Note: This might be triggering, I dunno, anyone with unhealthy sexual experiences may want to skip this one...
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Aro and Trysh'alia stood before the tall circular gate of smooth stone with deep, intricate markings twisting and bending around it. Aro rested his hands on the pommel of his silver longsword, the hot elf beside him fumbling with her hands. Her long, bleached blonde hair glowed brightly in the morning light, and hung loose, bending over her shoulders and draping over her robe covered back and the curve of her full, fat ass.
"Remember Trysh, no acting. If you fake anything that waste of life will know and the temple will be the least if your worries." he spun around and placed his hands on her firm shoulders, softly massaging the soft silk of the robes she wore as her stepped close enough to have her oversized bust press onto the thick leather plates of his armour "If anything goes wrong, I'll protect you with my life. Run back the way we come and use the portal to come back here. Ara will take care of you and I'm sure you can figure out what to do from there..." He looked deep into her eyes, desperate to keep his manly body under control in reaction to her huge natural tits rubbing against his chest. "But nothing will go wrong. As long as I'm there everything will go fine. Ok?" He smiled, which in turn made her smile. He quickly leant forward and placed a kiss on her cheek, making sure to get as close to her plump lips as possible.
Trysh gasped and felt her entire body light up. Her knees wobbled, and her cheeks burned heavily, so hot that Aro could feel the heat on her pale, soft skin. "Oooh kayyyy..." She sighed weakly, mind trying to comprehend that she felt his lips on her skin. The gate beside them clicked and a brilliant purple light laced around the markings; the gate before them filled with purple light. Trysh looked to it, she had been though these gates before. They can teleport anyone to another gate of their choice, but the time in the fourth dimension ran differently to their physical plane of existence. Passing through the gate and waking across the kingdom to it would take the same time, even though passing through the gate would feel like an instant. Faster than a blink even. She took his hand, biting her lip as he clutched it back. Together they stepped through the gate, and light embraced them.
The twosome emerged from the other side of the portal. The elf took a moment to reorient herself in space, grateful that she had Aro to hold on to so she would not collapse from the short spout of dizziness she always felt going through one of those portals. She leant into Aro's strong arm and clung to the exposed sleeve she had ripped off tightly. Aro clearly welcomed it, as the back of his hand casually stroked her exposed thigh that slipped out of the slits of her robes. He had gotten far more daring in his acts to lay his hands upon her, an act which she found endearing as much as she found it overwhelmingly arousing.
Once they adjusted, they both took a moment to look around. It was definitely the capital. The wild morning gold flowers blooming in the surrounding field were indigenous to the region, there was some special magic about the soil that caused them to grow that colour. Trysh was expecting to exit on a well-established road seeing as they just went through a public portal from a town square to the nation's capital, but aside from the bell tower rising just above the horizon the only sign that the city is that way is a small footpath worn into the ground.
"Well, this is odd portal placement." She said after shaking the last of the dizziness from her head. Unless there was an underground cave or tunnel system beneath them, Trysh couldn't begin to imagine any other place around suitable for the Rippers' base.
"Well then, where to now?" She asked curiously, nonchalantly pulling his strong arm between her soft, braless tits to rub against him.
"This way." Aro replied seriously whilst he started to walk at a brisk pace, faster than any usual walk, one which a shorter woman such as his curvy companion would need to skip every once in a while, to keep up. Which she did, his pace worried her, but she kept her hand on his, and hurried to keep up with him.
As he led her closer to the foothills he stopped at the spilt path, one lead west, to the land of the elves; Eifland. The place Trysh once called home. Where the Temple of Vernande sat. Going that way would be suicide, Aro only guessed that her face would be all over the towns and cities...But even so...A land filled with women as well built as Trysh sounded like heaven for him. Instead, he tugged on her and pulled her in the direction of the eastward road. They continued in silence, Trysh had a growing look of concern over her face as Aro quickly diverted down a man-made dirt path. Their feet shuffled and stepped over exposed roots of trees and dense golden shrubbery. Eventually they came across a sheltered area in which a vine and nature swallowed building stood ominously, hidden from the sunlight. He slowed down approaching the moss-covered metal door with broad shoulders and a scowl on his face.
"Aro..." Trysh started worriedly.
"I'm begging you Trysh. No matter what I say, or what happens to you in there...You have to trust me. Nothing will go too far. Just...please. I need your full support." He slammed his balled-up fist against the mossy door four times, and roughly pulled himself away from her which she pouted at.
