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Originally, this story was going to be much, much longer, but I've had to rewrite and make major changes twice now, first when Hurricane Katrina make compy go boom, second when I decided to rework a character (or nine), so I apologize that it's only about half as long as I'd like, but 40KB is still a lot of story. And, of course, I feel guilty about making you all wait.
I could say expect the next installment in a week, but we all know I'd be lying!
Also, you're in luck, I kinda spell-checked! =^_^=
Every dark elf city, no matter size or population, shares certain characteristics with each other and even their fair skinned cousins. Like the elves above, the dark elves constructed their homes with their natural surroundings in mind. While surface elves created homes in and around massive ironbarks, dark elves created their homes in niches along the underworld Caverns. However, with the advent of an unprecedented age of mages, many dark clans found themselves with access to powerful magics of their own blood.
These clans used the magicks of the world to burn through solid stone and even cause caverns to erupt in whole stalagmite and stalagmite compounds (which, incidentally, led to the destruction of several civilizations throughout the centuries). The effect was that the most powerful (or populous) families moved into extravagent and near-impregnable palaces of malicious beauty and horrifyinging defenses. The only way to dislodge elf clans from their homes was to completely erradicate the compounds. However, destroying said columns could (and often, did) compromise the whole Cavern integrity in the region.
So, it was, that only the weaker houses that moved into the Wall-Niches warred with each other, absorbing each other until they possessed sufficient power to become a ruling power and construct their own palaces.
All this ran through Kith's mind as she stared from House Maleki's Grand Observary. Actually, it was more of a war room--where senile elders would gather and plot an uninevitable war of conquest against the other palaces. However, it did boast a direct, albeit secret, connection to the ruling members' rooms. Kith had yet to meet Maleki's daughters (at least, the ones not spawned by her mother, Kilrathi), but she had a stinging feeling she would.
It had been three days since Kith had been humiliatingly trotted through the streets like a prized bitch. True to their orders, the gate priestess was deposited to House Maleki after a few hours, and Maleki and Kreya had been "busy" with her ever since. Kith, on the other had, had been given a guest room. Though spartan compared to the dark elves' elaborate tastes, it was quite comfortably designed for visiting cousins and other dignitaries.
Today, though, Kith had been summoned to Maleki's room for "questioning," as the guard put it, though the shapely elf's slap and fondle of Kith's muscular ass made it quite clear of her mistress' intentions.
True to her expectations, as Kith approached the entryway to Maleki's grand chambers, she heard the pantings of lust, the moans of pleasure and pain, and the lewd sound of flesh smacking against flesh. The royal guards, bodyguards loyal only to the mistress of the house and forcibly muted to ensure silence, were held at the hallway leading to the chambers. Such positioning was puzzling to Kith for the whole of thirty seconds it took her to cross the hallway and prowl into Maleki's room.
The demoness's mouthed dropped as she took a few minutes to absorb the scene.
Maleki, on her knees, her ass raised high, was moaning like a bitch in heat as Kreya, coated with a thin sheen of sweat that caused her blue-hued skin to glisten in the torchlight, pounded a truly impressive girlcock into Maleki's formerly tight ass. Both Kreya and Maleki were facing Kith, but the muscular being could tell it was Maleki's ass being ravaged by the lewd farting sounds. Apparantly, Kreya's only lubrication was the sweat of her body and the shit of Maleki's bowels.
Noticing her sister's reaction, Kreya grinned as though a stalking cat's prey finally realized an ambush. "Come now, sister, we are our mother's daughter--do you think a dark elf could truly be our master?"
Kith, though not as imaginative as most of her peers, was quite intelligent. Knowing all the facts now, she quickly realized what a perfect ruse she was completely taken in by. "Mmmm, sister...how deliciously diabolic of you! You could have at least kept the blades from that savage fucking." Though Kith played it smooth, she had always stored repressed anger which she now planned to release on and in Maleki. The dark elf could only stare up blankly at Kith as the massive demon removed her tight leather thong, letting her musky, sweaty dick flop out and smack Maleki on the face hard enough to splatter sweat across the elf's sweet flesh.
Kreya smiled as she gripped Maleki's hips harder to the point of nearly drawing blood. "Oh, but sister, the ruse must have been kept up. Besides, you enjoyed being the cunt." The darkling half-smiled as Kith drove her cock home, gagging and nearly choking the tight little dark elf.
