Dark Lord Comes (Possession)
Uldroth's shuffling footsteps echoed down the chamber, lit only by dim purple torchlight. The Dark Lord had summoned him. But for what purpose? He had been silent since his defeat at the hands of the Elves for decades, but now he sends for his true servant? The sorcerer's mind raced at the thought of serving his master again.
Reaching the door to the Room of Communion, Uldroth stopped in front of the guards. Like most minions of the Dark Lord, they were inhuman creatures made of dark magic. However, even they had enough sense to detest the weaselly magician now demanding entrance to the Room. "Stand aside!" Uldroth meagerly shouted. The midnight black armor of the minions did not move, still as statues, and they still blocked the door with their halberds.
"In the name of the Dark Lord, I command you to stand aside!" The sorcerer commanded. At the mention of their master's name, they slowly shifted away from the entryway. Muttering to himself about the blasted fiends, Uldroth pressed on through the door.
Inside the Room of Communion stood only a basin and a jug. The sorcerer took the jug in his pale hands and slowly tipped it into the basin. He watched and chanted in a fell language as the black ooze flowed forth, filling the basin with dark oil. Upon filling the basin, Uldroth chanted again in another spell, and watched as a bright red light came from within the liquid. Flames danced within, and a dark shape came from the other side. The magic mirror was finished, and its spell now linked Uldroth to his lord.
"My Lord! You summon me at last!" He squeaked out.
"YES." Came a booming voice from the other side. "I HAVE RETURNED WITH A NEW PLAN. A PLAN TO DOOM THIS WORLD ONCE AND FOR ALL TIME."
Uldroth smiled at this. "What of the Elves, lord? Surely they will offer resistance?"
"IF YOU CARRY OUT MY INSTRUCTIONS, FAITHFUL SERVANT, AND DELIVER MY NEWEST MINION, THE ELVES SHALL BOW BEFORE US."
Slowly, the Dark Lord's shadow moved its arm, and reached out. Uldroth's eyes widened as something squirming began to emerge from the Basin of Communion.
"NOW THEN, LISTEN CLOSELY..."
Lyanna lifted the branch and peered into the clearing. The Archmage had been deep in study of various magics when she had received a strange vision. Dark clouds gathered in the wilderness, and it could only be the influence of the defeated one, the one who called himself the Dark Lord. She cursed as her finger was pricked by the bush she was next to. She hated being out here in the woods, amongst all the peasants and beasts. She much preferred her tower in the Palace, where there were nice, fluffy beds, and attractive servant boys to warm them. But being the Archmage meant stamping out evil wherever it may be found, and so she found herself on a two days' ride from the capital, out in the fucking woods. She cast a spell of healing, watching as the golden light wrapped around her finger, closing her wound. She then stepped through the bramble and into the clearing.
The Elven Archmage, like most Elves, was the picture of beauty. Her golden hair, topped by a diadem, was wrapped in a bun, with the rest hanging off the sides of her head. Her perfectly tan skin was only partially covered by a flowing white gown, which showed off her voluptuous breasts and shapely ass, not to mention plenty of leg. This was intentional, of course. Lyanna may have been the Archmage, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy the attention, or company, of the more-than occasional courtier.
Walking into the center of the clearing, Lyanna came to her objective: the ruins. The Dark Lord had once been defeated here in what had been an obsidian tower, and if he was gathering strength once more, she needed to defeat it before it could be given form. If anything got in her way, they would be surprised that the Elven woman wearing only a dress and sandals carried powerful magics indeed.
Lyanna came to a basin at the center of the dark purple ruins, finding a basin at the center. "A Basin of Communion?" She whispered. She knew that the Dark Lord used this to speak with his many servants, but she had never found and intact one. Peering inside, she saw a black, oily substance inside. This must be the source of the darkness she had envisioned. The air around here seemed heavier, warmer somehow despite the spring heat. Motioning towards the basin, the side of her dainty hand brushed against its cool surface.
Instantly, the Elf found herself unable to move her hand. "Shit!" She exclaimed as dark vines wrapped themselves around her lower arm, binding it to the vessel, whose liquid began to boil. A pinkish gas issued forth and swirled around her. Her pointy ears heard rustling and laughter come from the brush outside as it began to stir. She waved her other hand around the bramble binding her, attempting to cast a spell and undo her bonds, but another vine leapt forth from what she thought was the stone basin, ensnaring it as well. Yet another vine wrapped itself around her feet, quickly tying her legs together. "No, no, no!" She said. The air seemed to get heavier, and a sweet smell started to fill Lyanna's nostrils, making her feel a little funny; the kind of sensation she only felt before she summoned a comely bath maid. Her loins became warm at the thought of it. Yes, those girls certainly knew how to service her in more ways than one. Wait, why was she thinking about that? "What... is this?" The Elf's head shook in an attempt to regain focus, but lust clouded her mind increasingly. If her hands weren't bound, the sweet air that passed through her lungs would have made them explore her increasingly moist nethers. Her struggle became less about escaping, and more about freeing herself so she could masturbate right there in the clearing. The people who trapped her here and the nature of the now glowing basin went to the back of her mind. She could think of little else now other than remembering how good it felt to be filled by nice, warm, throbbing cock. Gods, she needed a cock right now.
The basin's oil began to stir, and Lyanna gasped as she glimpsed something impossibly emerging from it. A dark tentacle, covered in its slimy oil, slithered up and out. It was a grey slug no longer than her hand with a slick, almost wormlike appearance. As it fully emerged however, and clearly started slithering towards her, Lyanna felt no fear at all. No, that fear had been replaced by a pure arousal. "Oh, yes!" She panted. Five minutes ago, the Archmage would have blasted the wretched thing to smithereens with her sorcery. But now that same Elven beauty was so incredibly horny, she didn't care. She smiled as she saw this slug reach the edge of the basin and fall over the edge, plopping down into the grass at her feet. As the slimy creature climbed over her sandals and grazed her bare feet, a chill went up her toned leg, sparking a pang of arousal in her womanhood. Lyanna moaned involuntarily. Now she knew exactly what she needed.
The slug seemed to know it too. It began its journey upward, sticking itself to the side of her leg, leaving a trail of unholy greyish slime in its wake. The Elf was enraptured by its warmth, loving the feel of this undoubtedly evil creature as it caressed her skin on its way up her shins and past her knee. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" She whispered as it climbed up past her gown. Though she could no longer admire its vile beauty, she moaned at the tingling sensation of the creature reaching her supple thighs. Fortunately for the slug, Lyanna's travel undergarments were loose, and ended on her upper thighs. The Archmage moaned again in delight as she felt it worm its way under the expensive Elven silk and penetrate the underside of her clothing. Now nothing stood between the slug and its destination: Lyanna's now drenched pussy. She was the horniest she had ever been, at the absolute peak of desire. But she had yet to experience any release. That was soon to come.
The mage's bonds suddenly loosened, and she fell over in surprise. Her golden diadem fell off her head as she landed squarely on her back, the points of her ears touching the green blades. Rather than scramble to get up and get away, the proud Archmage of the Elven Kingdom instead yanked down her undergarments, pulling up her gown to get a good look at what she was now practically ready to beg for. "Gods, please!" She whispered. She got her wish.
No sooner had the slug been exposed to the light of day once more than had it chosen to finish its journey. "FuuUUUUCK!" Lyanna squealed in delight as the creature grazed her outer pussy lips, then moaned in supreme ******* as it immediately dove between her lower lips. Her bright blue eyes rolled back in her head and she fell back into the grass, her mind exploding in the most earth-shattering orgasm she had ever experienced. All the cocks in the world could not have given her as much pleasure as the unholy creature which defiled her cunt, filling her at last with its slimy length. The body of Lyanna squirmed and shook with another incredible orgasm as the creature continued to penetrate her folds, squirming yet further in.
Briefly, some part of Lyanna came back to her senses. Maybe she should never have come, she thought while the slug was halfway into her. It wiggled its way yet further in, showing no signs of stopping. Maybe she should have never come alone. What was happening to her? An Elven Archmage succumbing to the dark? The slug was now nearly fully inside her slick canal, only its rear tip outside her. She dove yet again into the throes of another orgasm. "Oh, oh Gods, yes!" She heard herself moan louder than a royal concubine. How far she had fallen. Through the haze of lust she felt her now slime-coated pussy lips close behind the thing as it finally passed its whole length into her body, somehow continuing yet further into her. Lyanna smiled in satisfaction, her eyelids drooping closed as her body was shaken by one final orgasm. She at last fully submitted to unholy pleasure, her body shaking and spasming as the Darkness overtook her. Then the spasming slowed, before the Elf grew still.
Uldroth at last felt safe enough to leave the brush. He had watched the show from a safe distance, but now that the Elven harlot had given in and passed out, he entered the clearing cautiously. The sorcerer examined the incredibly beautiful Archmage, now passed out in the grass with a pleasured smile still on her lips. Her hair and clothes were in utter disarray, a grey trail of slime leading up her legs and into her cunt. "Did it work?" He whispered to himself. Had the Dark Lord's minion done its deed?
Suddenly Uldroth jumped back as Lyanna began to stir once more. The Elf woman's fingers twitched as her eyes fluttered open, looking first to Uldroth, then down to her own body. The Archmage gained an uncharacteristically devious grin as she examined her body. "Mmmmmhh" She groaned in pleasure as her slender hands began to feel their way around her form.
"Who- who- who do you serve?" The sorcerer asked. There was a great deal of fear in his eyes, but a surprising familiarity in hers. The Elf was more busy feeling herself up, taking off the top of her gown to view and hold her own exposed breasts. "Who do you serve?!" He pressed.
