Rhyeth Eyllisrretyn Dwinlylth, Leader of the Rank Draconite Adventurers Team Golden Grass, is only the last of the Tomb Master's victims, as the Golden Grass is drawn into a trap from which they could never escape.
~xXx~
An auspicious and warm dawn greeted them today. This was definitely good news for the Golden Grass group of adventurers, as today they finally face one of the biggest tests an adventurer would ever have to face; a completely unknown and deadly area that had already claimed hundreds of innocent lives.
The Unknown Tomb, this was the latest and most ferocious topic in the entire Alphamar Kingdom after the disastrous expedition of the former Crown Prince a few months ago in that area, from which only a single survivor emerged. That poor wretch brought back tales of riches and splendor sealed within labyrinthine tunnels and catacombs, which were fiercely guarded by fantastic and bloodthirsty creatures who slew all intruders mercilessly.
Since then, many brave adventurers have sought to gain riches and glory by facing the Dry Forest to its depths, and have dared to risk their lives and limbs to slay the monsters within the Unknown Tomb, avenge the Crown Prince and gain prestige with the King and Crown, or just extract their riches for themselves. Until now, no one had lived to tell their stories, not even about their failures.
The Kingdom sent just one army to help cleanse the Unknown Tomb, or if that couldn't be done, they would destroy it from outside. He was accompanied by a number of well-paid mercenaries and even accompanied by Helmut Valentine himself, Commander-in-Chief of the Albion Legions. Even that illustrious task force, led by the son of one of the Great Nobles, vanished without a trace, leaving only the panicked reports of scouts who had thankfully been left out.
The situation reached such a point that the Adventurers' Guild, remarkably neutral on everything related to internal conflicts, was personally asked by the King to help. Its best and strongest members had to be dispatched, for the sake of humanity. In the end, the Golden Grass was ready to comply. There was a lot at stake depending on this expedition. If they failed, then the entire world would know that even the best Draconite-rated adventurers the Alphamar Realm could muster were no match for them. The Adventurers Guild would then be forced to summon Draconite Rank Adventurer Groups from other countries, causing much embarrassment to the Alphamar Kingdom. Rhyeth Eyllisrretyn Dwinlylth's pride as a Noble of a Noble and Ancient House and her sworn duty to the Realm she loved meant that nothing would stop her party from accomplishing this mission, no matter the cost.
There was a long period for preparations. Technically, they wouldn't go it alone. A host of helpers, whose members were drawn from lower-level adventurers, would be there for support, providing items, potions, spell scrolls, and rare equipment gained from previous work. In addition, each member of Grama Dourada had to train a lot and a lot in preparation. Even Marigold, who usually didn't like to put in the extra effort, took the job seriously, going out for a week to consult with some of her old acquaintances.
Finally, it was time for them to start, so they all headed for Nylhedell, a small village that had become something of a garrison town over the past few months. The Realm feared, with good reason, an attack from within the Unknown Tomb. The city itself gave rise to a number of businesses, such as inns, brothels, various blacksmiths and supply stores as a result of this.
Golden Grass then chose one of those inns to stay in, in preparation for the next expedition.
"Good morning, Miss Rhyeth." Said a man's voice.
Rhyeth slowly looked up from his tea to see a man approaching, his smile ever-present on his thin, handsome face. Sirius Blake, the "Flying Squirrel," was exactly the kind of man Rhyeth didn't like: a tall, rakish charlatan who conspired to take advantage of people through dirty tricks. She didn't even know what the hell a fucking flying squirrel was, frankly, but now she associated him with scruffy, unrepentant crooks with eyes that wandered a lot.
Recently, the man had been causing a stir in the neighboring nation, by the countless crimes and scandals that seemed to follow in his wake. Sirius Blake was an expert in illusion magic and therefore used it to his advantage to perform huge and daring blows. That begged a question why he wasn't already dead by some assassin's dagger. But Sirius Blake wasn't even afraid of the Crime Syndicate's wrath, as much as it frustrated them as the innocent citizen. Some even whispered that he was a secret demigod, a descendant of the Eight Great Gods who was sent to test humanity.
It was easy for Rhyeth to classify him as a repulsive rogue and nothing more. And yet, ultimately, it was Sirius Blake whom Golden Grass recruited to accompany them to the Unknown Tomb, and none else. Marigold had reckoned her magical abilities were so potent that they overshadowed much of the known world.
Fortunately, the man was extremely easy to recruit. After hearing his recommendations, the Royal Court was quick to send a letter of promise to Flying Squirrel. Not only would any cases pending against Sirius Blake be dismissed by order of the Crown, he would also receive the gift of a position as a newly minted nobleman, as well as wealth, security, lands and anything that is rightly bestowed upon persons of such rank. That, of course, as long as the mission was accomplished. If he refused, he would be executed immediately; and if he managed to escape, then he would become the most wanted man in the Kingdom. And, of course, if he failed, then the Realm was relieved of a skilled scoundrel like Sirius Blake.
Of course, the man was not a fool, although he was angry like an old lady until Nylhedell. Strangely, her antics amused Emysha to the hilt, who sent her numerous proposals that the rake politely declined. Still, there was no doubt as to its usefulness. Upon reaching Nylhedell, he managed to defuse a tense situation involving a group of soldiers and some townspeople, evoking a convincing facsimile of their commander, who proceeded to reprimand the soldiers as if he really were there. The would-be bullies fled, not knowing they were fooled by what was effectively a hallucination on their part.
