked away from an angular face that bore a singular scar rippling near the left ear. A piercing shot through the beautiful nose, a ring that could connect to various other parts of her body. Loose dark-kin garb covered her slender form, hiding away the smallish breasts but leaving no doubt to the lean femininity that lay beneath.

"I have prepared the mixture, my liege," she whispered to the king, drawing a need from her bag. It was a long, wicked looking point that she held for his admiration. "Simply prick a female with this and it will send her into ovulation, triggering that primal recourse inside every female body. It will not fully overcome the disgusting magicks on this so called goddess," she turned and spat, "but it will begin, and if you can best her repressive garb upon her womanly parts, then it should at least allow you to do what you do best."

Jae'lyll had to smile at that as she looked down at the chieftain's crotch area, knowing full well what lay there. She herself would likely bare his offspring by now, had she not used her own fertility to power magicks such as worked upon the needle she extended to her ally now.

 

[DomG]

Many species looked at Orcs as a plague or a menace, more often someone elses problem if you could afford to meet their demands when they were outside of your walls. They wanted livestock, raw materials, and most of all they wanted slaves. That was the number one resource they waged war for and there was an excellent reason for that... they needed slaves.

Orcs were skilled at many things, they were brilliant when it came to metal work, could erect a sturdy settlement in days, given a month they would have a small enclosed city, just a few more and it would be a sprawling fortess city that would stand against almost anything, and their Shamans were adept at wielding the forces of nature and bending them to their will... but they were not a people inclined towards tending fields or mining for raw material, to impatient for the first and to large to move easily in the mines the material would often come from.

It was for those reasons that they went to war, the primary goal was to gather and collect slaves and if they were given enough slaves they would be happy to leave you in peace... at least until they wanted more slaves. The average Orc was a savage warrior who was worth at least four men in combat and could survive some of the most debilitating wounds, but a smart chief-titan knew that it was more efficient to leave a willing city intact so that they could return in five years to gain more slaves from a population that already knew better... however if they were refused then your city would be razed and the population enslaved anyway.

Azgor wasn't just a smart Chief-titan, some went so far as to call him brilliant, a monster of an Orc that had united the many tribes into a single powerful horde that was known and feared across most of the civilized world. Just the sign of the black flame upon a red banner, his personal symbol, was enough to cause most to gather up a good portion of their population and hand them over as slaves in order to avoid the danger that his horde represented. Under his rule challengers were quickly beaten into submission and an empire was being forged as more and more Orc cities sprang up, the nearest of which was just a few leagues away, a city that would serve as home for Azgor and the capitol of his empire for the next year of so while the city he was camped before would wait for their goddess to be returned to them.

The treaty was a rather simple one, Azgor had heard of a beautiful human 'goddess' who dwelt in the nearby city, a divine embodiment of war and purity, a living symbol of the light that just begged to be defiled. Over the centuries many cities of both elf and human had been the home of a god or goddess and gifted their people with a time of peace and prosperity... some had been slayed by Orcs before but Azgor had something more sinister in mind. The army that he had brought to bear before the city had been a truly massive one, one that no city could prevail against no matter how strong their armies or brilliant their generals. That army had just camped outside of the city, waited there for a while until the humans grew curious and sent an emissary. The message that emissary had carried back was a simple one, surrender the Goddess Athena to the Chief-titan of the Orc army for a single year and the city would be left untouched... no other slaves taken and on the word of Azgor himself she would be returned safely in a years time.

Maybe they believed him and maybe they didn't... but in the end it didn't matter because his terms had been agreed too. The 'goddess' Athena would be his and while they might think that would make them safe they had no inkling of the Orc's true plan... he would defile their goddess completely and turn their symbol of light into a symbol of his power. She would return to them in a year, his child at her breast, and word would spread of the Orc that could conqueror the power of the heavens.

He had awoken with the rising of the sun, knowing that it wouldn't be long before his prize arrived. His massive frame had stretched over his camp bed, helping to awaken him and remove the slight and lingering cramps from the nights sleep. Glancing to his side he saw that he was alone, Jae'lyll must have already awoken and started upon her task and the rest of his harem had been sent away, chained in chastity belts to ensure no others would use them he had gotten rid of the potential distractions while he dealt with only a single task... defiling a goddess.

Slowly, still a little slow from his recent sleep he dressed, pulling on little more then a loincloth and belting a massive sword to his hips, gulping down most of a bottle of stolen wine with little concern for its taste as he made his way from his tend to the throne that had been erected for him, even with a tent build for an Orc he had needed to duck his head to get out. It was only when you saw him in contrast to the other Orcs that you realized just what you were dealing with, he was a good six inches taller then the average Orc and broader at the shoulder but what truly made him stand out was his color... his skin a dark grey that could nearly be called black, only distinguishable because of the tattoos that swirled and twisted across his body, black ink designs that were imbued with the simple but powerful magic of his people and some containing further work from Jae'lyll to strengthen and protect him.

And speak of the ambitious little bitch there she was, appearing at his side almost like magic as he sat down on his throne, the mammoth bones creaking as his large frame made the leather that covered and bound them stretch. “Well done.” He growled, voice sounding like rocks grinding together, a landslide coming from his chest. Looking over he examined the needle that had been crafted, carefully lifted between two thick fingers and held for his inspection, truly it was a work of art on its own and the magic that it contained was perhaps move beautiful then the carefully crafted needle. “This should give me the edge that I need in what will follow.”

Then he saw her, striding through the dirt of the camp as though she was above it, others backing away from her in fear of what might happen should they touch her while Azgor only grinned wide at the sight of her, settling the needle down onto an arm rest and reaching out to grab the ass of his Dark Elf witch. “Glad to see they kept their word.” He observed with a smirk upon his face, deformed slightly by his tusks. “It would have been inconvenient to break down the city walls and drag you screaming from its ruins.” Not that he wouldn't have done it anyway.

“Now lets make sure you understand your proper place... kneel.” The last word was a clear command as he gestured to his feet, her proper place.