'Lyanna' looked up to him. "This Elf once fought against the Darkness." She said huskily. "But then she became a whore." She slid a finger around her pussy, smiling from the sensation. "Now I have taken her, and I serve my true master, the Dark Lord." The proud servant of the light had been corrupted. The slug that had slithered into her had assumed control of her body and mind.
"Oh, this body truly feels incredible." She said, ******* every last bit of her body as if exploring it for the first time. "I can't wait to spread this blessing to everyone."
"You can spread yourself?" The sorcerer asked, still taking in the bizarre sight of an Elven Archmage practically masturbating in front of him, causing a tent in his trousers.
"Of course." She replied. "This is the Dark Lord's plan. Soon all the Elves will be puppets of him and the pleasure he brings, as Lyanna now is." She smiled at the remembrance of her mission and began to redress by pulling up her undergarments. Standing up, the Elf pulled her dress back up around her shoulders, then fetched the diadem from the ground, placing it back on her head. A brief moment of fixing her hair, and there was now no trace of the Elven mage being possessed.
"Now then." She said finally in the usual prim and proper accent of the Elves. "I must return to the palace. Unfortunately, my vision was false. There is no darkness out in these woods after all." Both her and Uldroth smirked at those words. It was clear that the creature that had crawled into Lyanna could imitate her perfectly. She then came close to Uldroth, motioning to whisper something in his ear. "All hail the Dark Lord." She whispered breathily. With that, the Archmage sauntered off, an extra sway in her step. The corruption of the Elven Kingdom had begun.
Brenna hurried down the flawless marble halls of the palace. The Archmage Lyanna had suddenly returned from her expedition into the frontier and was already in a meeting with the Queen. As a palace maid, Brenna needed to make sure that Lyanna's quarters were adequately prepared for her arrival. However, Brenna knew Lyanna would want her there, as Brenna had been "servicing" her in the night for some time now. Of course, Brenna knew that her lover's attention was not undivided towards her, but she didn't care much. She herself had the occasional sweaty romp with a fellow servant in the palace's many guest rooms and supply closets. She was part of the royal court now, and what else was the Elven royal court to do?
As Lyanna left the queen's quarters, she paused outside the doorstep to collect herself. She was very certain that the queen was not suspicious of her evil intent. Lyanna feigned a smile at mistresses walking down the corridor. As she marched back to her suite, she remembered her host's servant would be there. This Brenna would be a fine addition, but before that could happen she needed to create more slugs. With luck, she spotted a nearly empty hall way with a single solder standing guard.
The guard prepared to salute her when Lyanna immediately waved her hands in front of his face, and spoke a spell to hypnotize him. The guard was unsuspecting and instantly fell into the trance. "Come with me to this closet." Lyanna said as he followed her into and closed the door.
As the guard gawked in mindlessness, she ordered him to remove his trousers and lay down. Quickly he did so and she pulled down her robe and panties.
Looking down, he was soft as his mind was unfocused. "Gaa, useless men." Lyanna growled. "Solder! Make yourself hard!"
Instantly the guard's penis became erect. A feat that would be difficult normally but under the spell, she commanded his entire body.
She then walked over him and squatted over him. The evil entity in control of Lyanna was not as familiar with sex, nor was Lyanna herself. But it didn't take much for her to get him into her. She wasn't fond of men, but had to admit that this felt great. The guard wasn't big but she could feel every juicy bit of his thick cock inside her. She took some time shuffling, and inadvertently moaned in pleasure. There was no way she was giving up this body.
Soon her body built up that familiar urge of release. Feeling her power of this man, she looked down on him. "That's it you pitiful excuse for an elf. You are going to cum for me." She moaned. Without a second more, she felt him release his seed into her womb triggering her own orgasm. That immediately let the essence of the slug feed on the incoming sperm and reproduce itself.
"Huh uh, what happened..." The guard hazily said as the orgasm broke him out of the trance. He opened and closed his eyes as if he were dreaming. He looked down to see the maiden sitting on him. "Archmage Lyanna!" He recognized her. "What's going on...why" As plain as day, he could see her pussy wrapped around his cock.
"did you hypnotize me?" She smiled while still concentrating on movement in her womb. "That is forbidden within these walls! We must inform the high guard!" That was until Lyanna rested her finger on his lips. "Shhh, it will be fine"
The guard was confused, until Lyanna put his hand upon her belly. "You helped me create these beautiful..." She quietly gloated, which is when the guard started to panic. "You are not Lyanna!"
Lyanna whispered a spell which locked in the guard's hands onto the floor preventing him to move. "No. But it won't matter soon anyway." She laughed as she stretched, her belly distending slightly visibly moving on it's own as if it had creatures in there waiting to get out. The guard was really starting to panic as he realized he was still connected to her.
Inside her womb, one of the new slugs became mature and pushed her cervix open and into her vagina. There is found the penis waiting. Quickly, it pushed into her urethra funneling itself in. It was small enough to nicely fit inside. The guard started to cry out, which no one will hear him.
Under his armor, the guard could feel the slug pushing aside his organs on it's way towards his chest and up his neck. Lyanna could then see the bulge in his neck, she smiled brightly as it disappeared into his skull. Lyanna could actually hear a soft crunch. The guard whimpered again before his expression went dull and motionless. His body also going limp, blood starting to drip from his nose.
Lyanna watched with intent as eventually the eyes started to move, breath gasping again. She could see his eyes slightly blacker. She knew male hosts were good for breeding but since the route for possession was consuming parts of the brain, they would not function for high level interactions.
The "guard" looked at Lyanna and smiled. "Mother" he said. Lyanna stroked his cheek. "Yes" Before she felt something she wasn't expecting, his erection coming right back up and immediately ejaculating more into her.
Lyanna's eyes wided while her cheeks blushed. "Oh!" Her hips inadvertently thrusted to take in more of his seed. "My! Someone has gotten ahead of himself" She chucked while ensuring that her womb swallowed everything it could. She stood up as no a single drop escaped her vagina. She looked down at him.
"Now be a good boy, get dressed and return to your post. We wouldn't want anyone to figure anything out, would we?" The 'guard' shook his head and grinned. "Keep on making more of that juicy sperm, i believe we're going to need it" Lyanna kept her panties off and shuffled her robe back on to hide her nudity and her bulging belly.
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Arriving at the tower quarters, Brenna stepped through the heavy oak door. She first lit the various torches around the chamber, then took a look at what was to be cleaned. Across the room were strewn many books and tomes and scrolls. The Archmage had taken a keen interest in studying more novel forms of magic before leaving. She likely wished those to remain. Brenna settled on cleaning the various open spaces on tables and bookcases. The maid stopped to examine herself in a mirror whilst wiping it with a rag.
It was known even to Brenna herself that she was amongst the most beautiful of the servants at the palace, something that the Queen had been sure to use to her advantage during diplomatic visits. The various human nobility that visited were often so enraptured with the long auburn hair and piercing green eyes of the servant that they were much more amenable to any suggestions on policy from the Queen. Of course, Brenna had more interest in the soft touch and honeyed words of Lyanna than the sweaty humans who eyed the breasts beneath her short maid's dress with obvious intent.
Brenna's self-admiration was suddenly stopped when the heavy oak door swung open behind her. Entering the room was none other than Archmage Lyanna. "Mistress!" Brenna said in surprise. "Back so soon? I thought you had an audience with the Queen." Lyanna looked at her servant with questioning eyes for the briefest moment, as if searching her memory for the servant girl that stood before her. Then they returned to their usual familiarity, mixed with an unexplainable glint of deviousness. "Ah, Brenna." She said. "Yes, the Queen was busy with other things." She closed the door behind her and continued inside, setting down a bag near her soft bed. "Tell me, are any other servants around, or is it just you here tonight?"
Brenna smirked, guessing at what the Archmage was really asking. "I received the privilege of attending to you... personally." She said, slowly walking towards Lyanna. "Tell me, what did you find out in the wilderness?"
Lyanna's familiar smile gained more of a devious look. "I'll show you..." She said. Reaching up to her shoulders, she took hold of her gown and began to pull at its sides, she quickly stripped in front of her maid, becoming stark naked within moments. Her tan skin still slightly glistened with sweat from her journey. "...But you need to attend to your duties first." She turned around to the door, waving her hands and casting a spell. Brenna saw the familiar sight of a barrier appearing around the door. With this, the other courtiers of the castle need not hear the Elves' pleasured moans.
Blissfully unaware of what Lyanna really meant, Brenna happily took her mistress's hand and led her to bed. Sitting down at its edge, Lyanna took off her diadem and threw it to the side of the bed. She then spread her legs wide open, baring her pussy to the open air, and watched as her maid untied her own dress and immediately took it off. Brenna's considerable bust filled her view. Now naked as well, the Elven maid brushed her brown hair behind her pointy ears and got on her knees. The Archmage smiled and took a heavy breath as Brenna set to work teasing her labial folds with her tongue. "Mmm, yes, that's it." She whispered. A jolt of sexual energy surged through her new body as the maid found her clit. Quickly growing impatient, though, Lyanna reached behind Brenna's head. Brenna felt her mistress's hand grab the back of her head and push her forward, until the lips of her mouth touched the lips of Lyanna's vagina.
"Oh shit, that's more like it!" The Archmage shouted as Brenna began to eat her out in earnest. She moaned, feeling up her own breasts, enjoying the novel sensation. Brenna was so focused on the ministrations of her tongue, she didn't notice the Elven woman's belly distend slightly as something sluglike moved around inside Lyanna's body. Instead she smiled as she heard her mistress scream in an orgasm, her head pressed together by Lyanna's thighs. She slowed her oral assault as her orgasm abated.
