As usual, thank you so much to wolfiebynature for his help!
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Far from the ironically named ‘Dark City’, there is an estuary large enough to resemble a small sea which exits to the Fangago Ocean. In the middle of this vast body of water, circled by dark and edgy rocks, there is an island, as dark as the ambience that surrounds it. In the deepest part of this lonely island, a tower erects majestic and fearsome: The Umbra Tower. People tell terrible stories about this ‘Nameless Island’. One thing is sure, nobody wants to be there, as this is the home of the Dark Sorceress, the one who destroyed Luxas, the light city… the source of the elven culture…
“Hmmm?” A deep and sleepy manly voice murmured, just as a naked and curvaceous female body left the massive bed she was sharing with the equally nude man still laying on it. Slowly, the light of the afternoon coming from the ample window just in front made her skin glimmer, adding an interesting golden tone to her sun-kissed skin. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, revealing their yellow tone.
Awakening from her deep sleep, the woman adjusted her completely gray and long hair, which barely covered her prominent pointy ears. The light accentuated her sinuous body, shaped by a slender and toned torso, with generous tits, a narrow waist, wide round butt and shapely legs. Even her rather petite feet looked more defined than the average woman's.
Soon after, the muscular and tall man on the bed opened his light brown eyes, noticing his lover observing the furious brightness of the afternoon sun. His paler skin contrasted with hers, as well as his short blonde hair. He was attentively savoring the voluptuous figure that was just standing by the window; it was a veritable feast for his eyes.
“Already up, my angel?” He asked, a wide smile curving his mouth at the sight.
“I hope you aren’t tired, Conall…” The woman smirked back at him, glancing to his body with her intense yellow eyes. “I presume you had a good rest?”
“Yes… I did, I’m ready for a new day!” The muscular man replied, stretching his arms.
“Good… the god spoke to me; he wants to see me…” She replied, rather shortly.
Conall's careless tone quickly changed into slight concern. “Oh… well… do you think he will…”
“I don’t know yet… Hey, what are you doing?” The lady asked as she felt the large hands of the blonde grabbing her butt. “This is no time for any games-he requested my presence as soon as possible. Could you please leave my ass alone?”
“Well Meriel, how can I resist? Your ass is something to be crazy about!” Conall replied, taking his hands off her. “Sorry… I know this is serious.”
After fastening on her golden nipple clamps and chain, she proceeded to put on her hooded dress afterwards. Meriel instructed to her lover. “Get your armor on, we have stuff to do today, besides me talking to the god… Remember we have a special guest in the tower and… we have to be excellent hosts… don’t you think?” The lady added her jewelry to her body, and her most precious possession, the tiara that she always uses; crowned by a dark crystal, shiny and mysterious.
The man followed her lead: pulling his armor on. A truly dark armor, as black as the night's darkest hour, with some detailing and decorations in gold color. Being as tall as he was, the towering sight he was giving was something to be afraid of. No-one with any sense wanted to mess with the Dark Knight, for he was an agent of chaos and doom. The commander of a vast undead army, and an iron-fisted one at that. Conall McMhatha was his name, and his duty was to protect the Dark Sorceress and fulfil her wishes, to enact her will over the lands of Gaildorf and beyond.
Meriel Daren, the Dark Sorceress, walked slowly and alluringly through the thin corridor that connected her bedchambers directly to the god’s altar. The hall, while dark and shady, still had exquisite ornaments and sculptures; true masterpieces that filled the otherwise cold and vacant air.
“Stay here…” She ordered, while opening the massive doors that kept the god’s room sealed from the outside.
“As you wish, my angel…” Conall answered.
The tanned woman sighed as she entered the dark room. “I would appreciate it if, in front of the god, you called me ‘Mistress’. He’s particularly picky with how I treat people… and the image I give to others. I can't be seen as weak and disposable…”
Connall just smiled and nodded in acceptance. It was true to say he wasn’t completely fond of this mysterious god and his wishes, but at the same time he gave them the power they needed so much to take over not only Luxas –although they'd completely destroyed the city in the process- but also to conquer Gaildorf in its whole. It was the only thing he appreciated, having that raw power, the power to overcome his eternal rival… HIM.