 

[darkest_fate]

Just beholding Azgor nearly made Jae'lyll want to get down on her knees and pull his impressive member out from the loincloth. For she knew all too well of its potency, of its size, of everything about it that made it nearly as much a feared weapon as the sword that hung upon his side. Even now, just thinking of how it would soon plunder this pure being, Jae'lyll felt a little more warmth gathering between her thighs.

The dark elf did not allow it to disturb her from her task. She passed along the cursed item, nodding at the chief she'd chosen to serve. The compliments practically had her purring, and she quickly promised him that more would be coming as he needed it. Should he ask for or require any magicks that would alter Athena's perception or further prepare her ripe form for his seed, then Jae'lyll would be standing by and ready. She let out a smile of pleasure at his touch, feeling more heat building between her thighs. Like Azgor though, her gaze turned to the beauty that strode toward them.

Athena still did not look at the camp as she strode up to the chieftain and his dark elf whore. She knew of both of them, had faced them in battle. He was nearly as important to his army as she was to hers. Never had they met on the field of combat, though Athena had little doubt that light would prevail, as it always did. Little did she realize that her "handlers" had quite purposefully kept her away from the chieftain who'd united so many orcs under one banner and one promise.

"We honor our agreements," Athena spoke, her voice reverberating some with divine power. Those blue eyes turned to look at the orc, and her little nose nearly wrinkled with disgust, disgust at his garb, disgust at his tattoos, disgust at him in general. However, he'd issued and order, and Athena knew full well that she needed to at least feign obedience.

so the goddess of light sank to her knees before the orc. She hesitated a moment before lowering her head as well. "I, Athena, goddess of light, champion of the forces of righteousness, wielder of the power of the gods, protector of the realms, offer myself to you, Azgor, feared chieftain of the dark-kin forces," she swallowed further epitaphs, mostly knowing the ones that his enemies slathered on him for humiliation, "as your personal..." she shifted again, her gold clad knees crunching the ground below, "as someone who will do whatever you say," she nearly spat the last few words, trembling, wishing that there had been some other way. But she was a goddess, she could handle this humiliation. Only a year, and then she would return to her peoples even more of a hero than she had been before.

 

[DomG]

She was gorgeous, an unspoiled treasure in a city full of vermin. Of course he had seen her before, in the days after his forces first arrived at this city and made their camp. The humans had sought to meet them in battle and drive them off but they had failed every time. Athena had served as something of a beacon for them though, inspiring hope and the most fanatical of devotion in her lesser followers and though Azgor had tried to fight his way to her so that he could defeat and capture her for himself the press of humans had always slowed him down just enough so that she would be led away from the field as her army retreated. It was unfortunate, Azgor thought to himself, he would have liked to meet her in the field, to test his strength against whatever enchantments kept her safe in battle, to tear aside what little armor she wore with his bare hands and mount her before the defenders who stood upon the wall.

That was a thought, with some chains around her hands and legs he could easily wear her as both armor and cock sheath, a way to parade her before her very city. Of course the treaty he had proposed did not allow for that, he was not to display the defiled goddess before her people during he year of peace... But when the time was done he would happily make his way to a temple devoted to her and have her worship his body in full view. Her worshipers might call her w goddess but he was going to be her God.

"I disgust you." He observed, stating the obvious as she sank to her knees, clearly amused by her distaste for he knew how soon that would fade away. Slowly he rose to his feet, stretching and rolling his neck, hand reaching for his sword and slowly drawing it. All for show of course, as orcs enjoyed a spectacle, he moved the massive and notched blade of black steel so that is hovered just above her head... The symbolism clear, she lived only because he chose to let her live.

"You will serve." He instructed as he twisted the sword and rammed the blade into the ground at his side. "You will be my personal whore for the year of peace... My concubine if the term suits you more." Orcs and goblins who had started to assemble laughed as he spoke to her, clearly delighted by what they saw, quite a few of their kind had fallen to her enchanted blade and they were eager to see her further humiliated.

Of course they got what they wanted as Azgor took a half step towards Athena, putting his crotch right at eye level for her so that she could appreciate his size in more ways then one. "If you look at me with defiance of disgust ever again, if you fail to address me with proper respect, if you hesitate when I give you a command then I will punish you swiftly and harshly, have I made myself clear?"

 

[darkest_fate]

Were Athena aware of the thoughts drifting through her rival's mind, she would have picked up her blade and attempted to combat him then and there. Even with the thought of her submission bringing peace, even with the treaty, even with so many lives, the sheer disgust would have driven the warrior woman to pick up her blade and fight for her life then and there. Doubtless she would not make it out alive from the camp of the orcs; but she would die with honor, not used as a plaything for this creature. However, Athena could not read minds, and she had sworn an oath to obey.

his words nearly made her cringe. Athena thought of shaking her head, but elected not to. Surely such a display would ring false, especially for a being so dedicated to right, truth, and everything holy in the world. No, there was no denying her disgust of him, just as there was no denying his power over her. Athena could feel his blade hovering over her. Those defiant blue eyes kept staring up at him, patiently waiting. He would not strike, not with their agreement. She would do him little good as a corpse: that would make her a martyr. Part of her almost hoped for such a fate.

Whore, concubine, Athena's lip twitched with each word, the disgust curling up within her with each rasping syllable. The various dark-kin looked overly pleased with this, several clapping hands. Athena didn't look at any. She instead kept her gaze upon Azgor, seeing his girth approaching her. She swore she saw something stir under his loincloth and wondered if the beast somehow hid another weapon there.

"Yes... m'lord," Athena said as meekly as she could manage. She pulled her gaze up, steeling her expression as best she could, attempting to look neutral. She could not do servile: not a goddess. She could not gaze upon him with want, not yet. But she could look at him with that blank expression. "I understand your terms, m'lord," she continued, bobbing her head slightly, "and I agree to them. I will be your... your concubine," she winced at that. At least she had the holy blessings to protect her, as this orc would no doubt find. Though somehow Athena still feared for her innocence...