"Mmm... Fuck, you are good." The Archmage said, her glistening breasts heaving with every breath. She parted her legs again, allowing her maid to come up for air. A sweaty Brenna emerged, wiping Lyanna's juices from her mouth. She didn't have much time to examine the fact that it was strangely greyish before Lyanna reached down and grabbed her, pulling her forward into an embrace. The Elven mage drove her tongue into Brenna's mouth. "Mmph, So that's what I taste like."
"You're much more... passionate than usual mistress." Brenna said as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Lyanna. She fondled Lyanna's breasts, feeling the Archmage grab her round ass in each hand. "Did you miss me?"
The female wizard bit her lip and giggled in a most uncharacteristic manner, her eyes wandering up and down Brenna's body. "I am different." She said. "I think it's time I show you what I found." Lyanna then grabbed Brenna by the shoulders and threw her down onto the bed, climbing back onto her lover's pelvis. Now the tables were turned, and the Elven mage was now poised for action. Lyanna smiled and looked down at her own stomach, willing a new creature descend at last. "You shall have his blessing." In the dim torchlight, Brenna gazed at her lover's belly and saw something that made her bright green eyes go wide. "By the gods!" She whispered. Something was moving inside her!
"No." Lyanna said. She chanted and cast a quick spell. Brenna's arms were thrown back above her head, bound by shackles of magical light. A similar light covered her mouth, silencing her cries. "There is only one god. And we are his servants." She moaned as a new grey slug began to emerge from her cunt, probing out into the open air with its slimy head. Lyanna had become a futanari, much to the horror of her bound maid beneath her. "This magical Elven whore did not understand either. I had to slide inside her body and assume control. Now I will conquer this land in her body, and praise the Dark Lord in her voice!"
The new slug slid further out of Lyanna's stolen body, dribbling slime onto Brenna's tan belly. A mixture of fear and strange arousal filled the maid's eyes. "...But I cannot take this castle just inside this mage." Lyanna whispered. She brushed a wayward strand of golden hair out of her face behind a pointy ear and backed up, so her would-be tentacle dick sat below Brenna's pussy. "I need your help. Or rather, the use of your body..." The slug's head suddenly pointed towards its target, and sensed what to do. It dove in, pushing the folds of Brenna's firm pussy apart before disappearing. This followed by a number of more slugs that Lyanna had been hiding in her womb jumped from her pussy to Brenna's gaping hole.
Both Lyanna and Brenna's eyes went cross with an orgasm. Lyanna, from the pleasure of feeling the slug rush out of her. Brenna, from the pleasure of the slug diving into her wet pussy. The bound servant girl practically screamed beneath her magical gag as she experienced the same incredible sensation as Lyanna had a few days earlier out in the woods. The same result would occur as well.
When the Archmage finally came down from the pleasure, she looked down at Brenna and viewed a repeat of her own possession from an outside perspective. She watched with an uncontained evil glee her slimy grey spawn pushed its way inside the Elf's slick pussy, who was helpless to her own pleasure. The corruption of these perfect little Elves brought her so much pleasure. "That's it." Lyanna whispered. "Her body is yours." Brenna came again as the pulsing slug completely slid into her. Her body began to shake as the darkness began to seize control, much to Lyanna's satisfaction. She **** an Elven song from her host body's memories and idly felt up Brenna's tits as her servant's green eyes rolled back in their sockets. Soon the fight was over as the servant girl lasted an even shorter time than the Archmage had. Brenna grew still for a few moments before stirring once more.
Lyanna waved her hand, dispelling the magical bonds holding Brenna. "How do you feel?"
The maid's green eyes flickered open, as though waking up from a slumber. She raised her head from the bedsheets, looking down, first to her own body, then to the nude Archmage still straddling her. "You've placed me in an amazing host." 'Brenna' said with a mischievous smile. She groped her own breasts with her slender hands. "I can... make use of this body."
"I believe I can too." 'Lyanna' smiled, embracing her new sister in a passionate kiss. Brenna eagerly accepted, making out with the woman who had allowed her to be possessed. "Mmmmph fuck... It feels so good to turn an Elf into a slut for the Dark Lord!" She exclaimed. "I already can't wait to stick our kind into the cunt of their Queen."
"Patience." Lyanna said, placing a dainty finger on Brenna's lips. "That bitch will be screaming the Dark Lord's name in time. Until then, we must strengthen our numbers."
"Yes." Brenna whispered as she sat up in bed. Her auburn hair cascaded down onto her breasts. She enjoyed the new sensations inside a host body, becoming aroused at the thought of spreading more servants of their master into the bodies of these pompous creatures. "I can use my host's position in the staff to our advantage. Oh, this will be fun."
"Certainly." The Archmage said. "But let's not forget the main advantage we have. That is to say, advantages..." The once-noble wizard casually grabbed her own breasts. "Lyanna's memories tell me that with no perceived threat from our master, these fools have nothing better to do all day but sneak around and fuck each other."
"Ohh, yes." Brenna replied. "This one has many memories of that. Many hot memories." She idly stroked her pussy at the blissful remembrance, which still was coated with slime from her possessor's entry. Her mistress grabbed her by the head and brought her in for another passionate kiss. The two possessed Elves fell back into each other's arms.
A few hours later, the heavy door to the Archmage's quarters finally opened and Brenna stepped out into the hallway. Lyanna followed her to the doorway, still bare naked. Her long golden hair was now undone around her shoulders.
"I'll go back to my quarters then... mistress." The servant said. "I can't wait to show the others what you found."
"See that you do." Lyanna said, sharing Brenna's devious grin. "But keep up appearances." With that, the sexy mage turned and went back into her quarters. Brenna caught one last glimpse of her ass before the door slammed shut. The servant girl then smoothed out her dress, fixed her hair, and set off down the marble hall. Yes, this was certainly going to be fun.
Brenna gazed down at the sleeping form of Ariadne below her. The head cook of the palace looked peaceful in the stillness of the night, pretty even. The Elves truly were a beautiful race. That's why corrupting them was so much fun.
The young servant girl had snuck into Ariadne's room in the dead of night. Though the guards to the head servants' quarters were meant to keep out any unauthorized personnel, at this time of night they were laxer. Besides, with an innocent smile and a few honeyed words, they let her pass. Now she stood at the head chef's bedside, barefoot as to not wake her. It was less fun this way, but it would be much easier to have her asleep until it was too late.
Lifting her short dress up and over her shoulders, Brenna looked down to her nethers. She had been wet with excitement for this all day. She felt a now familiar sensation as something traveled down her body. A quiet moan escaped from her lips as the head of a grey slug slowly probed its way out of her pussy. She smirked, admiring its slick, slimy form. This is what she, or rather the thing controlling her, really looked like. The auburn hair and perky breasts of this Elven maid were just a particularly convincing disguise, and now 'Brenna' sought out the head chef for another.
"Wake up, chef." Brenna now said in an uncharacteristically commanding voice. "I have something for you to taste."
"Uhhh..." Ariadne stirred, looking up at the nude servant girl. "Brenna? Wha..." Her eyes trailed down to the space between Brenna's legs, now filled with the creature. She opened her mouth to scream, but that was all the chance Brenna needed. She grabbed the back of Ariadne's head and pushed it upon her pelvis. Ariadne's would-be scream was silenced by a grey slug thrust into her mouth. Brenna smiled at the pleasant turn of events. Her host body had many memories of being in Ariadne's position, made all the better by recently having to be put to work swabbing the floors of the kitchen on the orders of this stern cook. Permitting herself to enjoy the situation no longer, she willed the slug to leave her body. Ariadne choked on the creature quickly worming its way down her gullet, finally breaking free of Brenna's grip too late. The possessed servant girl sighed as she viewed the chef's throat distend as it traveled deeper into her body. Ariadne's choking turned into spasming, her eyelids fluttering as she began to lose control of her own mind. Then she grew still, and within moments it was all over.
Brenna sighed in disappointment as she wiped a trail of grey slime from Ariadne's lips. Of all her recent converts, this was the least entertaining. She had successfully converted most of her host's closest contacts. Juranon, her host's oldest friend, had received a slug when Brenna had lured him away to the wine cellar to discuss a recently learned secret, and Serra, a relatively new girl from a country estate who Brenna had been fucking on the side for months, had been shocked to discover something other than her lover's tongue sliding into her pussy during a midnight tryst. But the 'Archmage Lyanna' had tasked her with bringing in the head chef into their slowly growing cult in the least risky way possible. Her attention was brought back to the slowly awakening form of Ariadne, now feeling the points of her ears.
"How do you like your new form?" Brenna asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Ariadne smiled as she threw off her bedsheets, looking down at her own body. Though it was covered up by a nightgown, Ariadne's memories showed that it was certainly good looking. "Thank you, 'Brenna', for sharing this gift with me." She said in Ariadne's typical tone. "The Dark Lord is great."
"Perhaps you can thank me in a different way." The still naked Brenna said, climbing on top of Ariadne. "I deserve some sort of reward for this." She reached for the breasts of the chef, but Ariadne stopped her.
"What do you think you're doing, peasant?!" She demanded loudly. "If you make another move I'll have you scrubbing kitchen pots for the next week straight." Brenna froze, surprised.
Ariadne's look of hostility turned into a smirk. "It's pretty easy to imitate them, isn't it?" She girlishly giggled.
