MOTDE: Look for Rainye in the eastern-wing B1
From Create Your Own Story
The desecrated palace leaves no question of which sides the victor as you lead Faylin through the corridors of her palace. Surface-elven corpses litter the corridor floors. Guardsmen, civilians, administers, none receive respect after death. Faylin turns her face away, averting her gaze from the disembowel bodies of her former servants. But she cannot avoid a large pool of blood as you walk right over it.
On the way to the temple area you run into a soldier patrol leading a pack of female captives towards a holding area. The soldiers bow as you pass them, while the captives wail and cry meekly as they see that their beloved Queen has befallen the same despaired fate as they have. The Queen just keeps her head low, eyes shut, and tears flooding, not able to stop their sadness now that she´s a powerless slave, just like they are.
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The both of you enter the large temple area of the wooden palace. The area is filled with several shrines and temples dedicated to the various Goddesses and Gods, each with at least one room dedicated to them individually. With so many rooms and corridors to explore you realize it will take some time to find Rainye.
The place seems empty, although Drow plunderers have no doubt swept through this area. All around you there are also several statues of the surface-elven slave-gods. Their carefully sculptured, marble-crafted images have been toppled and desecrated, which visibly pains Faylin. The goddesses' statues have merely been spit at, pissed on, or befouled with offensive graffiti. The male gods however have been beheaded, disemboweled and some even pulverized.
"How could your people show such contempt for the Gods?" Faylin sobs, somehow having mustered the courage to speak challengingly at you.
"Hmm," you scowl, "These are just slave-Goddesses, inferior creatures worshiped by inferior surface-elves. A slave-race of goddesses worshiped by a slave race of elves. Just like you puny Queen, they have never held any real power." You take an especially hateful glare at the male statues, "and the males, it´s only fitting that they should be destroyed," you say and spit at the remains of one. "Only surface-elves would ever worship a male God." You speak with utmost, condescending contempt for her religion.
You thug Faylin´s leash hard enough to send her to the floor, "come doggy-slave, let´s find my huntress."
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After some time of idly wandering through the many corridors of the temple area you pick up a faint, but highly recognizable scent. You sniff the air, sucking its odor into your nose. The Queen notices this, to her, odd behavior. But not possessing your expert huntress-training she can´t pick up the subtitle, airborne flavor.
"This way," you say to yourself with a smile.
Walking quickly in the direction of the scent Faylin too soon catches it´s musky odor. "Oh, Oh goddess. That scent, it´s... it´s the scent of..."
"A woman´s sex," you end her sentence with an excited tone.
The scent guides you around a corner, towards a door-less room. Before you´ve even enter the room you can smell that it absolutely reeks of the pheromone-filled odors of sex and sweat. Rainye must have been ravaging a slave all night to create such a thick, intoxicating, cloud-of-aroma.
Immediately upon entering the room you and Faylin face the naked body of a surface-elven priestess. The priestess is laid out across a small, rectangular-shaped table. The table, probably serving as some sort of altar, is only big enough to support the holy-woman's torso, so her head hangs dully over the edge while her ankles and wrists are tied to the table´s slim legs. This makes her thighs spread wide, revealing the sacred womanhood of her pussy-mound.
"Ah, High-Huntress Daine, what an honor!" Rainye says and emerges from the sides and greets you with a deep bow.
You don´t acknowledge her bow, but smirks at her handiwork. You have a unhindered view of the priestess groin-area, and it appears to have been tortured by Rainye through the night. The surface-elves pussy-lips looks absolutely bloated and painfully swollen. The labia appears discolored, blistering red as if from a wound. Just like her puffy lips the holy-woman's clit is furiously engorged to what appears to be a bursting point. It sticks out from its hood like a large, easily-accessible erogenous-button and appears to be aching in pain. This sore area is entirely soaked through with the dried-up remains of her smudgy, cunt-juices that also covers the insides of her thighs and even the bush of her genital-hair.
Your slave is equally mesmerized by the sight of her hurting pussy, but experiences entirely different emotions. Rainye steps up to her, standing intimately close to the leashed Queen.
