Plague of Light...
It was hard to say when it first began. Probably on the last dawn of the Black Moon. It was pretty strange to say the least. One does not find oneself so transformed to such an extent in such a short time.
The Black Moon was a long period of strife amongst the D'jideen. These desert folk were of short stature, their features were partial to the troll side of their blood, but somewhere the Black Elvish heritage also showed. The troll blood constituted their tough countenance, with the D'jideen being known as the toughest of the Kilrathi civilized humanoids, at least where mass was concerned. The Black Elvish part of them offered them the speed and intelligence that made them popular spies and assassins, and combined with their trollness, they made a complete package.
To be sure, the first coupling of the Black Elves and the deep trolls was not much of a matter of choice, but that of desperation. Deep trolls were hermaphrodites, so that was not the issue. The issue, more precisely, was that of the Dark Elf female population being wiped out with the Plague of Light.
The High Priest of Jander, God of Light, had been kidnapped by the Dark Elf Patriarch, Haddon del 'Ni, in his youth. There, Phruop was made a sex slave. The young boy was brutally raped by each and every member of the del 'Ni household. How he escaped was more a matter of planning then it was luck. Phruop had been promised to the service of Jander no more than a month before he was kidnapped. As was requisite for all clerics of Jander, he was handsome youth, his face more commonly seen on male courtesans than priests. Indeed, many clerics of Jander were also courtesans, out to find female followers for Jander, such was the paradox of being a cleric of the God of Light.
It was probably due to his looks that Phruop was kidnapped. It was widely known that the Dark Elves were practising bisexuals, which was probably best considering their were among the lustier humanoid races. Phruop was about 16 when he was first interned into del 'Ni's service, not that he had a choice. The well built youth was exercising in the temple courtyards, naked, as the clerics required, when he was shot in the neck by a dart. Had he been less exhausted from his exertions, he might have made into the warded portion of the courtyard. But he soon blacked out from the poison.
When he had woken, he found himself tied down to a large steel frame. There, a vuloptious Dark Elf was busy fiddling with his genitals. It was not pleasurable. It was painful to say the least. The ring of adamantine that wrapped itself round his cock was ornately designed, and with runes that told the educated youth that it was magical. From the ring proceded two rounded spikes, which made their way under his scrotum, and pulled them tight to his body. Had he not been captive, he would have found it all very sensous, arousing even. Of course, that was part of their design. Another part was to interact with an implant that the Elvish female jammed up his anus, that implanted itself deep near his prostate. Four bands of the same metal and similar markings were clamped around his wrists and ankles. They would repel his limbs away from the ring, so that he could not touch himself. The Dark Elves were not fond of oral stimulation, and at that left his mouth untouched.
The rings and the implant served a single function: to make him as untiring a sex slave as possible, regardless of his actual physical exhaustion. On command, the ring would cause him to have an erection, as well as to magically change the size of his engorged penis to serve the whims of his female captors. Should a male Elf require his services, the implant would make him as tight as possible, that the Elf may derive as much pleasure as he chooses. These devices functioned with a Runeword, basically a ring that all members of the del 'Ni household wore. Should he displease his masters, any member of the del 'Ni family could initate the devices to stimulate the enslaved Phruop to near orgasm, but not allow him to have it. Soon, the slave would be begging for release, considering that the bands around his arms would not permit him to masturbate.
Phruop had about a year of training in the Temple before he was captured. During the seven years he was held captive, he had nightly prayers to Jander, at least, those nights when one of the del 'Ni were not busy with him. At the end of that seven years, Jander had made a personal response to Phruop through a dream, a dream that came after a sleep which was born from the exhaustion of having had to service all of the del 'Ni household, and their acquaintances, as they were having one of their annual orgies, in which all the noble households of the closest seven caverns would be invited. At that particular orgy, none had declined the invitation.
In the dream, Jander revealed the spell for a plague, the Plague of Light. As their names note, the Dark Elves were fond of the dark. They lived under the ground, after their banishment from the High Havens. As part of their banishment, they were cursed to be sensitive to light, and could only spend a few hours in the light each month. The spell that Jander provided would cause a small light to come into being from the inside of those stricken. This light would be dim, but grow, until the host would be completely enveloped in light. This would be an annoyance at most, but for the Dark Elves, fatal. Since Jander's followers were all female, and his priesthood all male, the spell would only affect the Dark Elf females.