 

[DomG]

Most of the crowd stayed back, the green flesh of goblin and orcs forming a ring about them as the spectacle drew more and more of an audience. They weren't alone though, if one looked closely it was possible to see the dark skin of dark elven sorcerers or the earth toned and roughly textured skin of massive but dim witted trolls. They all know who was in charge and most were content to let him just enjoy his fun, forcing a human elevated to the title of goddess kneel before him.

A few weren't as bright though, lustful and mischievous goblins who slipped forward, circling closer then any others and eyeing Athena with avarice in their eyes. One in particular drew a little too close, daring to make a grab for her only to be sent tumbling back into the crowd by a bare footed kick from Azgor... And the others were clever enough to back away after that.

"Do you know why I came to this city to seek you out." He asked as he began to slowly walk around the prone goddess, looking over her covered flesh with obvious approval. "There are other cities out there with men and women who have been elevated to a status like yours... I could have gone to take Artemis or Aphrodite but instead I chose you. Black orcs like me are rare, larger and smarter, born with a great destiny... For an Orc to be considered a god they must conquer a god among the humans or elves... The more that are conquered the more that orc is reveared."

He finished his slow circuit of her, before her once more he bent to roughly grab her left arm and pull her to her feet, his right hand pulling back her hair in order to force her to meet his eyes, to see the cunning and the ambition there. "My dark elf whore occasionally has a touch of the sight to her, she told me that you are where my legend would start, that you would be the foundation upon which my story is built... You are the first but more will follow later."

Pulling her forward he pressed against her, letting her feel his cock as it began to harden, letting her have an idea of what would follow. He released her hair, still holding her arm as he reached back for the needle that had been crafted for just this moment, a curse that would weaken her protection, a crack in her divine blessings. "Your year starts now." He whispered to her as he carefully slid the needle into her thigh just below the swell of her buttocks. "And soon you will never want the year to end."

 

[darkest_fate]

The orc chieftain's question had Athena's brow furrowing. Why did he come to her first? Was it not because she was the main champion of the light? She'd heard vague rumors of other places with others in the vaunted godhood position, but she'd simply dismissed them. There was only her as representative of all that was good and right in the world. And she would remain that same shining example, regardless of what some dark elf whore saw in her drug-addled visions.

Said whore smiled as she watched her lover and chief circle the kneeling woman. It gave Jae'lyll great pleasure to see Athena on her knees where she belonged. Truly all should be on their knees before Azgor. he would be a champion among their people, a true orc god the likes of which had not been seen for thousands of years. He would succeed in breaking this willful little bitch, in turning her into his simpering cum dump.

Athena found herself jerked to her feet. She fought back a hiss, stopped herself from going to her sword or lashing out. Instead those sharp blue eyes turned to look at the orc's. Athena saw a cunning there that most of his kind did not possess. This creature knew his path, knew of what he spoke, knew where he was going, what he was doing. His words had a strange ring of prophecy about them, though Athena fought back a smirk at his confidence.

She moved forward and felt the strange sword between his legs. Athena frowned at that, trying to figure out what it was. Most people kept stories of male and female from her, though she'd learned some by watching horses and unicorns rutting. A hand pulled her arm, and she hissed as she felt herself moving again. Her year started now? And then a prick.

A prick?

"What did you--" Athena began, only to hiss. She could feel something worming its way into her body from the needle. Pure, undiluted fertility magic swam into her body, fighting against the divine protections inside her. The woman's anatomy that had long been suppressed by blessings roared in response. Athena could feel the sharp cramping within her, not knowing that it was her reproductive system not only restarting, but kicking up. "you--" she hissed, turning to the orc, her body tensing as if ready for an attack, despite the strange tightness she felt between her legs.

 

[DomG]

Honestly Azgor wasn't entirely sure what would happen when he stuck her with that needle, he had given his witch instructions on what he wanted and she had smiled in a knowing fashion, as if she already had something prepared for him and would soon be delivering it to him. She had told him what she had seen in her visions, of what had been done to this girl turned goddess in order to keep her pure, depressing her desires and keeping her body from fully realizing its potential. Azgor just assumed that the needle would work to undo that but beyond that he didn't care. He was a warrior and had little talent for the shamanistic magic of his own kind let along what the witch and her ilk prepared in dark rituals.

As Athena's body began to cramp he looked down at her with a slight confused look upon his face. Had the witch ticked him somehow? Was the needle poisoned in some dark elf political maneuver? They didn't like that an Orc was leading the dark kin but would they go to this? To turn his prize into a martyr and bog his army down in an army of fanatics...

But then it hit him, it had been so subtle that he only noticed it now as it was weakened. Just as he was protected by numerous blessings and dark spells she was protected by the light in far more intimate ways. He hadn't noticed it when she arrived but at the stab of the needle he felt it in his gut, the magic that protected her was weakening. Perhaps she wasn't ready yet, her body might need more time, her spirit would need corrupting before she could bare his child but this was a start and hat was all he needed.

"I could take you here in full view of my camp." He pointed out, earning a round of cheers from the assembled audience who clearly wanted to see that. He grinned, clearly tempted but waved the idea away quickly. What was to follow would be for him to enjoy on his own, well almost entirely on his own. "You gits don't deserve to see her!" He bellowed, seeing them back away was entirely pleasing. "If you had fought harder I would have taken her in the field instead of this treaty business... Start packing your things, we leave tomorrow... And someone get some roast boar and more wine over here, I will be working up an appetite." The last part was said with a lusty look down to his goddess before starting towards his tent and pulling her along, knowing full well his witch would follow if only to watch and perhaps collect things that could be useful to her magic.

 

[darkest_fate]

It tensed and nearly hurt in ways that Athena had never anticipated. Torture she'd been trained for, even blessed to fight against. Her body could heal faster than any mortal, could feel less pain, could endure longer hours, would refresh quicker than most. None of that had been made to fight against what hit her now. It took all the beauty had not to start sobbing. For the knowledge that this worked something deep within made her ache all the more fiercely.

