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Content warning: This story contains futa on female, cum inflation, transformation, and scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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In the Holy City of Garland, Sage Elneeka considered her next move. A complicated position lay on the Conquest board before her. Her pieces were completely surrounded by that of her opponent, and the board appeared to be completely lost for Elneeka. However, appearances could be deceiving. Elneeka was the most brilliant tactician of the Sages of Tiranea, and the Conquest Champion for ten years running. Her pieces only appeared trapped. In actuality, this was all part of her plan. Although Elneeka lacked Sage Loralee's Gift of Comprehension, once she had taken the time to read a position, her judgment was almost never wrong.
With a smug smile, Elneeka moved her white eagle across the board and in a single move threatened the black lion. Mobility was the greatest advantage any fighting force could have, and the eagle, though weak, could travel across the entire board. Now there was nothing left to stop Elneeka from capturing the black lion and winning the game.
"Not again!" moaned Elneeka's opponent. "I thought I finally had you that time."
Sitting across from Elneeka was Sage Trista of Paradel. The two made an unlikely pair: Elneeka was the oldest of the Five Sages, at almost fifty, while Trista was the youngest, at just eighteen. Nevertheless, the two were very close friends, and visited each other's cities as often as possible. Trista was an orphan, having inherited the title of Sage when her mother died, and so Elneeka, who had six children of her own, had become a sort of surrogate mother for the young girl.
"Always be suspicious," said Elneeka sagely. "And never underestimate your opponent. That's the lesson of this game."
"I'll get you next time!" promised Trista.
They were sitting in a secluded corner of the courtyard of Elneeka's palace in Garland. It was a pleasant spring day, perfect for playing Conquest outside. Elneeka, though the eldest to the Sages, didn't look her age at all. No one would have suspected that the knockout blonde with enormous tits and voluptuous hips was nearing fifty and had six children. Despite a few wrinkles around her eyes, and the very slightest droop to her generous breasts, the mature Sage looked much the same as she had at thirty. She wore a yellow dress with a neckline that swooped nearly to her navel, flaunting her spectacular cleavage. The tactician believed in putting enemies off guard with a distraction, and her fantastic tits had often suited the purpose.
Trista was a skinny young woman with curly red hair that went halfway down her back. The Sage of Pelador had fair skin, with a light dotting of freckles on her cheeks. She wore a sort of red jumpsuit, a one-piece outfit that hung loosely on her body, cinched with a slender belt at the waist. Trista had almost no breasts at all, and so she almost never wore anything underneath her outfit to support her breasts. As a result, her nipples poked through the chest of her clothing immodestly, but Trista, a bit of a tomboy and full of spunk, never paid it much mind. At only eighteen, Trista was still a bit naive about the ways of the world, so she was grateful to the experienced Elneeka for aid and guidance.
Just as they were clearing the board and preparing to reset the pieces, a sound nearby caught their attention. They sat under a gazebo in the courtyard, and nearby a potted plant had fallen from a pedestal and shattered on the cobblestones. Elneeka scanned the area, but saw no one nearby. Suddenly her tactician's mind kicked into gear. Always be suspicious, she'd told Trista...
Elneeka's weapon was the knife, good for close quarters and for throwing, and she always kept a few hidden in the folds of her skirts. Standing, the Sage drew a pair of daggers and gestured silently for Trista to be on the alert. The younger Sage nodded and retrieved her spear from where it rested against one of the gazebo's support pillars. Elneeka communicated with hand signals to Trista, indicating that they should fan out and be on the lookout for an attack.
Slowly, the pair of Sages stepped out from the shade of the gazebo, alert against any interlopers. The gazebo was in the middle of a secluded clearing with high hedge walls on every side, save for a single entrance. Pedestals in the clearing held various statues and adornments, but they were too narrow to hide behind. If an attacker was hiding in the clearing, then they had to be...
Elneeka heard movement from above and dove to one side just as a figure smashed into the dirt where she'd just been. She came up in a low crouch and hurled one of her knives instinctively. The mysterious attacker cartwheeled lithely out of the way, coming to a stop near one of the pedestals. Elneeka took a moment to size up the intruder. She was a petite girl with tan skin and a long black braid that hung down her back, ending in a silver circlet. This girl was pretty in an exotic sort of way, with smooth skin smallish breasts, and striking features. She wore a black bodysuit with a purple sash tied around the waist, but carried no weapon. Here eyes were purple, and there was a purple tattoo on her neck: a triskelion pattern that Elneeka recognized as the mark of Dragomere.