Maleki groaned as her petite body was speared by not one but two massive girlcocks. The only thing holding her body together as she was ravaged was the inherent magic of an elf's immortal body. Kreya's cock in her ass caused her stomach to swell as if she were pregnant. Kith's cock, on the other hand, caused Maleki's throat to bloat in the shape of the massive dick.
The dark elf's nostrils flared as she groaned around Kith's cock, struggling for breath. Maleki's wonderful vibrations reverberated up Kith's cock causing the demoness to deposit precum directly into the dark elf's stomach. Each demoness began to pound into the sultry dark elf slut with a practiced ease. Maleki whimpered as she looked up, plotting revenge on Kith and Kreya even now, for in public they must still act their part, for no dark elf city would follow anyone not of their blood. Still, Maleki knew now that she'd no longer be able to truly dominate Kith as she had before.
The point was made humiliatingly clear as Kith began to piss into Maleki's stomach. ***
Kith stretched luxuriously across the satin sheets. Her muscular, perfect body was covered in sweat, highlighting her form on the silken sheets. However, Kith smelled rank, and she quite liked it that way. Across the dozen foot comforter layed Kreya, stroking Maleki's hair as the dark elf nursed obediently on the blue-hued demon's cock.
Maleki looked like a cheap whore. Thick, dried cum stained her face and hair, standing out pointedly on the darkness of her flesh. Her stomach swelled with piss and cum as though she'd give birth to a lavatory for an offspring. The most humiliating thing, though, was the slimey cum still flowing inside her bowels and womb. Her body's warmth and juices kept the cum creamy and she could feel it flowing everytime she moved.
"Mmmm, so, sister, how long have you been hiding this little secret?" grinned Kith, sated for the time being and a bit curious over the whole ordeal.
"Oh, I'd say several decades since I came down here. I had to infiltrate the most suitable family through one of the daughters," stated Kreya, emphasizing her words with a callous slap to Maleki's ass. "Of course, I had to assassinate a few in Maleki's position's way. She's quite an energetic girl for a dark elf, and Mother likes her quite a lot. However, that brings me to the point of including you in our little venture."
"What's that, Sister? Does it have something to do with the Plague Mother released?"
"Yes, that's the first stage in a major plan of hers. Of course, she's the only one that knows all of it--"
"Of course," Kith agreed, reaching for a glass of burgundy wine, a sweet red to match her eyes, as she settled in for one of her beloved sister's preachy sessions.
"--however, Mother is planning a war. What kind of war, no one really knows, except maybe Mab," continued Kreya, referring to their eldest sister.
"Mother has enlisted most of the goblin nation under Mab. She has also committed me to draw the support of Ere'baerzna, which is the strongest dark elf city in the region. If this city goes to war, and gain seems likely, the other Cavern communities will join."
"Seems like things are working out," stated Kith cooly, though her mind raced with the possibilities. The plague hadn't affected the ravenous goblinoids. However, their mortal foes, the dwarves, had suffered greatly from the loss of their menfolk. And if Mab were arming the goblins with captured dwarven steel... "What am I needed for?"
"Well, Kithra, is within the human nations masterminding the civil war. The Plague is currently flowing through their cities and we are waiting to see its effect. You, however, have a duty here. This city is one of the oldest ones in the world. The reason is because it holds the greatest light elf general's burial site."
Kith's eyebrow rose. It was known that elven tombs were places of power. It was no coincidence that the greatest darkling powers arouse in the vicinity of these sites. However, the tomb of Seremela! A marvelous prize indeed, mused Kith. The great, great grandmother of the current Queen of Mists, Seremela led the elves from their island nation when a great catastrophe struck over twenty thousand years ago. Seremela used might, magic, and diplomacy to forge pacts with the dwarves and humans, drive back goblins, orcs, and other monstrousities, and eliminate whole warring nations. She almost single-handedly set the precedent of the entire Elven Court and the foundation of art, learning, and study for the whole continent.
