Author's Note: Thank you so much for the response to the first chapter! It inspired me to get this one out faster. I hope you like it.
Content warning: This story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Sage Serene of the Holy City of Thundastan sat alone in the middle of her practice field. She meditated with her legs crossed and eyes closed, in an attempt to center her being and clear her mind. Serene was the finest warrior in Tiranea. She had spent all of her twenty-five years in rigorous training so that when the Dark Lord inevitably returned, she would be ready to destroy him before he conquered Tiranea as he had done in the Age of Legends. Serene was known as a fair and just ruler, but her personality was closed off. She had no time for emotional attachments if she was to become the perfect weapon.
The Sage of Thundastan was tall and slender, almost willowy, but extremely fit. Years of training her body had given her wiry, corded muscle and an incredibly toned physique. She wore the traditional green uniform of Thundastann warriors, a military jacket and trousers which, though somewhat conservative, were flatteringly cut for the Sage's figure. Serene's breasts were medium-sized and swelled gently beneath her outfit. Her straight, dark brown hair was cut shoulder-length and held in a tight ponytail. Despite years of harsh physical discipline, Serene had relatively few scars, and her face was attractive and shapely, though her mouth was usually set in a severe frown.
Footsteps on the practice ground caught her attention, and Serene jumped up into a crouched position. At the other end of the practice field, a stranger had appeared. The newcomer, a petite young woman by the looks of her, was walking idly about the circumference of the circular field. She wore a tight black bodysuit with a purple scarf tied around her waist. Her hair was tied in a long brack braid which ended with a silver ring. The woman's skin was an exotic shade of tan, marking her as foreign to Tiranea.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" demanded Serene. She felt her anger bubbling up. No one was to disturb her while she meditated.
"Apologies, Your Reverence," said the stranger. Her voice was low and throaty. She continued walking as she spoke, not even looking at Serene. "I know you come here to train in private. You've been training all your life, haven't you? Well, so have I. I've gotten very good at sneaking around. Your guards won't even know I was here."
The young woman finally stopped her pacing and looked at Serene. She had dark purple eyes. Serene's warrior's intuition was finely tuned, and while she didn't possess Loralee's Gift of Comprehension, she knew danger when she saw it. There was something sinister about this stranger.
Serene stood and drew her straight sword from the scabbard she always wore. It was a finely forged weapon, sharp on both edges, and she had defeated countless enemies with it or one like it. She fell into a fighting stance which was as familiar as her own heartbeat.
"Oh, it's a fight you want, eh?" said the stranger, smiling. "Very well."
"You would fight me unarmed?" asked Serene, wary of the girl's irreverent demeanor.
"Oh, I've got a weapon," laughed the stranger. "And I'll show it to you when the time is right. Come on, let's see what you can do."
The girl fell into an unorthodox unarmed fighting stance, one not used in Tiranea for ages. Serene was confused, but she had an obviously crushing advantage with her blade. She had no pity for this strange woman. One did not provoke the Sage of Thundastan if one wasn't prepared to die.
Serene dashed towards her opponent. The girl stood her ground and waited for Serene to close the distance between them. The Sage advanced swiftly and aimed a deadly chop at the stranger's midsection. The foreigner spun away like a dancer. She leaped acrobatically into the air and kicked Serene in the chest, making the Sage stumble backwards and nearly fall. Her ribs throbbed from the blow.
"You're quick, Your Reverence," said the stranger with a laugh. "I would expect nothing less from the Sage of Thundastan. But I've been training far longer than you have."
"Who are you?" hissed Serene, angry and confused.
"Pleased to meet you," said the girl, and she gave a flourish and a bow. "I am Zerase Veronee Amateria, heir to Dark Lord Dragomere the Womb Crusher. Where I'm from, they call me the Darkspawn."
"Dragomere!" cried Serene. Now she noticed the purple triskelion tattoo on Zerase's neck, the Mark of Dragomere. "You're the Dark Lord's child?"
"That's right!" said Zerase, clapping her hands together happily. "I've returned to Tiranea to undo the injustice inflicted on my illustrious father by your whore ancestors." She untied the purple scarf around her waist and let it flutter to the ground, revealing an obscene bulge in the crotch of her bodysuit. "I inherited his most powerful weapon, and I already used it to fuck your friend Loralee's brains out. Your womb is next, Your Reverence."
