The Lineage

"Zenna."

...

"Zenna?"

...

"Zenna!"

The exhausted elf forced her eyes open sluggishly as a groan escaped her lips. Her already heavy body felt even more weighted as if her bones were made of lead. The mind between her pointy ears was a black mass of nothingness. She felt as if she had to slip through it, searching for coherency by wading in the dark as if it were mud. The woman could not even believe that exhaustion on this scale was possible. Her senses returned to her in random order.

Touch. She felt a mix of dried liquids staining her body. She could also feel the weight of the other girls still sleeping atop her, their bodies warm and still partially bloated. Strewn and disheveled comforters and pillows, stained with sweat and spunk, licked at her flesh. There was little feeling in her extremities, but the area between her legs felt as if the skin was crawling.

Taste. Within her mouth, her tongue felt the dry, parched interior, with dry bits of who-knows-what clinging to the sides of her lips. She knew she was heavily dehydrated, despite the excessive moisture in the area. The air was proliferated with such a heavy musk it could be felt through her tastebuds.

Sight. Blurry but functional, she was unable to move her head to look around the room, instead only staring up at the ceiling, now seeing some stains adorning the tile pattern and drapes hanging above her, sometimes puddling in the curtains.

Smell. Her final sense threw a wave of musk over her consciousness, overpowering her other senses. Sex, sweat, and the rank, salty odor which permeated the room was overpowering.

But then she realized her hearing had returned first, as the voice shouted her name once more.

"ZENNA!"

Unable to move her head, she rolled her eyes around and searched the room for the voice calling for her. Marcus saw this and moved just to the edge of her vision with rage blooming across his façade. His nose tremored above his lips as they coiled together, as if he were about to take a bite out of Zenna's skin. The bulging neck below his chin lent strength to his jaw power.

Scanning his eyesight over the immense bed, Marcus could hardly tell one girl from the other as each maid's body was expanded massively, their limbs intertwining with each other's or with one of Zenna's various features. Dried cum covered their skin like a stained glass mosaic, accenting each young woman's skin color. The smell of the room was overpowering, and he had to avoid stepping in a dried white crusty puddle near the bed. Hell, the entire scene was overwhelming. Having only

heard

Zenna touching herself before, seeing it all on display now exceeded even his highest expectations.

With unfathomable rage coursing through him, Marcus was unable to force his teeth apart but still growled through them, "what have you... what is

this?"

he used both hands to motion across the lewd display in front of him.

Zenna's mouth lolled open to respond, yet there was not enough strength to force either her jaw or her tongue to move properly. More likely than not, the connection between her brain and her throat had been severed completely, and she could only creak out a pitiful gargle.

"Ahh, gaa? Gaaa?"

Marcus exhaled loudly as his mind tried unpacking the scene before his eyes. During his wilder days he had seen a highly sexually liberal society exist within Underhill, even participating in it himself before he met his true love. Even when the curse first became apparent, much of modern niceties surrounding sex and indecency were dropped for a period of time as people became desperate. But nothing could prepare him for this.

"Regardless of whatever the hell you did, I hope you have a good explanation. We need to get you cleaned up before..."

"By the

gods!"

came a voice from the doorway. Marcus recognized the voice as his life left his body, freezing his blood solid as he spun around.

The king and queen stood in the doorway, dressed up as if accepting foreign rulers into their palace. The queen shook in place with enough fury to cause an earthquake, and had her king not been by her side, she may have fallen over. A half-dozen guards stood in a semi-circle behind them, equally as exasperated. One man to the queen's left held his fist to his mouth in an effort to abstain from vomiting while the royal woman herself had both of her own hands covering most of her façade.

"My lord, I..." Marcus stopped speaking as the king threw up a hand, telling Marcus to hold his tongue.