"Oh yeah, he's going to come in handy, right." Marigold commented dryly. "As long as he doesn't run away at the first opportunity."
"Wait, so how do we know this guy isn't just a pretty elaborate illusion?" Emysha then asked curiously.
"Why, dear ladies." Sirius replied. "I wouldn't have been able to cast that. There is no art that can make an illusion cast an illusion. I'm not a sorcerer of deceiving spirits, nor a necromancer sewing a new body for unlife. I'm just myself and I'd love to prove it to you." Sirius concluded, a crooked smile on his face.
Back in the present, Rhyeth gave the man an appraising look. He currently didn't look like a man who was ready to flee.
"... Good Morning." Rhyeth replied. "Grab breakfast if you like. Are you almost ready to start the mission?"
"If only my masterful creations could have the spark of life of their own, lest they become mere projections of my magical ability, but flesh-and-blood beings that can be felt with all five senses! So you, lovely ladies , they wouldn't even need to risk their lives in this quest for idiotic glories." Sirius muttered contemptuously.
"It's an honorable goal." Rhyeth responded promptly. "One that each of us must do with all our strength. I wonder then, are you equally prepared, or are you ultimately just a bag of hot air?"
Still, despite having said all this to the braggart, Rhyeth couldn't help but feel the combined weight of tension she'd been feeling for the past few months. She was prepared to die, obviously, as all potential heroes should feel. And yet she remembered that Helmut Valentine was considered the ultimate expression of humanity, with even Emysha commenting that it would be difficult to face him in a hand-to-hand fight. But even he had disappeared into that Unknown Tomb, his final destination was still unknown.
~xXx~
After a few hours, the expedition had finally reached the Unknown Tomb. It was nothing like Rhyeth had imagined. On the one hand, the large, sprawling building hardly looked like anything as forbidding as a "tomb." It looked more like a nobleman's walled estate, pristine and grand, with various engravings and statues dotted around. Of course, that impression quickly changed once they saw the entrance itself, which was located in a tomb-shaped building. Although it was open, it did its best to appear to fend off intruders with its sinister solitude. The sunlight barely passed a few meters past the entrance, leaving the rest of the chamber in complete darkness. Even so, Golden Grass did not easily fear the unknown, as they had demonstrated many times. They met with the adventurers who accompanied them for the last time, discussing various contingencies should this or that happen. Rhyeth had little hope of her courage when night fell, but she urged them anyway to make the Realm proud with her actions. After all, it may be crucial for them to enter the Unknown Tomb for a short period of time if a member of the Golden Grass sends them a message asking for help, one of the many contingencies mentioned, thus retrieving crucial information about the Unknown Tomb that has hitherto been missing. available and that can be vital to the survival of the entire Kingdom.
After checking their equipment one last time and having a final meeting as a group, the members of Golden Grass approached to face the entrance to the Unknown Tomb. They would solve the mysteries of the Unknown Tomb, avenge all who had fallen and perhaps gain eternal glory as the group that finally conquered the Unknown Tomb.
"So, is that it then?" Sirius said. "No turning back?" Sirius said curiously and he looked strangely calm. His smile looked like he was forcing him to show up.
"If you want to run, there will be plenty of arrows ready to turn you into a pincushion." Rhyeth said dryly. "And even if you escape, there will be plenty of them to ensure that word gets out and the king's law is established before you know it. You won't be able to escape, even if you flee to some other land: the whole world will know of yours. cowardice, and of the great riches to be bestowed upon those who will punish his cowardly soul."
"Oh my Buddha, why do you have to be so dark and sullen?" Sirius replied, shaking his head. "Here I am, just looking out for you, my beautiful ladies. And so do you, Emysha. So far, this seems exactly the kind of place to bury silly, greedy intruders like you. I'm just worried that this really happens to you. you... well, with us in this case."
"Do not worry boy!" Emysha said randomly, laughing in an amusing and mocking way. "I'll try to give you a quickie if we get into the shit. And if we die, I promise to keep you company in any afterlife that awaits us."
"It's not death, maybe you should fear the unknown. There are worse things than death." Sirius muttered under his breath, his words barely heard, he took a deep breath and sighed. "Still, if you're really ready, then I'll certainly thank you. Don't think I'm going to tarnish the Flying Squirrel's wonderful name forever by doing something as disgraceful as a coward, no sir!"
"Huh. For a loudmouth, he sure says nice things every now and then." One of the twins said maybe it was Ren or maybe it was Rin.
"Thanks, Ren." Sirius replied, winking cheekily. "I will remember this."
"My name is Rin, she and Ren."
"As you wish, Ren."
They quickly ran to the entrance, positioned so that Rhyeth and Emysha could withstand the brunt of the attack. The twins formed a lithe rearguard, each taking turns to reconnoitre. Thus, they passed through darkened corridors and rooms. Judging by the slope and the stairs they had to go through, they were going deeper underground. How deep was this Unknown Tomb?
They encountered a series of creatures, each as different as the last, each hungry for blood. A horde of little imps, moldy skeletons wielding rusty arms, animated slime that filled the entire hallway, and giant venomous snakes were just a few of the many enemies they had defeated. It was as if the owner of this Unknown Tomb had stuffed a whole zoo of creatures here to guard their secrets.
