With her inspection of the ritual site completed, an aura of satisfaction beamed out of Iskra's exhausted body as the pregnant teenager became giddy with excitement. A sharp, dominating glare flashed onto her calm features as she twisted and turned her neck to look down at her ever-faithful bodyguard. Not a word was spoken between the two as she nodded her head and waved for the cursed Fire Guard to continue with his preordained tasks.
The fleshless dwarf, who remained just as silent as his mistress, nodded his head as he moved his metallic form to pick up a nearby bucket of ice-cold water.
It had only been a scant few hours since the hideously cold liquid had been dredged up from the nearby lake, and Iskra could still see the thawing vapors rise into the breathtakingly cold air above before slowing evaporating into nothingness.
As she sat upon her seat, Iskra crossed her legs over one another and planted a closed fist against the side of her face as an ominous chuckle escaped from deep within her still decimated throat. Iskra winced in pain as her throat burned with righteous fury, but that didn't stop the young girl from finding pleasure within the ironic situation that she had forced upon her recently captured plaything.
A sinister smile happily spread itself across her pale cheeks as she watched her demonically possessed bodyguard twist his head and look to her for guidance, ready for the go-ahead.
Iskra remained quiet as she nodded her head in approval.
"Time to wake up!" Bellowed Argonok as the teeth clattering cold water splashed across the entirety of the imprisoned elven woman's face, forcing a sharp intake of breath to echo across the cavern's water-soaked walls as the white-haired prisoner slammed against her taut chains.
The festering iron chains, reinforced through a series of intricately linked demonic runes, barely moved an inch from where they stood as they had already been tightened to an extreme point. Nevertheless, the taut series of links strained against each other as they battered and slammed against a multitude of anchor points that had been drilled deep into the moistened limestone walls.
Iskra remained quiet throughout the entirety of her new toy's violent thrashing, keeping quiet as she reached out for a nearby cup of tea. A grateful smile crept onto her lips as she took her first sip, thankful for the medicinal beverage's soothing sensation that now worked to revitalize her decimated throat.
Iskra's gem-like eyes slowly crept up from her steaming cup of tea as a series of gasp-inducing curses and foulmouthed utterances reached her delicate ears. The young girl's emerald green eyes lit up with a passionate frenzy as she sharpened her gaze and continued to watch the foulmouthed prisoner continue to thrash and batter against the arcane-infused chains that locked the naked elven woman into the erotic position that she was in now.
'It's a little bit too bitter for my liking,' Iskra thought on the medicinal drinks sharp aftertaste as her mind wandered back towards the steamy cup of tea after having grown tired of the plump elven prisoner's wobbling flesh.
An amused chuckle escaped from the young girls grinning face as she brought the edges of her cup to her smiling lips. Iskra kept her twinkling eyes focused upon her beverage's last remnants while the white-haired exhibitionist fought tooth and nail to free herself from her imprisonment.
Time continued to march on at a steady pace, but after having finished her second cup of tea, Iskra had eventually realized that the elven woman had lost her will to resist against the iron-clad restraints and now lay flat against the rune-covered altar with a hateful glare towards the raven-haired teenager.
"Iskra!" Aemilia growled out in a poisonous tone as the side of her face lay flat against the dampened ritual altar.
There was no need for the imprisoned elf to utter another word.
"Aemilia," Iskra coughed out as she cleared out her throat before sitting her emptied cup back upon a nearby gold-inlined saucer plate. A soft clink echoed across the limestone-walled chamber as Iskra ran her fingers along the depths of her short and ragged hairstyle. "How are you feeling? Are you ready to be the star of my show?"
"Show?" Aemilia snarled as she jerked her body forward. The taut metal chains strained themselves against their rune-etched brethren as they continued to uphold their duty in keeping the imprisoned elf straddled against the ritual altar.
The elven woman let out a tired huff of air as her eyes peered downwards, looking deeply into the ominously glowing runes that had been so carefully constructed upon the stone slab's painstakingly crafted surface some weeks prior.
"Do you find me boring? I was under the impression that you must think so. Considering that you've been slumbering upon that stone slab for these past few days." Iskra hummed with a satisfied chuckle as she clapped her hands together before gently placing them atop of her thighs' meaty, pale flesh.
The elven prisoner shot a death glare towards the smug girl as she emitted a snarling growl through clenched teeth.