"Hello slut, I remember how your lips felt on my clit last night." Rainye barks at her then throws her own saucy lips onto Faylin´s pouty mouth. The surface-Queen´s huge, naked breasts flattens against Rainye´s armored chest as your huntress delivers a series of moistening and highly sensual kisses onto your slaves face. You enjoy the proceedings, Rainye slithers her sodden tongue over Faylin´s face like a snake, which makes the skin contort, and the Queen to whimper.
"Please... no," Faylin pleads, but with your amusement the molestation continues.
"Q-Queen?" A faint, raspy voice asks. Your eyes draw to the naked priestess as she raises her unsupported head up so that it does not hang limply from the edge but sees you between her legs.
"Ch-Chalisa," Faylin stutters.
A weary, surface-elven face stares in you direction with glossy, mindless eyes. She´s dizzy, her head rolling around on her shoulders. What´s more her face is plastered with the dried remains of female cum.
"I see you are familiar with huntress Rainye´s pet slave," you mock Faylin and stroke her hair. "So, what kind of priestess is she?" You ask Faylin to torment her more.
The brown-haired, motherly beauty understands the futility of lying to you, "she is the priestess of Milke, the goddess of mercy."
You and Rainye laugh like harpies, but it´s Rainye who has a special edge in her voice.
"Really now? This is a servant of Milke you say?" Rainye says and then speaks to Chalisa with an authoritarian voice. "Slave! Whom do you serve!?"
"Ahh, Rainye! I worship Rainye the goddess of orgasm!" She screams as if under immense preassure but with great conviction.
Faylin looks bug-eyed and is speechless.
"I reject Milke. She is a slave-goddess. A tease, a slut, a trio of fuck-holes only worth serving Drow-goddesses on her knees." Chalisa spitefully says without hesitation.
"No Chalisa... no, not you," Faylins says with a dispirited voice
"Goddess Rainye controls the orgasm," Chalis struggles to say, as if in great pain. "I live to amuse my Goddess with my body. I cum when she desires me too..." Chalis looks as if she´s about to say something else, but she just grits her teeth to try and prevent herself from screaming.
"Hmhmhm," you chuckle, "every surface-elf of the Hearwood forest shall be made a slave to the Drow´s of Char. None of you will be able to resist," you remind the Queen.
"Wh-What did she do to you?" The Queen dares to ask.
"Sh-She teased me. The entire night, she teased me. She brought me to the brink of orgasm then bringing me back down again. I-I resisted, then quickly I cried, then I begged, I begged for so long, but then I accepted. Rainye is my goddess, she decides when I... when I... orgasm." Just the word orgasm seems to make the woman´s body tremble with madness.
"So you molested her the entire night, but never let her cum?" Faylin concludes.
"The constant pleasure but lack of orgasm melted her resistance away. She is now fully loyal to me. And I can play with her however I like," Rainye speaks then continues "I however, reached orgasm six times thought the night."
"Yes, ahh, I´m honored that my goddess used my slutty tongue to reach orgasm."
"Four times from my pussy, twice from my ass." Rainye says straight to Faylin with a vile voice. "Let me demonstrate my power over my slaves body."
The slyly smiling Rainye lowers her head to Chalisas groin-area. The clit is standing straight up like a flag-pole, exposed and defenseless. As Rainye gets closer to the pussy-mound it becomes clear that it´s the clit that her target. She stops just within licking distance of the erected pleasure-button, still a sly, almost mocking smile on her face.
The surface-elven priestess buckles her hips to try and get her clit in her Mistress mouth and grunts in displeasure as Rainye easily avoids the attack. Not changing expression at all, Rainye parts her lush lips and blows a stream of air aimed straight at the sensitive sex-button.
"IIIIIAAAHHHHH!" The priestess screams in a high-pitched, agonized tone. Her painfully engorged clit vibrates unnaturally from the commotion, but she does not achieve orgasm.
"Goddess! Please, Goddess let me cum! Don´t tease me anymore!" The words pour from her parted lips, flavored with a heavy tone of sexual desperation. There is no doubting the sincerity in this holy-woman's moral downfall.
