Warning: This is a very dark story containing many disturbing themes such as noncon, humiliation, degradation, corruption, sexual slavery, misogyny, sadomasochism and more. Do not read this story unless you are okay with extreme content relating to the listed themes.
I do not condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. Sexual fantasies can be a fun and safe way to explore fetishes but always treat real people with respect. Fantasize responsibly. ^^
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Anthony knelt by his intoxicated daughter's side and reached out to comfort her before withdrawing his hand in disgust. Sperm painted her head to toe. "This isn't a brothel," he repeated, voice loud. "You're breaking the laws of the Silken City."
"The princess owes coin," Dread said calmly. "She's paying off her debt the only way a whore can."
"This is beyond evil," the king said, lip curling in his rage. Guards flanked the betrayer. "Even for you."
"There are no laws in the outer district beyond my whims," Dread said. "This is perfectly legal in the Dark Lands. You have no right to be here. Is this an invasion? A declaration of war?"
"Let us talk outside," Anthony said. He put a cloak around his daughter's shoulders and helped her rise. The princess stumbled before catching herself on a pillar.
Dread didn't know what the king was planning, but he didn't mind engaging his hated enemy. The advantage was his. Anthony tried ushering his daughter from the tavern, but Dread called out.
"She is mine," he said, voice hard. "She stays here. Or do you violate the terms of our contract? I would be happy to take the other districts."
The king snarled at Dread but acquiesced. "Fine."
Dread followed the betrayer king, pushing through the line of men waiting to fill Aelodi's holes, and stepped out into the outer district square. The night air carried a mild breeze, and stars twinkled in the clear skies overhead.
The line of men, and even some women, waiting to use Aelodi now stretched out of sight down the main boulevard of the outer district. Anthony waited with planted feet, surrounded by his guards, and he pointed a finger at Dread as the mage king entered the square.
"Kill the mongrel king!" the king shouted.
The guards parted to let three distinctive warriors through. A hulking man wearing heavy helmet-to-boot plate advanced on Dread with an enormous hammer braced against his shoulder. A wiry, hooded assassin applied oil to his dagger with a gloved hand. The blade sizzled and glowed green as the trained killer broke into a silent run. The third wore a red, yellow, and white cloak bearing the bright insignia of the golden sun church. A paladin. Under the cloak, golden chainmail appeared bronze in the low light. A chime hung from one hand while a flail dangled at his other side.
Anthony spared no gold in hiring these mercenaries. Their smooth movements and skilled stances told Dread they were a step above anything Anthony sent his way thus far.
Viyana advanced on the mercenaries, blade held ready, but Dread reached out and caught her arm. No doubt, his shade could cleave through these men without breaking a sweat, but he wanted to destroy them himself.
"Stand down, Viyana," he said. "I would face them on my own."
Viyana's face took on a stubborn cast but she nodded and eased away.
Dread strode forward, embracing Vakiir. Bloodthirst pumped lava hot blood through his veins as the god of rage roared in his mind's eye. An abundant crowd of outer district citizens watched the confrontation in a loose circle around them.
The wiry assassin lunged towards him from behind and Dread wheeled around. Flames enveloped the mage king, and as the dagger darted towards him, the nimbus of blazing heat roared. The blade melted and dripped off the handle, burning the assassin's hand. Staring in horror at his dissolving limb, the assassin screamed.
Dread caught the man's head in one hand and directed the flow of demonic rage between his fingers. Blinding red light shone from behind the man's eyes, sending out orange-red beams as his eyes melted, and an inferno burst from the man's depths to reduce his form to cinders.
A clear, melodious note rang out as the golden sun paladin flicked his chime. Bonds of radiant gold manifested around Dread, a loose collection of gleaming chains. The blinding links snapped tight, trapping his arms against his midsection.
Heavy metal boots pounded the earth as the hulk charged Dread, lifting his giant hammer to crush the mage king's skull.
"Master!" Elaxia cried. "Viyana, help him!"
Dread sank deeper into Vakiir's volcanic embrace and a vibrant red tint colored his vision. His muscles bulged, engorged by Vakiir's influence, and the golden bonds cracked before shattering. The mage king threw himself to the side as the hammer came down. A crunch followed him as the hammer's imposing head fractured the street.
Bestial hatred consumed Dread. A drawn, guttural growl formed in his throat as molten blood pounded in his ears. The mage king launched himself at the large, heavily armored man from all fours, howling with an unhinged desire for bloodshed. The hulking warrior was strong, but slow. Too sluggish to defend himself from Dread's frenzied leap.
The mage king's hand touched the man's thick plate and heat exploded from his fingertips. Five bright orange dots formed on the well-made plate growing in size as heat consumed metal, and the hulk cursed. The warrior's hands worked frantically to try to remove the armor but the igneous white-hot spots were cauterizing to the man's skin. The whole of his plate glowed white hot and the man's flesh caught fire. He collapsed in a smoldering pile of liquid metal and bone.
The chime rang out again, clear and sharp, and a golden ray struck Dread across the face. The mage king stumbled back, spitting out blood, but the injury didn't register in his inflamed mind. He scampered forward in response, galloping forward on all fours, snarling as his hand transformed into a wicked claw. He swiped at the paladin's chainmail and metal links parted as easily as butter. Blood sprayed in the air and Dread enjoyed the coppery scent in his highly sensitive nose. A long tongue lolled out of his mouth to taste the spray.
The final mercenary fell in a growing red puddle. Dread wheeled around in a squat, red-eyed gaze flicking over the crowd. The citizens backed away slowly. He wanted to bite, slice and slash until they were all dead. Vakiir's victorious shout rattled his mind and his muscles flexed, ready to launch himself forward and rip through the crowd with his teeth.
Dread wrenched back control and banished the god of rage from his mind. He stood slowly, back creaking, and his vision returned to normal. The aura of fire encasing him shrank before winking out. He breathed heavily, registering a stinging pain on one cheek, and turned to face Anthony.
The betrayer king took an involuntary step back from Dread, terror plain on his wizened face.
"You are not even a man," Anthony breathed. "You are a demon."
"I am what I need to be," Dread said.
The line of people waiting to fuck Aelodi became an enormous crowd. The folks in the front surged closer as Dread regained his self control and they no longer feared death. The common folk witnessed the spectacle of two kings facing off in the square. Many eagerly watched the confrontation between old ruler and new.
"Do you not care for the fate of your soul?" Anthony asked, face pale. "You have sacrificed your very humanity. And for what? Revenge?"
"Bring out the princess," Dread called. He directed his words at Elaxia, who watched on with awestruck, pink eyes. His enchantress nodded and sauntered off.
"This can not continue," Anthony pleaded. "You cannot treat a daughter of the throne in such a debasing manner!"
Dread grinned lazily. "I agree. It's unfair to treat only one of your daughters this way. If you will only deliver sweet Myla and Nera to me, I'd be happy to do the same to them."
Murmurs passed through the watching crowd. Anthony flinched. "You will never have them," he snapped. "You god forsaken bastard."