Iskra snapped her fingers as she ignored the feisty prisoner and instead turned her attention towards her fingernails, checking their undersides for any signs of dirt. Patiently waiting for her bodyguard to march forward and stuff a filth-ridden piece of cloth deep into the howling woman's mouth.
"Keep quiet, you!" Ordered the fleshless Fire Guard as the elven woman threw her head back in her attempts to struggle against the metallic dwarf's titanic grip.
The woman's defiant act was all for naught however as Argonok regained control over the snapping woman's actions and swiftly completed his task by jabbing two of his metallic fingers deep within the elf's throat.
As she let out a sickening cough, gasping for much-needed air, Aemilia became nothing more than a haggard mess. Her sweat-covered snow-white strands of hair drifted downwards, covering the majority of her face while her body shivered from the near-freezing temperatures within the cavernous depths.
"Done with postponing the inevitable, are we?" A bored Iskra asked with venomous hatred oozing over her words as she glared harshly towards her new toy.
Aemilia returned the young girl's glare with a vengeance as she remained defiantly quiet.
"Well now, isn't this just delightful?" Iskra let out with a purr as she rolled her eyes before looking towards an awaiting Argonok who now stood patiently at his mistress's side.
Argonok looked up towards his mistress, saying nothing as he shrugged his shoulders at his mistress's flat-lining jest.
Annoyed by her failure, Iskra could only shake her head in disappointment at having failed to bring out even the tiniest fit of laughter from the usually playful dwarf. She rolled her eyes when her ears perked up at the sound of her bodyguard chuckling to himself, finding amusement in his mistress's state of displeasure.
"Now then," Iskra let out with a click of her tongue while folding her arms beneath her mountainous breasts before slowly bringing her attention back towards her ill-received prize. "Let's begin, shall we?"
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Aemilia let out a fierce growl as she remained defiant towards her grinning captor. The elven woman glared harshly towards the raven-haired teenager as she jerked her body forward, forcing her plump flesh to wobble as her metallic restraints kept her body from moving forward.
Iskra couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her unfortunate test subject that was now laid bare before her.
"She's a feisty one, isn't she?" Argonok's echoing voice rang out from beside his silent mistress as the two of them watched the elven woman's struggles in unison.
Iskra remained silent as her bodyguard's jest echoed across the cavern's walls, and as she brought a fresh cup of tea towards her lips, a vile and hideous smile crept across Iskra's youthful features. A cruel fit of laughter echoed across the earthly chamber as she continued to look upon her ill-gotten prize.
"She wouldn't have lasted for so long if she wasn't." Iskra’s ruined voice rang out from her glistening lips as the young girl’s wicked smile grew even larger upon her shadowed features.
"I guess," Argonok chuckled as he turned to look towards his mistress as she quietly took another sip of her drink. "But none of her spunk appeared to have mattered the moment that she chose to pick a fight you with, didn't it?"
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The young girl glared towards her prey as a hand reached down to point towards a second nearby bucket as she signaled to her metallic companion about what needed to be done next.
Within the bucket's rusted depths were strange glowing vials that emitted a bright, pink hue. These eerily glowing vials contained the very drugs that Argonok had first brought to his mistress's attention several months prior when the imprisoned elven slave-mistress had first attempted to abuse the pregnant teenager's goodwill.
Ever since first learning of the woman's hedonistic plot, Iskra had waited patiently and gathered the necessary evidence to expose her new toy's abysmal ploy. "She lost the moment she attempted to drug my husband, but to be completely honest, I would have done this anyway. Since she kept referring to my most cherished knight as a variety of heinous beasts."
Twisting her eyes towards the fleshless Fire Guard, Iskra snapped her fingers and watched with an elated breath as the metallic being moved forward with the rusted bucket in hand. With each step that the possessed suit of armor took, the closer that the eerily glow of the magical potions came to casting itself upon the rune-covered altar.
A burst of echoing, vile laughter followed in the wake of the bodyguard's heavy footsteps as the container's battered handle slowly crumbled beneath the Fire Guard's titanic grip.
With an unceremonious gesture, Argonok placed the bucket in front of the altar as the panicking prisoner struggled against her restraints, desperate to get away from the vials of magical pink liquid.