The following few weeks Phruop prepared himself to cast the spell. Jander's blessing had protected him from the del 'Ni's wanting any sexual pleasures, so he had all the time he needed to memorize the incantations and the recital of prayers.
At the next Festival of Pale Dawn, Phruop was brought to the center of the southern Dark Elf city, G'zal. The patriarchs of the city each took turns to provide slaves for the festivities, where the most virile of male Dark Elves and the most voluptious of females were to show their skills with the slave, which was almost always male, who would likely die of exhaustion at the end of the festival. The point of the Festival was to display the best of the city's youth in hopes of getting them married, although officially it was to celebrate the Ascension of the Goddess Myrial.
Phruop was paraded around the center square. Just as he was about to be bound in the fashion of a slave to be displayed, Phroup completed the incantations, and finished the final prayer. All the females were suddenly struck with a sharp pain in their abdomens. They all collapesed, and with the Priestesses in pain, the whole place was in pandemonium. Phruop made this his chance to escape, the route already burned into his mind by Jander's gifting.
When the clergy of Jander heard of Phruop's spell, he was made the High Priest, being as how the Dark Elves being the mortal enemies of the God of Light. From there, Phruop expanded the spell to affect all the Dark Elf communities this side of Kilrathi.
"Serves those gay fuckers right. Now they can fuck all the gay ass they want."
Phruop was particularly bitter towards the male Dark Elves. At least, being raped by a female Dark Elf brought some semblance of pleasure, but anal rape by the males brought nothing but pain, especially since the implant fed off his lifesource to pleasure his masters. He thought particularly ironic justice to have all the female Dark Elves die, leaving the males only to themselves. What he didn't count on was that they would copulate with the deep trolls.
To be truthful, the deep trolls were particularly beautiful for trolls. In the sun, which they loved most dearly, but could not withstand for too long, they resembled muscular, if slightly handsome humans. It was hard to tell if they were male or female, at least from the human perspective, since they were actually both. Some exhibited more female features, others more male. Nonetheless, they were savagely strong, and would be a master race, had they more semblance of intelligence and society. But they were loners, with a sexual appetite almost as voracious as the Dark Elves', necessary for survival in such a harsh place as the upper caverns.
To be continued...
Out.
The Black Moon was a long period of strife amongst the D'jideen. These desert folk were of short stature, their features were partial to the troll side of their blood, but somewhere the Black Elvish heritage also showed. The troll blood constituted their tough countenance, with the D'jideen being known as the toughest of the Kilrathi civilized humanoids, at least where mass was concerned. The Black Elvish part of them offered them the speed and intelligence that made them popular spies and assassins, and combined with their trollness, they made a complete package.
To be sure, the first coupling of the Black Elves and the deep trolls was not much of a matter of choice, but that of desperation. Deep trolls were hermaphrodites, so that was not the issue. The issue, more precisely, was that of the Dark Elf female population being wiped out with the Plague of Light.
The High Priest of Jander, God of Light, had been kidnapped by the Dark Elf Patriarch, Haddon del 'Ni, in his youth. There, Phruop was made a sex slave. The young boy was brutally raped by each and every member of the del 'Ni household. How he escaped was more a matter of planning then it was luck. Phruop had been promised to the service of Jander no more than a month before he was kidnapped. As was requisite for all clerics of Jander, he was handsome youth, his face more commonly seen on male courtesans than priests. Indeed, many clerics of Jander were also courtesans, out to find female followers for Jander, such was the paradox of being a cleric of the God of Light.
It was probably due to his looks that Phruop was kidnapped. It was widely known that the Dark Elves were practising bisexuals, which was probably best considering their were among the lustier humanoid races. Phruop was about 16 when he was first interned into del 'Ni's service, not that he had a choice. The well built youth was exercising in the temple courtyards, naked, as the clerics required, when he was shot in the neck by a dart. Had he been less exhausted from his exertions, he might have made into the warded portion of the courtyard. But he soon blacked out from the poison.
When he had woken, he found himself tied down to a large steel frame. There, a vuloptious Dark Elf was busy fiddling with his genitals. It was not pleasurable. It was painful to say the least. The ring of adamantine that wrapped itself round his cock was ornately designed, and with runes that told the educated youth that it was magical. From the ring proceded two rounded spikes, which made their way under his scrotum, and pulled them tight to his body. Had he not been captive, he would have found it all very sensous, arousing even. Of course, that was part of their design. Another part was to interact with an implant that the Elvish female jammed up his anus, that implanted itself deep near his prostate. Four bands of the same metal and similar markings were clamped around his wrists and ankles. They would repel his limbs away from the ring, so that he could not touch himself. The Dark Elves were not fond of oral stimulation, and at that left his mouth untouched.