Most of the time, they were able to go deeper and deeper at a steady pace. None of them had suffered serious injuries and their equipment was still in perfect condition. Their only current concern was a foolproof method of returning to the surface if there was a reason for it, but they all decided to keep going anyway, to face whatever came their way.
The first signs of trouble came when they started to encounter stronger enemies. Larger and better equipped creatures made themselves known. Its surroundings have also undergone a significant change. Narrow, tight passages turned into stone walkways hanging precariously over a dark abyss. They passed huge chambers shimmering with the fascination of gold, jewels and enchanted items. In each case, the monsters that awaited them were of a quality they only found in their even more difficult tasks. A formation of Liches, casting spells in unison. Brutal, massive ogres whose sheer strength made even Emysha hesitate to face him head-on. The cunning Fiends hidden in the shadows that the twins had to dance with deadly grace. After each harrowing encounter with its enemies, the Golden Grass needed to pause and gather itself, to recover.
Then tragedy struck. As Golden Grass struggled in another area set over a menacing purple chasm, a horse-sized scorpion slammed its stingers hard and impaled Sirius Blake in the chest.
"Gack!"
"SIRIUS!" Rhyeth screamed as she tried to fend off the attacks of the skeleton warriors that surrounded them.
They only had a brief moment to see the man smile peacefully at them, blood gurgling from his mouth, before the scorpion tossed him back and down into the abyss.
"Son of a bitch!" said Emysha, hitting a skeleton on the head. She was echoing what everyone felt. They didn't respect the man or even begin to like him, but they all felt deeply the tragic loss of a human life. When the monsters were defeated, they all struggled to peer into the abyss. Unfortunately, they were already well aware of the futility of it all.
"Let's continue." Rhyeth said with determination in his voice.
Restlessness invaded their hearts and minds. They had faced death before, but now they weren't sure they would be able to succeed, let alone survive. They were already many kilometers below the earth's surface, and the owner of this Unknown Tomb was nowhere in sight. If they had known that a terrible fate was the only thing awaiting the invaders of the Unknown Tomb, they would have refused such a task, or at least returned with a little more preparation under their belts.
The next tragedy came when they came to a large, dimly lit chamber. The door closed behind them, and when Rin checked, he found he wasn't moving.
Then something came out of the darkness, and before they knew it, Emysha's head was falling to the stone floor.
"Not!"
Many things happened at the same time. Shapes emerged from the darkness, which Rhyeth initially tried to face. But then she felt something pull her from behind, and she was carried away by a violent force.
"Hi!" Not even Marigold could hold his outstretched hand.
Rhyeth was carried up and up in the darkness until she could no longer see her teammates. She was finally thrown against the wall, leaving her breathless. Coughing, she rolled to her feet, hands gripping her sword tightly. Then she saw the man.
In appearance he was like an ordinary beggar in any city, ragged clothes, dark complexion and a general roughness of face. Yet he exuded an aura of indomitable strength, as if she were facing a battle-hardened warrior. His big, bulging muscles gleamed in the torchlight, and to Rhyeth they were as oppressive as a castle wall, which made her very wary.
"Who are you? Are you the master?" Rhyeth demanded in a commanding voice.
"I really can't answer your question." Said the man in a deep, rumbling voice. "I'm just here to give you a choice. You can enter a gun competition with me. If you win, you and your friends will be escorted to the surface, your comrade restored to life for you, in other words those who died are back to life. life, and you will be spared from any attacks. Lose and you will lose the freedom of your body, for it will be mine to use as I see fit."
'An impossible set of terms.' Rhyeth thought quickly. "I refuse."
"Refuse." Said the man, "And you will just die here, like many before you."
Rhyeth opened his mouth. "Which!" Rhyeth exclaimed aloud and quickly felt something impact the wall beside her the moment she opened her mouth. She turned to look and saw a knife embedded there. Her eyes widened. She didn't even see him throw it, didn't even raise his hand to attack. And was he able to?
"You are at a great disadvantage, woman." Said the man. "And if it weren't for this competition, I might have killed you before you could catch your breath. So choose your next words appropriately."
"I…" Rhyeth swallowed, then gripped the sword tightly. "Very well. I accept your challenge. Know that I will take your promise back."
The stranger drew his sword from his back as Rhyeth advanced. She wasn't a master fighter like Emysha, but she could keep up.
"Like I said, you're defeated." Said the man, before launching his attack.
*Clang!*
*Swish!*
*Bang!*
Before Rhyeth could even come up with a decent defense, she was already being pushed back. Mainly because she was using a big sword, designed to attack large groups at once. Her enemy swung deftly beyond her defenses, forcing her to step back just to compensate.
"Kyah!" Rhyeth exclaimed aloud. For the man surprised her by grabbing the sword hand by the wrist and twisting it painfully until she let go. Then he grabbed her by the collar, and threw her against the wall, before kicking his sword away.
"I won, woman." he said, pressing his face close to hers.
Rhyeth glared at his newfound enemy. "ME-"
"Now that you've lost the competition, I'll do with your body what I want. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to violate every hole in your body. I'm going to show you the pleasures of being a woman. You're going to help me with this, and when I'm done , I'll let you out of this place… your companions, however, will be left here. Your corpses will be offered to anyone interested in them."
Horror filled Rhyeth's heart, mixed with the revulsion she felt for this revolting creature and the things he hinted at. "Not…"
"That is, unless you wish to participate in this other bet. If you can stand me without succumbing to pleasure like a whore, I will let you go. As a bonus, I will see that your friends are resurrected, and that you are all free. to depart. If you fail, however, you will forever be my obedient slave and forget your friends and family."