"You saved my life in the forest yesterday...well I guess a few days passed when we went through the portal...But...Aro. I trust you with all my heart. Vernande wills me to stay devoted to you, to trust you fully. And I still hold you to that promise of being indebted to me, I'm already thinking of the possibilities of having a handsome...Strong human at my beck and call." She winked and instantly wiped her cheeky expression on her face when she saw how intimidating Aro looked. It was a face he had not pulled until now. It was scary...She assumed it came from the obvious Orcish bloodline he came from. The size of his cock, and how dominant he was with Arabella confirmed that to her.
The rectangular peep slide on the iron door slipped open, and two beady bloodshot eyed lingered on Aro with surprise.
"Aro?! Fuuuuck man it's been months! Bet you've been looking for a right good bitch huh? Well, let's see her. If I think she's good enough I'll let you collect your pay from the boss in person!" His voice was raspy, and slurred with a drunken twist. The smell Trysh had begun to take in made her gag. Alcohol, piss, and sex wafted from the peephole. Aro neglected to respond, only stepped back and roughly grasped Trysh by her tight bicep and violently trusted her into the iron door. Her body crashed against it as she yelped with surprise, and a sharp dagger of fear stabbing her tight back.
"This one good?" He asked in a voice which made Trysh swoon, so gruff and fearless, she thought. But it wasn't the voice of the man she wanted... Was that all just an act? Or was this some elaborate way to get her to this point...Was Ara in on it too? Was her affection misplaced? Her breathing quickened, pushing herself back to face the gross eyes. Feeling the eyes undress her with a lecherous stare that made her skin crawl. With every passing second her stomach sank lower and lower, the smell overwhelming her senses. She covered her heavy bust with her arm as she looked to the ground.
"God fuckin' damn! Now she's a damn looker, got me all hard just lookin' at her. What's your name baby?" Trysh clutched her chest harder.
"Say your fucking name." Aro spat. She cried out and held back the tears.
"T-T-Tysh'alia Everlove!" she wept. Her emotions rocked her, she felt betrayed. The first man she wanted...The man she gave up her life-long beliefs for, was he just a disgusting brute who just wanted to sell her for money?
"A shy one, eh? We'll fix that right up." The peephole on the door slid shut and the sound of several latches being unlocked rattled in her now drooping ears. As the door swung open the acrid smell hit her, she wanted to vomit over the floor, and the gross looking man emerging from the smoke-filled darkness only made things worse. He had black hair oiled and slicked back and five 'o' clock shadow growing over a pock marked face. He was dressed in light leather armour with a sword at his hip but one arm missing at the elbow. Behind him was a bar and several tables set up with a handful of people drinking and gambling. It wasn't even noon yet.
He stepped forward to get a better look at the elf. "Fucking hell, fuckin do a twirl baby, bet you're a fuckin freak with men. Hell, if we're lucky the boss will let us boys have you all at once." She stood paralyzed, visibly trembling. "Oh, come on baby. You don't like the idea of so many guys at once? We got a few knife ears who take it happily." He reached forward with his one arm to her face, but was stopped just as his fingertips brushed her chin. Aro gripped his wrist and held him back.
"No touching. She's for the boss." He spoke. Roughly Aro nudged her forward with hard, violent pushes which expelled heartbroken whimpers from her, getting inside the shady establishment. The guard licked his cracked lips as Tryshs' assets bounced wildly as they passed.
The door clanged behind them. The darkness surrounded Trysh'alia. Eyes were upon her, worse than they would when she would be in public. These eyes were all from unclean men, gross men that had a bare-naked woman on their bodies. Some openly sucked their cocks, others received hand jobs. The loud, sexual moans from women getting fucked on the floor or the tables was the only source of music that filled the large, disgusting room. Some Ripper grunts finished in or on the women, and moved onto another girl who had just been broken roughly. Trysh took note of the pink glows in each woman's' eyes, and sensed it to be something familiar...
The cat calls and lecherous statements came as her natural sway of her birthing hips passed the uncomfortable scene. Those that were without fully naked women of all shapes and colours made a reach for her, some tugging at the robes and silky blonde hair. Each one where penalised by the higher ups of the gang. They knew that this was a personal gift for the boss.
"Boss hired me to get him another wife. Said he wanted one all shy and nervous. Told me he liked watching them squirm when the toys come out..." Aro spoke loudly. Some laughs erupted, then some feminine giggles.