Trinas looked left and right, scanning the room for any other abnormalities, but most everything seemed centralized to the centerpiece of the room -- the enormous bed piled high with bloated, sticky bodies. He moved slowly towards the scene until he was within a few feet of it while his eyes continued to boggle out of their sockets. The maids that had serviced his palace diligently for years were now nothing more than cum-covered fleshy balloons, all of them with bellies of women about to give birth to twins. Sienna was especially enormous, and looked overdue with... well, a whole litter. It was by sheer miracle none of them had ripped open by this point. Bringing his vision downward, he could just barely make out an incredibly beautiful but incredibly exhausted elf hopelessly buried under the mountain of flesh.

Trinas' mouth hung agape momentarily before the pungent smell caused him to recoil and cover his face with his cloak.

Gods above... this girl is a monster! How could Marcus bring this fiend into my kingdom!? And what the hell is between her... oh... holy.... gods, what have you done?

"Marcus! What is the meaning of this!?" the king screamed across the room without taking his attention off the scene before him. The racket being made by the visitors was beginning to rouse the maids as well and they stirred lightly. Although not as exhausted as the elf herself, each maid felt heavy and bloated. Looking around, Sienna, Talley, Fey, and Ain could make out each other's limbs in their peripheral vision, but could not dream of standing on their own under the weight of their own bellies.

With his hands shaking as if someone were about to shove a blade through his gullet, the knight uneasily answered, "m-my lord, I... I don't..."

"When I sent you away for this task, Marcus, I asked you to bring a savior to our kingdom, not some

thing

meant to fuck my maids into a coma! Look what this foul

creature

has done to my maids! This goes

beyond

simple disappointment, Throydill! This

beast

is a curse upon my land! If you have any sensibility left in you, I demand you to take this

monster

out of Underhill immediately!"

Trinas' words cut through Zenna's semi-conscious state like a blade, and her heart twisted in her chest. Her upper teeth gnashed into her lower lip as she tried and failed to make a comment.

"I am so sorry my lord, I don't know what to say. I..."

"Then do not say anything at all, Marcus. You and I will be exchanging words later, and that is even assuming we will ever be speaking again. I cannot be in the sight of this abomination any longer," his vision fell back on the bed -- or more specifically, the gorgeous woman he respected so greatly the night before. Trinas let the cloak fall from his face and parted his lips, as if snarling at her. Zenna felt as if someone were stabbing her body with a hundred daggers at once. Trinas very nearly ordered the men behind him to strike down the beast, but could not bear the already disgusting sight and held back.

"Someone clean this mess up immediately," said the king as he turned and left with his queen. She looked back over her shoulder once more with a tear streaming from each eye. Two of his knights followed the royal pair, but the rest dropped their weapons and descended upon the bed.

Working in teams of two, they extracted each of the overblown maids and placed them on various couches and chairs among the master suite, eventually leaving only Zenna herself remaining among a sea of dried spunk. Normally, each maid would easily be carriable by one strong man, but with the elf's seed stored within them, they now felt as if trying to carry full grown men. Still, each man present treated Sienna and her friends with the utmost respect -- as if they were the hapless victims of some horrific attack. Despite this, some of the knights would occasionally gag at the sight or smell of this situation, or if they were unfortunate enough to touch a piece of white crust.

"Disgusting creature..." one of them mumbled as he and Zenna met eyes. He flicked some cum off his wrist and it slapped into the elf's belly.

It was only as the men moved the maids away from her that the elf saw that not only was Sienna bloated, but all

four

of them. Although her mind may still have been frazzled, one thing was certain -- she only remembers penetrating Sienna, not the other three.

H-how...? How could they be just like Sienna...? When did they... oh... no... w-wait... did they...? While I was asleep!? No! No! How! How could they! I fainted, and they just kept on using me! They used me! I was attacked! H-help! Help! Help! Somebody HELP ME!

she panicked internally, causing her body to vibrate in place as she willed herself to run away from all this, yet nothing happened.

Even though he saw her visibly

shaking

with terror, the knight made no comment. If anything, Marcus did his best to avoid making eye contact with the elf who desperately needed his protection. Without explanation, she began sobbing from both eyes as her mouth continued to gag. He could stand to look at her no longer and spun around to see the other men wiping themselves off with towels as they grumbled about having to deal with this. They began wandering over to Marcus as a group, with one of them screaming every obscenity in the book when his boot fell into a puddle of spunk. It took everything the man had to not throw his disheveled shoe straight into the elf's face. Still, they all glared at Marcus, who spun back to the quivering elf.