She heard the words, the taunts that came from the orc next. Eyes flashing, Athena raised her head to look to him, practically daring Azgor to do as he said. She'd fight him then and there, show herself to be the proud warrior. The filth would learn that she was not some whore to roll over and spread her legs, not like the filthy dark elf spawn.

indeed, Jae'lyll did let her gaze wander for a bit. If her lord was to be busy, she may have to entertain herself elsewhere, and it had been some time since she'd ridden a trollish member, or perhaps she'd find some of the werewolves among Azgor's horde. Later though: Jae'lyll recognized that Azgor wanted her to follow, and she did so want to see what befell the goddess next.

Athena rose to her feet, forcing herself to follow. The ache had started to dim: her magicks and blessings restoring balance, even if they did have to adjust to a changed woman. The blonde almost looked as proud as she had before, as proud as someone being dragged along could possibly look.

"You'll still need to work down her spirit, master," hissed Jae'lyll, coming alongside her chief, "but she grows riper by the minute already. Soon you shall show her the true weapon of the dark," her hand went down to his loins, giving it a quick squeeze and nearly moaning with barely repressed pleasure. She'd been taken before the horde, after all, not seeing any shame in sexual pleasures...

...unlike the poor blonde that stumbled along just behind them.

 

[DomG]

The thought that Athena would fight him, in fact the near certainty that she would try to fight him only served to excite Azgor even further, he had wanted a good fight from her and while she might have surrendered to him that didn't mean that she would go entirely peacefully. Hell he had let her carry her sword so that he could see if she would try to be clever and cut off the head of his horde before in the hopes that they would disperse but instead it seemed that she was willing to honor her peoples agreement with him for the time being... and Azgor was still quite satisfied by that.

He knew she would follow him in there, with him around she was safe but should she try and linger out there then who knows what might happen to her. It was easy for the assembled creatures to fear Azgor enough to stay back when they could see him but some were undoubtedly dimmer beings who would try and snatch her up and take her right there. Oh sure she could fight and maybe kill a few but there were enough there that she wouldn't be able to fight forever and sooner or later would succumb to the press of excited and angered bodies. So she would follow him into her tent, no doubt it was something that she would be considering the safer choice but the thought only made Azgor grin as he stepped through the flaps of his tent, the comforts of his home on the field surrounding him right away.

The inside was not as dimly lit as someone might expect, some goblin must have slipped in to light the fire when they saw their lord was up and about, a caged fire in the center of the tent was roaring to provide light but it heated the place up enough to make it stifling for some... but for Azgor it only reminded him of the jungles where he had been born.

The tent itself was a massive affair, carefully crafted from the largest trees with treated animal hide stretched over the beams in order to provide protection from the elements outside. Rather then bare dirt beneath his feet was a collection of rugs stolen from lush palaces and animal hides. Around the interior were an eclectic collection, along one side there was a massive and unorganized collection of different treasures that he had taken for himself or been given as tribute, bars of gold, treated ivory, countless jewels... a kings ransom kept around because he just wanted to show off his wealth. Not far from that pile was a series of intricately and beautifully crafted racks that were used to store the impressive amount of weapons that he kept for himself, from swords to spears he was ready for almost any fight he could face with any weapon he might crave.

Opposite the treasure pile a section of the tents hide had been carefully treated to turn it a perfect white and then painted with a variety of erotic scenes featuring Azgor and members of his harem, a gift from one of the women in the harem in order to please her lord.

And then on the back side there was the massive affair of his bed. A truly gigantic feather stuffed mattress had been gifted to him by a king who had wanted to keep his daughter safe and upon that bed was an equally large blanket, the finest of elven silks... the blanket another gift from a member of his harem to celebrate the anniversary of the day she had been taken and her life given new purpose.

“I'll break her spirit soon enough.” He growled to his whore, not wanting to be told what he already knew he must do, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and looking towards Athena as she stumbled in. “Now why don't you remove your armor and robes lovely Goddess, I keep my tent rather warm and you might be uncomfortable.” Fake concern, the lust obvious as he learned forward, a smirk twisting his lips.

 

[darkest_fate]

The tent surprised Athena. She actually pulled to a stop as she first beheld the opulence. To be certain, she had known that Azgor and his horde had conquered much, taken a good deal from the lands in which they'd passed, but she'd never thought that he would be keeping so much of it. Enough money to buy at least a village lay stacked solely in this tent, and that wasn't even considering most of the more mundane possessions, such as sheets and weaponry. Athena was a poor judge of such things, but even she could recognize high quality, higher in some places than what she herself received.

Eventually her attentions drifted toward the tent's hide. Her brow furrowed as she beheld the scene, taking a few steps closer to it to examine it more closely. It appeared... it appeared to be obscene, though Athena supposed that obscene translated to arousing for her captor. Every detail looked to have been captured though. Athena supposed that certain details had been exaggerated, however: it appeared as though Azgor's malehood looked far too big to actually be real. Plus most of his harem looked happy, even the ones that were impaled upon said rod. Truly it must have all been exaggerated.

And Athena certainly didn't feel a strange stirring in her reawakened loins, and the heat prickling her skin had more to do with the temperature of the tent.

"Of course, chief, I apologize for my presumption," the witch hissed, lowering her head. Jae'lyll had been excited, but she knew better than to usurp any of her chief's presumed authority. "My excitement got the better of me."

Also true, and her gaze slid to the goddess. The dark elf smiled in seeing the beautiful pure female staring at the lustful creation. A bit of her own reproductive magic had been woven into the fabric to create a little more twinge of lust in whomever saw it. Just as she'd added further enchantments to the bed.

Athena did turn away as Azgor spoke, looking to him. "Of course," she said, nodding. A hand reached up, and soon enough the mithril armor had been removed, leaving her with simply the robes. The goddess looked about for a moment before setting that in an empty space. There was another moment of hesitation before she added her sword. The braces and robes, however, remained on. The female simply fluffed her blonde hair and turned back to the orc, taking a few steps.