"We are going to find her tomb and raise her. Mother needs a general for her armies," said Kreya, almost matter-of-factly. "But, first, we need permission from Arachna and the Queen of Spiders," continued Kreya, stroking Maleki's back as the dark elf almost jumped in surprise. ***
Dark elves are universally recognized as the most hedonistic, vain race currently known. Even the heights of a few human extremists pale in comparison to the darkling race. It was common, almost expected, for any faerie cousin to tattoo their bodies in decorative fashions with Everheat ink from the deep wyrm larvae so that their designs would appear in all spectrums of light. Piercings across eyebrows, ears, and the nose were another form of body art for the dark elves, but since these rings and bars tended to be rare stones and metals, very few actually continued the practice.
The most extreme darklings, however, used magic to augment their physical forms. Such practices reached their heights during the dark elven Age of Magic when the darklings would fashion themselves according to their ideals of beauty. Many of these augmentations continued to be used until they became part of their physiology such as the ability to see in the absense of light.
However, the greatest example of these augmentations is the reverence of the Queen of Spiders to the dark elf goddess, Arachna. Darklings still paid lipservice to several deities from the elven pantheon until several centuries prior when Arachna, a dark elf of immense magical aptitude united her race, as far as anyone could unite them, after she mastered the pyramids of death and darkness. Arachna's shows of force and promises of power created a cult to worship her as a goddess. The cult became so powerful through fanaticism that eventually most cities fell under its sway.
The leaders of the cult merged their bodies with Arachna's chosen creature--the spider. Each Spider Queen is as different as the black stalker they merge with. However, each Spider Queen shares several features. They are heightened to almost ten feet, muscular beyond anything a darkling could achieve, and reverse jointed ankles and forearms covered in cloven hoofs and hardened scales. However, the most fearsome aspect of a Spider Queen is the four sinewy, scythe armed apendages sprouting from their backs and literally dripping with venom.
All this passed through Kith's mind as she, Kreya, and Maleki marched through the winding passages of Ere'baerzna, to the center of the city and Arachna's temple. Kith's mind instantly sensed the massive energy emanating from the stalagtite temple's form. Kith's analytical side took over as she noted several impressive wards protecting the cult's activities from scrying and mundane acts of espionage.
Great pillars dominated the enormous hallway leading to the main chamber. Attached to these pillars, robed initiates went about their work. Of course, "robed" was a loose term considering the silken material that wasn't even tied close allowing anyone to see the supple curves and throbbing cunts and, where applicable, cocks. This was fortunate considering their work was "converting" low-class dark elves by pain of pleasure...or pleasure of pain.
Even a cruel and capricious race such as dark elves could break under the constant teasing and fucking, though the process took time, thought Kith as she passed a particular darkling with gaping holes for a cunt and asshole the size of an elf's fist.
Maleki was forced to wait outside the main chamber--darklings not of the church-cult were not permitted to see the revered demi-god Queen of Spiders.
This was perfectly acceptable to the sisters, who gave not a second thought to Maleki as several initiates closed a circle around the suddenly worried dark elf.
Inside the chamber, Kith saw a startling effect of Kilrathi's Plague. The Queen of Spiders glistened atop her onyx throne. However, between the Spider Queen's legs stood a cradle-like saddle that held up the ten-foot giant's massive girlcock!
The sisters couldn't help be stare for a few seconds as the two foot cock that was probably as wide in circumference as it was long was attended by several robed initiates who spent most of their stroking and kissing the wonderful member. The Spider Queen cooed and sighed, stroking an uncowled initiates dark hair as the sluts gathered precum in great wine glasses for savouring at another time.
Though the augmented darkling gave no sign of noticing the two demons, she spoke in a commanding tone, emphasized by the echo of a voice filled with power. "We greet you, Daughters of the Teacher."
Kith glanced to Kreya, an eyebrow cocked at the title. "Mother was the one to teach Arachna her mastery of death and darkness," whispered Kreya before turning to the Spider Queen; bowing with respect. "Greatings, O great one. We thank you for this audience."
"Yes, We have missed you, Kreya. It has been too long since you have visited Our chambers, in either palace or temple." If Kreya were a shy person, her blue-hued flesh took on no red tone. Kith wondered idlely which one did the fucking.
Kreya grinned almost ferally at the thought. "Mmmm, that's true, Iathiira.