"See surface-Queen? See how your priestess has fallen into common sluts! Is this the power of your goddesses?" You accuse Faylin who writhes in shame.
"Please let me cum! Oh goddess I can´t take any more of this!" Chalisa screams like if she´s begging for her life.
"Nahahahaha!" Rainye laughs evilly. "No stupid surface-elven slave. It´s so much more amusing seeing how many fluids and smells I can milk out of your worthless body. I might just keep this up until you die of dehydration!"
Despite the heavy, pheromone-filled scent of sex and sweat that clouds the shrine, your sensitive nose picks up another smell in this room, a much fouler one.
"Her body has produced more than just sweat and cum I can smell," you inform Rainye of your discovery.
"Oh yes," Rainye moans in reply, "during the night all different kinds of fluids where squeezed out of her." She finishes then eyes two buckets in the corner.
"G-Goddess, you can´t mean..." Faylin says as if about to puke.
"Why don´t you find out?" You say as an order.
Faylin gulps and walks over to the buckets. She stops quite a bit away from the target, then leans in to get a look at what´s inside. The Queen quickly begins to caught and make guttural sounds in disgusts, as if spewing."
"How unsanitary you surface-elves are. Even their priestess act like a bunch of dirty pigs without basic toilet training. Right slave-Queen?"
Faylin remembers the necessarily of compliance, "yes... Mistress Daine. We are, dirty pigs."
You chuckle in amusement at her false testimony. "Now, why don´t you have that dirty pig serve you one last time?"
"What?" Faylin asks in confusion.
"You used to be her ruler slave-Queen. So it would arouse me to see you enjoy her tongue as a goodbye gift." You end by pointing at the wide open and drooling mouth of Chalisa.
Faylin looks terrified. But quickly gets a grip on herself and walks over to the bound priestess of Rainye. Chalisa swirls her tongue out in the open, making Faylin jump a bit. The Queen is hesitant and clumpy, but she manages to position herself over Chalisa´s free hanging head- She has her thighs in-between Chalisa´s head, and her pussy right on top of her mouth.
Having tongue-fucked the jaded and demanding Rainye to orgasm six times already the sensitive and relatively inexperienced Faylin is an easy target to detonate for the bound priestess. But she doesn't lower the tempo of her assault for that. The equal-aged priestess licks up and down the excited, nether-slit of her beautiful Queen with her long and agile tongue. Faylin visibly shudders and wraps her arms around herself from the pleasurable, but shameful sensations.
"You cannot fight it for long slave-Queen. Soon you will moan like a whore, then orgasm like a animal," you tell her with a truthful voice.
It doesn't take long for the Queen to begin forming inarticulate, unwillingly lasciviously in tone, noises. Unknowingly her hands starts stroking her sensitive nipples out of instincts, and her cunt juices and squirms delightfully. The sleeves of her pussy are silky wet. Like an open mouth it drips down fluids onto Chalisa reddened face, whose intrusive tongue creates watery, squishy sounds as it connects with the pink and elastic pussy-flesh of her Queen. Despite her body's frank approval the enslaved mother still mentally resists, grimacing in disapproval, and is mortified by the slavish arousal of her flesh.
You chuckle at Faylin´s clearly oncoming defeat. Rainye kisses you subserviently on the lips a few times, like a weaker animal tending it´s leader. After haven watered and stimulated your lips she moves to your ear and whispers, "everything I own is yours High-Huntress. Burst my slaves volcanic-orgasm however you wish."
You take note of Rainye´s words while watching your slave. The gigantic breasts on Faylin´s ribcage begin heaving up-and-down faster as her breathing becomes heavier and more rapid. The panting becoming more and more orgasmic in tone. Her body is ripe for an explosion. The words "Oh," and "Ah," pour from her parched lips without thought.
Then it happens, her body stiffens, her mind tumbles, her thoughts falling into deliriousness from a hard, knee-weakening orgasm. She swoons terrible, and then her head begins to fall as if suddenly falling asleep before quickly recovering.
"Your slutty body can produce strong orgasms slave-Queen. But I bet this one will be stronger!"