"There's no realistic choice, is there? You bastard!" Rhyeth exclaimed aloud.
"You have no middle ground, woman. I'm going to fuck you anyway. But your fate, and the fate of your mates, will depend on your choice. So what will it be?"
Rhyeth silently accepted his inevitable fate.
He hauled her to her feet and pinned her against the wall again. Her face was red, sweating, her blue eyes looking at him with a lot of venom. Her breasts heaved with every breath she took. Her body was practically crushing hers, his sculpted muscles very similar to the armor she wore. Then her mouth came down and enveloped her. She was surprised that she had frozen for a long moment before she made a disgusted sound and tried to pull away. Another hand of hers, however, went up to the back of her neck and held her head steady even as her tongue began to violate her mouth. She could smell him now: he exhaled the musk of a strong, predatory creature that wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Pfah!" Rhyeth withdrew, leaving her breathless. Her face was totally red.
The man curiously lifted her face. "Oh… you're a virgin, I think that explains the "Maid" part of the title of Sword Maiden. I can tell. It will be extremely exciting to break into you."
The obscene words sent an unexpected emotion welling up inside Rhyeth. "N-no .. *pant* ... in your life ..."
The man smiled, then plunged his tongue into her mouth again, making her body tense as he crushed her body against hers, his rough, strong frame slowing her trembling body. Her arms flailed, before reluctantly settling on his unexpectedly firm muscled biceps. Though Rhyeth didn't know it, he was holding her with such desire, with such ferocity that she should have feared her advances like a monster she would kill. She clenched her fists helplessly as his mouth plundered hers without reprisals, causing strange sensations to emanate from that place and from many other places on her body. She rubbed her thighs.
As she was pulled even closer into his embrace, she became aware of his arousal, like a crudely carved hidden weapon pulsing with life and energy. She was well aware of this biology, as Emysha used to brag during her moments of group relaxation, but it was the first time Rhyeth had felt something like this pressed against her body. Heat seared her through her clothing, as if she had a magic of her own. She ignited something inside her, a telltale tightening of her nipples, a tingling in her navel, blood rushing to many parts of her body.
When he broke the kiss again, she would have laughed to see her own face, like a fish out of water, drooling out of her mouth in great bubbles. Her blue eyes were tinged with new tears, born of humiliation, and something else that terrified her: desire. It was the same unsettling emotion she sometimes felt when she saw a handsome face, some nobleman or adventurer. It was the same emotion that drove her to seek comfort in her own hands during the night. It was the same rotten feeling of longing she'd felt recently, for that bastard called Sirius Blake, whose lewd comments had once made her heart skip a beat instead of recoil in disgust.
"You're prepared. Great. You're responding well enough, I won't have to go dry. Just be a little more honest with yourself, and we can both enjoy it. Now, get undressed."
"What?" Rhyeth exclaimed aloud at her shock.
"Take it off."
Mortified, Rhyeth could only look into the man's violet eyes and see the promise of violence that was hidden behind the burning red desire. The hesitation and indignation she felt melted into his insistent gaze, leaving her tame and confused, like a fledgling adventurer facing a sudden and unexpected load of monsters.
She looked so statuesque that any movement of him was a surprise, as in this case a twitch in her shoulders was enough to make Rhyeth shudder and cover his face, waiting for an eventual explosion.
Rhyeth swallowed, then felt her face flush red when she didn't feel anything coming. She looked at the man, whose intent was clear in the grim expression on his face. She shouldn't delay the inevitable. Her patience was wearing thin.
"H-okay." Rhyeth said with a snort. She looked to the side, gathered her courage, and began to undress, undoing the straps of her gauntlets. She felt his gaze like a burning hole in her face as she continued to undress, dropping each piece of her clothing with measured speed. Every missing piece of her armor was like she was tearing away a part of her that had been an integral part of being her from the beginning, that was as much a part of her as her own limbs. To finish them off like this, to be coerced by a strong, scary man who held the literal fate of all Golden Grass in his hands was extremely humiliating, but it was also quite exciting.
Gradually, she revealed herself to him, while her eyes gazed avidly with silent approval. Slowly, the armored adventurer became a simple woman in refined dress, like the noblewoman she had been born. All her weapons were randomly discarded on the floor. When she removed the breastplate, her breasts sprang free of her restraints, showing him her pair of round delights, which were still hidden behind several layers of clothing. When the last piece of enchanted armor hit the ground, she stood there, her eyes uncertain, looking up at him.
The man said, "Everything".
Rhyeth's lips trembled, but she narrowed her eyes, sighed, and did as she was told.
He watched as she undid the laces on her leggings, untying them until the fabric fell to her knees, then her ankles, before stepping out of them.
