Darkspawn Overlord

Seranni - Cruelty 1

This was never a choice. You have been aching for release and this elf will be the perfect outlet to vent your frustrations. She is inconsequential and helpless. You can feel your heart beat faster at the sight of this naked treat, squirming helplessly against her bonds. The fear on her face magnifies as she understands the look on your face. She tries to struggle harder against the roots holding her down. But it makes no difference. A lone sylvan has roots strong enough to render even a seasoned warrior completely immobile. And this woman is no warrior. Her body is soft and tender, and is being held down by several sylvans. If they so desired, they could squeeze the life out of her in mere moments. But they have only tightened just hard enough to restrain her without actually harming her.

"I... I'm still a virgin..." She says.

"Is that supposed to make a difference?" You ask, genuinely curious about the social customs of the world.

"I was... hoping my first time would be with someone... Special."

"What is meant by special?"

"I can't quite describe it..."

"And is there somebody like that?"

"Not in my clan. All the men are rude and thoughtless. Just the other day, one of them propositioned me simply because I was old eno-AHH!"

You interrupt her story by ramming your dick into her pussy. You stare into her widened eyes, your dick lodged in her. The walls of her pussy throb around you. As she processes her shock, tears run down her cheeks.

"How could you!" She cries.

"You said you wanted someone special. I am someone special. You said so yourself. I am unique."

She does not reply.

You don't care. You pull back and ram into her again, eliciting a yelp from her.

This feels too good to stop. You want more. You begin continuously thrusting into her. She moans with each thrust.

An hour into fucking her, the look of fear on her face has almost disappeared. It has become mixed with anger and lust. Her walls squeeze around you in their own rhythm.

She coughs as the roots around her throat begin to tighten. They are choking her. This draws an interesting reaction from her, as her pussy tightens around your dick.

This only encourages you to take her harder. You slam your hands on the ground as you speed up your thrusts.

"Ah! Ah! Oh fuh! Oh! Oh!" she screams in pleasure. The roots tighten to the point of digging into her skin.

You can feel the pleasure building up within you as well. You have never experienced this before but you know something is about to happen. Instinctively, you feel a haste to reach that point. Her screams get louder with each thrust. The moment approaches.

You roar and explode into her as she lets out the loudest scream yet. Both your bodies are throbbing all over. You know you have discharged something into her. You pull out and feel some kind of thick fluid dripping out of her pussy.

She is gasping for air as the roots losen their grip. It appears the sylvans also experienced everything you experienced. In their excitement, they had almost strangled her. But no real harm appears to have been done. You look at the gasping elf and notice a faint smile on her face, though it is quickly replaced by anger.

The sylvans are pleased. They convey their desire to you. More than anything else, they desire to experience that again. As trees, they have never felt the pleasure of sex. In exchange for being allowed to feel that again, they pledge their fealty to you. You may not have control over them the way an Archdemon might. But they have willingly agreed to obey you. It is an imperfect solution, yet nothing better can be achieved at the moment.

You rise and begin to walk away from her.

"Wait, are you just going to leave me here?!" She shouts, "The sylvans aren't letting me go!"

You turn around and wonder why. The sylvans reveal their will. They are eagerly curious to experiment with this new pleasure you have shown them. What they experienced was specifically the pleasure you felt. They wish to find out if they can feel sexual pleasure of their own, without having to rely on you.

"I see." You say, "I am done with you, wench. But it appears the sylvans are not."

"W-what?!"

"They felt what I felt while I fucked you. But they wish to feel more."

"What?! N-no! Please don't leave mff!" Her words are halted as a thick root forces itself into her mouth.

You see the fear return to her face. She seems to be pleading you with her eyes.

The roots lift her into the air, and bend her until her knees touch her upper body. She is surprisingly flexible. More thick roots force themselves, one each, into her two remaining holes. They begin thrusting. Her muffled screams and tears do not move you.

"If you wish to do this, do not do so in the open." You order the sylvans, "If her clan finds her in this state, they will destroy you. Do it in secret. And above all else, keep her alive. She may still be of use to me."

In response, the roots drag her into the ground. Thick green overgrowth covers the spot where she is burried. The sylvans take care to ensure that air reaches her even while she is burried. Her screams are no longer audible unless you put your ear to the ground. Nobody will ever know that an elf is being tormented just a few inches below the soil at this very spot.

There is more work to be done. You spend the rest of the night watering more sylvans with your blood. Each new "recruit" is greeted by your sylvans and told of the unspeakable pleasure they can experience in exchange for their fealty. By morning, you expect to have the entire Wending Woods at your beck and call.