Only thinking about him was enough to make the Knight clench his teeth in rabid hate. Why? Why did he get to have everything? Money, loving parents, everyone cheering him up, girls everywhere ready to get on their knees in worship of his body… Life was truly unfair to Conall when compared with that stain of a man...
Meriel closed the door once she was inside the chamber. The enormous room was so dark that was impossible to see anything more than a few meters away. After a couple of seconds, a deep and grand voice resonated through the darkness. “Meriel… you are here now…”
“Yes, my Lord. I’m here as you commanded…” She responded with some anxiety. “What do you need of me, oh my Supreme Lord?”
“I will give you an important mission, my dear servant… that’s the reason I brought you here… Now… if you could…” At the time these words emerged from the darkness, a blue-ish flame started to grow in the middle of the chamber, over the altar, giving a truly spectral look to the chamber. In the middle of the flame, something that resembled a face danced along with its container, mischievously looking at Meriel.
“Yes, my Lord…” The Dark Sorceress knew what the god wanted to see… her robe and hoodie dropped from her toned yet curvy figure. She was wearing nothing more than her jewelry, including the golden nipple clamps and chain on her ample tits. She walked forwards towards the flame that had requested this so many times in the past.
“Exquisite… your body… is so exquisite!” As the voice spoke, a small flame stretched from its place-almost like a tentacle. The flame rolled over the chain crossing over Meriel’s bosom, pulling at it. The sorceress gasped and blushed at the excess of liberties the god had with her. “You are so sensitive today…”
“Ah-ah… I… I-It’s because I’m always nervous when I come to see you, my Lord…” The chain was still pulled harder, stretching Meriel’s tender flesh.
“Heh heh heh… I like doing this… your body is mine to toy with… your moans are mine to hear as praise… and in exchange, I give you the power you desire to conquer these lands… To fulfill your wishes, to complete your mission… I am your Lord and Savior! I am your Master and God!”
Meriel whimpered as the fire-like tentacle pulled the chain of her breasts harder. “Ah! Y-yess, you are my Master, my God, Lord and Savior! I recognize you as my only God! Uhhh~” Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, and tattoos started to appear on her body.
“Good…” The merciless god let go of the chain, letting Meriel catch some air. “Now, we are going to talk about your mission…”
“Mission?” Meriel asked, panting.
“Yes… for you to keep this power from me, you will have to fulfill a special task that I will entrust only to you…” The god expanded his flames upwards, creating a circle that started to show images of the various kingdoms around Galidorf. “You made good work of destroying Luxas; that city was a symbol of progress, culture and peace. Now, without the elves promoting other arts, Gaildorf is now prone to chaos and despair, easy to conquer and subjugate. Every kingdom and village in this land will submit to you, Meriel.”
The god continued talking after showing images of the different kingdoms. “Without hope, no one will offer resistance, and if they do, you are powerful enough to remind them who is the absolute ruler… Mortals will learn that they need to obey, and live to serve! Luxas was a terrible influence, making them think they could achieve the level of the gods, a thing that is strictly frowned upon…”
“Yes, my Lord…” Meriel nodded.
“Although, there is something very important that I need you to do for me…” Slowly, the images turn into the face of one person…
“Who is that, my Lord?” Asked the sorceress, curious.
As the image gets clearer, a familiar face appears before the eyes of Meriel, it was none other than Ilyse… Ilyse Arvernus, the Elf Princess of Luxas. “Do you see her? This… is the princess of Luxas… I want you to bring her here to me. I want her alive and without ANY scratch… not even a single bit of dust on her skin!” The god demanded.
Meriel was frozen in place, she believed all the elves were destroyed in her attack. Yet a single elf survived, and was none other than the Princess of Luxas herself! A descendant of the royal bloodline and inheritor of the divine power of the elves… that power… the power that filled her with rage... It was so infuriating to learn there was a survivor! And it was worse to know that her Lord and Savior wanted her alive.