Rhyeth could feel his gaze drifting to the exposed curves of her legs and bubbling ass barely concealed by her underwear. Then she crossed her arms and slowly pulled off her shirt, revealing her nubile, seductive body that glowed, like pale milk and honey, in the torchlight. Her round breasts were pert and full, deliciously proportioned to the rest of her lovely form. Her navel was smooth and toned from years of hard work: her arms slender and muscular, but not necessarily tied like Emysha's, or thin like a simple noble girl's. Her nipples hardened in the dungeon chill around them, a deep brown against the milky white of her skin. She pursed her lips. All that was left was her underwear, as well as the jewelry she still wore, some of which were enchanted. When she hesitated again, she saw, out of the corner of her eye, his body move. It was amazing to think that she immediately sensed his impatience, his disapproval, which made her rush out of her underwear, slipping them over her shapely legs, before kicking them away. She did the same with her ornaments, untying them and tossing them aside. Her hair ornaments were the last, and when she finally undid the last, her long greenish hair cascaded, messy and long, down to her lower back. She lowered her eyes and covered the well-trimmed greenish bush from her view, though she knew he had seen it a long time ago.
Despite the intense cold in the room, Rhyeth felt incredibly hot, as the feelings exploding from inside her raced through her veins. She was totally naked, ashamed; she felt exposed and vulnerable to this man who had promised to rape her. And even if she knew she was ultimately doing it for the Golden Grass, a part of her feared that his hard kiss was just a prelude to something both worse and better.
He undressed in turn, but for her it was less a show of weakness than a show of power. Huge, powerful muscles marred every inch of her body, showing her exactly what kind of individual she dared to match strength. He laid it out with pride, like he was so happy to be naked. His presence exuded authority; His gaze demanded her absolute obedience, as if it were just a matter of accepting the obvious, as if she should be glad for his attention. And the cornerstone of his conquest was his long, monstrous, veined cock, which snapped to attention as if he recognized her. She knew this meant he was turned on and ready for her, and it made her blush with embarrassment, and if she was honest with herself, flattery. For it was a wonderful thing, and he had promised to put it inside her. Would she be able to take it, with the way he almost towered above her like a fucking arm raised?
Since he was genuinely excited by his appearance, the man wasted no time and launched himself. He palmed her breast, flicking her nipple in his fingers that elicited a sigh of pleasure from him.
"Very good." The man commented happily. He swallowed the other brownish-colored nipple into her mouth as his warm, calloused hands roamed all over her body, spreading his heat over her that somehow sent shivers down her spine. His overactive imagination went into high gear, now encroaching on what little rationality and self-respect he had left.
Rhyeth Eyllisrretyn Dwinlylth was now the prisoner of war, captured in battle and given as a prize to the mightiest warrior. And now she was in her tent, to be consumed, valued, tapped, like looted treasure.
Her hand now roamed over her greenish bush, stimulating her hidden velvet entrance there with her fingers. Revoltingly, she was responding, or at least her body was, as she unconsciously spread her legs as if to allow better access to him. He pressed her against the wall, then used his prodigious strength to lift her, bringing her up on her tiptoes. This allowed him to kiss her again, thrusting his tongue inside her as her hands teased and nudged her bottom entrance. This time, she responded promptly, flicking her tongue against his as if seeking his warmth.
"Wow, what a slut you are." The man whispered. "Not even an hour and you've already succumbed. Who would have thought you were a Holy Maiden? You're just a whore, masquerading as an adventurer, to step into danger to get what you've always wanted, a stick to straighten you out. "
"Now wait a - hyaaahh!" Rhyeth exclaimed aloud but was interrupted as his fingers plunged inside her, probing her, stimulating her inner nerves as her thumb played along her clit.
"You can't say anything bitch." The man said dryly. "Just keep moaning."
"Ahhhh … nooooooo…. hooooahhhh … nnnoo … ahhhnnnn ~~!" Rhyeth moaned quickly. Loud screams and constant moans now came out of her mouth. They were nothing short of the sounds of a bitch in heat. She felt him caress the rounded shape of her ass, before then training the full force of his piece of flesh against her navel. She shivered at the feel of him, throbbing as if it were brimming with magical power, emanating heat like a hot poker.
"I've had enough of pleasuring your wanton pussy." The man whispered in her ear. "I want you on your knees now."
Rhyeth felt her body drop to the ground in uncomplaining acquiescence. It was as if her body was no longer hers, as if something strange had taken root in her mind, that she sought only this depraved pleasure above all others. Her eyes were now level with his thick, turgid cock; now her scent literally filled his nose with an overpowering, virile musk that made her dizzy and suffocated. She had little idea what he intended to do, even as he began to run his fingers through her greenish hair.
When he said nothing more, Rhyeth was forced, slowly and hesitantly, to reach out to touch the base of her shaft. He shivered in response to her touch, as if she were a creature with a mind of her own. There was a certain fascination in contemplating her tower of flesh, let alone touching her, feeling her power vibrate in his hands like a magical object, feeling the rigid, elastic muscles tense under her touch.
He placed the bizarre layer of muscle against her head, making her hair look like it was burning from its intense heat. It was also quite heavy, like a crown made entirely of male flesh. Rhyeth was then forced to breathe in his intense musk, confusing her mind even more and causing some very uncomfortable sensations in her navel below her. He backed away, causing her cock to drop and hang in midair in front of her. Her bulbous head was now staring at her, like an eyeless worm writhing, ready to pounce. Rhyeth's attention was held captive, mesmerized by the sight of her.
"Use your mouth." he said, his voice still giving off a lot of authority.