Brenna breathed a sigh of relief. "For a minute there, I thought you hadn't bonded with her after all." She then breathed a sigh of pleasure as the palace chef placed her mouth on the servant's tit and began greedily sucking.
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"Thank you for having me, Archmage." Lea said. The captain of the Queen's Guard rarely left the side of Her Highness, but even she needed a night off once in a while. Nevertheless, she still wore her resplendent armor, the purest gleaming steel enchanted by the finest craftsmen in all the land, which made her somewhat poorly dressed for a dinner, which had just concluded. The only exposed part of her body was her head and its close-cropped hair. In comparison to the highly armored paladin, her host, the Archmage Lyanna, wore a rather minimalist dress that accentuated her curves exceptionally. That was somewhat typical for her, Lea thought. Even amongst the somewhat... promiscuous court of the Elves, it was known that the master of magical matters dressed less conservatively than most and enjoyed company just as much. Lea never really partook, though. Unlike most of the court, she tended to be more disciplined.
Lyanna smiled. "Anytime Lea, truly. I've been waiting to tell you about my travels. I had a most incredible experience."
"Oh?" Lea was puzzled. "I had thought you told the queen-"
"Ah, dessert is here!"
Servants arrived in the dining hall carrying the wine to wash down the food. Lea recognized the blonde girl setting a chalice of wine in front of her but struggled to recall her name. Serra, was it? She turned to look at the other woman serving Lyanna. Lea knew this one was Brenna. As she placed a goblet in front of the Archmage, she leaned far more forward than needed, giving her guests a full view of her ample cleavage. "Compliments of Chef Ariadne, my ladies." She said, looking to Lyanna. The Archmage smiled knowingly. "Thank you Brenna."
The palace guard groaned internally. Even she knew of the pair's affair. They must be even less subtle than ever at this point.
"The chef recommends the wine." Serra added. "We've been told it's a special vintage." Lea did not turn to see the server smirk at her own comment. "Very well." She replied. She took a sip immediately. The taste was quite sweet, but also strong. Good enough, she thought.
"So tell me, honorable paladin," Lyanna asked as she sipped from her own drink and brushed some hair behind an ear. The servants retired to the far edge of the room. "Is there anyone special in your life?"
"No." Lea replied curtly. "My duty to the queen comes first." She drank some more wine. She could feel its sweetness already. She couldn't see it, but behind her Serra and Brenna were making out in full view of the Archmage who did her best not to draw attention.
"Oh, that's no fun." The sorceress replied. "Don't you ever just want to bend someone over a table and just fuck them silly?"
Lea almost spat out her drink. Not just because of the boldness what the sorceress said, but also the jolt of arousal she swore she felt deep down. No, that she DID feel. She struggled to find a response. "Not nearly as much as you do, perhaps." Perhaps the wine was doing something to her already.
Lyanna chuckled. "Is that jealousy I hear from the proud knight?"
Lea almost felt like saying yes. The warmth was there now, rising up her body slowly. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "No." She said with what as almost a blush.
"How about we have some fun?" Lyanna motioned towards the servants. Brenna made her way over to the sorceress, who wordlessly embraced her in a deep kiss. Lea may have found this deeply uncomfortable minutes ago, but the sight of these two lesbian lovers was quickly making her even more horny than ever. She felt a hand grasp her shoulder plate and turned to see Serra standing beside her. The buxom blonde elf seemed much more beautiful than when she saw her only a few minutes ago.
"I would be willing to service you as well, my lady, if you wish..." She said. Without prompting, she swung her leg over Lea's lap and straddled her. "I've always wanted to be taken by a knight."
Before she could get a word in, Lea felt Serra mash her lips into her own, and in a moment felt the Elf's tongue push its way past her lips and penetrate her mouth. Immediately Lea experienced a wave of pleasure crash over her, spreading from her lips down to her damp pussy. Any reservations washed away with the wave as the proud knight moaned into the servant girl's mouth and eagerly reciprocated the kiss.
Lyanna broke from her own kiss to examine the prudish Queen's guard making out with Serra at the other end of the table. She smirked. All was going to plan. She suddenly felt Brenna press their stomachs together, and she sensed a slithering in the Elven girl's abdomen.
"Mmmhh..." Brenna moaned softly into Lyanna's ear. "Can I let him out already? All this acting has made me so horny..." The servant's belly distended unnaturally onto Lyanna's bare skin.
"Not yet." Lyanna whispered, though she felt equally ready to end the charade, such as it was by this point. For now, the two corrupted Elven women continued their passionate embrace, tongues tied in one another's mouths.
Lea felt her hands wrap around the hem of Serra's dress almost on their own. She was in such a state of passion she could scarcely think of little else than how she wanted to fuck this girl. Serra happily complied, pulling her white silk uniform up and over her head. Lea's gaze traveled up from the nude girl's smooth legs and snatch to her perky breasts, and finally her long blonde hair which covered her face. Serra brushed it aside to flash an uncharacteristically confident smile. "It is time, my lady, for YOU to service ME." She backed off of Lea's lap and sat on the table, spreading her legs wide. Lea gazed at the pussy of this supposed Elven girl and was utterly enticed. Under Serra's devious gaze, she dove straight in. She was immediately met with an even more amazing taste than before, not noticing that the maid's pussy juices she was licking up had a distinctly grey color.
As she moaned in pleasure, the creature inside Serra laughed at its accomplishment. Lea had felled many servants of the Dark Lord in battle with effortless skill. None could best her in combat, but now the knight was happily lapping up the juices of his servant and was completely oblivious and utterly helpless. "Oh yes." She breathed, feeling up her tits in each hand. She looked up to get an upside-down view of Brenna fingerblasting Lyanna. The wizard had pulled the cloth of her dress to the side to allow Brenna to access her slit, which trickled grey slime of its own. She looked down to see the sight of Serra being orally fucked and smiled.
"Having fun?" The Archmage said through pleasured sighs. She felt a warm, wet sensation touch her stomach, but now said nothing about the slug now poking out of the smirking Brenna's cunt.
"Fuck, I love being an Elf!" Serra exclaimed, rapidly approaching orgasm. She grasped the close-cropped hair of the paladin between her thighs, bringing her in even closer. The once prudish Lea, still enthusiastically going down on Serra, did not notice the creature making its way down under the maid's skin, nor did she see the thing pushing its way out of Lyanna's pussy as she came from Brenna's ministrations.
"Oh, shit... It's time!" Serra announced. She squeezed her thick thighs even tighter, giving Lea no chance to escape from what was coming. As she felt something travel down her vagina, she screamed out at the orgasm that shook her body. "RECEIVE HIS BLESSING!"
Lea was immediately surprised by the solid object emerging from the screaming Serra's slit. The maid's legs had her in a headlock, so she couldn't pull away as the slimy creature pushed into her mouth with surprising force. Before she knew it, the slick parasite was forcing its way down her gullet, and she was powerless to stop it.
Feeling the spawn fully exit her pussy, Serra released her surprisingly strong hold on Lea. The paladin fell to the marble floor with a metallic crash, the last of the slug's tentacle slurping into her mouth. Lyanna and Brenna, their own tentacles now extended out of their nethers, walked over to watch Lea grasp at her throat, the slug distending it as it traveled down into her body. Serra, still in the aftershocks of her own orgasm, sat up and looked down at her target as well. "That's it." The infected Archmage said. "Let it take your body, you Elven whore. Become a slut for the Dark Lord, like these bodies." At these words, the proud guard of the Elven Queen lost consciousness as her body shook and spasmed. Like the chef Ariadne had only a day earlier, the best defender of the Elven Kingdom grew still as the Dark Lord's servant finally wrested away control of her own body, grey goo leaking down the sides of her face.
"That... was so fucking hot." Serra breathed.
"Controlling these Elves is so much fun." Brenna added. The servant girl shoved her possessed lover back down onto the dining table. Serra squealed as her pussy was filled again from the opposite direction by Brenna's tentacle dick.
Lyanna watched on with pride at the sight of the two Elven women fucking. The thought of infecting all of the Elves and turning them into meat puppets for the Dark Lord made her very wet. Not that her pussy could have gotten any wetter of course, as there was currently a slug sticking out of it at the moment. She took her dainty hand and stroked it lovingly, licking the slime off her fingers. The Archmage Lyanna had spent decades hunting down the last traces of the Dark Lord's presence in the Elven Kingdom, and now her body was his puppet, spreading his influence hidden under the skins of the courtiers. Truly, this was his greatest plan.
As Brenna fucked Serra over the dining table and Lyanna stroked herself off, Lea arose. She sat up, her plate armor shifting with a crunch. She smiled as she looked at her hands as if for the first time, but soon frowned upon seeing the rest of her body. "Aww, this bitch isn't hot at all." She remarked with uncharacteristic profanity. "Why did you put me in her?"
The mage looked down at the paladin. Her hair was a mess and her chin was still wet with slime, which she ineptly attempted to clean up with her own tongue. "We need that 'bitch' to make sure we can get to the next step of our plan." Lyanna replied. "The Dark Lord gives us these bodies for a reason."
"He didn't give me this... thing." Lea said. "She did!" She pointed to the blonde girl being railed by the tentacled Brenna just above her. Serra opened her mouth to speak, but instead moaned loudly as her eyes went cross with another orgasm. Brenna came too, her thrusts becoming softer and slower as their copulation ceased. She wiped the sweat from her tan face and extracted her slug from Serra's cunt.
The Royal Archmage Lyanna gazed upon her confidants with satisfaction. It had taken less than a week and she had already converted a useful circle of allies. As she looked on the sultry maid Serra assisting Brenna in gently pushing a slug back into her pussy and the newly converted Queen's Guard wrapping her lips around the Archmage's tentacle dick, Lyanna knew her plan—the Dark Lord's plan—was well on its way.