"Loralee!" said Serene with disbelief. Her scholarly friend had been the wisest among them. If she had been defeated by the Darkspawn, it was a serious blow to Tiranea. She tightened her grip on her sword. "You monster! I'll end your life here and now, for the Empress!"
Serene's Gift was Illusion. As a warrior, it gave her enormous advantages. She could disguise herself as someone else, or create objects as distractions. She could even create doubles of herself. All of her Illusions were solid, though they disappeared into vapor if punctured or if she herself were incapacitated. The Gift had made her matchless in battle, even when she was vastly outnumbered.
The Darkspawn was just one more foe to conquer. She used her Gift of Illusion to summon seven separate illusions of herself. It was the most she could manage, and required an enormous amount of concentration, but no enemy could withstand such an onslaught.
The eight Serenes - seven plus the real one - circled Zerase, who stood passively in the center. The Serenes ran faster and faster, utilizing the uncanny agility the Sage had trained her whole life to achieve, until the real Serene had been lost among the illusions. Each Serene held a deadly sword, and each knew how to use them. This Darkspawn, unarmed and completely helpless, had been a fool to challenge her.
All eight Serenes struck at once, darting in to deliver the deathblow. But suddenly, Zerase moved with lightning speed towards one of the eight, and with a flourish too fast to follow, delivered a punch to that Serene's gut. She had somehow identified the real one!
All the air was knocked from Serene's chest, and her illusions disappeared in a puff of smoke. She fell to the ground, wheezing. Zerase darted forward and put a hand on the warrior Sage's forehead. With the Darkspawn's touch, all of Serene's energy leaked away, and she slumped weakly into the dirt of the training field. For a moment she had the strangest vision of a massive purple eye gazing into her soul. Then it was gone.
"How?" gasped the Sage of Thundastan. "How could you see through my Illusion?"
"Before today, I'm not sure I could have," replied Zerase with a wicked smirk. "But as it happens, I helped myself to Loralee's Gift of Comprehension. It lets me take in all available information and process it instantaneously. With that, it was easy enough to see the small imperfections in your clones. I must say, that Gift of Illusion is a terrifying power. I'm getting excited thinking about what I can do with it!"
Sure enough, the bulge in Zerase's bodysuit was getting more prominent. The Darkspawn seemed frantic as she peeled the fabric off her shoulders and rolled the thin material down over her smallish breasts, revealing erect pink nipples. Next she wrestled the fabric over the straining bulge, and a massive erection popped free. Serene gasped. The Darkspawn had a tremendous cock, and it was still only half-erect. There were four identical golden cock rings around the shaft, starting from the base, and they were all inscribed with eldritch runes. The rings seemed to swell and grow along with her hardening cock.
Zerase sighed in relief and stroked her hands over the rapidly-inflating, golden-ringed tool, until it was as hard as steel. Fully erect, her unholy cock was nine inches long, two inches in diameter, and a deep red color. It throbbed visibly, and a droplet of black precum beaded at its tip.
"You monster!" hissed Serene. "You'll never take my Gift!"
"Oh, but I will! My Dark Touch has rendered you powerless to resist my attentions. It also let me see into your mind and peek at your deepest, most hidden urges. Be honest with yourself, Serene: isn't being thoroughly beaten in combat and savagely fucked out by a stronger opponent your ultimate fantasy?"
"No!" protested the Sage, but she couldn't fight a growing warmth in her loins. Serene's dedication to her martial prowess had consumed her life. She was unmarried and childless because she had so far not found a man worthy of fathering her children. The Sage of Thundastan had to be the perfect warrior, and that meant that her partner must be a paragon of strength and virility.
It was well-known in Thundastan that the first man who defeating Serene in combat would be the one she married. Men were invited to challenge her at any time of day, in any place, in the hopes of besting the Sage. But so far, her rigorous training had prepared her for every comer.
Prepared her too well, in fact. She dreamed of a man strong enough to defeat her, conquer her, and finally, when her resistance was broken down completely, thoroughly fuck her tight body. As it was, no man she'd met so far was up to the task. A handful of her more handsome and formidable opponents had been permitted to put their modest cocks inside her, but Serene was
always
on top, and none were worthy of ejaculating inside her.