Rhyeth's face trembled as she shuddered to contain the thought of him. A part of her was absolutely livid, averse to this obscene and shameful act. But another, more frightening part silenced the rest. She then brought her lips to its swollen mushroom-shaped tip. When she touched her lips, the whole thing felt bizarre: it was soft and hard at the same time, it was burning like she was eating a hot meal, and it continued to pulse like it had a heartbeat of its own. Having no experience in these things, Rhyeth merely sat there with the tip of his stick against his lips, before the man stroked her cheek and said, "Use your tongue." The commanding voice apparently made her salivate at the command, making her vomit an entire set of drool onto his cock as she licked his head. She started by moistening the tip, swirling her tongue around it repeatedly, hesitantly, then gradually more confidently as a strange taste began to fill her mouth. She heard him grunt and assumed he was okay.
Then he withdrew, lifted the tip slightly until it rested against her forehead, and said, "All right, then lick my shaft."
Rhyeth did as he was told, running his tongue just under the hood at the tip. She wasn't able to cover a distance, such was her size, but she made repeated licking movements up and down. It seemed to work, as the man whistled through his teeth, perhaps signaling her approval, while her cock seemed to twitch in turn.
When moments passed without him saying anything, Rhyeth hesitated before continuing. She was eager to please him, or at least make him lose this depraved competition so she could at least survive with her team. She moved her head, sliding a long trail of drool across the wide surface along the underside of his venous shaft, tasting different things as she did so. She did it again and again, circling the entire length of every eight inches of him until her entire bottom was slick with her saliva.
"Now suck me." The voice was so abrupt that her shoulder shuddered in surprise.
Looking again at the bulbous head, she slowly wrapped her mouth around it. She blinked, confused when she felt something salty bloom in her mouth, but filed it away as yet another strange taste. She looked down at the rest of his shaft, letting her saliva slowly descend, and she knew it was impossible to get everything into her mouth if that was what he wanted. But she decided to give it a try, just to show that she was sincere in fulfilling her goal. She slowly brought him even deeper inside her, allowing her rigid length to scratch and flatten his tongue as she generously wet his cock with her saliva, which her mouth was producing in too much volume. When she was only a quarter long, she felt him nudge her throat, and here she knew this was her limit.
Rhyeth closed his eyes and began to suck, as if she were eating a cold fruit in the summer. Her mouth formed a tight vacuum over the small portion of his cock, squeezing and pulling rhythmically as if she were sucking something precious from inside his massive shaft. Rhyeth looked up and matched his eyes with his conqueror, and saw the glowing approval in her eyes. He stroked her head, threading his fingers through her greenish hair as his hot suction grew more and more intense.
Rhyeth then felt a tingle as he used his fingers to mark something on her head. She recognized it as writing, but nothing else.
Then he said, "Now I'm going to violate your face like a cunt. This mark on your forehead will help you breathe, so don't panic, you won't die... yet."
Rhyeth still hadn't discerned its meaning before grabbing the sides of her head, then thrusting her hips forward, forcing the tip past her tonsils and into her throat. Instinct and the sudden loss of airflow had her swinging her arms, until she felt something gleam on her forehead, and it suddenly felt good, as if Marigold had cast an underwater breathing spell on her while she was drowning. She was barely able to comprehend this before realizing even more of him was being slowly thrust into her mouth as he thrust his manhood even deeper into her throat. Though she could somehow still breathe, her body still felt overwhelmed by this strange, hot body opening its jaws like that, making his saliva drool incessantly against her shaft. When he was finally inside her to the hilt, her face was now literally buried in the great forest of his pubic hair, her chin resting against his engorged balls. And she felt like she'd been stuck in her mouth by a hot poker, so intense was the heat he gave off that her body was burning from the inside out. Impaled like that, Rhyeth sat there for a few moments before she felt him move.
He tightened his grip on her skull and slowly began to slide his cock in and out of her throat. He was only able to move an inch or two in and out of her mouth, but every inch was like an agonizing mile for Rhyeth as the sense of degradation continued to build inside her. He now grabbed handfuls of her hair, pulling hard enough to make her eyes water. Now he used them like horse reigns; holding them aloft while he ravaged her oral cavity.
Rhyeth knew this was highly unnatural. She knew that a penis should go where it goes, in a vagina, for the purpose of procreation. However, this act was far above anything she had ever known or anticipated before. He was practically using her mouth as if it were the underside! Each thrust into her beleaguered throat was like an arrow embedded in her morals, driving her deeper and deeper into perversion. She moaned, in protest at what she was slowly losing, and in ecstatic anticipation for what was surely to come. Her pace increased, so that he routinely slapped her chin with his balls and caused her forehead to bump against his chiseled belly. Her throat felt raw and worn. He suddenly thrust hard once, and his hips surged forward, nearly throwing her head back; though he held it steady with his hands.
"Yeah... such a good throat... I like that..." The man mumbled randomly, his booming voice tinged with ecstasy.
Rhyeth's eyes widened as her cock seemed to grow in her mouth a little wider, causing her mouth to open even more and form an "O" shape. Then she felt something fiercely hot, as if she were suddenly drinking hot water, spilling down her throat, down her chest, and settling in her belly. Then, she finally realized: he was coming! She knew that at least.
The "baby stuff" ejaculated from a penis that was supposed to be used in her vagina was now being pushed in big thick bursts into her belly! Why? What is the use of this? Would that get you pregnant in a different way than normal? So many questions raced through her head as his swollen member literally pulsed and vibrated inside her mouth. The clumps of sperm seemed endless, making her literally feel full, like she was partying. She felt hot too, the wicked heat slowly spreading and filling her entire body. Her belly even felt a little distended, causing her endless embarrassment. And then, her orgasm ended, when the man sighed in satisfaction. Slowly, he withdrew, allowing her throat and mouth some respite as her cock released her lips with a snap.