Reaching the door to the Room of Communion, Uldroth stopped in front of the guards. Like most minions of the Dark Lord, they were inhuman creatures made of dark magic. However, even they had enough sense to detest the weaselly magician now demanding entrance to the Room. "Stand aside!" Uldroth meagerly shouted. The midnight black armor of the minions did not move, still as statues, and they still blocked the door with their halberds.
"In the name of the Dark Lord, I command you to stand aside!" The sorcerer commanded. At the mention of their master's name, they slowly shifted away from the entryway. Muttering to himself about the blasted fiends, Uldroth pressed on through the door.
Inside the Room of Communion stood only a basin and a jug. The sorcerer took the jug in his pale hands and slowly tipped it into the basin. He watched and chanted in a fell language as the black ooze flowed forth, filling the basin with dark oil. Upon filling the basin, Uldroth chanted again in another spell, and watched as a bright red light came from within the liquid. Flames danced within, and a dark shape came from the other side. The magic mirror was finished, and its spell now linked Uldroth to his lord.
"My Lord! You summon me at last!" He squeaked out.
"YES." Came a booming voice from the other side. "I HAVE RETURNED WITH A NEW PLAN. A PLAN TO DOOM THIS WORLD ONCE AND FOR ALL TIME."
Uldroth smiled at this. "What of the Elves, lord? Surely they will offer resistance?"
"IF YOU CARRY OUT MY INSTRUCTIONS, FAITHFUL SERVANT, AND DELIVER MY NEWEST MINION, THE ELVES SHALL BOW BEFORE US."
Slowly, the Dark Lord's shadow moved its arm, and reached out. Uldroth's eyes widened as something squirming began to emerge from the Basin of Communion.
"NOW THEN, LISTEN CLOSELY..."
Lyanna lifted the branch and peered into the clearing. The Archmage had been deep in study of various magics when she had received a strange vision. Dark clouds gathered in the wilderness, and it could only be the influence of the defeated one, the one who called himself the Dark Lord. She cursed as her finger was pricked by the bush she was next to. She hated being out here in the woods, amongst all the peasants and beasts. She much preferred her tower in the Palace, where there were nice, fluffy beds, and attractive servant boys to warm them. But being the Archmage meant stamping out evil wherever it may be found, and so she found herself on a two days' ride from the capital, out in the fucking woods. She cast a spell of healing, watching as the golden light wrapped around her finger, closing her wound. She then stepped through the bramble and into the clearing.
The Elven Archmage, like most Elves, was the picture of beauty. Her golden hair, topped by a diadem, was wrapped in a bun, with the rest hanging off the sides of her head. Her perfectly tan skin was only partially covered by a flowing white gown, which showed off her voluptuous breasts and shapely ass, not to mention plenty of leg. This was intentional, of course. Lyanna may have been the Archmage, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy the attention, or company, of the more-than occasional courtier.
Walking into the center of the clearing, Lyanna came to her objective: the ruins. The Dark Lord had once been defeated here in what had been an obsidian tower, and if he was gathering strength once more, she needed to defeat it before it could be given form. If anything got in her way, they would be surprised that the Elven woman wearing only a dress and sandals carried powerful magics indeed.
Lyanna came to a basin at the center of the dark purple ruins, finding a basin at the center. "A Basin of Communion?" She whispered. She knew that the Dark Lord used this to speak with his many servants, but she had never found and intact one. Peering inside, she saw a black, oily substance inside. This must be the source of the darkness she had envisioned. The air around here seemed heavier, warmer somehow despite the spring heat. Motioning towards the basin, the side of her dainty hand brushed against its cool surface.
Instantly, the Elf found herself unable to move her hand. "Shit!" She exclaimed as dark vines wrapped themselves around her lower arm, binding it to the vessel, whose liquid began to boil. A pinkish gas issued forth and swirled around her. Her pointy ears heard rustling and laughter come from the brush outside as it began to stir. She waved her other hand around the bramble binding her, attempting to cast a spell and undo her bonds, but another vine leapt forth from what she thought was the stone basin, ensnaring it as well. Yet another vine wrapped itself around her feet, quickly tying her legs together. "No, no, no!" She said. The air seemed to get heavier, and a sweet smell started to fill Lyanna's nostrils, making her feel a little funny; the kind of sensation she only felt before she summoned a comely bath maid. Her loins became warm at the thought of it. Yes, those girls certainly knew how to service her in more ways than one. Wait, why was she thinking about that? "What... is this?" The Elf's head shook in an attempt to regain focus, but lust clouded her mind increasingly. If her hands weren't bound, the sweet air that passed through her lungs would have made them explore her increasingly moist nethers. Her struggle became less about escaping, and more about freeing herself so she could masturbate right there in the clearing. The people who trapped her here and the nature of the now glowing basin went to the back of her mind. She could think of little else now other than remembering how good it felt to be filled by nice, warm, throbbing cock. Gods, she needed a cock right now.
The basin's oil began to stir, and Lyanna gasped as she glimpsed something impossibly emerging from it. A dark tentacle, covered in its slimy oil, slithered up and out. It was a grey slug no longer than her hand with a slick, almost wormlike appearance. As it fully emerged however, and clearly started slithering towards her, Lyanna felt no fear at all. No, that fear had been replaced by a pure arousal. "Oh, yes!" She panted. Five minutes ago, the Archmage would have blasted the wretched thing to smithereens with her sorcery. But now that same Elven beauty was so incredibly horny, she didn't care. She smiled as she saw this slug reach the edge of the basin and fall over the edge, plopping down into the grass at her feet. As the slimy creature climbed over her sandals and grazed her bare feet, a chill went up her toned leg, sparking a pang of arousal in her womanhood. Lyanna moaned involuntarily. Now she knew exactly what she needed.
The slug seemed to know it too. It began its journey upward, sticking itself to the side of her leg, leaving a trail of unholy greyish slime in its wake. The Elf was enraptured by its warmth, loving the feel of this undoubtedly evil creature as it caressed her skin on its way up her shins and past her knee. "Yes. Yes. Yes!" She whispered as it climbed up past her gown. Though she could no longer admire its vile beauty, she moaned at the tingling sensation of the creature reaching her supple thighs. Fortunately for the slug, Lyanna's travel undergarments were loose, and ended on her upper thighs. The Archmage moaned again in delight as she felt it worm its way under the expensive Elven silk and penetrate the underside of her clothing. Now nothing stood between the slug and its destination: Lyanna's now drenched pussy. She was the horniest she had ever been, at the absolute peak of desire. But she had yet to experience any release. That was soon to come.
The mage's bonds suddenly loosened, and she fell over in surprise. Her golden diadem fell off her head as she landed squarely on her back, the points of her ears touching the green blades. Rather than scramble to get up and get away, the proud Archmage of the Elven Kingdom instead yanked down her undergarments, pulling up her gown to get a good look at what she was now practically ready to beg for. "Gods, please!" She whispered. She got her wish.
No sooner had the slug been exposed to the light of day once more than had it chosen to finish its journey. "FuuUUUUCK!" Lyanna squealed in delight as the creature grazed her outer pussy lips, then moaned in supreme ******* as it immediately dove between her lower lips. Her bright blue eyes rolled back in her head and she fell back into the grass, her mind exploding in the most earth-shattering orgasm she had ever experienced. All the cocks in the world could not have given her as much pleasure as the unholy creature which defiled her cunt, filling her at last with its slimy length. The body of Lyanna squirmed and shook with another incredible orgasm as the creature continued to penetrate her folds, squirming yet further in.
Briefly, some part of Lyanna came back to her senses. Maybe she should never have come, she thought while the slug was halfway into her. It wiggled its way yet further in, showing no signs of stopping. Maybe she should have never come alone. What was happening to her? An Elven Archmage succumbing to the dark? The slug was now nearly fully inside her slick canal, only its rear tip outside her. She dove yet again into the throes of another orgasm. "Oh, oh Gods, yes!" She heard herself moan louder than a royal concubine. How far she had fallen. Through the haze of lust she felt her now slime-coated pussy lips close behind the thing as it finally passed its whole length into her body, somehow continuing yet further into her. Lyanna smiled in satisfaction, her eyelids drooping closed as her body was shaken by one final orgasm. She at last fully submitted to unholy pleasure, her body shaking and spasming as the Darkness overtook her. Then the spasming slowed, before the Elf grew still.
Uldroth at last felt safe enough to leave the brush. He had watched the show from a safe distance, but now that the Elven harlot had given in and passed out, he entered the clearing cautiously. The sorcerer examined the incredibly beautiful Archmage, now passed out in the grass with a pleasured smile still on her lips. Her hair and clothes were in utter disarray, a grey trail of slime leading up her legs and into her cunt. "Did it work?" He whispered to himself. Had the Dark Lord's minion done its deed?
Suddenly Uldroth jumped back as Lyanna began to stir once more. The Elf woman's fingers twitched as her eyes fluttered open, looking first to Uldroth, then down to her own body. The Archmage gained an uncharacteristically devious grin as she examined her body. "Mmmmmhh" She groaned in pleasure as her slender hands began to feel their way around her form.
"Who- who- who do you serve?" The sorcerer asked. There was a great deal of fear in his eyes, but a surprising familiarity in hers. The Elf was more busy feeling herself up, taking off the top of her gown to view and hold her own exposed breasts. "Who do you serve?!" He pressed.