"I'm quite comfortable though, m'lord," she said with a nod. The robes were quite airy, after all, and Athena knew that many of her armaments were blessed: having what she could would be of use. He hadn't given her an order, exactly...

 

[DomG]

Azgor was aware that his pet witch liked to enchant certain things around his tent for her own amusement and had never tried to stop her before. So far nothing she had done had harmed him or his harem so it was meaningless... Sometimes those little enchantments had their own benefits for the chief and he would never object to magic that was for his benefit or amusement. He was the way Athena's eyes lingered on the painting, she wouldn't understand what it meant. The piece had been created by a member of his harem, a princess who had painted as a courtly hobby before her enslavement, and the piece had been completed on the very night that she was to be inpregnated by her master... It was tribute, it was devotion, it was love and while it might be alien to Athena there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Athena would soon display the same devotion. His harem was encouraged to pursue their hobbies or practice their talents, and one day Athena wouldn't just be the mother of one of his many children but she would also stand at his side in battle as a living symbol of his power and her own strength.

"Put the armor and the sword with the others." He grunted, a smack to the ass of his witch to ensure she understood he was speaking to her, Athena would be able to see her former trapping in plain sight at all times, a sign of just how powerless she was until he chose otherwise.

But he didn't care about that, didn't care that the dark elf might even enchant the armor for her own amusement, what he cared about was that his concubine had ignored his order. Oh it had been phrased as a suggestion but surely she knew what she was meant to do, avoiding it because of his phrasing made her just as disobedient as if she refused.

He was on his feet a moment later, no longer slow and lumbering as when he had been putting on his show he quickly closed the distance between them and gripped her hip in one large hand and the fabric of her robe just below her neck with the other. "No hesitation, no disobience." He reminded her before roughly ripping down the front of the robe, tearing free a large swathe of the fabric and throwing it into the fire. "When I suggest something, when I ask for something, if you ever get the inkling I want something done you need to do it right away." Another grip and tear pulled the fabric at her shoulder and side apart, revealing more of her flesh and further ruining the robe though his eyes were locked on hers.

A step back, eyes narrowed in anger. "Remove the rest of that robe and burn it now, your old life is behind you and you will only wear what I provide... If I provide." He had made a new member of his harem go nude more then once to help break them. "And when that is off you will untie my loin cloth..." Let her see what was In store for her, a cock that was still Halfway between flacid and fully erect... And still large enough to put any man to shame.

 

[darkest_fate]

Jae'lyll heard the order and quickly bowed her head. She understood her privilege, being allowed as she was to be in the tent while her chief took the blonde. She also knew that the sheer reproductive energies that were bound to come when goddess and orc coupled would fill her with unbelievable power, all of which she intended to use precisely as her chief directed her. For now, she simply picked up the armor, moving it aside, not wanting to enchant it just yet: the blessings that had been placed into the very metal would be strong while the goddess remained pure and untouched.

That did not appear to be long. Athena had half expected the orc to move. She'd braced herself, moving into a combative stance as he drew within range. The rumbling words shook Athena to her bones, and she felt them seizing her slightly. The hands went to her robe. The fabrics tore, baring the lush flesh beneath. A simple brassiere covered the woman's bountiful breasts though: another blessed bit of fabric designed and blessed specifically for Athena. Given the pendulous size of the mammaries they contained, the fabric needed the enhancement. It kept the breasts from jiggling overmuch during combat or the nipples from poking through thin fabric. That they also happened to be somewhat erotic seemed to be something of an afterthought. These, however, like her panties, would not be easily destroyed while she remained pristine and untouched, nor could they be removed by hands other than her own.

Though soon the orc had full few. Athena stared at him, proud, eyes blazing. "Yes, m'lord," she said, her voice stiff. Hands went to divulge herself of the robe, leaving the bracers and other gold adornments along with her blessed underthings. Then the blonde walked stiffly to the fire, tossing her robe onto it. She spent a few seconds staring at it, knowing the symbolism that lay there.

Then Athena nodded and walked back to Azgor. Hands went down to the ties of his one article of clothing. They made short work of the ties, and soon Athena found herself pulling back the loincloth to reveal what lay beneath. "By the light!" she breathed as she beheld it, a hand going to her mouth to help cover her shock.

The mural had been an understatement.

 

[DomG]

As more of her flesh was revealed to him as for watch with a hungry look in his eyes, his large and surprisingly pink tongue slipping from his mouth as he licked his lips, wanting nothing more then to run his tongue over her untouched flesh and taste the power that she contained. To force her to be an active participant in her own defiling was perhaps the most beatiful thing he could imagin and a glance at her body was enough to assure him that she could easily bare him strong sons, wide and sensuous hips and such bountiful breasts, the men who had chosen her to be a chaste goddess had sought to hide away a treasure and in doing so they had made it all the more precious to the massive black Orc who stood before her.

The sight of her, clad only in her underthings was enough to nearly drive him to throw her to the ground and take her from behind but he had been warned about them. To try and remove them right now would only serve to harm him, until she was defiled, truly lost to the light then they would provide a protection for her and only she would be able to remove them. Perhaps he could have them destroyed, through magic or other nefarious means but for the time being they would remain intact.

He liked how they fit her.

As she knelt before him he chuckled a little bit, reaching down to touch one of the straps of her brassier and quickly pulling the finger back as though he had been burned... No blister but the pain was real enough to assure him that what he heard was true.

As she removed his loin cloth the binding he wore beneath it came free as well. His cock was large, even considering his very large frame the cock was still quite bigger then what would be expected. Not yet entirely erect it hung between his legs, swinging slowly as he shifted his hips, feeling the air, feeling the slightest hint of her gasp. It had to be close to the length of her forearm and thicker then her slender wrist, the large head so dark that it was nearly as black as obsidian, partially concealed by his foreskin. In addition to the veins that stood out quite easily his cock, like the rest of his body, was decorated by twisting tattoos and runes, magic woven into them to make him even more virile, to make his cock even more pleasurable as it stretched a woman wide, two small rows of bumps decorated the entire underside, minuscule not but when engorged they would catch and tug at the flesh of any woman he took.

