This story plays in the elven Kingdom of Galos. It's a place Where the greatest treasure is a golden orb that influences the entire land. A golden orb filled with elvish crests that adorn it. Even the people wear crests connected to the orb to feel it's influence.
It's also a safe haven for refugees from other lands. Since darkness started storming over the world, elves and other races started to leave their lands and travel to the magic lands of the golden orb.
Two paladins are standing guard outside the black tower. From the outside it seems like just a tower made of black stones, but inside there actually exists a portal that's connected to the deepest regions of the dark dimension.
In the dark dimension only the worst demons can survive. That is why the portal is guarded by dozens of paladins in a nearby fortress and hundreds of spells and ancient artifacts inside the tower. Nobody can enter here and survive. At least, that's what everyone thought.
A dark sorceress that goes by the name of Nazriella was lurking from the woods that surround the black tower. She had evil in her eyes. On her forehead there was a scar from where she had removed her crest. She thought back to that faithful night that changed her life.
She had always been trained by her family to become the kings wife. They had used every spell and charm on her to make sure she was flawless. Her body was as pristine as a newborn baby, She had such a beautiful face that would make all heads turn around when she walked in any room and that night, after courting her for so long she knew the king would finally propose to her.
She was so happy she could hardly contain herself. She was dressed in a long white gown made from the finest silk money could buy. Escorted by two of her maids she walked in the kings throne room and once again she was the center of attention. Everything was how it was supposed to be. That is, until they came.
Just when she was walking to her future fiancé a guard walked in the room telling the king he had visitors. They were waiting for him in the courtyard.
Everyone was soon following the king outside. Even Nazriella was walking behind him, inside she was furious. How dared these people disturb her moment to shine.
At the courtyard a group of cloaked people stood shivering from the cold. The men, obviously warriors, were standing near their horses.
"Who are you?" the king asked.
"We are the paladins of Mystwell my lord." Their captain answered.
"Ah yes, I know your king well." The kings seemed a bit nostalgic at that moment. "How is my old brother in arms?" he asked with a curious look in his eyes.
"I'm afraid the king was killed when an army of orcs attacked our kingdom." the captain said. "But his dying wish was that we would take the rest of our people here so you would protect us and most especially, his daughter. Lady Karia, if you will."
A girl early in her twenties removed her hood and bowed before the king. He was completely speechless, never before had he seen such a beautiful girl. Her eyes were as blue as the sky, her blond hair looked as bright as the sun and her body looked as pure at the clearest water.
Needless to say the king was hopelessly in love with this girl. Nazriella saw it too. How dared this bitch infatuate her future husband. She would pay for this, they all would.
A few weeks later the king married Karia and over the years she gave birth to six daughters and 3 sons. The king would not see Nazriella for many years and soon would pray he never had seen her again.
Yet here she was, Nazriella, once a future queen, now a dark sorceress. Only driven by revenge she retreated to her family's house in the woods and started practicing the dark ways.
It took her many years to master these arts. But now she could do many things. She could even turn elves who intruded on her domain into dark elves. A dark life form interested only in power. A species that was created by demonic magicians in the old days. This species of elves are the only ones capable of mating with demons and surviving. Their skin turned grey, their hairs turned black and their eyes became nothing less than orbs of fire. The crests that once adorned their elven heads were turned into demonic runes and from that day on. The Dark elves were continuously fucking each other since lust and power was all that flowed through their minds.
Furthermore several orcs and other servants of darkness had found the way to her house and had vowed to serve her purpose.
But for her ultimate revenge she needed something stronger. Something stronger than the Dark elves and dark elves. Something stronger even than the mercenaries and orcs that had heard of her power and submitted themselves to her will. She had heard that in the dark dimension there lived a creature known only by the name Necros. They say he was the original master of darkness. A creature so foul and evil it corrupted the very air it was breathing and the ground it walked upon.
She had prepared for this all these years. She knew that she needed a virgin to open the gates so she had her minions kidnap several young elven girls from the nearby villages.
It took a while but they had found one virgin girl. And not just any girl. She was the king's youngest daughter, Miriana. Narzriella was enthralled by the idea. His own offspring would cause the king's demise. She was very amused as she had Miriana being locked up alone in a room of her house as she turned the other kidnapped girls into dark elves and gave them to her minions who gladly accepted them. That night the house was filled with screams of pleasure and moaning, interrupted only by Miriana's cries for help.
Nazriella silently gave a signal to her mercenaries and two archers shot arrows through the necks of the paladins. She smiled as she and her minions walked into the black tower.
Able to neutralize the charms and spells, Nazriella was at the dark gate very quickly. Suddenly she heard a noise.
"Who did this?" A voice said.
"Maybe some bandits?" Another one proclaimed?
"Whoever they are, they must be stopped." A third voice yelled.
Nazriella knew who was coming.
"Paladins!" she said with an annoyed look on her face.
She had her minions block the door and had the rest of them place Miriana in front of the portal. Nazriella quickly raised her staff and shot a jolt of energy against the portal, creating a small gap. And on the ground a shadow seemed to appear from something that was crawling out of it.
Miriana was terrified. She didn't know the woman that was leading these creatures, but she know that she was powerful and very angry. But the worst thing was the fact that something seemed to crawl through the broken portal. One thing, or were they many things. she wasn't sure. All she knew at that point was fear.
Miriana looked carefully. The things were slithering towards her and then it hit her. They were penises. Very large, long and thick like tentacles. They started to slither around her, going under her clothes and ripping them of her body. She could smell something. It smelled sweet and yet very strong. It seemed to entrance her, captivate her, arouse her. She could not allow this to happen. She wanted to fight it and yet she couldn't do a thing about it. Then she figured it out. The tentacles were spreading this intoxicating perfume. Suddenly she felt them squirming around her. They were spreading her arms and legs and going around her breasts.
As afraid as she was, she could see her nipples growing hard until they were like two nails placed on top of her breasts. Two tentacles opened up and placed themselves on top of these small fleshy spikes. Quickly she felt how they started sucking her nipples. and yet she also felt something flowing through them. She also felt a third tentacle, pushing against the entrance of her pussy while a fourth smaller tentacle opened up too and places itself on top of her clit. This quickly made her feel like she was on fire.
Miriana tried to fight this feeling as she started to struggle to escape. But it was hopeless, the tentacles were too strong. She couldn't do anything to break free. And for some reason her desires to be free were growing dimmer and dimmer by the minute. All she could hear was a voice in her head.
"Relax and enjoy my love." The voice sounded dark and heavy.
"Let pain and pleasure take you in." She could feel her mind growing weaker and weaker.
Nazriella was reading her mind. She recognized the voice. It was Necros that was talking to her. Hopefully it wouldn't take too long cause she could hear how the paladins had arrived outside the room and were trying to break through the door.
"No" Miriana shouted. She tried to be brave but something inside her knew she could not win this fight.
Her body was on the verge of breaking, as was her will. She could not believe this. It had to be a nightmare. But it wasn't. This was all real. She tried to escape once more when suddenly she felt a jolt of pain in her ass. Apparently yet another tentacle had slammed itself in her ass and when she tried to scream another tentacle went in her mouth and down her throat.
"Give in, my pet." The voice continued.
Miriana could no longer speak and it was getting harder to resist. She started crying when suddenly she could feel her pussy getting wet. This wasn't happening. Her own body was betraying her. It was enjoying this brutal treatment. She started to pant. She could do nothing but allow it. She moaned while she heard the voice laugh in her head.