In fact, once our business is complete, I'm sure my sister can handle things on her own..." ***
Kith muttered as she headed towards the city that somehow sprang up around Jessica's tomb. Kreya had stayed with the Spider Queen while Kith was sent to retrieve the fallen elf for her mother's cause. Of course, Kith's magic took other paths than life, but the Spider Queen, or Iathiira, as Kreya had referred to her, had provided a large bundle about the length of Kith's leg, only to be opened once she had reached the tomb.
Even so, Kreya's moans as she left ruffled her somewhat. She hadn't had much time to her sister to herself, and something about the Spider Queen interested the horned demoness. Kith had been preoccupied to the point where she almost didn't notice Maleki, who was on her hands and knees taking an initiates' cock into her mouth and ass. She seems to have adapted well to that role, Kith thought. Of course, such actions frustrated Kith even more as she adjusted herself in her suddenly tight leather thong.
The demon stopped by Maleki's palace in order to fit proper armor onto her.
Dark elf armor was probably some of the best mass-produced armor in the world. It was certainly the most enchanted, especially since most of the armor was decades or even centuries old. However, the best dark elf armor was made by dwarves that the dark elves had trades for, stole, or bribed from the dwarves. Contrary to popular belief, dwarves would pay handsomely to any race if the right stimulus was introduce such as a massively outnumbering darkling army, the threat of magical catastrophe, or the sudden poisoning of mushroom fields. Of course, dark elf magic caused the wild mushrooms that supplemented most of the Caverners' diets to grow faster than weeds on the surface...
Kith stroked her armor, somewhat enjoying the flow of power. This current piece was an Executioner's full plate. Its chest plate would glisten in sun or torch alike were it not for the unnaturally darkened armor. Executioner's were the darkling's elite calvary. In fact, most were made up of female nobles, the stronger of the two sexes. Of course, these nobles were too valuable to be placed in the thick of combat, no, for they were committed after the enemy had been worn down with fodder--after the enemy was ripe for destruction and scattering hence "Executioner". So their armor was designed both for freedom of movement and protection. Since Executioners were by definition mounted, the armor was extremely heavy.
Still, Kith thought, I enjoy a physical strength and endurance that no elf, dark or otherwise, could achieve. Though clad in Executioner's armor, Kith lacked two very important features of the darkling calvary--the sword and the steed. Executioner's possessed a certain magic in their family's signet that allowed them to pull a form from the ether and shape it into whatever darkness they wish, usually a horse on the surface or giant spider in the Caverns.
The sword of an Executioner, however, is the true terrifying aspect of these darklings. These weapons, while enchanted for sharpness of edge and balance of swing, are given another hideous feature--they are life draining.
Every swing from the Life Stealer absorbs energy from their opponent which the sword uses to heal its wielder. With such a weapon, very few Executioners actually fall in battle and, unless one could overpower said darkling quickly, they easily battle through attrition, never tiring, never relenting as long as the weapon could taste flesh and life. ***
The trip was uneventful. The Caverns' passages look decidedly the same in this region as it was made by millenia of traveling water, but in other regions, the passages were created by earthquakes or lava.
The tomb was only five miles from Ere'baerzna as the earth worm digs, but the whinding passages stretched the journey out to a full day there and back. On the surface, Kith could've flown there in half the time, but in the tight passages, then massive caverns with high, jagged ceilings, she was reduced to mundane walking or, at best, large, gliding leaps.
Still, the trip gave time for Kith to think. At first, she amused herself by studying the bundle the Spider Queen had submitted to her. Made from unassuming, even crass, cotton, Kith could see the magic holding it together. In fact, the ward keeping Kith from opening it for several hours was a well-known one in the dark elf's world, though still powerful. The reason it is well-known is because of the pattern the wards make. In several places, they coincidentally converge to make the runes for "debauchery", "debasement", and "whore".
After the initial amusement left, Kith thought about her armor. It was strange to her that she was probably the only one of her family that would be caught in such a base protection. Kith had always had a disposition for steel instead of the magical arts. Though Kith was far younger than even Kreya, she had a feeling that she lacked the insight to manipulate the energies of the world with the finesse of even the mortal god-mages around the world.
Though Kith understood she was weaker than any of the mages she had actually met which was limited to her family, she didn't realize how truly powerful she was. The demoness could only manipulate up to three elements at once, but that was a major advantage over specialized magic users that could, at best, heal and perhaps throw bolts of energy. The fact that she spent too much energy in these effects made her spells quite deadly as they could affect areas instead of individuals.