'Lyanna' looked up to him. "This Elf once fought against the Darkness." She said huskily. "But then she became a whore." She slid a finger around her pussy, smiling from the sensation. "Now I have taken her, and I serve my true master, the Dark Lord." The proud servant of the light had been corrupted. The slug that had slithered into her had assumed control of her body and mind.
"Oh, this body truly feels incredible." She said, ******* every last bit of her body as if exploring it for the first time. "I can't wait to spread this blessing to everyone."
"You can spread yourself?" The sorcerer asked, still taking in the bizarre sight of an Elven Archmage practically masturbating in front of him, causing a tent in his trousers.
"Of course." She replied. "This is the Dark Lord's plan. Soon all the Elves will be puppets of him and the pleasure he brings, as Lyanna now is." She smiled at the remembrance of her mission and began to redress by pulling up her undergarments. Standing up, the Elf pulled her dress back up around her shoulders, then fetched the diadem from the ground, placing it back on her head. A brief moment of fixing her hair, and there was now no trace of the Elven mage being possessed.
"Now then." She said finally in the usual prim and proper accent of the Elves. "I must return to the palace. Unfortunately, my vision was false. There is no darkness out in these woods after all." Both her and Uldroth smirked at those words. It was clear that the creature that had crawled into Lyanna could imitate her perfectly. She then came close to Uldroth, motioning to whisper something in his ear. "All hail the Dark Lord." She whispered breathily. With that, the Archmage sauntered off, an extra sway in her step. The corruption of the Elven Kingdom had begun.
Brenna hurried down the flawless marble halls of the palace. The Archmage Lyanna had suddenly returned from her expedition into the frontier and was already in a meeting with the Queen. As a palace maid, Brenna needed to make sure that Lyanna's quarters were adequately prepared for her arrival. However, Brenna knew Lyanna would want her there, as Brenna had been "servicing" her in the night for some time now. Of course, Brenna knew that her lover's attention was not undivided towards her, but she didn't care much. She herself had the occasional sweaty romp with a fellow servant in the palace's many guest rooms and supply closets. She was part of the royal court now, and what else was the Elven royal court to do?
As Lyanna left the queen's quarters, she paused outside the doorstep to collect herself. She was very certain that the queen was not suspicious of her evil intent. Lyanna feigned a smile at mistresses walking down the corridor. As she marched back to her suite, she remembered her host's servant would be there. This Brenna would be a fine addition, but before that could happen she needed to create more slugs. With luck, she spotted a nearly empty hall way with a single solder standing guard.
The guard prepared to salute her when Lyanna immediately waved her hands in front of his face, and spoke a spell to hypnotize him. The guard was unsuspecting and instantly fell into the trance. "Come with me to this closet." Lyanna said as he followed her into and closed the door.
As the guard gawked in mindlessness, she ordered him to remove his trousers and lay down. Quickly he did so and she pulled down her robe and panties.
Looking down, he was soft as his mind was unfocused. "Gaa, useless men." Lyanna growled. "Solder! Make yourself hard!"
Instantly the guard's penis became erect. A feat that would be difficult normally but under the spell, she commanded his entire body.
She then walked over him and squatted over him. The evil entity in control of Lyanna was not as familiar with sex, nor was Lyanna herself. But it didn't take much for her to get him into her. She wasn't fond of men, but had to admit that this felt great. The guard wasn't big but she could feel every juicy bit of his thick cock inside her. She took some time shuffling, and inadvertently moaned in pleasure. There was no way she was giving up this body.
Soon her body built up that familiar urge of release. Feeling her power of this man, she looked down on him. "That's it you pitiful excuse for an elf. You are going to cum for me." She moaned. Without a second more, she felt him release his seed into her womb triggering her own orgasm. That immediately let the essence of the slug feed on the incoming sperm and reproduce itself.
"Huh uh, what happened..." The guard hazily said as the orgasm broke him out of the trance. He opened and closed his eyes as if he were dreaming. He looked down to see the maiden sitting on him. "Archmage Lyanna!" He recognized her. "What's going on...why" As plain as day, he could see her pussy wrapped around his cock.
"did you hypnotize me?" She smiled while still concentrating on movement in her womb. "That is forbidden within these walls! We must inform the high guard!" That was until Lyanna rested her finger on his lips. "Shhh, it will be fine"
The guard was confused, until Lyanna put his hand upon her belly. "You helped me create these beautiful..." She quietly gloated, which is when the guard started to panic. "You are not Lyanna!"
Lyanna whispered a spell which locked in the guard's hands onto the floor preventing him to move. "No. But it won't matter soon anyway." She laughed as she stretched, her belly distending slightly visibly moving on it's own as if it had creatures in there waiting to get out. The guard was really starting to panic as he realized he was still connected to her.
Inside her womb, one of the new slugs became mature and pushed her cervix open and into her vagina. There is found the penis waiting. Quickly, it pushed into her urethra funneling itself in. It was small enough to nicely fit inside. The guard started to cry out, which no one will hear him.
Under his armor, the guard could feel the slug pushing aside his organs on it's way towards his chest and up his neck. Lyanna could then see the bulge in his neck, she smiled brightly as it disappeared into his skull. Lyanna could actually hear a soft crunch. The guard whimpered again before his expression went dull and motionless. His body also going limp, blood starting to drip from his nose.
Lyanna watched with intent as eventually the eyes started to move, breath gasping again. She could see his eyes slightly blacker. She knew male hosts were good for breeding but since the route for possession was consuming parts of the brain, they would not function for high level interactions.
The "guard" looked at Lyanna and smiled. "Mother" he said. Lyanna stroked his cheek. "Yes" Before she felt something she wasn't expecting, his erection coming right back up and immediately ejaculating more into her.
Lyanna's eyes wided while her cheeks blushed. "Oh!" Her hips inadvertently thrusted to take in more of his seed. "My! Someone has gotten ahead of himself" She chucked while ensuring that her womb swallowed everything it could. She stood up as no a single drop escaped her vagina. She looked down at him.
"Now be a good boy, get dressed and return to your post. We wouldn't want anyone to figure anything out, would we?" The 'guard' shook his head and grinned. "Keep on making more of that juicy sperm, i believe we're going to need it" Lyanna kept her panties off and shuffled her robe back on to hide her nudity and her bulging belly.
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Arriving at the tower quarters, Brenna stepped through the heavy oak door. She first lit the various torches around the chamber, then took a look at what was to be cleaned. Across the room were strewn many books and tomes and scrolls. The Archmage had taken a keen interest in studying more novel forms of magic before leaving. She likely wished those to remain. Brenna settled on cleaning the various open spaces on tables and bookcases. The maid stopped to examine herself in a mirror whilst wiping it with a rag.
It was known even to Brenna herself that she was amongst the most beautiful of the servants at the palace, something that the Queen had been sure to use to her advantage during diplomatic visits. The various human nobility that visited were often so enraptured with the long auburn hair and piercing green eyes of the servant that they were much more amenable to any suggestions on policy from the Queen. Of course, Brenna had more interest in the soft touch and honeyed words of Lyanna than the sweaty humans who eyed the breasts beneath her short maid's dress with obvious intent.
Brenna's self-admiration was suddenly stopped when the heavy oak door swung open behind her. Entering the room was none other than Archmage Lyanna. "Mistress!" Brenna said in surprise. "Back so soon? I thought you had an audience with the Queen." Lyanna looked at her servant with questioning eyes for the briefest moment, as if searching her memory for the servant girl that stood before her. Then they returned to their usual familiarity, mixed with an unexplainable glint of deviousness. "Ah, Brenna." She said. "Yes, the Queen was busy with other things." She closed the door behind her and continued inside, setting down a bag near her soft bed. "Tell me, are any other servants around, or is it just you here tonight?"
Brenna smirked, guessing at what the Archmage was really asking. "I received the privilege of attending to you... personally." She said, slowly walking towards Lyanna. "Tell me, what did you find out in the wilderness?"
Lyanna's familiar smile gained more of a devious look. "I'll show you..." She said. Reaching up to her shoulders, she took hold of her gown and began to pull at its sides, she quickly stripped in front of her maid, becoming stark naked within moments. Her tan skin still slightly glistened with sweat from her journey. "...But you need to attend to your duties first." She turned around to the door, waving her hands and casting a spell. Brenna saw the familiar sight of a barrier appearing around the door. With this, the other courtiers of the castle need not hear the Elves' pleasured moans.
Blissfully unaware of what Lyanna really meant, Brenna happily took her mistress's hand and led her to bed. Sitting down at its edge, Lyanna took off her diadem and threw it to the side of the bed. She then spread her legs wide open, baring her pussy to the open air, and watched as her maid untied her own dress and immediately took it off. Brenna's considerable bust filled her view. Now naked as well, the Elven maid brushed her brown hair behind her pointy ears and got on her knees. The Archmage smiled and took a heavy breath as Brenna set to work teasing her labial folds with her tongue. "Mmm, yes, that's it." She whispered. A jolt of sexual energy surged through her new body as the maid found her clit. Quickly growing impatient, though, Lyanna reached behind Brenna's head. Brenna felt her mistress's hand grab the back of her head and push her forward, until the lips of her mouth touched the lips of Lyanna's vagina.
"Oh shit, that's more like it!" The Archmage shouted as Brenna began to eat her out in earnest. She moaned, feeling up her own breasts, enjoying the novel sensation. Brenna was so focused on the ministrations of her tongue, she didn't notice the Elven woman's belly distend slightly as something sluglike moved around inside Lyanna's body. Instead she smiled as she heard her mistress scream in an orgasm, her head pressed together by Lyanna's thighs. She slowed her oral assault as her orgasm abated.