"You like it don't you?" He asked, clearly pleased by his reaction as he reached down to stroke it a little, causing it to swell and slowly grow, making the testicles the size of her fists easily visible. "Remove your underthings Athena, give them to me and I will allow you to touch it." Of course it would be inside of her soon but he wanted to see how she handled temptation, knowing she wouldn't be the only one tempted in that room.

 

[darkest_fate]

{just a note, but she's not kneeling}

Athena's blue eyes kept taking in the pillar of meat. Large, dark, spiraled with tattoos... how had he gotten those onto him? Even were they imprinted by magic, the sheer power involved would have been excruciating, wouldn't it? Or had his fertility witch done something to aid in the process? The whole thing just looked so twisted and unnatural, with bumps and veins and everything. Athena almost wanted to hold her arm up for comparison, but just managed to stop herself from doing so. This member had clearly been designed for one purpose.

Like it? Athena flinched, looking up at Azgor. His hand moved, her eyes catching the motion, seeing the swelling. That made her eyes widen slightly, not quite believing that it was happening. A strange odor wafted upwards with the motion as well, as if fanned. It stank of orc and blood and dirt, as did the rest of the camp, but something had been woven through and over it, something that intoxicated and made Athena's head spin.

Another command? A suggestion? something came, asking her to remove her underthings. Athena's hands even went to them for a moment, before she shook her head. Those blue eyes looked up at him, a touch of defiance looking in. "I think I'm quite comfortable, m'lord," she intoned again. "Though your malehood is most... impressive," her eyes flicked to it again.

Jae'lyll, meanwhile, stared at the throbbing cock with unabashed lust. Her hands already went to mash at her own body, feeling the slight curves. The desire to simply stride over and mount the cock nearly overwhelmed her. were there not a blonde standing between her and her chief, she might have done it... if he'd allowed. Jae'lyll could usually draw much delight from her chief, and she was tempted to suggest that she use her wiles now. She would even go for Athena, should that be his wish.

But for now, both women remained still for entirely different reasons, awaiting the reaction of the orc chief.

 

[DomG]

The tattoos had hurt but they had not been done through magic but instead in the old way, the enchantments added to the ink or placed upon the marked flesh later which had only brought the pain back. He had endured every moment of it though, humans may enchant their gods through the armour or arms that they carry but for an Orc or the other dark kin the only way to do it was to place it onto the flesh, to bind the magic to them. Azgor aspired for God hood, to be raised above the common Orc, live longer and when he died to join the powers that favoured the dark-kin around the globe... Vile and dark powers that always sought out a champion strong enough to endure the trials and be raised to their side.

Her refusal was infuriating and rage flashed in his eyes. Athena might not appreciate it but she was in a great deal of danger in that moment, the treaty might be enough to protect her from any obvious harm and the enchantments kept her a little bit safer for the time being but there were things that he could and would do to her that she couldn't imagine. With a slight snarl he signalled to Jae'lyll, instructing her to come closer to him. The anger only served to fuel his lusts and his cock was still growing, throbbing as it grew near to its full length, standing proudly out from his body. He needed something to help keep the lust from overwhelming him, hot blooded (even for an Orc) he often had trouble thinking straight when his anger or lists were awakened... And in that moment both were running strong.

Reaching out for Athena Azgor was quick to seize her by her hair, pulling her closer so that they were face to face, so that she could see his rage while he could see her defiance... He was never defied, why was it making his blood boil with lust all the more? Still he sneered at her, let her try and fight him for now but she couldn't be able to for long, his right hand driver down, brushing over the material that his her crotch from his view, feeling the burn of the magics but ignoring them as he pressed a finger against where he knew her slit would be, shifting the finger around to provide some stimulation.

"If you think my cock is impressive now then you should see how it looks when it spreads open a slender elven maiden, hear how a human princess gags on it while trying to please me. You think you are wrong now but it won't last... I will break you like all the others and I wonder what gifts you will give me in order to gain my favour." Leaning in he pressed his lips against hers, a kiss from an Orc whose mouth was not built for such s thing but practice had helped him gain experience and as he felt her lips shift slightly his tongue pressed forward, seeking to fill and explore her mouth in a dark reflection of an affectionate gesture.

He broke the kiss off before too long, breathing heavier, all the more excited. "Watch Jae'lyll." He commanded simply, wanting her to see just what waited for her, suspecting the crude display would further excite her as he removed his finger from her crotch, feeling a lingering burn as the magic fought his own protections.

 

[darkest_fate]

A hand moved quickly; Athena barely saw the motion. It wrapped about her golden locks, pulled her close. She moved in time, saving herself from most of the pain. The goddess barely hissed as she moved close, felt the impressive malehood pressing near her body. Hands went lower, and Athena gasped, her eyes wide. The touch of the orc upon her, rubbing against her, should disgust her. Indeed, her hand went down as if to pull it away. But Athena could feel something broiling within, could feel his rough finger against her slit. The blessed garment swirled about, teasing her folds all the more, adding further friction.

Words came, words that Athena tried to grasp hold of. Talk of how he broke so many, as if she didn't know. She opened her mouth to say as much, only to find his seizing hers. Her eyes went wide as his lips took control. They spread her mouth, and soon her tongue felt itself pulled into action. She could feel it swirling and moving about, their saliva intermingling within the dark confines. It felt obscene, yet arousing, obscenely arousing.

The kiss broke, leaving Athena panting, breathless. She looked to see that the dark elf had come close. Naturally Jae'lyll had read her chieftain well and rolled forward, shedding clothing as she went. Adornments still covered her body:loose black chains around her waist to proclaim her craft, piercings in several places, and the looping tattoos of a dark witch who specialized in her craft.

Already the dark elf's hands went to Azgor's crotch. The slender dark digits wrapped about, begin to rub and tease. She recognized orders, even when not spoken aloud, though she did not know how fully he wanted her to go. Already the dark elf fell to her knees, ready to use her mouth for its greatest purpose. The slightest hint that this was what the chief desired would be enough. Though it took considerable willpower for the dark elf not to thrust her face forward.

