AN: As you may have noticed, it's another NSFW chapter, but it's a different one. This one has a graphic rape scene in it, with a lot of tentacles. 43, on the other hand, will have a torture session, which will also be labeled as NSFW.
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Apparently, the flesh and organ meat of humans is delectable to my horde of monsters. Though, of course, I would never be able to partake in such a venture, it was still interesting to watch them pounce on and eat living humans. However, we were not without casualties on our side, as well, but those that died were quickly raised up as chained spirits by Brutus the Lich. The bodies of the monsters, on the other hand, were burned to ash. Especially when others realised their flesh was inedible.
Three turns of the day-star had passed since the destruction of the first village, and in those three days, we had found, slaughtered, and devoured the flesh of four other villages. As we continue to journey forever onwards, it had come to my attention that there were less humans, and more tribes of various races. These tribes were not only Beastmen, women, and Kin, but of elf, dwarf, and something akin to a human, but not. For they had green skin, were stocky in build, and had long ears of an elf. Orc, is what Brutus called them, and they were supposedly mindless brutes that only cared about killing others.
Well, needless to say, these orcs dared tried to attack us whilst we were slaughtering the humans and Kin of the fifth village. They charged whilst wielding their clubs and rusty weapons, and wore naught, but poor quality hide and cloth ware. However, something odd occurred once they came upon my skeletal body. These creatures fell forward, prostrating themselves in worship. I was speechless as I stared down upon their forms, as were most who were expecting a battle with them.
When we prodded them enough, a few exclaimed, in their own broken language, that I was their new god, or something of the sort. There were a few others that had said something about a prophecy, but I did not pay much attention to this. Instead, I had a few others take over in integrating and watching over them. If they should even a hint of hindrance towards our march to the warfront, they are to be removed immediately. Too bad many had to be executed, because they tried to do just that.
A few dozen orcs, and something that looked like a mage of some sort, tried to steer our horde towards one of their enemies. They explained that as their new "god", I had to destroy their foes. However, the only ones who ended up destroyed were themselves, and I made sure of it by casting my own destructive magicks upon the group. "<
It would be a full day-cycle before we found another village, but this one was already under attack. By what, I did not know, and sent a few to act as scouts. As we awaited their return, everyone from monsters, to orcs, to the Undead began to rest in some way. Whilst the first two groups had sat down, the third group began to speak to one another in low voices, before branching off to meditate or simply watch those who were living still. Upon inquiring as to what they were doing, Brutus came upon my person with the explanation of, "Many among the spirits were curious as to what the status of the world was."
For some odd reason, I felt as though he was lying to my person. Of course, he was a thrall, and therefore could not do so, but the feeling was there. Perhaps it was simply paranoia that came with the territory of having succeeded in gaining power, or perhaps it was something else. In any case, the scouts had returned, and what they reported on was interesting, to say the least.
They prostrated themselves before my skeletal body that was seated upon a large boulder, and rose once they were commanded to rise. "My Lord God," began one whose arms had become a mass of shadow-like tentacles that wriggled and writhed around its body, "it is an Elven village, and they are being attacked by the demons the humans are fighting against."
The scouts were dismissed shortly afterwards, and I summoned a few others to relay my order to the horde. "We march on the Elf village," my voice thundered towards them, "Capture the demons, alive, and kill all others. Feast upon their flesh, if you wish, but I desire the demons. They have a purpose for my plans."
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"Our Lord God desires the living bodies of the demons that dare attack our next target," my own voice, a hauntingly beautiful melody, stretched forth and into the minds of all that stood before my regal self, "He does not care for the elves, so you are all free to partake in whatever pleasures you desire." The 'Horde', as our God called it, began to roar with excitement. The notion of slaughtering all would rally any mindless brute, and these were no exception.
I, myself, on the other hand, would not soil my hands in something so ugly as killing. Instead, I shall let others dirty themselves with blood, gore, and other bodily fluids. The very thought of having something so foreign upon my person sickened my mind, but if our God commanded me to do so, I would willingly commit the deed. However, I still desire beauty, so killing them would become an art, in and of itself.
Which reminds me, "My Lord God," my body bent forward in a bow towards the supreme being in from of my regal self. For he was a God amongst mortals, here to lead us to a more beautiful paradise.
"Yes Brutus?" His voice rumbled as though it were thunder echoing across a great canyon. Ah, if only I could capture, but a snippet of his voice, I would cherish its beauty for all time.
"My Lord God," I began once more, "is there not an opening for the torturer's position within the castle?"
"There is," his voice was slow, as he stared down upon my body, causing it to shiver with excitement, "Why? Are you interested in the position?"
"Yes, My Lord God. I am."
"Splendid," his lower hands clapped once, causing the world around us to stir for a brief moment, before righting itself. "Then prove to me you can. Go forth, and capture an adult male and female elf from the village. I desire to hear their voices singing in songs of pain and agony. I wish to drink their sorrow until they have not an ounce left. If they do sing, and I am able to drink their sweet nectar of sorrow, then I shall welcome you as our new torturer."