"That was almost perfect." He said. "Glad you were able to drink my essence. Now I'm going to feed your other holes."
Rhyeth opened his mouth to speak, but found that her throat didn't seem to be working properly. Not a word came out. She was only able to stare dumbfounded as his manhood moved to the left, before she suddenly slapped his cheek.
!!!!!!!!
Rhyeth could only stare at him in shock as his wet, slippery manhood was on her shoulder, painting her skin with its juices. She didn't focus on the sting left by the sudden smack on his cock. No, she was more concerned with how it sparked a certain excitement in her, as if she was glad to have been treated so obnoxiously and condescendingly by that superior male creature.
He took her arm and lifted her none too gently. "Come now, let's continue. I can feel you are ready and willing to proceed."
'I'm not…' Rhyeth tried to say, but again he couldn't speak. Her incapacity just seemed to make her eyes smugly sparkle. She felt him grip her thighs, lift them up, then place the backs of her knees over his broad shoulders, which felt like the surface of a huge statue against her skin. The act had her groin swinging forward to bump into his. She gasped when her pussy suddenly made contact with her shaft, causing her to unconsciously wrap her arms around his neck. A moment later, she realized her reaction had been the wrong kind of thing to show him, but it was too late.
"Mmm... anxious little bitch. I can smell your wetness."
"Nnn…" Rhyeth gasped. "Nnnn mmmntttt…"
He chuckled. "Don't worry girl, I'll take care of you."
Then, with expert ease, his hands began to move between her bodies, all without changing the position of her legs. He caressed her vulva, said hello once more to her clit, and spread her freshly wet wetness all over the bush. He sucked on her neck, drawing love bites all over her like a hungry leech. The pinprick sensations made her fingers curl, her back arching as shivers once again ran down her spine. He tasted her firm breasts, squeezing and flicking her nipples. His breathing quickened. He placed his fingers inside her pussy once more, causing more of her juices to drip, signaling she was ready.
When he stopped, he touched her chin and forced him to look at her. He lifted her body, suspending her hips some distance above his.
Rhyeth felt his manhood move lower, felt his tip touch her lower entrance. She shivered, remembering the time he'd been inside her mouth and throat, how he'd ravaged her so completely she feared she couldn't speak anymore. Now he was going to insert it into her virginal passage, her ultimate display of dominance over her. And still, she shivered not in fear but in anticipation. She held her breath when she felt his lips part, then she felt his head sink deeper and deeper into her. She closed her eyes, trying to breathe as the sensation of that strange, warm body began to fill her.
Then he stopped, and she knew he had found her virginity. Not a moment later, her hand let go of where he'd supported her body, causing his hips to fall freely onto her cock.
"Ack!" Rhyeth cried out, feeling a brief burst of pain as her cock head ripped open the proof of her virginity, her pussy falling over her cock as she slammed right into her grave. Then he withdrew slightly, before advancing with a final stroke, delivering the full length of her inside her, his glans curling around her cervix and settling into her womb. Both times she felt like she was going to pass out from the extreme force of his entrance and the sensations it produced, as her body was totally unaccustomed to such treatment, let alone because of such a long and powerful cock. Rhyeth, already feeling full of the seed she had left inside his gut, now felt an even stronger sense of fullness, of being completely filled. She could feel her belly bulging out, like she was pregnant with his cock. Her inner folds stirred and tightened around him, forced to expand to accommodate his monstrous waist. She gasped hoarsely, her fingers digging into his skin as her mind tried to process all the sensations.
It was then that he began to move, his cock sliding back and forth inside her, mimicking the exact same movement he was making in her mouth. His juices, produced in large quantities in response to her intrusion, covered her length liberally.
Rhyeth was forced to look into her eyes as he plundered her narrow sheath, tunneling deep and swiftly into her core with a deft skill that blew her mind to smithereens. His throat had recovered enough to allow her to speak: she didn't, instead exhaling incoherent little squeals and soft moans with each thrusting movement.
"Nngghh! Nnnghh! Hee! Ahhhn! No! N-no...split...split me..." Rhyeth actually felt like he was ripping her in half, as his cock seemed to reach even in her chest and neck her, the phantom sensation brought on by how deep he was inside her. It was as if she had been reduced to just a human-shaped receptacle with a hole made especially for her cock, molding around it as if her insides were made of clay. And despite everything, he continued to keep her face strictly focused on his. Every shameful expression, every sigh of lust, every screech of utter defeat: everything was obediently watched by this hateful man, who seemed to revel in watching his sweet and wonderful torture. And then he was able to witness her face completely losing control. Her eyes rolled to her head, her jaw slackened, her lips parted deliriously, her breath shot out of her mouth in great, quick puffs. She was riding the wave of pleasure her magnificent cock brought, and she could no longer resist the tide, and instead allowed it to take her senses anywhere. Her only hope of recourse was, ironically, her enemy ahead of her, standing like a sturdy rock against the relentless waves. She was dependent on him now, the anchor that kept her from being swept away completely.
As it was, Rhyeth wasn't able to sense the exact moment when her cock widened even further, or that her flurry of thrusts became even more pronounced and frantic, as if he were a beast ardently seeking its own pleasure. Each hard stroke was him carving a sign inside her that proclaimed her his only bitch. The message had been written, it now remained to sign it with his own name: in this case, to mark her body completely with his seed. Her belly was already used to his hot semen, now it was her womb's turn.