The rings and the implant served a single function: to make him as untiring a sex slave as possible, regardless of his actual physical exhaustion. On command, the ring would cause him to have an erection, as well as to magically change the size of his engorged penis to serve the whims of his female captors. Should a male Elf require his services, the implant would make him as tight as possible, that the Elf may derive as much pleasure as he chooses. These devices functioned with a Runeword, basically a ring that all members of the del 'Ni household wore. Should he displease his masters, any member of the del 'Ni family could initate the devices to stimulate the enslaved Phruop to near orgasm, but not allow him to have it. Soon, the slave would be begging for release, considering that the bands around his arms would not permit him to masturbate.
Phruop had about a year of training in the Temple before he was captured. During the seven years he was held captive, he had nightly prayers to Jander, at least, those nights when one of the del 'Ni were not busy with him. At the end of that seven years, Jander had made a personal response to Phruop through a dream, a dream that came after a sleep which was born from the exhaustion of having had to service all of the del 'Ni household, and their acquaintances, as they were having one of their annual orgies, in which all the noble households of the closest seven caverns would be invited. At that particular orgy, none had declined the invitation.
In the dream, Jander revealed the spell for a plague, the Plague of Light. As their names note, the Dark Elves were fond of the dark. They lived under the ground, after their banishment from the High Havens. As part of their banishment, they were cursed to be sensitive to light, and could only spend a few hours in the light each month. The spell that Jander provided would cause a small light to come into being from the inside of those stricken. This light would be dim, but grow, until the host would be completely enveloped in light. This would be an annoyance at most, but for the Dark Elves, fatal. Since Jander's followers were all female, and his priesthood all male, the spell would only affect the Dark Elf females.
The following few weeks Phruop prepared himself to cast the spell. Jander's blessing had protected him from the del 'Ni's wanting any sexual pleasures, so he had all the time he needed to memorize the incantations and the recital of prayers.
At the next Festival of Pale Dawn, Phruop was brought to the center of the southern Dark Elf city, G'zal. The patriarchs of the city each took turns to provide slaves for the festivities, where the most virile of male Dark Elves and the most voluptious of females were to show their skills with the slave, which was almost always male, who would likely die of exhaustion at the end of the festival. The point of the Festival was to display the best of the city's youth in hopes of getting them married, although officially it was to celebrate the Ascension of the Goddess Myrial.
Phruop was paraded around the center square. Just as he was about to be bound in the fashion of a slave to be displayed, Phroup completed the incantations, and finished the final prayer. All the females were suddenly struck with a sharp pain in their abdomens. They all collapesed, and with the Priestesses in pain, the whole place was in pandemonium. Phruop made this his chance to escape, the route already burned into his mind by Jander's gifting.
When the clergy of Jander heard of Phruop's spell, he was made the High Priest, being as how the Dark Elves being the mortal enemies of the God of Light. From there, Phruop expanded the spell to affect all the Dark Elf communities this side of Kilrathi.
"Serves those gay fuckers right. Now they can fuck all the gay ass they want."
Phruop was particularly bitter towards the male Dark Elves. At least, being raped by a female Dark Elf brought some semblance of pleasure, but anal rape by the males brought nothing but pain, especially since the implant fed off his lifesource to pleasure his masters. He thought particularly ironic justice to have all the female Dark Elves die, leaving the males only to themselves. What he didn't count on was that they would copulate with the deep trolls.
To be truthful, the deep trolls were particularly beautiful for trolls. In the sun, which they loved most dearly, but could not withstand for too long, they resembled muscular, if slightly handsome humans. It was hard to tell if they were male or female, at least from the human perspective, since they were actually both. Some exhibited more female features, others more male. Nonetheless, they were savagely strong, and would be a master race, had they more semblance of intelligence and society. But they were loners, with a sexual appetite almost as voracious as the Dark Elves', necessary for survival in such a harsh place as the upper caverns.
To be continued...
Out.
posted by quicksilverlining at 12:59 PM
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hmm. It sounds like something from a japanese hentai :P
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