Aemilia looked down upon the glowing vials, casting a shadowed pit of despair upon her frightened features as the eerily pink glow rose up to meet her widening eyes.
The elven woman would have had to be a fool not to know what was to come next.
"You know," Iskra’s gravelly voice pondered for all to hear within the cavernous depths as she continued to watch her prisoner struggle against her imminent fate. "I'm not going to sit here and play a guessing game as to why you thought your plan would work. Instead, I'll merely admit that it has left me completely flabbergasted as to why you went about your scheming in such a way. Don't you think so, Argonok?"
"To be fair," Argonok replied as he stepped back with a single, glowing vial in his hand. It took the Fire Guard only a few bounding steps to return to his mistress's side. "She did claim that I would eventually enjoy myself if I were to take part in her plans. Though I think that yours is far more entertaining of the two."
The mistress and her servant shared in the other's laughter as the cursed suit of armor placed the vial of pink liquid into the palm of the teenager's eagerly awaiting hand.
With her slender fingers wrapped tightly around the glowing vial, Iskra moved to stand up from her chair. Its wooden legs creaked against the cavern's icy-cold floor as the young girl pushed her pregnant body onto its feet.
An exhausted breath escaped from her plush lips as she twisted and twirled the fragile piece of glass between her fingers.
Her footsteps reverberated across the chamber's walls with an ominous echo as she slowly drew closer towards the shivering, resentful prisoner.
"I don't need to tell you what these things do, do I?" Iskra asked of her prisoner as she stood behind the elven woman's fleshy backside. Her rotund belly brushed itself across her plaything's jiggling flesh as a curious hand reached out and grabbed hold of the soft, doughy rear.
The young girl's gem-like eyes glittered in amazement as her fingers squeezed tightly around the bountiful mound of flesh, eagerly watching at the sight of her delicate fingers becoming enveloped beneath the abundance of flesh that the elven woman's wobbling backside possessed.
Giving the plump, jiggling rear a hearty slap, Iskra popped open the vial's cork stopper and slowly tilted the glowing container directly over the elven woman's flesh-heavy bottom.
A look of disgust grew upon the young girl's sneering face as the white-haired woman's entire body shivered in delight as the first droplet splashed across her bountiful backside.
Iskra couldn't help but let out a hateful snort as the elven woman's fleshy rear rose to meet more of the magical sex drug, eagerly swaying her hips as her quivering flesh became drenched in the pink alchemical concoction.
The young girl couldn't help but spit upon the back of her prisoner's head.
Iskra's hateful sneering turned her usually gorgeous features into that of a hideous beast as she continued to watch the elven woman moan and shiver in an uncontained sexual bliss.
With the last droplets of the magical sex drug dripping down the quivering flesh of the prisoner's meaty thighs, a sickened expression grew upon Iskra's face as she opened her hand and let go of the emptied vial.
The sound of shattering glass echoed within the earthly depths as the flustered captive lowered her head with an eager sigh, desperate for the sexual relief that her body now craved with a tremendous hunger.
Tired of the pathetic sight before her, Iskra turned her back against the drugged elven prisoner. Taking the first step back towards where her seat lay, Iskra raised her right hand, snapped her fingers, and pointed towards the altar’s front. Beckoning for her metallic bodyguard to stand in front of the quivering white-haired elven prisoner.
As the Fire Guard moved forward towards his new position, Iskra returned to her previous position and sat upon her seat.
Iskra placed a loving hand over her rotund belly as an exhausted sigh escaped from her lips. The young girl slumped down into her seat, giving off a lazy aura as she hastily gestured for her bodyguard to begin with his latest task.
The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the ominously lit cavern. The dreaded Fire Guard's fist smashed its way through the countless glowing vials as it made a methodical pattern in its duty.
Soon enough, Argonok removed his fist from the rusted bucket of pink glowing liquid and shattered glass. Bright, glowing droplets of the magical substance dripped down from the Fire Guard's metallic fist and splattered across the cavern's floor.
“I have to ask," Bemoaned Iskra as she looked upon her bodyguard as he flicked his powerful fingers to clear away the glowing alchemical substance. "Do you know how annoying it's been for me to constantly hear about the gossip and inane drivel involving my husband's supposedly inherited sex curse?"
Iskra's crude voice echoed around the ominous chamber as she turned her attention towards the quivering elf with a bored expression upon her face. When a reply came in the form of a hungering moan from her prisoner, the young girl couldn't help but shake her head.