Kith's thoughts of self-pity were interrupted as she came into a massive chamber. In the Caverns where space was worth entire wars, such emptyness was unheard of, but the tomb was built in this place. However, around the massive grave spire stood an entire city! A stone pallisade, rotting wooden roofs, and fields of mushrooms! Kith could even make out figures moving through the mushroom fields.
Suddenly, the bundle fell apart on Kith. She quickly reached down, trying to keep the contents from breaking all over the stone, and her stand clasped a metal shaft. She lifted her the object up only to gaze at one of the most beautiful artifacts she had ever seen. The weapon was a long, and exceptionally heavy, sword. The blade was shaped and etched to resemble a dragon, flame-shaped crossguard, and a pure, firey ruby as a pommel jewel. The whole sword was colored a malevolent red with the crevaces almost a pitch black, giving the sword a somewhat hollow look in the darkness of the Caverns.
Gazing along the sword, Kith's eyes starting making out forms of magic along the weapon. Immediately Kith scanned for a trap or curse of some kind. She could not find any. However, she did find an interesting phrase.
"Flame," whispered Kith and the weapons blade burst into blaze. Though the flames licked along the blade and Kith's hand, it wouldn't burn her though it would tear into enemies with a vicious glee. In fact, any word whispered by Kith akin to heat or fire would cause the weapon to become blazing.
An interesting gift and a threat, too, it seems, mused Kith. They knew that my magics, what I have of them, drifted toward the path of the flame. Arachna knows more than she lets on. I really should inform mother...
Kith was interrupted by her musing when she looked down to gather up the bundle cloth. Within the endlessly folding cloth, she saw even more runes that allowed the cloak to carry more than its size would let on. An interesting and useful object, she thought as she removes a jeweled sheath that matched the beauty of her new toy.
Kith stopped as she noticed a plain necklace ornamented by a glowing topaz.
The jewel just flared with energy, and not just of any energy, but that of life. Gently cupping the device in her hand, Kith studied it once more. The life sphere, purely, was restricted to empowering, it couldn't, by itself, cause harm to beings not infused with death and darkness. Still, Kith felt painfully inadequate in the life magics. Kith's most useful were energy of fire, motion of wind, and draining of energy of cold. With these, Kith felt she could defend and attack, but she only understood the fundamentals of the other paths..
Shaking her head, she gathered the necklace and made her way off to the necropolis. ***
Necropolis, a city of the dead, thought Kith. Here the powers of death and darkness were at their peak. The very city was a mockery of life. Mindless corpses stumbled through the streets in a disturbed facade of life. Skeleton guards decorated with rags that were once fine tunics patrolled the city in rusted weapon and armor. There were hundreds, perhaps thousands of dead here in the city. A veritable army, had the energy been spent by a god-mage to keep the city's denizens useful.
Kith strolled through the throngs of dead, ignoring them as she herself was ignored by them. She was of the living world and these dead had nothing to do with an immortal being.
The center of the city was decidedly different. There were fewer undead here and even more decay as if the dead did not perform mindless, often useless, upkeep this far inward. The tomb itself was a large, mostly solid tower. Only the bottom floor housing the actual body of the elf was hollow.
Climbing the darkened steps, Kith jouneyed into the tomb. The ornamented doors had long since fallen apart--or would have had they not been splintered across the floor for the bars travelling throughout the door like a crude circulatory system had been bent in; though rusted and neglected, elven metalwork would never collapse on itself.
Kith loosened her weapon in her sheath as she cautiously continued on. Then, the smell hit her.
It was one of the most gods-awful sensations she had ever experienced. She had never smelled anything so revolting. It was if an entire ogre clan did all manner of natural body function within a ten foot radius--
Suddenly, Kith was flying across the chamber. Broken stone and dust were sent into the air as Kith cracked into the barrier. Had Kith not been her mother's daughter, even the Executioner's armor would not have saved her.
Shaking her head, she looked up to see the beast that had attacked her. It was big. It was fast. It was a gharagh.