Her face… that stupid smiling face! Meriel hated her SO much! She hated the royal bloodline, she hated Luxas and she hated all the elves! Hate… hate, hate, hate! So much hate! Hate filled her heart and soul. She destroyed Luxas; ruined them! And yet… Ilyse was alive!!!
“Meriel? Are you here?” The god interrupted the sorceress’ thoughts.
“S-sorry my Lord… I… was…” The sorceress stammered slightly.
“Did you hear what I told you? I want you to bring the Princess here to me, never mind your own feelings of her kind. Am I understood?” The god demanded once again.
Bowing in front of him, Meriel accepted her mission. “Worry not, my Lord. I will bring you the elf, unharmed and safe…”
“I know you will…” The god spoke, reaching out a tentacle and gripping the chain again "Or you'll find that even my favorite playthings are not exempt from punishments for failing me..."
Meriel panted once again, in a mixture of fear from his words and a certain excitement from the entity’s games and teasing. Pleasing his eccentric tastes and twisted desires was hard for her at times. However, he was her protector for now, so she had to oblige. The sorceress yelped as another fire tentacle slapped her round buttocks hard.
The game ended after a few more spanks, as the fire tendrils stopped their motions and retreated into the dark. It was clear this was not the right day to play with her, as he usually did. “Now… I’ll let you be… Do not fail me...” The blue flames faded away, and the room fell into darkness once again.
Meanwhile, the tall and muscular Black Knight was impatiently waiting outside the chambers, thinking about his next strike. His thoughts were soon interrupted by Ken, his small and less toned assistant, who approached Conall as soon as he saw him in the small hall.
“Bossy! How are you? Did you have a good night?” The man with long brown hair greeted cheerfully. His armour was rather worn out and he showed a generally goofy appearance. He wasn’t exactly smart… “The Mistress is talking to the god again…?”
“How many –damn- times do I have to tell you? I’m not ‘bossy’! Say ‘boss’ or ‘master’ or whatever! Just not ‘bossy’…” Conall snarled, crossing his arms.
“S-sorry bossy… err… boss! Boss…” Ken stammered.
The tall knight dismissed the failed intents of his subordinate with a hand gesture, preventing any further mess-ups. He sighed before speaking “Yes, Meriel is having a meeting with the god… Every time she’s in there, I don’t know what to think…” Conall took out a rolled piece of paper with tobacco inside, which he lit up with a snap of his fingers.
“Err… boss… smoking is bad for your heart…” Ken tried to explain.
“Shut up…” A long inhalation was followed by a slow, rhythmic exhale, white smoke coming from his mouth looking like a dragon breathing. “I’m nervous… you aren't my mom, and this is supposed to be bad for my LUNGS, not my heart…”
Ken looked away, he knew better to keep quiet and not debate anything his leader could say in any matter. As Conall took another drag, the big door opened, and the sun-tanned hand of Meriel tossed the cigarette away.
“No smoking near this place, idiot!” The sorceress ordered bluntly. “This is sacred… your stupid vice will get us in trouble one day!”
Conall was slightly annoyed. “It’s not a vice: I can leave it whenever I want. I was just nervous.”
“Whatever you say. Anyway, we still have things to do, remember? We have to pay a visit to our… guest in the dungeons.”
“As you command, ‘Mistress’.” Connal sarcastically replied.
“Ugh… you are impossible…” The sorceress walked away, with her sensual sway, followed after by Conall. Ken just stood still after an order from Conall, wondering about the two and their plans.
--- ooo ---
The sound of the water droplets hitting the floor was the only thing heard in the obscure dungeon. The porcelain face of the prisoner lifted up as soon as their round, blue eyes flickered opened. It was uncertain how long this prisoner had been there. The dress was severely damaged, almost torn to sheds. Their delicate hands were shackled to the wall above the head and the ankles secured with shackles and chains, to prevent any freedom of movements.