"Let's get her up," Marcus spoke, moving towards Zenna's feet. Two of the guards grabbed each side of her torso and

yanked

her from the bed as if trying to save her from drowning on it. Each had to resort to using both arms on the unexpectedly heavy girl as they began manhandling her as quickly as they could. She tried to protest the sudden movement as she was on the verge of retching, but still found her mouth malfunctioning. They moved the elf towards the bathtub which was already in the process of filling.

Disgusted at having to touch the hideous creature, both knights who grabbed her torso dropped her into the tub the moment her body crossed over its edge. Her head collided with the tub's wall, causing her to cry out in agonizing pain when her skull bounced against the porcelain. Marcus scolded the knights who had dropped her torso, having a modicum more respect for her than they did. Neither man made a comment as they beelined their way out of the guest chambers. The dried cum across the elf's body fell from her skin in chunks and discolored the once-clean bathwater. Zenna nearly got a concussion from hitting the tub so violently, but at the very least it caused her mind to start shutting down again so she could sleep through the mounting pain.

The last sight her eyes captured before they closed was Marcus Throydill's face of pure regret.

"Get some rest. You're going to need it," was all the knight said before following the other men out of the room. Zenna faded from consciousness.

...

Hours later, the woman emerged from her short coma to find herself still submerged in the now-cooled water. It had taken on a milky-white sheen with the cum that had fallen off her while she slept. Some of her strength had returned, but a knot at the base of her skull sent needles down her nerves. The skin near it felt as if someone threw a stone at the back of her head, or as if some horrible tumor had sprouted next to her brain. Zenna eventually worked up the courage to stand, feeling light-headed at first but quickly recovering. Crossing her legs over the side of the tub, she reached for a towel and finished cleaning her body off. Drying her genitals was a painful experience, the skin nearly red and rubbed raw. Seeing it beaten and nearly bruised

should

have made her happy, almost as if her cock were on the receiving end of a punishment. Yet, she felt saddened as if she were comforting an abused friend.

So now you know what it feels like too, huh?

she thought, rubbing her hand softly across her cock's base,

how it feels to be beaten? How it feels to know pain? How it feels... to be me? I guess in that respect... you and I are the same now, huh?

the elf spoke to her body, yet it did not answer her.

Satisfied she was dry, Zenna rounded the barrier that separated the bathroom from the bedroom. She saw the bed was still a mushy mess, buried all in white, with even some of the floor being covered by puddles. The maids who were resting on the couches and chairs were no longer there. The sunlight streaking across the balcony told her it was early afternoon while the entire room was starting to reek of her expel. Had she any water left in her body, her tears would be spewing across her face in reaction to how she destroyed the guest quarters. Still, she quivered at its sight, disgusted that she had done such a despicable act.

Oh... why... how could I... do such a thing...? I truly am... what they say I am... a monster...

Feeling vulnerable that she was naked, Zenna rummaged through the closet until she found something that was

remotely

close to confining her form. The green cloak barely even passed as clothing -- given how stretched out it was, one would have thought it had shrunk multiple times in the wash. Her bust stood taut against the fabric and her lower body contested heavily with the baggy pants. The bulge in her pants was prominent enough that anyone would notice it if they looked long enough, and her penis screamed as if the dress she wore were made of barbs. Unable to offer it any comfort, Zenna looked around the room once more and was nearly knocked over by the imaginary voices that shouted at her, disgusted the little elf had committed countless sins in these four walls. She could take no more and fell out into the hallway.

With patient steps she meandered forward with no clear destination in mind, yet anything was better than the hellhole that was her room. Quiet as a mouse, she passed Marcus' room without daring to look inside.

"Hold it," came a booming, commanding voice that immediately made her obey its orders.

Marcus lumbered out of the dark room with a look of disappointment on his face. Zenna took to shuddering and tried to hide her face behind her baby blue strands. She tensed her body for the knight's fist to come out and send her sprawling as a punishment, yet it never came. Hardly even bothering to look at her, Marcus turned and stomped away from her.