"Mmm... Fuck, you are good." The Archmage said, her glistening breasts heaving with every breath. She parted her legs again, allowing her maid to come up for air. A sweaty Brenna emerged, wiping Lyanna's juices from her mouth. She didn't have much time to examine the fact that it was strangely greyish before Lyanna reached down and grabbed her, pulling her forward into an embrace. The Elven mage drove her tongue into Brenna's mouth. "Mmph, So that's what I taste like."
"You're much more... passionate than usual mistress." Brenna said as she climbed onto the bed and straddled Lyanna. She fondled Lyanna's breasts, feeling the Archmage grab her round ass in each hand. "Did you miss me?"
The female wizard bit her lip and giggled in a most uncharacteristic manner, her eyes wandering up and down Brenna's body. "I am different." She said. "I think it's time I show you what I found." Lyanna then grabbed Brenna by the shoulders and threw her down onto the bed, climbing back onto her lover's pelvis. Now the tables were turned, and the Elven mage was now poised for action. Lyanna smiled and looked down at her own stomach, willing a new creature descend at last. "You shall have his blessing." In the dim torchlight, Brenna gazed at her lover's belly and saw something that made her bright green eyes go wide. "By the gods!" She whispered. Something was moving inside her!
"No." Lyanna said. She chanted and cast a quick spell. Brenna's arms were thrown back above her head, bound by shackles of magical light. A similar light covered her mouth, silencing her cries. "There is only one god. And we are his servants." She moaned as a new grey slug began to emerge from her cunt, probing out into the open air with its slimy head. Lyanna had become a futanari, much to the horror of her bound maid beneath her. "This magical Elven whore did not understand either. I had to slide inside her body and assume control. Now I will conquer this land in her body, and praise the Dark Lord in her voice!"
The new slug slid further out of Lyanna's stolen body, dribbling slime onto Brenna's tan belly. A mixture of fear and strange arousal filled the maid's eyes. "...But I cannot take this castle just inside this mage." Lyanna whispered. She brushed a wayward strand of golden hair out of her face behind a pointy ear and backed up, so her would-be tentacle dick sat below Brenna's pussy. "I need your help. Or rather, the use of your body..." The slug's head suddenly pointed towards its target, and sensed what to do. It dove in, pushing the folds of Brenna's firm pussy apart before disappearing. This followed by a number of more slugs that Lyanna had been hiding in her womb jumped from her pussy to Brenna's gaping hole.
Both Lyanna and Brenna's eyes went cross with an orgasm. Lyanna, from the pleasure of feeling the slug rush out of her. Brenna, from the pleasure of the slug diving into her wet pussy. The bound servant girl practically screamed beneath her magical gag as she experienced the same incredible sensation as Lyanna had a few days earlier out in the woods. The same result would occur as well.
When the Archmage finally came down from the pleasure, she looked down at Brenna and viewed a repeat of her own possession from an outside perspective. She watched with an uncontained evil glee her slimy grey spawn pushed its way inside the Elf's slick pussy, who was helpless to her own pleasure. The corruption of these perfect little Elves brought her so much pleasure. "That's it." Lyanna whispered. "Her body is yours." Brenna came again as the pulsing slug completely slid into her. Her body began to shake as the darkness began to seize control, much to Lyanna's satisfaction. She **** an Elven song from her host body's memories and idly felt up Brenna's tits as her servant's green eyes rolled back in their sockets. Soon the fight was over as the servant girl lasted an even shorter time than the Archmage had. Brenna grew still for a few moments before stirring once more.
Lyanna waved her hand, dispelling the magical bonds holding Brenna. "How do you feel?"
The maid's green eyes flickered open, as though waking up from a slumber. She raised her head from the bedsheets, looking down, first to her own body, then to the nude Archmage still straddling her. "You've placed me in an amazing host." 'Brenna' said with a mischievous smile. She groped her own breasts with her slender hands. "I can... make use of this body."
"I believe I can too." 'Lyanna' smiled, embracing her new sister in a passionate kiss. Brenna eagerly accepted, making out with the woman who had allowed her to be possessed. "Mmmmph fuck... It feels so good to turn an Elf into a slut for the Dark Lord!" She exclaimed. "I already can't wait to stick our kind into the cunt of their Queen."
"Patience." Lyanna said, placing a dainty finger on Brenna's lips. "That bitch will be screaming the Dark Lord's name in time. Until then, we must strengthen our numbers."
"Yes." Brenna whispered as she sat up in bed. Her auburn hair cascaded down onto her breasts. She enjoyed the new sensations inside a host body, becoming aroused at the thought of spreading more servants of their master into the bodies of these pompous creatures. "I can use my host's position in the staff to our advantage. Oh, this will be fun."
"Certainly." The Archmage said. "But let's not forget the main advantage we have. That is to say, advantages..." The once-noble wizard casually grabbed her own breasts. "Lyanna's memories tell me that with no perceived threat from our master, these fools have nothing better to do all day but sneak around and fuck each other."
"Ohh, yes." Brenna replied. "This one has many memories of that. Many hot memories." She idly stroked her pussy at the blissful remembrance, which still was coated with slime from her possessor's entry. Her mistress grabbed her by the head and brought her in for another passionate kiss. The two possessed Elves fell back into each other's arms.
A few hours later, the heavy door to the Archmage's quarters finally opened and Brenna stepped out into the hallway. Lyanna followed her to the doorway, still bare naked. Her long golden hair was now undone around her shoulders.
"I'll go back to my quarters then... mistress." The servant said. "I can't wait to show the others what you found."
"See that you do." Lyanna said, sharing Brenna's devious grin. "But keep up appearances." With that, the sexy mage turned and went back into her quarters. Brenna caught one last glimpse of her ass before the door slammed shut. The servant girl then smoothed out her dress, fixed her hair, and set off down the marble hall. Yes, this was certainly going to be fun.
Brenna gazed down at the sleeping form of Ariadne below her. The head cook of the palace looked peaceful in the stillness of the night, pretty even. The Elves truly were a beautiful race. That's why corrupting them was so much fun.
The young servant girl had snuck into Ariadne's room in the dead of night. Though the guards to the head servants' quarters were meant to keep out any unauthorized personnel, at this time of night they were laxer. Besides, with an innocent smile and a few honeyed words, they let her pass. Now she stood at the head chef's bedside, barefoot as to not wake her. It was less fun this way, but it would be much easier to have her asleep until it was too late.
Lifting her short dress up and over her shoulders, Brenna looked down to her nethers. She had been wet with excitement for this all day. She felt a now familiar sensation as something traveled down her body. A quiet moan escaped from her lips as the head of a grey slug slowly probed its way out of her pussy. She smirked, admiring its slick, slimy form. This is what she, or rather the thing controlling her, really looked like. The auburn hair and perky breasts of this Elven maid were just a particularly convincing disguise, and now 'Brenna' sought out the head chef for another.
"Wake up, chef." Brenna now said in an uncharacteristically commanding voice. "I have something for you to taste."
"Uhhh..." Ariadne stirred, looking up at the nude servant girl. "Brenna? Wha..." Her eyes trailed down to the space between Brenna's legs, now filled with the creature. She opened her mouth to scream, but that was all the chance Brenna needed. She grabbed the back of Ariadne's head and pushed it upon her pelvis. Ariadne's would-be scream was silenced by a grey slug thrust into her mouth. Brenna smiled at the pleasant turn of events. Her host body had many memories of being in Ariadne's position, made all the better by recently having to be put to work swabbing the floors of the kitchen on the orders of this stern cook. Permitting herself to enjoy the situation no longer, she willed the slug to leave her body. Ariadne choked on the creature quickly worming its way down her gullet, finally breaking free of Brenna's grip too late. The possessed servant girl sighed as she viewed the chef's throat distend as it traveled deeper into her body. Ariadne's choking turned into spasming, her eyelids fluttering as she began to lose control of her own mind. Then she grew still, and within moments it was all over.
Brenna sighed in disappointment as she wiped a trail of grey slime from Ariadne's lips. Of all her recent converts, this was the least entertaining. She had successfully converted most of her host's closest contacts. Juranon, her host's oldest friend, had received a slug when Brenna had lured him away to the wine cellar to discuss a recently learned secret, and Serra, a relatively new girl from a country estate who Brenna had been fucking on the side for months, had been shocked to discover something other than her lover's tongue sliding into her pussy during a midnight tryst. But the 'Archmage Lyanna' had tasked her with bringing in the head chef into their slowly growing cult in the least risky way possible. Her attention was brought back to the slowly awakening form of Ariadne, now feeling the points of her ears.
"How do you like your new form?" Brenna asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
Ariadne smiled as she threw off her bedsheets, looking down at her own body. Though it was covered up by a nightgown, Ariadne's memories showed that it was certainly good looking. "Thank you, 'Brenna', for sharing this gift with me." She said in Ariadne's typical tone. "The Dark Lord is great."
"Perhaps you can thank me in a different way." The still naked Brenna said, climbing on top of Ariadne. "I deserve some sort of reward for this." She reached for the breasts of the chef, but Ariadne stopped her.
"What do you think you're doing, peasant?!" She demanded loudly. "If you make another move I'll have you scrubbing kitchen pots for the next week straight." Brenna froze, surprised.
Ariadne's look of hostility turned into a smirk. "It's pretty easy to imitate them, isn't it?" She girlishly giggled.
Brenna breathed a sigh of relief. "For a minute there, I thought you hadn't bonded with her after all." She then breathed a sigh of pleasure as the palace chef placed her mouth on the servant's tit and began greedily sucking.
