Sex, Sword, and Sorcery: Prologue- The Demon’s Manor

Gwenive woke up, bound by her hands and feet and blindfolded. Her arms were cuffed in a strange glove that made her fingers inner locked together and a rope was pulling them high above her head. Her feet were bounded in a similar fashion so that her toes were forced downwards towards the floor. Beyond that and the blindfold across her eyes, Gwenive was naked. The cold of her surroundings bit at her skin, which caused goosebumps to rise all over her. The young elf shivered.

Without sight, she started to scan the area with her hearing. Somewhere there was the sounds of logs popping from a fire, but she wasn’t close enough to feel it’s warmth. She couldn’t hear birds or night time bugs, so she had to be inside. This was confirmed when from behind her she hear sharp steps on stone, coming closer and louder until they stopped. She heard metal ringing, keys most likely, and soon a heavy door opened and the steps moved into Gwenive’s room.

“You are awake.” A woman’s voice echoed off the walls. The voice was as cold as the room, as if it couldn’t convey emotions if it wanted to. “Good. I expect you wish to know what is going on, where you are, why you are here, blah blah blah.” The woman’s cold hands touched Gwenive’s face. “So pretty…” the voice whispered before going on. “Where you are isn’t important at all. What’s going on is… something you’ll find out in a bit. And the why… well… you should remember why.” Gwenive thought back to the last memories she had. She had been in a party of three, a sellsword human named Bernard, a tiefling sorceress named Asharia, and herself a ranger guiding them. They had been sent on a quest from a local adventurer’s guild to track down the fiends responsible for the disappearances of young men and women from the town of Dragon’s Maw. Their leads had led them to an abandoned manor that once was home to the local baron, Lady Sliversmith. The group had barely stepped foot in the manor when demonic creatures jumped them. Bernard fell to the beasts fast, and the last Gwenive saw of Asharia was she was screaming an incantation as one demon slammed her head into the floor by her horns while others ripped her clothes from her, eager to plunge their red hot cocks into her. Gwenive might have fallen the same had Asharia’s not gotten off a spell, an explosive magic that threw force and flame outwards from her. Many of the demons had been caught in the blast but so had Gwenive. She awoke to her current situation. “Where is Asharia and Bernard?”

“The human is dead. Fell to my imps quickly. For something so small, they are powerful in groups and easy to make. Your tiefling friend should be birthing a few dozen in the next week or so the way they’ve been at it. She was strong, casting a spell while being ravaged and raped. And in the cell, she fought back for nearly a whole day before her will broke and I didn’t need to even lock the door. She’s submitted to her role as demons’ whore quite nicely.” The cold hands moved gently across Gwenive’s breasts. “It’s the least she can do for destroying the front of my manor. Hopefully she’ll last a few days longer than most. I’d like to get at least three litters out of her cunt before she dies of exhaustion.” The voice moved around Gwenive, so close that the elf could feel the coldness in her breath. “You’re Lady Silversmith? But you died years ago.”

“Wrong. I’m not. Though I wear her skin, I am someone else. Something else. I am a force of nature, the consequences of a life of dark sins of flesh and pleasure.