The iron door slowly opens with an ominous squeak; the victim knew what was coming next. Panting heavily in anxiety, two shadows stand in front of the frightened captive.
“Heh… look at you… are you having a good time in this pigsty?” The sorceress’ yellow eyes were glowing, intensely looking at the captive. “Your father should have done as I said; then you wouldn’t be in this place… but you are a stubborn people, aren’t you?”
The Black Knight was wearing his helmet: dark and shiny, crowned by two horns, as a symbol of fear. He took two steps forwards to look at the captive. “Such a delicate thing, yet so strong…” His hand cupped the beautiful and graceful face of the slave. “But… you are going to get your mind broken today…”
Defiant, the captive demanded his freedom. “N-never!! Let go off me! Stop this at once!”
“Still resisting our charms? How very fortunate for me. Black Knight, strip our guest, and bind the legs to the shackles over the wall…!” Meriel instructed, a devilish smile curving her lips. “Now you will see why NO ONE opposes me… and I will make sure you convince your father to join me… using you!”
“NO!!!” The poor beautiful blonde captive struggled in vain to keep Conall away, kicking and pushing. But the much greater strength of the knight overwhelmed those efforts. The big hands of the brutish man tore the rest of the dress and underwear, ignoring of the shouts and whimpers from the prisoner. He was fully naked now, and exposed to the sight of his captors.
He was truly a charming guy. Delicate, and even slightly curvy, as a lady could be. Well, except for his flat chest, and his small and cute intimate parts. The pale skin of Prince Yael of Kimikos Kingdom felt the coldness of the dungeon, and he trembled in fear. “Please let me go!! What are you going to do to me?”
Ignoring his protests, Conall lifted a lever next to the prince, that quickly made him stand up, as his wrists were pulled upwards, more, and more. The shame took over the feminine man, who looked away in shame, blushing, and unable to cover himself. “Please stop…”
The lever was pushed upwards further, making the chains attached to his legs pull his lower limbs. Soon his legs were set in a ‘V’ shape, forcing his pelvis to buck forwards. The delicate prince protested once more in vain. There was nothing he could do, aside from struggling and begging for mercy.
Meriel slowly approached, at the time that Conall stepped back. The evil sorceress enjoyed the view she was having. Yael’s nethers were defenseless, crudely exposed. He was incredibly flexible for a guy, which made this situation even more naughty.
“Well now… this is your last chance to do things the right way… Are you gonna convince your father to join us?” Her left hand cupped his ballsack while her right fingers wormed under it and began to prod his rear.
“N-no! Release me! This is so filthy!” He cutely demanded. But he couldn't stop himself blushing from something more carnal than embarrassment. Meriel's hands were well-practiced.
The sorceress sighed in disappointment. “Oh, you could have made it so much easier for yourself… But now, you will do as I want; whether you like it or not...”
Taking a step back, Meriel extended her arms to her sides, her yellow eyes started to glow more intensely, looking nearly spectral. “Anima Corrupto!” Her lips recited loud and clear.
A yellow rune faded into appearance below the naked body of the bound prince, exhibiting its complex pattern over the floor, shooting powerful light trails, and shining strong enough to illuminate the dark dungeon. Yael squealed in panic, trying to break free, but all his efforts were useless, his tight binds preventing him from doing anything. “Please! By the Gods!!! I beg you!! Don’t do this!!! I beg you!!”
He squirmed and begged as thick translucent tentacles of the rune's yellow color began to arise from it, furiously waving and moving upwards. Meriel was enjoying her evil deed, impatient to witness the virginal body of the girl-like prince being consumed by her magic. "Too late, sweet prince. You had your chance to do this the easy way. Even agreeing to help me won't save you now!" Meriel's smile was a perfect mix of smugness and evil.
Many tentacles started to coil salaciously over the defenseless prince's body, rubbing over his abs and chest, rolling up his neck. His begging never ceased, hoping for at least a little semblance of mercy. “Ohhh! Gods!! Please don’t!!! I beg of you! Stoo-mmmmpphhh!!”