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"Thank you for having me, Archmage." Lea said. The captain of the Queen's Guard rarely left the side of Her Highness, but even she needed a night off once in a while. Nevertheless, she still wore her resplendent armor, the purest gleaming steel enchanted by the finest craftsmen in all the land, which made her somewhat poorly dressed for a dinner, which had just concluded. The only exposed part of her body was her head and its close-cropped hair. In comparison to the highly armored paladin, her host, the Archmage Lyanna, wore a rather minimalist dress that accentuated her curves exceptionally. That was somewhat typical for her, Lea thought. Even amongst the somewhat... promiscuous court of the Elves, it was known that the master of magical matters dressed less conservatively than most and enjoyed company just as much. Lea never really partook, though. Unlike most of the court, she tended to be more disciplined.
Lyanna smiled. "Anytime Lea, truly. I've been waiting to tell you about my travels. I had a most incredible experience."
"Oh?" Lea was puzzled. "I had thought you told the queen-"
"Ah, dessert is here!"
Servants arrived in the dining hall carrying the wine to wash down the food. Lea recognized the blonde girl setting a chalice of wine in front of her but struggled to recall her name. Serra, was it? She turned to look at the other woman serving Lyanna. Lea knew this one was Brenna. As she placed a goblet in front of the Archmage, she leaned far more forward than needed, giving her guests a full view of her ample cleavage. "Compliments of Chef Ariadne, my ladies." She said, looking to Lyanna. The Archmage smiled knowingly. "Thank you Brenna."
The palace guard groaned internally. Even she knew of the pair's affair. They must be even less subtle than ever at this point.
"The chef recommends the wine." Serra added. "We've been told it's a special vintage." Lea did not turn to see the server smirk at her own comment. "Very well." She replied. She took a sip immediately. The taste was quite sweet, but also strong. Good enough, she thought.
"So tell me, honorable paladin," Lyanna asked as she sipped from her own drink and brushed some hair behind an ear. The servants retired to the far edge of the room. "Is there anyone special in your life?"
"No." Lea replied curtly. "My duty to the queen comes first." She drank some more wine. She could feel its sweetness already. She couldn't see it, but behind her Serra and Brenna were making out in full view of the Archmage who did her best not to draw attention.
"Oh, that's no fun." The sorceress replied. "Don't you ever just want to bend someone over a table and just fuck them silly?"
Lea almost spat out her drink. Not just because of the boldness what the sorceress said, but also the jolt of arousal she swore she felt deep down. No, that she DID feel. She struggled to find a response. "Not nearly as much as you do, perhaps." Perhaps the wine was doing something to her already.
Lyanna chuckled. "Is that jealousy I hear from the proud knight?"
Lea almost felt like saying yes. The warmth was there now, rising up her body slowly. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "No." She said with what as almost a blush.
"How about we have some fun?" Lyanna motioned towards the servants. Brenna made her way over to the sorceress, who wordlessly embraced her in a deep kiss. Lea may have found this deeply uncomfortable minutes ago, but the sight of these two lesbian lovers was quickly making her even more horny than ever. She felt a hand grasp her shoulder plate and turned to see Serra standing beside her. The buxom blonde elf seemed much more beautiful than when she saw her only a few minutes ago.
"I would be willing to service you as well, my lady, if you wish..." She said. Without prompting, she swung her leg over Lea's lap and straddled her. "I've always wanted to be taken by a knight."
Before she could get a word in, Lea felt Serra mash her lips into her own, and in a moment felt the Elf's tongue push its way past her lips and penetrate her mouth. Immediately Lea experienced a wave of pleasure crash over her, spreading from her lips down to her damp pussy. Any reservations washed away with the wave as the proud knight moaned into the servant girl's mouth and eagerly reciprocated the kiss.
Lyanna broke from her own kiss to examine the prudish Queen's guard making out with Serra at the other end of the table. She smirked. All was going to plan. She suddenly felt Brenna press their stomachs together, and she sensed a slithering in the Elven girl's abdomen.
"Mmmhh..." Brenna moaned softly into Lyanna's ear. "Can I let him out already? All this acting has made me so horny..." The servant's belly distended unnaturally onto Lyanna's bare skin.
"Not yet." Lyanna whispered, though she felt equally ready to end the charade, such as it was by this point. For now, the two corrupted Elven women continued their passionate embrace, tongues tied in one another's mouths.
Lea felt her hands wrap around the hem of Serra's dress almost on their own. She was in such a state of passion she could scarcely think of little else than how she wanted to fuck this girl. Serra happily complied, pulling her white silk uniform up and over her head. Lea's gaze traveled up from the nude girl's smooth legs and snatch to her perky breasts, and finally her long blonde hair which covered her face. Serra brushed it aside to flash an uncharacteristically confident smile. "It is time, my lady, for YOU to service ME." She backed off of Lea's lap and sat on the table, spreading her legs wide. Lea gazed at the pussy of this supposed Elven girl and was utterly enticed. Under Serra's devious gaze, she dove straight in. She was immediately met with an even more amazing taste than before, not noticing that the maid's pussy juices she was licking up had a distinctly grey color.
As she moaned in pleasure, the creature inside Serra laughed at its accomplishment. Lea had felled many servants of the Dark Lord in battle with effortless skill. None could best her in combat, but now the knight was happily lapping up the juices of his servant and was completely oblivious and utterly helpless. "Oh yes." She breathed, feeling up her tits in each hand. She looked up to get an upside-down view of Brenna fingerblasting Lyanna. The wizard had pulled the cloth of her dress to the side to allow Brenna to access her slit, which trickled grey slime of its own. She looked down to see the sight of Serra being orally fucked and smiled.
"Having fun?" The Archmage said through pleasured sighs. She felt a warm, wet sensation touch her stomach, but now said nothing about the slug now poking out of the smirking Brenna's cunt.
"Fuck, I love being an Elf!" Serra exclaimed, rapidly approaching orgasm. She grasped the close-cropped hair of the paladin between her thighs, bringing her in even closer. The once prudish Lea, still enthusiastically going down on Serra, did not notice the creature making its way down under the maid's skin, nor did she see the thing pushing its way out of Lyanna's pussy as she came from Brenna's ministrations.
"Oh, shit... It's time!" Serra announced. She squeezed her thick thighs even tighter, giving Lea no chance to escape from what was coming. As she felt something travel down her vagina, she screamed out at the orgasm that shook her body. "RECEIVE HIS BLESSING!"
Lea was immediately surprised by the solid object emerging from the screaming Serra's slit. The maid's legs had her in a headlock, so she couldn't pull away as the slimy creature pushed into her mouth with surprising force. Before she knew it, the slick parasite was forcing its way down her gullet, and she was powerless to stop it.
Feeling the spawn fully exit her pussy, Serra released her surprisingly strong hold on Lea. The paladin fell to the marble floor with a metallic crash, the last of the slug's tentacle slurping into her mouth. Lyanna and Brenna, their own tentacles now extended out of their nethers, walked over to watch Lea grasp at her throat, the slug distending it as it traveled down into her body. Serra, still in the aftershocks of her own orgasm, sat up and looked down at her target as well. "That's it." The infected Archmage said. "Let it take your body, you Elven whore. Become a slut for the Dark Lord, like these bodies." At these words, the proud guard of the Elven Queen lost consciousness as her body shook and spasmed. Like the chef Ariadne had only a day earlier, the best defender of the Elven Kingdom grew still as the Dark Lord's servant finally wrested away control of her own body, grey goo leaking down the sides of her face.
"That... was so fucking hot." Serra breathed.
"Controlling these Elves is so much fun." Brenna added. The servant girl shoved her possessed lover back down onto the dining table. Serra squealed as her pussy was filled again from the opposite direction by Brenna's tentacle dick.
Lyanna watched on with pride at the sight of the two Elven women fucking. The thought of infecting all of the Elves and turning them into meat puppets for the Dark Lord made her very wet. Not that her pussy could have gotten any wetter of course, as there was currently a slug sticking out of it at the moment. She took her dainty hand and stroked it lovingly, licking the slime off her fingers. The Archmage Lyanna had spent decades hunting down the last traces of the Dark Lord's presence in the Elven Kingdom, and now her body was his puppet, spreading his influence hidden under the skins of the courtiers. Truly, this was his greatest plan.
As Brenna fucked Serra over the dining table and Lyanna stroked herself off, Lea arose. She sat up, her plate armor shifting with a crunch. She smiled as she looked at her hands as if for the first time, but soon frowned upon seeing the rest of her body. "Aww, this bitch isn't hot at all." She remarked with uncharacteristic profanity. "Why did you put me in her?"
The mage looked down at the paladin. Her hair was a mess and her chin was still wet with slime, which she ineptly attempted to clean up with her own tongue. "We need that 'bitch' to make sure we can get to the next step of our plan." Lyanna replied. "The Dark Lord gives us these bodies for a reason."
"He didn't give me this... thing." Lea said. "She did!" She pointed to the blonde girl being railed by the tentacled Brenna just above her. Serra opened her mouth to speak, but instead moaned loudly as her eyes went cross with another orgasm. Brenna came too, her thrusts becoming softer and slower as their copulation ceased. She wiped the sweat from her tan face and extracted her slug from Serra's cunt.
The Royal Archmage Lyanna gazed upon her confidants with satisfaction. It had taken less than a week and she had already converted a useful circle of allies. As she looked on the sultry maid Serra assisting Brenna in gently pushing a slug back into her pussy and the newly converted Queen's Guard wrapping her lips around the Archmage's tentacle dick, Lyanna knew her plan—the Dark Lord's plan—was well on its way.
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