The whole debauched scene disgusted Athena, but she forced herself to keep attention on the dark elf whore. That had been an order, and she'd sworn to obey such commands as best she could.

 

[DomG]

His actions and perhaps his words were having an effect upon the goddess, it was plain for him to see. Orcs may not be gifted in reading the body language of other species Azgor was particularly adept at reading arousal in nearly every race that he had encountered, the only exception being trolls as even in his most powerful lists he had never considered rutting with one of the misshapen females of their kind. He knew what to look for in a human and Athena wasn't exceptionally skilled at hiding it. How could she hide an emotion that she had never really experienced before?

"She tastes good Jae'lyll." He commented with a smile, not bothering to look down at his witch even as she fell to her knees. She was executional in all the erotic arts and knew his body well, the touch of her fingers alone had his cock growing stiffer, perhaps he would end up fucking her once he had worn Athena out this day... A reward for her devotion. "When I am done I may permit you to have a taste." Hell even without his permission the scheming witch would do as she pleased... He allowed her too, he gave her more leeway then any other would ever receive.

"Jae'lyll here is special." He informed Athena, grunting slightly as he felt her begin to practice her more erotic arts, content to enjoy them for now and trusting the witch not to go too far. "Most of my harem came from conquest, given to me by weak kings or stolen from the ruined cities of those who were too foolish to just give me what I wanted. She was among the earliest, she sought me out and offered me her unceasing devotion. Others work to gain my favour through art, painting, tapestry, one even sculpts with the use of subtle magics... But this witch whore uses her magic to help me see the future and craft spells to empower me and bring those low whom I would overcome. The tattoos on my cock, her work, making me stronger, more virile... Empowered through sex... She does have a twisted sense of humour."

A chuckle, he looked down at Jae'lyll, grinning before looking back to Athena. "You wonder how she does it don't you?" He asked, already suspecting the answer. "Well in time you'll learn to do the same and so much more... And I will start teaching you soon. Now I want you to remove those blessed bindings and when you do I will reward your obedience in ways you have never imagined."

 

[darkest_fate]

The dark elf moaned throatily at her master's commentary. Her eyes went to see the shivering blonde, still cloaked in her false purity. Her lips did not waver, hovering near the shaft she had worked tirelessly to improve, to perfect. Jae'lyll wrapped a few more protective spells about it, strengthening what barley needed strengthening. So much boiling lust and fertility flowed through the room that the dark elf almost needed to channel it into something else, to rid herself of the excess. The promise of having a taste herself further spurred her own.

Though the goddess grimaced at the sight. She could feel her stomach twisting in disgust, nausea overwhelming. A slight hint of lust, those awakened feelings due to a needle and magicks, did waver within her, but it was a small flame. It hardly made her adhere to the orc chieftain's words. Oh, it did not surprise her, hearing that he'd gathered his so called harem through conquest and bullying. Though it was interesting to hear that this particular slut happened to have another agenda. Though Athena had expected as much from the female's demeanor, and form the few rumors she'd heard before.

Empowered through sex, through mating. It took all Athena had not to throw the vile idea into the twisted face that spoke of it. To twist such a godly pleasure, the union of flesh between male and female. Such disgust; these creatures clearly had no shame. Did Athena wonder how the dark elf did it? Not hardly. She neither knew nor care, and had she not been commanded, she would have stopped looking some time ago.

Though her building defiance crested at the next "command." Remove her bindings? Reward? "I am quite comfortable, sir," she said as though he were in her camp. Her head remained high, her blue eyes blazing with defiance. "I only remove my underthings to tend to personal need, and I do not have such a need at this time. I thank you for your consideration."

Each word laced with ice and an undercurrent of disgust. Athena almost hoped to prove that so disinterested that they'd lose interest in her and simply tend to one another. Surely a more willing partner would be preferable to her reserved demeanor.

 

[DomG]

Her words were infuriating, her defiance was maddening, perhaps that was what she wanted to do, perhaps she was trying to piss him off, perhaps she expected him to make some sort of mistake in his rage that would end in her being badly hurt and his goals set back. A deep breath was needed in order to regain his self control, his composure, his ability to restrain himself because if he didn't then all the effort to come here, to force the city to negotiate and give him their goddess... it would all be for naught if that were to happen.

“Your defiance is not endearing...” He sneared at her as the slight sting of further protection added to his cock began to fade away, knowing that he was even stronger now then before because of the additional magic, wondering if it would be enough to actually overcome her protections, doubting it would be enough unless she would undo those damned wrappings, knowing that he needed her to actually cooperate with his desires. This was the most difficult part of it all, the magic that had been used was enough to weaken her resolve but certainly wouldn't be enough all on its own. How dare she defy him in this matter, how dare she try to cause him trouble after she had sworn to obey his every order.

Perhaps she expected him to loose interest but that just wouldn't be happening, even if he were to start fucking his witch right then and there but his eyes would be entirely on the goddess as she was the only one worthy of his desires at that instant. “You did swear to obey my orders though.” He did remind her with a growl in his voice. “You know what the consequences are if you chose to defy me, you know that you are unarmed and easy prey here so you would be unable to escape my camp and you know that I could burn your city.” He was tempted to do that, tempted to teach her a very direct lesson but that would never be enough, that wouldn't give him what he needed.

Still sneering at her he pulled the witch's face up against his cock, telling the soft flesh, feeling the hot breath. He could still use her even if she wore her basic protection, her face was open to him. “Remove them now Goddess.” He growled angrily. “Do as you promised you would.”

 

[darkest_fate]

The goddess had not originally intended to infuriate the orc. She knew it was a gamble: such creatures were not known for an abundance of patience. but she'd figured that his impatience would combine with the dark elf slut glued to his cock. That had been Athena's plan. The word underthings had morphed into bindings at some point, which had Athena wondering herself. However, she fought to keep a steeled expression, simply staring defiantly at him.