Surprising the hopeless prince, a tentacle quickly inserted itself between his plump lips, raping his mouth and muffling his cries for forgiveness. His eyes widened at the unexpected invasion. Sadly, for him, it wasn’t the end; two more tendrils reached his delicate parts: One of the tentacles twisted around his little cock, while the other started to prod against his butthole.
The sorceress spoke, anticipating her success… “Relax, hun… you can’t escape! But, you will start to enjoy this, I promise… and then, you will be our pet, our loyal pet to do as we command…” Yael shook his head, bravely trying to resist, while Meriel was giggling triumphantly.
The tentacle pushing into his tender ass was slowly making its way inside, stretching his hole and lubricating it with its magical juices. Yael let out a moan, feeling the intrusion. The other tendril started to stroke his now-erect cock, taking special attention, slowly massaging from the base to the tip. His begs, now turning into moans, were greatly muffled by the tentacle in his mouth, but Meriel was sure she heard a whimper of "Too big... Please..." from him.
Inch by inch, the tentacle in his asshole went deeper, making a slight bulge in his belly. The magical tendril continued, deeper and deeper, widening his backdoor entrance. Soon, the uncomfortable sensation changed into one of a pleasurable feeling. His prostate began to get massaged by the massive tentacle as it pumped in and out of his ass, causing his cock to leak its juices.
Meriel smirked maliciously, turned on by this sight; the delicate and feminine prince, stripped bareskin, in such an exposed and flexible position, molested by these tendrils. His ass fucked deep, and his cock massaged so lewdly. She was about to touch herself, but her own reminder of keeping her self-control stopped this thought immediately. She couldn't display weakness.
Connal wasn’t really alien to the same feeling. This prince in front of him looked so hot: trapped, bound and helplessly raped. For a moment, Meriel came to his mind, in this same predicament. But instead of tentacles, it could be himself, caressing her skin without any restraint, taking advantage of her ass, her breasts, her whole luscious body…
“I know what you are thinking, Conall… and you already know my answer…” Meriel interrupted his thoughts in a tone between flirtation and seriousness. Connal didn’t answer, just chuckled silently.
Yael could do no more than shout muffled cries of true lust, product of the stimulation he was been subjected to. The tentacle fucking his ass went at a faster pace, reaching deeper inside the warmness of the prince. The other one rubbing his cock did the same, while also teasing the tip and his urethra. The defenseless boy was slowly losing his will, giving into the lust, and his mind was beginning to change.
Suddenly, it wasn’t so bad to be in this situation… in fact, was starting to feel so good! His itch was starting to grow. He wanted more of this! And Meriel knew it…
The tentacle stroking his cock pulled back and turned in on itself, becoming a sucker, slowly enveloping his cute and small erected member inside it. A cuter moan escaped from his stuffed mouth, fucked raw by the tentacle silencing him as the sucker began to milk his cock. Rhythmically, the sucker brushed the whole length of Yael’s cock, while his ass continued to be abused without any rest. The young prince rolled up his eyes in pure bliss, his toes curled and his body was trembling uncontrollably. He loved this... He loved this so much he wanted nothing else...
The tentacle in his mouth pulled back and began to entwine with his tongue in lieu of fucking his throat. He let out a cry of “Uhhh Uhhhnn~ Gonna… gonna cum… gonna cuuuuummmm!!!!!”
“Already?” Meriel teased the delicate prince, cupping his face. “Is it so much to milk your girly cock and fuck your ass like this? You must have wanted this so badly, probably from any of your knights! To take you like an animal and make a sloppy mess of your body! You wanted to be a bottom: to be fucked-no-used! You are a hopeless pervert, Prince Yael!”
“Cuuuuummmmm-iiiinnng! auaahhhhh!!!!” Yael was paying little attention to Meriel's teasing. He was on the edge, just wanting to explode and give himself to the pleasure. The tentacles' motions turned piston-like inside his ass, while milking his throbbing dick. Three gushes of semen erupted from his cock hole, and his belly was filled with a pale, greenish-like cum shot inside his guts. Muffled groans and whimpers were heard from his mouth, feeling the thick seed of the evil tendrils shooting furiously in both holes.