A gharagh was a derivitive of goblinkin. If their hunchedback form were able to stand properly, they would be over fifteen feet tall. Instead, they stooped at a measly twelve feet of pure muscle. Goblins worshipped these pig faced beings as avatars of their god, Ghar--until said goblins were impaled by the four foot canines jutting from the bottom of the gharaghs' underbite jaw. Unfortunately, these creatures were deserving of being worshipped for they were the strongest "natural" creatures known. Mass for mass, these creatures were the fastest things in the world, able to keep up with a winged dragon through the jungle if they were so inclined.
Kith faced not one but two gharaghs.
A quick study revealed to Kith that these were either a mating pair, which would be extremely unfortunate, as the more idiotic the creature, the more upset they seemed to be at being interrupted. Though gharaghs weren't inventive, they had a predatory intelligence illustrated painfully to Kith in their little ambush. Of course, both stupid creatures started blankly at Kith rising from the rubble to brush off her muscled body. Obviously, they hadn't expected anything to survive such an attack.
The bigger gharagh pushed the smaller one forward. The smaller gharagh--only ten feet tall--stumbled forward with a crude beam to use as a club as Kith drew her sword. The gharagh looked stupidly at the splinter that was smaller that some of its teeth, wondering what such a tiny thing could be wanting to do with it, or that's what Kith assumed, for gharaghs, as animals, could only have their actions inferred, never truly understood.
Kith quickly jumped to the side as the gharagh raced forward in its preternatural speed, slamming its club into the solid stone and sending out a spiderwed of cracks. The impressive thing, however, was that the gharagh was a dozen feet from Kith when it had attacked--and it had almost clipped her!
Using the time it took for the gharagh to check under its club for her, Kith's hand flashed as she focused her energy. Drawing upon her mana, Kith called upon the path of wind and the energy of motion.
A gharagh may be fast, but its evolution has always favored it as the faster of any animal. So it was with some surprise that as the gharagh charged at it, Kith flashed past its sight only to suddenly appear behind the gharagh, her sword dripping with blood.
Kith used a useful but basic power of motion to increase her speed to even greater levels of the gharagh. The beast learned this when a cloud of blood replaced what had been its right knee. The goblinoid screamed in pain it had never known before as it feel to the floor, thrashing like the wounded animal it had become as blood poured by the gallons across the floor.
Kith didn't have time to celebrate as the fully grown adult gharagh charged at her. Kith, on the other hand, had begun to enjoy herself. She quickly spoke the word of activation, setting her blade ablaze. The gharagh, who had been living in darkness for decades, was blinded by the tiny light. Using this to her advantage, Kith easily sidestepped the uncontrollable charging gharagh, allowing the beast to crash into the same wall she had been thrown to, though at significantly swifter speeds.
As the gharagh began to stir, Kith knew this wasn't finished. Once again she began focusing on her mana, but this time, she was to combine the three elements of energy of fire, lack of energy of cold, and the power of motion of wind. Kith controlled the energy of fire greatly, adding it to a massive amount of cold to create the effects of water. Next, she forged the energy of motion into the the sphere of water and threw it at the gharagh.
The gharagh looked stupidly at Kith as the demoness splashed its face with water. Both beings looked at each other--Kith with a smile on her face, the gharagh in confusion. Then the spell started to work.
Magical effects are created with an intention of mind. The mixture of elements is to provide energy and work for the intents to be made manifest. In this case, Kith used the water to infiltrate the gharaghs flesh, then used the power of motion to remove the water--all the water--from the gharagh.
The creature screamed as it suddenly started to mummify. It thrashed and screamed for the pain to stop as its thick body began to shrivel, bleeding water from its pours as its fellow bled from its stump. The whole process took less than ten minutes, but Kith watched the pain-incapacitated monster writhe in pain until it could no longer stand it own existance and died when dust replaced its blood.
After surveying the area and ensuring she was alone, Kith moved towards the raised dais. Elves were remarkable craftsmen and the stone covering was loveingly carved to the point where one couldn't tell if it was a memorial or the actual body. In fact, as Kith came closer...
It was the body! The elves had preserved the vessel of the spirit! The fact that the gharaghs didn't eat it...
As Kith approached Seremela's body, a light flashed before her eyes. Taking a few moments to adjust, a section of the ceiling began to shine with soft, yellow light, bathing the form in a gentle glow. It was an impressive view, Kith thought, and explained why the light-deprived gharaghs never got close.
