“This is how I used to see the world.” Came a whisper from somewhere, the sweetest little voice I’d ever heard. I turned to see a woman of blonde hair, her girlish face set with big emerald eyes, pupils dilated with intoxication, freckles smattering her pale complexion, two goat horns curving back from her mane. Oh, it was Rose. I’d forgotten for a moment who and where I was.
“Used to?”
She turned her face to the sky, and closed her eyes. “The trees used to tell me stories, and flowers used to smile at me. I could dance with the forest like a vine in the river, and see it in all its true brilliance. No longer.”
“Why not?”
She casually pulled off her foliage top, and rested beside me to bathe in the sun. “I think it started when I first saw Elena. I was inexplicably drawn to her. I saw her penis, and it stirred something…” she rested her hand on her belly, then slid her bottom off, “…here. Then after I attacked the castle and killed those rangers, I felt myself drifting away.”
“We call that ‘battle fatigue’ in the military.”
“I don’t think that’s what it is. When Mother came back to the castle with a host of brothers for us to enjoy, it was like someone had cast a lifeline into the void. I was drawn to them like I’d been drawn to Elena. I was shy at first, but after I felt a man inside me for the first time, all that shyness melted away.”
I chuckled. “I remember the feeling.”
She turned on her side, her head propped on her hand. “One by one, my sisters all tasted the pleasures of the flesh, and it satisfied them. But not I. I was never satisfied. I tried taking two brothers at once. Then three, then four, then five at a time.”
“Damn!” I gave her an appraisingly look, “Good for you.”
She smiled guiltily. “I got all the way up to eight, but still, I needed more.”
Her delicate fingers traversed the nubile rises of her body, then slid into the grass, and gently caressed me from hip to crotch. My cock engorged immediately, the drugs in my system causing it to ache with fullness, precum bubbling from the tip to run in viscous rivulets down the shaft. Rose watched it with rapt eyes, her bosom heaving with anticipatory breaths.
I pulled her hand away. “Rose, you can’t.”
“Just a taste,” she whispered, her eyes not leaving my organ, “just let me lick it a little. That’s all I want.”
“Just a taste is all it takes for your kind.”
“Can you not tell that the corruption is already in me?” She lowered her face to my lap, and gazed worshipfully at the thing standing between my legs, “It calls to me, Kiera. Like the forest used to call to me, but this voice speaks with such terrible seduction. I am anxious all the time, scratching and rubbing, aching with a hunger between my legs, never comfortable, but this voice whispers of peace.”
“You’re not too far gone. You just need to hold out a little longer.”
“I can’t stand it anymore!” She hissed.
I held her up by the chest. “Rose, your mother will kill me if you do this.”
“Mother is a pragmatist, and she knows no vengeance. If the change has already happened, she will see no need to defend me.” She brought my hand to her breast, and made me squeeze it, “Like a doe who walks away from her fallen fawn, Mother will let me go, and I will call you, ‘Master.’”
“Rose.” Came a voice from above. I glanced up to see Arbor watching us from the treetop. She’d probably been there the whole time.
I held up my hands, “I wasn’t doing anything.”
Arbor swooped down and landed on my other side. “Rose,” she said across from me, “if you cannot control yourself, then I will not let Kiera cross the river.”
“Maybe I’ll cross the river then.” She hissed, “Maybe I’ll splay myself out in the street for the orcs to have me! Anything but the seedless sap my brothers stuff me with!”
“Do you think your condition will be improved? You will not be freed from the craving, you will be enslaved by it!”
“Slavery is better than this torture!”
“You need to wait until—”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, you old bitch!” Rose snarled.
Arbor blinked, then cleared her throat. “That was painful, Rose.”
“Maybe I wanted to hurt you.”
“Do you blame me for what is happening to you?”
“Yes.” She hissed, “When I am at my lowest, I curse your name.”
“Why?”
Rose laughed. “Why? Why?! If a simple desire can awake such hell in me because of your design, why would I not? You were so arrogant that you thought you could play god, and it is I who must suffer that arrogance! Then you dote on me and love me and say I am your favorite daughter, but so was Tulip! Where has your favoritism gotten me, Mother? You walk around in this shell of a body, but you don’t really understand! I can’t just leave this! If you won’t let me succumb, then death is my only escape!”
“Do not say such things!”
“You’re like a child.” Rose hissed, “You have lived for ten-thousand years, but you’ve never grown up. And why would you? What force compels your growth? While the world ages my flesh and weakens my bones, you stay the same, and like a child, you hold onto everything, demanding that it too stay the same, fearing that it will grow up and leave you behind.”
