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Authors: Jill Soffalot
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chopped! Go!” She released the handle of the chain and let the slaves fight for their stiff young cocks.
The bustling flesh below the throne contrasted starkly with the decaying head of the Bower clan. The pack of human dogs tried to ravage her in mute frenzy, and Brandi’s roars of pleasure echoed chillingly in the hall. Two went for her cunt at the same time, the heads of their cocks colliding just outside their destination. The third spotted his chance and filled Brandi with his furious erection. Brandi yelped, but the words of encouragement remained trapped behind the wire mesh of her lips. The other two pulled the victor off and tore at Brandi’s skin, their asses knocking against each other as they fought for the redemption of her slit.
Halla jumped on the spot like an overexcited child on Yearfall, drawing a jagged blade with a handle of faded bone. The second slave entered Brandi and begun to drive into her ferociously, and Halla raised the knife above her strawberry hair. Silver flashed, and she sliced the third man’s cock off at the base. He howled in agony, so Halla cut his throat. She began to masturbate as the blood poured over the flesh of Brandi and the two men double penetrating her, and she picked up the disconnected cock and pressed the meat to her mouth. She fed.
Is this what is to become of me? Am I to become nothing more than a lapdog of these deranged sisters, licking the mud from their heels and savoring the taste? Could I learn to love their cruelty, could I embrace these sadistic fantasies if the wood elf died and only the animal remained?
The sound of a horn interrupted his musings, and the sudden panic on Brandi’s face indicated that this was not part of the grotesque performance. Trixie Bower surged into the room, eyes lit in elation. She glanced disapprovingly at her red sisters and kicked Halla in the side to disturb her feeding.
“Halla, Brandi, clean up this filth. I fear our guards have fled the battlements, but it is no matter.” She beamed at Herrik. “Put a smile on your face, wood elf! We aim to entertain. The Overseer rides for the gates, and he is not alone.”
Chapter Nine: Unnatural Excess
Nightgift trotted along the Heartriver’s winding curve, her movement graceful and silent in the morning air. Daylight was breaking along the surface of the water, and the river sparkled like untouched moonglass. Passing silverfish flashed like stars in the clear stream, and luminous blue dragonflies hovered lazily between drooping water lilies. Andrax wondered at how beautiful the world could be even as darkness threatened to engulf it forever.
Herrik sat astride Nightgift with his back to Andrax, so he could warn him of any rear attacks, but the last two hours had been eerily quiet. They had encountered no travelers since they set out for Bower Ridge, and the only sounds were the bubbling river and the buzzing dragonflies. Perhaps the curse is finally lifted and Minerva is sated. But last night’s dream suggested otherwise…
They had decided to make camp in the green and russet canopy of the great oak. Night had fallen over Shadehaven like a shroud, and neither of them had any desire to face the Fay in darkness. They were both exhausted and famished, and Herrik offered to hunt game while Andrax concealed Nightgift. A hunter now? He is certainly full of surprises, thought Andrax as Herrik disappeared into the forest. Andrax hobbled Nightgift and hid the beast in a nearby copse of bramble. All it took was a tender word and Nightgift calmed, his shiny black coat melting into the dense foliage. Andrax silently thanked the Negress for the gift of living night and returned to the base of the tree.
Herrik expertly skinned a rabbit he had trapped in a devious wooden snare while Andrax built a small fire in the hollow trunk of the tree, the flames invisible to passersby. Herrik’s arms were bloody to the elbow as he told of his narrow escape. “I hid in a wheat field while the Fay
The bustling flesh below the throne contrasted starkly with the decaying head of the Bower clan. The pack of human dogs tried to ravage her in mute frenzy, and Brandi’s roars of pleasure echoed chillingly in the hall. Two went for her cunt at the same time, the heads of their cocks colliding just outside their destination. The third spotted his chance and filled Brandi with his furious erection. Brandi yelped, but the words of encouragement remained trapped behind the wire mesh of her lips. The other two pulled the victor off and tore at Brandi’s skin, their asses knocking against each other as they fought for the redemption of her slit.
Halla jumped on the spot like an overexcited child on Yearfall, drawing a jagged blade with a handle of faded bone. The second slave entered Brandi and begun to drive into her ferociously, and Halla raised the knife above her strawberry hair. Silver flashed, and she sliced the third man’s cock off at the base. He howled in agony, so Halla cut his throat. She began to masturbate as the blood poured over the flesh of Brandi and the two men double penetrating her, and she picked up the disconnected cock and pressed the meat to her mouth. She fed.
Is this what is to become of me? Am I to become nothing more than a lapdog of these deranged sisters, licking the mud from their heels and savoring the taste? Could I learn to love their cruelty, could I embrace these sadistic fantasies if the wood elf died and only the animal remained?
The sound of a horn interrupted his musings, and the sudden panic on Brandi’s face indicated that this was not part of the grotesque performance. Trixie Bower surged into the room, eyes lit in elation. She glanced disapprovingly at her red sisters and kicked Halla in the side to disturb her feeding.
“Halla, Brandi, clean up this filth. I fear our guards have fled the battlements, but it is no matter.” She beamed at Herrik. “Put a smile on your face, wood elf! We aim to entertain. The Overseer rides for the gates, and he is not alone.”
Chapter Nine: Unnatural Excess
Nightgift trotted along the Heartriver’s winding curve, her movement graceful and silent in the morning air. Daylight was breaking along the surface of the water, and the river sparkled like untouched moonglass. Passing silverfish flashed like stars in the clear stream, and luminous blue dragonflies hovered lazily between drooping water lilies. Andrax wondered at how beautiful the world could be even as darkness threatened to engulf it forever.
Herrik sat astride Nightgift with his back to Andrax, so he could warn him of any rear attacks, but the last two hours had been eerily quiet. They had encountered no travelers since they set out for Bower Ridge, and the only sounds were the bubbling river and the buzzing dragonflies. Perhaps the curse is finally lifted and Minerva is sated. But last night’s dream suggested otherwise…
They had decided to make camp in the green and russet canopy of the great oak. Night had fallen over Shadehaven like a shroud, and neither of them had any desire to face the Fay in darkness. They were both exhausted and famished, and Herrik offered to hunt game while Andrax concealed Nightgift. A hunter now? He is certainly full of surprises, thought Andrax as Herrik disappeared into the forest. Andrax hobbled Nightgift and hid the beast in a nearby copse of bramble. All it took was a tender word and Nightgift calmed, his shiny black coat melting into the dense foliage. Andrax silently thanked the Negress for the gift of living night and returned to the base of the tree.
Herrik expertly skinned a rabbit he had trapped in a devious wooden snare while Andrax built a small fire in the hollow trunk of the tree, the flames invisible to passersby. Herrik’s arms were bloody to the elbow as he told of his narrow escape. “I hid in a wheat field while the Fay
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