The demoness shook her head at her musings, noticing that the topaz topping her necklace began to pull itself away from Kith's massive chest--towards the elven body! Kith quickly jerked the topaz free, noting the stronger pull of the jewel in her hand towards the elven corpse. Smiling, Kith released the topaz, letting it fly towards its destination.
The darkened chamber suddenly burst into light as the golden gem made contact with Seremela's chest. Even Kith who could see perfectly in the brightest day was blinded by the abruptness of the flash. Rays of pureness dashed across the chamber, leaving residual radiating waves of light. Jessica's body, clothed in the golden light was slowly lifted into the air, spinning as if a dance that would last an eternity. The fabric of her dress whipped about her as Kith looked on.
Then, just as quickly as it began, the light faded, leaving just the gentle glow bathing the walls, and all that was left was Kith and a very startled elf.
Seremela shaked her head, her fiery lockes rustling along her shoulders. Revival was a harrowing experience as the last fleeting impressions of the afterlife left a confused being shuddering as their last memories were of their own death.
Seremela was the pinnacle of all elves. She was beautiful beyond description with fair, unblemished flesh, flaming red hair, tall and strong yet seeming frail as all elves are. More importantly, Jessica possessed a unique wisdom allowing her to judge fairly though appropriately, and an intelligence to plan for the future and conquer the world for her people.
Still, even a woman of such perfection could be confused by her own resurrection. She was still noble, however, and looked Kith square in the eye as she spoke. "Who...who are you?"
The answer to such a question, as all answers to such questions, was unexpected. However, this unexpectation came in the form of a fist as Kith backhanded Seremela to the floor, leaving a red welt upon that perfect face.
"Bitch! Is this pretty elfling all I came here for? You look as useless as the rest of your kind. What a pathetic waste of my time!" raged Kith, stalking towards the elfling, her burgundy eyes meeting Seremela's blue ones squarely.
Seremela was still a warrior at heart. She took Kith's rant as time as she searched the room with a quick glance, looking for something--anything--to help her fend off this strange monster.
Kith, on the other hand, took the opportunity to dash upon the elf. She wrapped her hands around the elf's slender neck, lifting the legend into the air. "Tell me, bitch, are you queen of the elves?"
"I--" the elf's voice broke off, the restored vocal cords seeming stange and quiet next to the muscular demoness.
Kith had had enough. First, she was forced to endure the cruel teasing of Kreya and the Spider Queen, hearing their moans. Even Maleki could claim pleasure, or not, at the hands of Arachna's cult. Finally, Kith had to fight not one but two of one of the world's greatest predators. She would be feeling the aches for months. And for what? The resurrection of this worthless bitch-elf that couldn't be more useful than the blue-eyed, blonde-haired Nym.
The thought of Nym led to another thought in Kith's mind. This particular thought caused Kith's thong to tighten and look along the prostrate form of the elven beauty she dropping to the floor. Mmmm, not bad, thought Kith. She looks nice and tight...
Seremela looked up in horror as Kith began to remove her wickedly spiked armor. However, Kith was not doing this to seem less menacing, for Seremela saw the raw lust on the demoness's face. Seremela didn't understand the full implications until her eyes travelled down to gaze upon the massive bulge straining Kith's thong.
The elf queen quickly turned to claw away, but her dress was caught in Kith's strong hands, the last plate sliding from her form as she jerked the elf back, the silken dress tearing as the frail elfling tried to claw away. This action made it easier to grind her throbbing undies against Jessica's now naked ass.
The elf silently screamed as she tried to kick herself away from Kith. "St-stop! No!"
"Mmmm, that's it..." Kith was enjoying herself. The matriarch's struggle was rippling muscles pleasantly against her thick girlcock. The demoness quickly moved her hand down to jerk down her thong, letting her massive, musky girlcock flop out onto the fair flesh of the elf beneath her.
Seremela instinctly knew what to expect from this monster, but as the thick dick flopped out, she was stunned. Her mind couldn't accept it and she screamed.
Kith gripped elven hair and slammed the elf's head against her thick thigh, inches away from that monstrous cock and balls attached to an extremely feminine form with curves and breasts and a raging desire to fuck like a bitch in heat. "Listen, elf, I'm very tired and upset. It would be in your best interest to please me unless you want my cock in your ass and cunt. Oh, and trust me, I will be rough and most likely tear you in half."