Arbor blinked, then cleared her throat, but she could not clear it well enough. Her breath caught within it, and a tear welled in her eye. “Kiera,” she said, thumbing away that tear, “you must leave us now.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I picked up Rose’s sack of drugs, and made a beeline for the bridge.
SORYAYA
We were in Eva’s office, the sound of the evening revelers outside dulled by the consistent moans of the revelers within. I sighed ruefully. There were times that I wished I still had a penis. Not because I missed mine, but because I felt like I hadn’t used it to the fullest. I hadn’t experienced all the great things a penis had to offer. As I finalized the text for the new trade deal, I glanced at Prince Mathew Dreus, and let out another sigh. He looked like he was in heaven.
Despite Adrianna’s attempts to stop her, Eva eventually got her claws on Prince Mathew, and what Furia hadn’t yet corrupted, Eva did. She’d got his nether regions waxed and his anus bleached, and now his hairless testicles were bound in a golden coil that held them firmly together. There were three rings around his cock, and fresh piercings in his nipples. Those nipples were now swollen and taut as Eva pulled on the chain that linked them, standing atop a box so that her crotch was at mouth-level with poor Prince Mathew. She chuckled in that low sultry manner that made me drip between the thighs, and wrapped the chain around her leather-gloved hand, raising the pitch of Mathew’s muffled moan. He didn’t have her cock all the way down his throat, but he was doing an admirable job for a first-timer. I daresay the distractions certainly made it easier for him.
Thick lubricant squelched from his pink anus as Furia slowly guided him up and down in her lap, her magnificent tattooed organ revealed, then consumed by the prince’s virgin ass. She had tenderly broken him in, and now I feared the lad was absolutely ruined, for his eyes were rolled back in his head, and spit was leaking down his chin. No cock would do but Furia’s for him now, or at least, none smaller. Fortunately for him, there were plenty bigger here in Alkandra, and more than enough orcs who would be glad to service a pretty young thing like him. Alexa knelt between his legs, and treated him like royalty with her mouth. Her hands were bound behind her back, and her anus was stretched to a grotesque circle around all the candlesticks Furia and Eva had put in there. Apparently, Alexa had overstepped the hermaphroditic hierarchy, and was being punished. I watched the way her pussy juices ran down her quivering thighs, and felt a pang of jealousy. With everyone busy, would I have to go out to a BDSM club to have my needs fulfilled?
Faltia marched through the tent flap, and stopped. “Whoa,” she said, “what the fuck is going on here?”
“Trade negotiations, Captain.” I said dryly, “The Lowlands has just agreed to buy our silver for cost, and has forgiven the debt we owed. We will trade freely between each other, and will discuss bilateral trade with the dwarves once their emissary arrives. Since Alkandra and Ardeni are so far away from Vachter Dormus, it is likely that we’ll have to build trade outposts along our southern highways. In order to fund that, we’ll have to start taxing our citizens.”
“They won’t like that.”
“It won’t happen immediately. We’re still using Lowland currency here, and King Dreus is more than happy to throw us some extra cash to incentivize that use. Eventually, we’ll have to build a treasury of our own, and a mint of our own, and that means distribution of wealth, and tax collection.”
“And who better than you?”
“Prestira Rasloraca was said to be a genius with money, but in her absence, I guess it is me who will take on that mantle, yes.” I scribbled the last few lines of the trade agreement, then added my signature. “I will personally take on the role of tax collector.”
“So that everyone can vent on you?”
“Precisely. If they’re going to call me a filthy money-grubbing whore for taking their money, I might as well earn the title, hmm?” I reached beneath the desk, and with a grunt, I hoisted a massive anal cone onto the tabletop. “Now,” I said, turning to Faltia, “you are going to help me make this disappear.”
She looked from me, to the cone. I dawned my masochistic persona, and wiggled excitedly in the chair with a wide smile. “Hurt me?” I giggled, “Please, Captain?”
ADRIANNA
Alkandra at night was something to see. Fires of a hundred different colors burned from the lampposts, warm hearths shown through windows, and the streets were filled with life. If the daytime was raucous, the nighttime was manic. The laughs were louder, the calls were more jovial, the moans and yips of lust were accentuated by the primal excitement of darkness. Every street corner was a party, every alleyway was an orgy, and the street itself was alive with the movement of people going from one thing to the next, their eyes wide and bright.
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