Her defiance was not endearing. The goddess nearly laughed at that. Though she swore she could feel another pulse from him. her eyes fell to the elf who gave her a slight smile. That witch was layering enchantments upon the orc. The longer Athena delayed what was appeared to be more and more the inevitable, the stronger the dark magicks upon the orc would become. Too long and Athena would be utterly shattered. That wasn't even considering the mounting rage.

"I have, m'lord," Athena replied, her voice a little unsteady as Azgor reminded her. He continued, insisting that she was unarmed, that she was trapped in her camp, that he could burn her city. Athena was more quickly realizing that her stubborness had driven her into a bad position.

A face pressed against a cock. "yes, m'lord, as you insist," Athena relented with a wavering voice, hoping that the threat would be what seemed to guide her. Steady hands reached to her bosom. Delicate fingers worked at the garment. Though they barely needed to touch it before the pure white fabric fell. Soft peach shoulders became fully bared first, then the sloping tops of an absolutely magnificent pair of breasts. The goddess took a breath before lowering her hand, dropping the covering to the floor.

Two perfect orbs lay bared. Each rounded globe defied gravity spectacularly, jutting proudly up. Their white flesh had been capped with a dusky rose nipple, neither of which were fully erect as of yet. They would not be ridiculous, but most thinking creatures would be in awe of them.

The goddess licked her lips, her hands falling to her sex. These seemed to take more time, going slowly. first the sloping apex of where her hips delved into sex. Then a thatch of golden hair, curled just above her womanhood. The goddess stepped free from the small garment, shaking her head rising up. her pressed together thighs prevented a truly good luck at her tight sex. That thin slit looked almost too ripe nestled between her thighs, and with only the slightest shimmering glimmer of arousal, brought on by the dark magics.

The sandals and bracers still remained on Athena, seeming only to amplify her unity. "There," she said, nodding to her captive, "I have denuded myself as you commanded, m'lord. I beg that you continue to show your mercy to my people."

 

[DomG]

Her flesh was perfect but then what could be expected from one that the humans had labeled as a goddess. Her tits were absolutely mouth watering and his eyes focus on them for several long seconds, licking his lips, drying to paw them, to suck upon them, to bite her nipples and hear her moan his name. He had known that he was well endowed when it came to her breasts but the fact that they were so perky, so well formed, absolute perfection had caught him entirely off guard and left him speechless for a little while. His harem was impressive, he had taken women from across a massive swathe of land but he had never seen one so wonderfully gifted in that manner. Truly she would be able to feed his strong and hungry children when the time came, the perfect mother to a potential heir.

And slowly more was revealed for him, a fire igniting in his eyes and fresh lust surging through his body as his cock seemed to throb. Every inch of her was flawless and he couldn't even craft a more beautiful woman for him pleasures. Eyes that were able to pick out a single arrow in a volley that was aimed for him aimed for the cleft at the top of her thighs, licking his lips again he could see that there was a trace of moisture that appeared to have gathered there. It was delicious, it seemed that his captive fucking with had done her job well and crafted her magic perfectly. It wasn't much but it was a start and he would be able to move forward with more confidence then ever before because he knew that the magic could affect her even with her protection, as it weakened, as she was corrupted over time then the magic would have even more power over her, the magics woven into his bodies and the spells that his witch would craft would him would become more potent.

With her words she begged him but in truth he still saw the defiance in her, he had her stripped and at his mercy but he still had yet to break her pride. That would take time, he could be patient when it came to breaking her pride but at that moment his cock was painfully erect and his balls seemed to be throbbing, perhaps the witch had done something to him as well and while he might not care he did need to find some sort of relief very very soon. With a snarl on his face he pushed Jae'lyll away from his cock and with two very long strides he had closed the distance between himself and Athena.

“Little Goddess...” He growled, reaching forward again and boldly taking hold of her breast, grinning at the lack of pain at this contact. “I won't harm your city or your people so long as you obey your very simple oath to me. For the next year you will belong to me and you will obey me... half of my horde will remain camped here in case you should suddenly forget about the deal which was made.” His hand continued to massage her breast while the other hand slipped down between her legs, running a single thick and calloused finger over her slightly moistened slit. “I don't think that will be a problem though, I think you will like it... lets keep it simple Athena, I want you to kneel and kiss my cock.”

 

[darkest_fate]

The goddess of light stared down the orc as he approached her. Athena braced herself, body tightening. She had womanly curves, to be sure: flared hips, large firm breasts, the softness every woman longed to have. Yet under those curves was a fair amount of muscle and stamina. This was one of the few females who had learned to use a blade and use it fairly well. Athena may look very much the soft pleasure whore, almost like someone you'd find in a well established brothel or painted in lewd paintings, but she had the muscles and training of a warrior.

All of which tensed as the orc came near. Athena didn't even flinch as he growled near her face, keeping her eyes locked on his. He growled; she listened. A hand went up and she gasped at the sensation. No one had touched her breast save for a few clerics and herself. it felt so strange to have the rough hand moving along the orb. It gave way to his work; the firm flesh only able to resist so much against him.

Won't harm, keep her oath, Athena wondered why he repeated himself. She knew all this, had agreed to it before even stepping foot here. Now he repeated it while kneading her breast like a baker did a loaf of bread. Athena tried not to look bored, to just stare at him. She felt his hand drift between her legs and actually flinched as his fingers touched her. That narrow little slit didn't shoot sparks or any other sign of her magical protection, though Athena was fairly certain she still had some on the insides of her body. The finger drew along her sex, teasing the outer lip.

And a command. "As you say, m'lord," Athena intoned blankly. She moved stiffly down to her knees, resting on her sandaled feet. It felt quite odd, resting her rounded bottom atop her heels with nothing between them, but it wasn't as though she could ask for her garment back. Unlikely the foul being would even consider it.

The member: Athena looked at it. her nose wrinkled in disgust as its disgusting odor wafted toward her, curling her stomach. She resisted the urge to bring a hand up to pinch her nose shut. Instead she simply leaned slightly forward, pursed her pink lips, and placed a light kiss on the very tip of the cock.