Her release was preceded only by a growl, a sound Rhyeth didn't even hear. Still, her body recognized the sudden surge of strange heat that exploded inside her navel, an unmistakable eruption of wild heat that pulsed from his manly manhood. The sudden sensation of being seeded by a man so strong and unencumbered unleashed something primal in her, Rhyeth came right then and there, releasing a fresh dose of her juices into their joined groin as he milked her orgasm length for all she could give.
Rhyeth floated in what appeared to be a hot bubble for a long time. Time itself had no meaning. She was only aware that she was still shamelessly wrapped around the man's rough body, and that even now he continued to pump her inner core with his seed, painting it liberally with his courage. Then, her efforts lessened, her ejaculation slowly lessened until all that was left was the sensation of being completely full in her belly, and his hot cock nestled fully inside her.
Rhyeth sighed, finally able to catch his breath and open his eyes. It felt like the end of a long and arduous battle.
So he moved.
*SMACK!*
Her eyes widened. He was starting over. His eyes searched hers in panic and found no reassurance in her arrogant smile.
"I told you, didn't I?" The man said. "I would fill it in until I was satisfied. I would fill it many times, over and over."
"No…that wasn't the…" Rhyeth tried to say but was quickly cut off.
"Our agreement was that I could do whatever I wanted with you, which means that while I can, I'll do just that, woman. I'll drive you crazy with the strength of my manhood until it's the only thing you'll be with worry. And then you just have to say the words: 'I give up.'
"No, never!"
*SMACK!*
"Ungh!" Rhyeth sucked in a painful breath as he began to slowly scrape her semen-filled, well-used cunt, which throbbed with a dull but satisfied pain.
"Hold on if you like. It will only make your fall even sweeter. I wish you luck... Maiden of the Sword."
Rhyeth liked to believe that she only surrendered after a long time of enduring her torture. After all, it felt like an eternity whenever she came explosively, sending her into a spiraling abyss of pleasure she could never escape.
However, in fact, it was only the fourth time they'd done this, right after he'd claimed her anal virginity. With every hole completely destroyed by his monster cock, Rhyeth's state was like a well-used woman, soaked through in fresh semen, dripping and drying. The man had been liberal in blessing her with his seed.
Now Rhyeth was suspended above his cock, which was close to her bowels, not entering. A voice entered her exhausted awareness, bringing her to awareness.
"What will it be, adventurer? Are you going to stay here, forever abandon your team and enjoy this cock forever? Or are you going to run away and try your best to forget about this pleasure for the rest of your days?" The man whispered and her whispers made Rhyeth shiver, sending a delicious shiver through her body.
"Me me ..."
Her fingers played with her nipples, squeezing her breasts, distracting her thoughts. Rhyeth was even leaking milk there, for some strange reason, though it was impossible. Maybe there was some perverted magic involved, or something like that. But then again, such thoughts were irrelevant to her; but squeezing all that milk was so good ..
"ME…"
Her hot, hard member rasped against her entrance, making her gaping pussy quiver and cry.
Rhyeth gasped, finding it difficult to muster a rational answer. "...I'll stay. Please...I'll stay!" The last words were uttered with a shuddering cry. Though a part of her recoiled, an even greater part of her was replaced by lust, and therefore she found it easy to abandon duty and property just to pursue ultimate pleasure. Of course, as she screamed those words, she felt relieved, as if all her worries and life pressures had been thrown by the wayside. She didn't even want to apologize to Emysha or her teammates. Because now she was free, free to claim this hell of pleasure for herself.
"He is sure?" the man asked curiously as he teased her entrance with the tip of his head of his cock.
"Yes!" Rhyeth gasped, like a bitch in heat. "Please! Give me! Make me come, make me come, make me come..."
"Very well, bitch. That's your name now, right? You're no longer a woman pretending to be an adventurer. You're a complete slut."
"Yes, I'm a whore! I'm a whore! Please! Please!"
"Hmph. My name is Beleth. And what do you want with this one?"
"Y-your dick! Please Master Beleth!" Rhyeth said and she didn't really care that she sounded so shameless. She just wanted to! "Please fuck me!"
"Very well. I think this is goodbye, Rhyeth." Her voice changed, to something familiar. It burned into his consciousness, like a nagging memory. But such thoughts were quickly pushed away when he once more sheathed himself inside her. And old Rhyeth, leader of the Golden Grass, didn't know anymore. Now a beautiful nameless green-haired whore screamed ecstatically in this dark dungeon, leaping with wild abandon over the manhood of her new master.
~xXx~
"Was it a successful deployment?"
"Don't make it sound so rude Ruby, please, you're still a kid."
"My apologies, Daddy. Shall I carry this one for you?"
"No, I must carry it myself. And those humans on the surface?"
"They were 'scared' by your domain command. Your decoy copy was also retrieved."
"Very good. You're excused, go back to playing with your brother and… no jumping into the lava rivers, Gogumashi is entering his quarterly period of insane rage."
Beleth stared at the naked body of the woman he'd fucked into unconsciousness. With far more gentleness than he displayed during copulation, he lifted her like a princess and carried her upstairs. He wouldn't allow anyone, not even her most trusted servants, to deal with her, or any other woman he'd made pregnant. After all, they were the precious mothers of his future children, and he was determined to raise a great family, here in this new world.