“My little prince… you are now under my control, and you will convince your father to join us… won’t you?” Meriel teased once again, caressing the shivering body of the climaxed prince.
“Y-yes… I will… mistress…” His eyes became greenish, looking doll-like; almost lifeless and devoid of any will or resolve. His panting was heavy, showing his obedience towards a devilishly smirking Meriel, who enjoyed every minute of his defeat.
“Whoah! Just look at that! I didn’t know this little prince was so lustful to lose over a little tentacle fucking!” Conall wondered, making a crooked smile.
“No… this is special, Conall. This spell summons will-breaking tentacles, their juices take over the mind of the person they rape, and the effects last as long as they aren’t exposed to healing magic. The more the tentacle seed stays on their systems, the more corrupted their souls become, Eventually, it starts changing their bodies too...” Meriel replied, while the tentacles were returning to their place, and the magic rune started to disappear. Soon, the prince was just hanging from his chains, keeping his ‘V’ shape pose, crudely exposing his milked cock, and gaping ass, still pouring some of the tentacle juices.
Conall was still surprised Meriel was able to control magic like this so easily. She really had become stronger once the god sat her under his protective ‘wing’. “So… that means he will…”
“Yes…” Meriel pulled down the lever fully, setting the naked body of the prince free. “He will do as I say, and convince his father, one way or another. He’s our puppet to use in any way possible. Isn’t that true, my cute little pet?”
The hands of the sorceress petted one of his cheeks, her yellow eyes met his. “Yes, my Mistress! I will make sure my father complies with your sweet and caring desires. Our kingdom, my people and me are yours to use in any way you need…”
“Splendid! Just splendid!" Meriel turn to the Knight. "Now Conall, he can’t go to his father all naked like that, can he?”
Conall raised a finger, which started to glow dark blue. “Of course not… haha!” A skeleton warrior arose, appearing from the floor, making clacking noises as it joined together. Conall instructed it once it was complete and rearmed. “Take the prince to one of the rooms nearby and find something cute for him to dress up in.”
“Yes… my Lord…” The skeleton answered with a spectral and deadpan voice. It took the prince with it, both of them leaving the dungeon that once held a person with free will, now under the hypnotic control of the Dark Sorceress.
“Soon… every kingdom in Gaildorf will submit to my power… SOON!” Meriel’s laughter echoed in every corner of the dungeon. Then, the laughter stopped, she remembered about an important matter to talk with Conall. “Ahh yes… Conall… I have an important mission for you…”
“Uh? Really? What is it, my angel?” Conall was curious, approaching to her.
The sorceress hand started to project a face… Ilyses face. “See this bitch? She’s the… ‘Princess of Luxas’…” Meriel said with a mocking attitude. “The god talked about her with me… and… he wants her…”
“Wants her? As in… to bring her here and… he will…” Conall was confused, trying to guess the intentions of the dark deity.
“He just wants me to bring her here… I don’t know the rest nor do I want to know… However, Conall… I want you to bring her to me without a scratch. Got it?” Meriel scowled. "Much as I'd like you to just kill her, the god wants her alive."
“Your wish is my command, my angel.” The dark knight kissed her cheek, followed by him cupping her face, as beautiful as she was evil. “I won’t stop until I bring that elf to you…”
Conall stopped admiring her features, kissed her forehead and left the dungeon. His cape waved behind him. Conall and Meriel had a weird relationship: although she didn’t really -love- him, they were highly fond of each other (or at least, it looked that way).
His close minion was still upstairs, leaning against a wall. He jumped in surprise once the heavy door leading to the dungeons opened, and Conall crossed it. “Boss! Err… are you done down there?”
“Yes… come with me, now. We have a mission to fulfil for the sorceress…” Conall replied seriously, walking away. His minion followed him afterwards.