"Come," he said coldly, not even bothering to make eye contact with his slave. She followed without question.

After traversing down the many staircases, the pair entered the main hall which was only occupied by a handful of souls adorning the two massive tables which had been cleaned thoroughly from the night before. Everyone idly ate away at their lunches and the royal pair were absent. Zenna felt as if everyone in the hall knew about her now -- but not for the best of reasons. None commented as they passed, but eyes were felt burning into her back. She imagined the king ranting and raving through the palace, telling everyone in earshot that there was a monster in their midst. Her ears filled with the mob's screams as they came at her, torches and spears at the ready.

Marcus led them to random seats on the table and sat without bothering to pull out a chair for the lady. She stared at his back for a moment.

"Sit down."

"I... I don't..."

"Now."

Zenna nearly fell over as she tremored, but she obeyed and took a seat next to him.

The pair sat in silence for minutes on end until a small, gaudy man brought out a plate of food for each of them. Although it smelled heavenly and Zenna felt her stomach grumble, she stared at it for a few minutes before eating. Each bite may as well have been poisoned, yet she soldiered on through her guilt. Agonizingly, both of them worked on their plates as if the meals upon them were their last before meeting the executioner's block. The overactive elven imagination fully expected his steak knife to become buried in her gullet at any moment.

Marcus set down his utensils after finishing his own meal and put his forehead on his arms. His elbows held his head up as he stared into the table. With a sigh, he began speaking.

"I don't even know where to begin with you. I truly do not."

Pausing her arm as the fork was halfway up to her mouth, Zenna gulped out, "d-did I get you in trouble?"

"I have been in trouble before, Zenna."

"But that's not what I..."

"Be quiet, you need to listen."

Feeling as if she would not be heard, she turned and leaned into him, "n-no! I..."

He turned and stared at her with nearly diabolical intent, causing her voice to lock up entirely. She whimpered a bit, awaiting his next words. Marcus could see what little strength she had fleeing out of her red eyes.

"You were supposed to be presented to my king... professionally. I don't know how you wrangled those girls into your bed, but you have to know how that makes me look, right? You heard Trinas yourself. I have never seen him that enraged, at least since he first found out his kingdom was under a curse. Count it as a blessing that you made it out of your room alive."

Unexpectedly, his mouth twisted into a smile, "although I was terrified of him for a moment, I do have to hand it to you. Trinas is the calmest man I know -- getting such a rise out of him is an accomplishment unto itself. Normally, I would be proud of that."

But then the smile dissipated as he stared at her again; her eyes seemed a bit cooler than the inferno they normally burn with.

"That does not mean you are off the hook. You have much to answer for now."

"But I..."

"...better have a good answer. Think before you speak here. This is important."

Zenna paused for a moment before continuing, taking to rubbing the knot growing on her skull. It was by sheer miracle she had not been concussed.

"The maids, they... one of them saw me earlier... saw

it,

and... told her friends, who..."

"Get to the point," he responded, his harshness bristling.

"I was asleep. Those girls... came to me, not the other way around. I tried to protest, but..."

"...but it felt good? You didn't want it to stop, did you?"

Dropping her utensils suddenly, Zenna stared at her unfinished meal with her appetite being swallowed by her fear. She lowered her head to rest upon the table, throbbing as her face reflected the discomfort it caused. Marcus watched her twitch against the wooden surface with her fingers digging into her baby blue locks. He knew she was about to start sobbing again and decided to put a cork in that before she got the chance to wallow.

"Answer me right this moment; you are beyond the point where you can expect my patience."

Whimpering and burying her face deeper in the table, she gagged out, "s-sure..."

"Well, that's good," Marcus interrupted.

All at once every system in Zenna's being halted as if she sneezed. Her fingers stopped twitching. Her head stopped throbbing. Her legs did not bang together under the table. Even her heart felt as if it was no longer beating. Twisting her façade away from the table, she looked at Marcus with pleading wet eyes through a gap in her arm.