"Who are you?" asked Elneeka. She began to circle slowly, watching in her periphery as Trista did the same. They moved in practiced unison towards a more favorable position where they could flank the intruder. The two friends were formidable fighters in their own right, but together they fought with a flurry of coordinated attacks that left most opponents unable to keep up - except for Sage Serene, of course.
The stranger laughed, evidently greatly amused by the situation. "I'm just an unarmed slip of a girl," she said in a surprisingly low and husky voice. "Surely you two fierce Sages aren't thinking of ganging up on me?"
"That symbol on your neck," said Elneeka. "It's the Mark of Dragomere. Do you serve the Dark Lord?"
"Not quite," said the stranger with a smirk. "My name is Zerase Veronee Amateria, also known as the Darkspawn, and heir to Dragomere the Womb Crusher."
"The heir to Dragomere?" said Elneeka. She had never heard of such a thing, and had no base of knowledge to draw on for an opponent like this.
"Your ancestors tricked my illustrious father and sealed him away with their treacherous wombs. But my mother, Empress Amateria, protected me and raised me to be his successor. I mean to undo the first Sage's crimes against the Dark Lord. I've already defeated your friends Loralee and Serene, and the two of you are next."
"No!" cried Trista in her girlish voice. "That can't be true! Loralee and Serene would never be defeated so easily!"
"I'm not saying it was easy," said Zerase with a sniff. "I've waited and trained longer than you can imagine for this moment. My body is prepared to defeat you Sages one by one, and then after you, the Empress. It's only natural that I should succeed. But if you don't believe me..."
Zerase fell into a fighting stance, an odd unarmed combat form that hadn't been used in Tiranea for a long time. Elneeka wasn't sure what to make of this opponent, but she knew that a decisive attack was often the best tactic. She signalled her intent to Trista, who nodded in agreement. Then she acted.
Elneeka's Gift was Distraction. She could create a bright flash of light that momentarily blinded and disoriented everyone nearby except herself. It was an invaluable tactic that gave her the upper hand in any engagement, letting her deploy her forces while the enemy was distracted. Trista, who had been expecting the flash, closed her eyes to avoid it.
The two Sages moved in tandem. They executed a pincer attack on Zerase, who stood flailing her arms about, desperately striking out as the flash blinded her. As one, Elneeka slammed her knives into Zerase's chest even as Trista drove her spear through the girl's guts.
"Got you!" said Elneeka triumphantly.
But the moment of victory was short-lived. Someone had grabbed both Elneeka and Trista from behind, a hand pressing against each of the Sage's necks. All the strength drained from Elneeka's body like a punctured wine skin. She briefly had a vision of a colossal purple eye burning into her soul. Then the image of Zerase turned to smoke in front of her, and her daggers clattered to the ground. At the same time, Trista's spear slipped from her fingers. The Sages of Garland and Paradel collapsed onto the beside one another, all their strength leaking away.
Above them was Zerase - the
real
Zerase, who tittered with laughter as she gazed down at her prey.
"The Gift of Illusion," said the Darkspawn when her laughter had died down. "I stole it from Serene after I fucked her womb nice and deep. That flash was a nice trick, though. I'm glad I decided to send in a fake first, otherwise you might have killed me for real. But now my Dark Touch has rendered both of you defenseless."
"You... you..." murmured Elneeka weakly. "You won't get away with this."
"You Sages keep saying that," said Zerase. "It's getting old. But I've taken back two gifts already, and, lucky me, I get to plow two dumb Sages today for the price of one! Ah, my cock is getting so hard just thinking about it."
Elneeka and Trista were powerless to do anything but watch as Zerase disrobed. First she untied her sash, revealing a sizable bulge in the crotch of her bodysuit. Elneeka realized with horror that Zerase was much more than just an ordinary woman. The Darkspawn shrugged the thin fabric of her bodysuit over her shoulders and peeled it over her small breasts, revealing jutting pink nipples. Then she slid the garment past her hips, and a cock sprang free.