Excited, his second in charge started to ask questions. “Mission? Ohh yes! What is it about, bossy? We are gonna burn a town? Kidnap someone? Find some magical artifacts?”
“Stop calling me bossy, you moron, or I’ll rip your fool head off! You were close enough with the kidnapping guess… We have to bring someone special for the sorceress…” The dark knight was annoyed by his minion’s lack of intelligence. “We are gonna bring her an elf… and not just any elf. We are looking for the Princess of Luxas…”
“That’s the city we destroyed months ago?” The minion was startled. “But, didn’t we like… wipe out all the elves there?”
“Seems at least one is alive, and of course it has to be the princess. And we have to bring her here, for the god…” Conall wasn’t exactly happy, especially considering for what that elf could be required by the weird deity, and taking in mind that she wasn’t just an elf.
It was widely known that only the elf royal bloodline held great power. Power enough to earn the respect and fear of many nations around them. There was only one war Luxas suffered in its entire life before being destroyed, and it was a short lived one for their opponents, who preferred to sign peace treaties rather than being abated the way they were. The legends even talk about divine power… but no one can really tell for sure.
On the other side… Divine Power? The elves and their city were reduced to no more than ashes. How can someone with such power be defeated in such a demeaning way? Or… was that the sorceress herself was so powerful to even overwhelm that king of magic and power? Why not? After all, a god himself granted Meriel big power… What could a little elf princess do?
Conall’s minion chuckled, rubbing his hands in anticipation. He was clearly excited they were going for a such an important mission. “Is she cute, boss? Ahhh I can’t wait to lay my hands on that elf! We will have so much fun before bringing her here!”
Seizing his minion by his collar, Conall wanted to make things clear; he didn’t want to disobey his ‘angel’, after all. “Listen you imbecile, we aren’t going to do ANYTHING to her. We're just bringing her here… if you touch a single strand of hair on her head, I will cut both your arms off! The Sorceress wants her without a scratch, and if you do anything to alter the pristine state...well, you know that I'm a man of my word. Am. I. Clear?”
Ken stammered “Cr-Crystal cl-cl-clear!!! Ack!! Yes bossy, yes!! P-please unhand me… I… I was kidding I won’t…”
Conall got angrier after hearing his most hated word, tightening his grip and making his minion to gasp for air. “How many gods-damned times do I have to tell you?! STOP CALLING ME ‘BOSSY’ YOU FUCKING MORON!”
His minion gasped. “S-sorry… I’m sorry… gaak…!”
Conall loosened his grip, causing Ken to land on his ass. The sore minion rubbed his butt as he got up.
“Now let’s go; I don’t want to lose any more time. Understood?” Ken just nodded silently; Conall had run out of patience, and his tone was a sign for not screwing with his temper any longer, unless you wanted to feel real pain.
The two knights walked outside the Dark Tower, ready to mount up on one big Anksinadin, very dark in its blue shade, almost black. No supplies, no extra stuff, just their swords, and their orders to accomplish.
“Err… boss?” The minion asked.
“Urgh, what now?” Conall groaned.
“What does this elf look like? How are we going to recognize her?”
Conall just chuckled slightly. “I will tell you when we see her… and in case you wonder where are we going to look for her; we are heading to the closest place from Luxas: Jaa-Namat. She will be wandering around there, if not in the Diamond Forest…”
“You are so smart, boss!” His minion retorted with admiration.
“It’s called common sense. Just think what you would do if you lost your home place… Now, let’s get going!” With a hard slap and a yell from Conall, the huge animal starting running fast and steady. As it reached the edge of the Nameless Island, it revealed its additional features. A pair of wings opened from its sides, feather like, just like those of a raven. The beast started to fly, hovering over the small sea surrounding the island they just left.
Their hunt for Ilyse was on.
-To be continued…
Levi: "Man, leave out the green mind control slime cum and sign me the fuck up for that tentacle spell!
ReplyDeleteOh wait, um, I mean-'Damn you foul sorceress! You shall pay dearly for corrupting the prince!'"