**This story is set in a high-fantasy world. All the main characters have standard human anatomy, though they are unusually robust to physical damage. And possibly overly endowed. There is also a lot of (C)NC. Have fun!**
Soren was her compliment. This cycle he would embody the Darkness, and she the Light. They held each other in balance, waxing and waning, as their powers pressed against each other.
Today was to be the coronation ceremony.
For one of them anyway.
Of course they would take turns, but each coronation started with a battle, and each battle was fought till the edge of endurance and sanity. Even though for eons the outcome seemed writ in stone: Every year the other compliment would win and ascend, to rule till the next coronation ceremony. They might as well pass the crown around for how predictable the outcome was. But that is not how balance was kept -- Their forebears executed these traditions flawlessly, and so would they.
And this cycle was destined to go to the Light.
So Vera gathered her vestments in preparation for the coronation battle. Yet when she opened the protective casing of the Vial of Life, she found its glow had dimmed to a mere wisp of Light. She quickly took it out of the box and inspected it with her magic sense.
Yes, she confirmed, somehow the Vial of Life had become depleted...
Luckily, there were still five hours till the start of the ceremony. Her best chance lay in visiting the magical forest where the Vial could be replenished. The creatures there were dangerous, but some would volunteer a sliver of their life force to help the Light win and stay in balance with the Dark. Of course, some would also obstruct her. Not that that was of much concern to her. None even remotely possessed a fraction of her power -- Light manifests the essence of protection, so any creature who dare harm her would scarcely live to regret it.
Thus she set out to the ancient forest as quickly as her now far-diminished powers would allow. Her dress was strikingly formal for the expedition as she had been preparing for the day's ritual battle. Her shimmering robe shifted from pearlescence to a chameleonic blend letting her fade into the background. While her slender silver tiara rested upon her head and gleaming pearls decorated her intricate braid.
Overall she made a royal and majestic presence as she approached the dark forest. Absent-mindedly she slipped the rope strung through the Vial of Life around her neck as she scanned for enemies and friends alike. The Vial dangled dimly between her breasts.
Now to find creatures of Light to help her in her plight: unicorns and fairies, or maybe even a kindly elf.
Yet she took nary five steps into the darkness of the forest, before she already smelled the foul stench of the orcs. She braced herself, knowing she had to accept the first blow for her powers to activate.
Yet no blow came...
Instead nine orcs surrounded her silently, menacingly.
She wasn't sure what to think of the stand off till someone grabbed her from behind and deftly tied her hands behind her back. One large hand pulled at her gown, and it tore off in a single motion, only leaving the Vial of Life shining dimly between her now bare breasts.
Still her powers did not activate. She had not been harmed yet.
It is known that it is easy to capture the Light, but impossible to imprison it against her will. Even if anyone tried to hold her without harming her, she could simply phase through any material with a thought.
Thus she was confident in her unparalleled power, and waited for the first blow to allow her to unleash it on the orcs. Or maybe they would lock her in a cage, and she would simply walk away.
Yet nothing of the sort happened.
Instead, she was lifted off the ground by huge hands that pressed into the crooks of her legs. She felt her back being pushed up against a rough chest, the rhythmic breathing of the giant orc gently swaying her up and down. Her legs were spread apart now, her ass and pussy on display for all to see, her chest pushed forward and she had to curve her back to make place for her hands behind her back.
Hanging there as an uncomfortable sexual trophy for these animals, she felt nothing but shock and confusion. This wasn't a fight or any form of regular captivity she knew. Instead it felt like... they were toying with her -- for their amusement.
She was bringing them joy through her discomfort and her helplessness. They were doing what they wanted with no concern for her feelings or needs. It brought them a visceral joy that was almost palpable... A joy that sent shivers down her spine as she hung fully on display in front of eight pairs of gleaming eyes in the dark.
Until pain wiped all the thoughts from her mind.
A pain like tearing or ripping. Something splitting her apart. A pain that intensified with no release.
A pain she did not want to acknowledge.