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Our God then glared down upon my body with baleful, crimson eyes, causing it to shiver even more, "Fail to do so, and you will be the one who will be singing for death to come for you."
I left his splendid presence soon afterwards, and intoned the spell, "<
*****
"What a pain," I muttered to myself, mentally sighing as Brutus left my side. Of all the people who did their best to vie for my affection, attention, and the like, that one seemed to try the most. How it came to be as such only began quite recently, in fact, it only started after the first village we destroyed. The Lich seems to have fallen in love with my person, right after I destroyed the barrier containing the rest of the humans. It was a troublesome shield, to be sure, but my magicks persevered.
Unfortunately, shortly thereafter the Lich named Brutus began to use a sort of flowery speech towards my person. He would ramble on and on about how there wasn't any beauty in the world, and that my body was perfect, my magicks more so. His desire was to watch the world tremble beneath my might, as I, and those under me, conquered it.
A part of me desired to see him fail, so that I may be rid of his incessant pestering once and for all. With a small burst of anger, my body stood tall, turned around, and smashed the boulder into dust, before something within my being forcibly calmed my mind down. "Such a pain," I growled, before turning to see the horde beginning to trickle back towards my person.
Many female, and some male, elves were seen being dragged or carried towards my position, then deposited before my feet. "Sacrifice to you," grunted an orc, who grinned as he sniffed the air. It seems many of the elves had soiled themselves, once they realised what was standing above them.
"What is that?" Screamed a female elf, who had spotted my form first, and all began to cower beneath my gaze.
"Is this from Brutus, or from you orcs?" I inquired, desiring to know how to proceed. If they were brought over by the orcs, then we shall proceed in one direction, but if they were gifted by the Lich, then the path would be different.
"Us, God," grunted another, who deposited another living elf female into the group. More of them, including the rest of the horde, soon appeared, but with the dragon-men demons in tow. These were struggling against shadow-like bonds that kept them contained. However, they became still once they all stared upon my skeletal form, frantically chatting in a language I did not recognise.
"Wonderful," my voice thundered, as both pairs of my clawed hands clapped together, "Then my desire is to feast upon their screams for tonight. Pain, ecstasy, it matters not to one such as I. For as long as they are singing in a choir of voices filled with such things, then shall give you all a blessing."
All were excited, as well as curious as to what sort of blessing I would impart to them all, but most were simply wondering what I meant by my words. "Rape them," I replied, "Eat their flesh slowly, whilst the others watch. Cut their flesh a thousand times, or cut them once and allow them to bleed out slowly. Do whatever you desire, but make sure they scream."
I could see their little minds processing this bit of information for a time, as the group of elves began to cry and beg once they realised what I had explained. Once the screaming began, however, a small group of monsters, whose bodies were a mass of shadow-like tentacles and tendrils, began to drag away three female elves. They, then, began ripping their clothing from their bodies, whilst their tentacles and tendrils gripped their small chests, pulled on their nipples, and binding their limbs.
Two of the females had wriggling and writhing appendages stuffed inside their lower bodies, whilst others held them in the air. Blood and fluids began to fall onto the ground, as these tentacles and tendrils vibrated and thrust in and out of their bodies at a rapid pace. The third, however, was pinned to the ground, as the rest of the small monster group began forcing their members into the female's mouth, that which is between her legs, and rear end. Her own pair of small mounds were being gripped hard during this event, and it was enough to see blood beading up upon her nipples.
Turning away from the scene with a mental, feral grin, my eyes spied a different scene. There were female monsters within the horde, and they had forced five male elves against five of the females' crotches. The sounds of coughing, gagging, and moaning was heard from that group, as they forced the males to see, smell, and lick that which is between their legs. These females, then, forced the males onto their backs, ripping off their trousers and cloths to reveal the members hidden underneath. Sounds of laughter were heard from this group, as several members of the male elves stood erect. Of which, many of the females took advantage of this, and mounted the males with grunts and moans. Their bodies began to move up and down the length of each member, spilling their fluids onto the squirming males.
Whilst this was occurring, those that had limp members had tentacles squirming inside their rear ends, thrusting and vibrating quickly. These males were screaming and crying as this occurred, and a few bodies stiffened as it ejaculated onto the ground. This would then cause the tentacles to shove themselves farther into the males, and vibrate even more so, which would then erect their members. This allowed the females to mount them, moving slowly up and down their length.
"Such a splendid feast," my voice roared out with great joy and laughter, causing all to join in with their own, and increased their merrymaking. It was at this time, however, the Lich named Brutus had appeared, telling my person he was ready to please my person with the choir he had procured. "Lead on," I chuckled down upon him, "My mood has improved greatly, and cannot wait for the next course of the feast to begin."