Seremela whimpered and started to cry. She sobbed like a baby as she looked up at the cruelly beautiful visage of Kith. "P-please...just let me go...?"
"And where would you go? This is not your world. I could fuck you and leave you for dead. If you cooperate, maybe I'll bring you along to back to the elf city I came from."
The elfling shivered as she considered her options, then looked up, her stomach lurching at her words. "What will I have to do...?"
Kith grinned, it seemed she had a knack for subjugating stupid, confused elves. She took her throbbing cock in her hand and slapped it on Seremela's face, the precum that formed at its tip flinging across the fair, perfect skin. ***
"We are ready."
That simple statement, Kith thought, would change the world.
Many days had passed since Kith had returned from the ruinous city with the elf general in hand. Kith had studied and learned as a child and had many a-times read about gallant heroes resisting tortures unto death. However, like many ficticious events under the scrutinization of reality, such fanciful tales rarely hold.
The dark elves are masters of all kinds of unsavory acts--tortures that would confuse nearly any being such as constantly altering drips of water onto the face or pleasure so great as to induce the most erotic and humiliating pain. Seremela, greatest of all remembering elves, held up exactly three weeks. A new record.
She was a broken wreck, unable to look into the eyes of her grinning hosts as she bled the information of elven defenses and tactics. She could only watch as the darklings covered her body in runes and all manner of degrading bodyart. In the end, they soaked her hair in surface berries, turning the firey pheonix mane into the hue of blood.
Of course, knowing the defenses and tactics of an enemy and preparing strategems for it only helped so much.
"Are we?" argued Kith. "The elves have chosen a most formidable defense. Granted, we are fully mobilized and they know nothing, but much of our goblin fodder will be spent breaking past the Gateway."
The Gateway was the fey's first and perhaps greatest line of defense. In times of war, hundreds of troops could mount it and break the back of any assault, no matter the size. The only way to enter elflands was to pass or risk sailing openly into their lands--almost as suicidal considering the potency of their mage-queen.
"Yes, perhaps, Mistress Kith, but your sister has provided us with nearly one hundred thousand goblins," chirped Maleki, somewhat demurely.
Kith, as the most studied in the arts of war in her family, was given the responsibility by her mother of breaking into the elflands. Once they were in there, they could roust many more goblins from their holes. Perhaps, even, bands of orcs, trolls, and ogres. Still, she found it somewhat irritating that most of the dark elves planned more strategically than tactically. What point was there in planning a war if one could not win battles?
"Truth, Dra'zhir, and I know that, according to the elf general, the only garrison there are the two hundred rangers, archers, and swordsmen--I apologize, swordswomen--constantly stationed there. Still, trying to break four hundred elves in two fortresses is quite...unwise."
The Gateway, simply put, was a remarkably well-crafted mountain-pass. Each side of the pass was guarded by a tower ringed with thick walls that would never freeze and never decay. Between the two towers, the land dipped steeply, almost dramatically. When trade was prosperous, a bridge had been erected along the sides of the dip as many times, it was filled with water or its frozen equivalent. However, now, with the bridges removed for nearly a century, only a brief intermission during the fall weeks would allow an army to pass.
"Then what do you suggest, Mistress Kith?" asked Dra'zhir. "As the champion of the darklings, I can see no way but brute force unless we wish to tip our hand to our magical aptitude."
Kith nodded. Dra'zhir was, indeed, the most combat savvy soldier of Ere'baerzna. Related to Maleki, Dra'zhir was the captain of the city's Executioners. At a young age, a child by elven standards, Dra'zhir managed to rid the city of a particularly annoying self-righeous fairy dragon that had been harrassing the trade between the darklings and the dwarves. As a gift, from Arachna herself, so it was whispered, Dra'zhir's spectral steed took not the form of a horse or spider, but as a great, dark wyrm, a mockery of the beast she had slayed. Dra'zhir would be the one commanding the legion after they had broken into the elven valley, reporting directly to Kilrathi.
"We bypass the Gateway."
Kith paused for a few moments, letting it sink into her counterparts at Maleki's palace's Grand Observatory.