"I suppose that it's partly my fault," She replied to her own inquiry as she clapped her hands together. "For marrying into a family that's supposedly had this curse ever since the day that its progenitor first roamed the world."
A muffled scream broke out from Aemilia’s gagged throat as her face became drenched in shards of glass and the pink, glowing substance. Deep, heavy breaths could be heard from the elven woman's gagged mouth as her face became flushed with an unquenchable thirst for sexual desires.
"And for getting pregnant so quickly as well, I'd imagine." Iskra dragged her right hand through her ragged hairstyle, twirling its slender fingers through the raven-black strands of hair as a vile grin pierced her youthful features. An all too familiar sight for those that came to know the expectant mother in the past several weeks. "But if I hadn't gotten pregnant in the way that I had, then how else was I supposed to free my knightly husband from the binding shackles of his hawk-like parentage?"
Silence filled the hollow cavern as the last whispering remnants of the girl’s echoing words reverberated throughout the earthly chamber.
“But let's stay away from broaching the subject of my in-laws.” After what had felt like an eternity, Iskra spoke once more. “Instead, let's discuss one of the more recent hobbies that I've decided to pick up."
Venomous laughter filled the shadow infested chamber as she scratched at the back of her head.
"I'm not sure if you know this or not, but animal husbandry is quite a fascinating subject to read up on. Though I must admit that I wouldn't have started to take an interest in such a topic until you kept pestering me with your comparisons between my loving husband and some foul beasts."
An agonizing groan came from Aemilia's quivering form as the elven woman planted her head against the rune-covered altar as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Iskra sneered in disgust as she watched her prisoner rub her lower body against the stone slab, seeking out a powerful enough stimuli to drown her desires in ecstasy.
“Through my research, I discovered that beasts known to the world as Minotaurs were once a daily sight in the bygone years of when demi-gods walked the world. Imagine my disappointment when it became known to me that the knowledge to create such beasts was lost during the chaotic years of your people's catastrophic civil wars that consumed the ancient elven empire and created a chasm that exists even to this day."
A moan soon followed the young girl's words as the imprisoned elf lost all of her strength. Her head and limbs hung limply in the air, restrained by their cursed shackled as Aemilia's body quivered in orgasmic delight.
“In my despair, I made mention of my sorrow to my dwarven counterparts during one of our many meetings together.” Amused by the sight before her, Iskra let out a delighted chuckle.
“I knew it,” Iskra laughed aloud as her hands excitedly clapped together. She was reacting in such a way that one would have to wonder if she were watching a mesmerizing and engaging stage play. “After all of those times when you made mention of me being fucked by some hideous beast, you were actually hinting at one of your most deepest desires."
Aemilia's body went limp as a series of powerful orgasms wracked her quivering form.
“Argonok,” Iskra called out towards her dwarven servant as she turned to look back towards where the cavern's entrance lay. "Be a dear and go get this thing her new groom."
The Fire Guard did as he was told and disappeared further into the blackened shadows of the cavernous depths.
It didn't take long for the sound of powerful hoofbeats to echo into the dimly lit chamber. The mysterious creature's steps were filled to the brim with pride as it was led into the ritual chamber, it's shadowed form slowly revealing itself to both the grinning raven-haired teenager and its bride-to-be.
“I was told that this particular beast was quite stubborn during the time of its hunt,” Iskra began to explain as the sight of towering antlers first materialized into the hollow chambers. "It was at the head of a great herd that Zharatan's dwarves had carefully tracked over these past few weeks."
Iskra's gem-like eyes followed in the wake of the towering beast, taking notice of the ominous runes that had been etched upon its powerful and muscular frame. These demonic runes were similar in appearance to those upon the ritual altar and through trial and error, the young girl was hoping to discover the lost secrets of a heinous act that had been lost to the ravages of time and fate.
“I've been told that it's quite young, despite its towering form. Which is quite fitting for you.”
A hideous smile crept along Iskra's glistening lips as the antlered beast let loose with an otherworldly bellow as Argonok readied the drooling creature for what was to come. Steaming globules of sickening spit dripped down onto the back of the white-haired bride's head, sending shivers running up along the length of her spine as a hoarse fit of laughter erupted from the human teenager.
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