Tale of the Nemorvian Band

Chapter Twelve: The Battle for Queen Faeven

Novaoa knelt by the edge of the lake, leaning over and splashing some water up onto her face. Whatever had shaken the camp had left her jumpy and anxious, but the cool water was helping soothe her nerves.

As she sat up something moving on the other side of the lake caught her eye. She watched as it pushed its way out of the forest to stand on the shore. Even from across the water she could feel the power radiating off the being, yet that power seemed dulled as if passing through some unseen wall.

The thing was a massive man, its red skin covered in cracks filled with burning red magical energy. Her eyes were drawn to the man's huge cock and only after staring for a moment did she realize looking at it had not triggered the normal subservient state of mind her racial weakness caused. She did feel the weakness trying to assert itself, but it was being suppressed by the memory of the smell and taste of Queen Faeven's pussy.

Novaoa whispered a quick thanks to Queen Faeven, planning to get to her feet and run to tell the queen about the appearance of the strange, intimidating being across the small lake. But before she could he started to raise his arms. Fire erupted at his feet, quickly receding and leaving behind a swarming mass of what looked to be some kind of large snakes.

They immediately started slithering out into the lake towards the camp. Novaoa got to her feet and drew the magical sword she'd recently been given. "We're under attack," she screamed, watching as the snakes quickly swam across the water.

Behind her Noavoa heard the queen's army clamoring as they rushed to prepare for an attack. There was confidence at first then one of the small flying Fey women landed at Novaoa's side and saw the figure on the other side of the water. "It's Azel!" she screamed in terror, turning and leaping back into the air to fly away. Novaoa turned and saw the woman fly towards the queen's throne where other warriors were gathering to protect the queen.

Meanwhile, many of the troops around her were proclaiming their fear. "The cock god has come to destroy us," many called out. Novaoa didn't believe it at first. A god manifesting in the flesh? That was a thing that only happened in legends.

The snakes swam ever closer. About ten feet before they reached the shore where Novaoa stood the things slammed into some kind of invisible wall. The little beasts gathered up, trying to press past the point. This caused sparking red energy to radiate off their bodies. At the same time flowing blue magical energy appeared before them, making the invisible field protecting the camp momentarily visible.

It was only then, with the creatures close but held at bay, that Novaoa got a clear look at them. She gasped, realizing they were

NOT

snakes. They each looked like a cock-tipped tentacle, their body disturbingly like a prehensile huge cock-shaft.

"Minor Cock-Elementals," a nearby Fey warrior called out, shaking with fear.

Novaoa turned to her. "But they can't get to us, right? The Queen's magic is holding them back."

"For now," the Fey said nervously. "But that's Azel! Even Queen Faeven can't stand against a god for long. And half of our forces are out in the woods patrolling. With half our strength away from the encampment we're incredibly vulnerable."

"Can't the queen call them back?" Novaoa asked, looking towards the throne the powerful woman sat on.

One could see the throne from everywhere in the camp as it sat atop a small hill. Queen Faeven sat there, serene with the hulking Blade of the Queen beside her, ready to protect her magical monarch. "Return to me," the queen suddenly called out. "Come back, my warriors. We are attacked and need your aid!"

The words echoed around them. Novaoa felt them change, felt instinctively that they had become a magical message that would go out into the forest and find the warriors, no matter where they were. But for the message to move out into the forest the field protecting the camp would need to be opened for a moment.

The Minor Cock-Elementals were all pressed up against the field, trying to get past it. The moment the field was lowered for the message to get out was all most of them needed. The swarm of writhing cock-things came rushing at the camp, slithering and wiggling up onto the shore as the protective field re-sealed behind them.

Novaoa swore, backing up and beginning to slash at the things as they came rushing towards her. The magic blade cut through the slithering penis snakes as they came for her, but it seemed everyone she cut was quickly replaced by two more.

Soon they began to grab her legs, wrapping around her like the tentacles of some vile beast. Only they didn't try to pull her to the ground. Instead, they coiled around her legs, pulling themselves up her body. She screamed and thrashed, cutting and kicking them off her legs as fast as she could. Novaoa quickly realized there were just too many. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to fend them off properly for much longer and felt certain their true goal was what lay between her legs.

Desperate and starting to panic, she turned to call for aid. What she saw happening in the camp behind her frightened her to the core. Everywhere the Fey queen's troops were battling the penis tentacles. Female warriors screamed in terror as they tried to fight the things off while the sound of combat was everywhere. But it seemed, for the moment, that the vile creatures had yet managed to start fucking any of the warriors, for there was no doubt in Novaoa's mind that the creatures

WOULD

fuck them if allowed.

Queen Faeven still sat on her stone throne. The normally serene look she wore was gone. Instead, she sat sweating in concentration to keep the protective spells around the camp raised. They were holding for the moment but if more of the perverse demons were able to get in that would change very quickly.

A ring of female warriors stood around the queen atop the small hill her throne sat on. Fey archers fluttered in the air shooting magical arrows so quickly Novaoa could barely see them reach into the quivers hanging from their dainty waists before firing again. She saw for the first time some of the other warriors in the Queen's army, Human women and a handful of Elves. They all seemed to be either Mages or Druids and were busy using magic to keep the slithering things away from the queen.

Leading them, standing close to the queen yet fighting the hardest, was The Blade of the Queen. The two huge weapons bound to her arms swung at the dirt, cutting swaths of the little perverse demons with such ease it made them seem as though they were made of half-melted butter. She roared, sounding more beast than Human, as she led the defense of her queen.

The sight of so many warriors protecting Queen Faeven buoyed Novaoa's morale, making her feel the fight wasn't a hopeless one. She screamed out a call of defiance, slashing at the little fleshy monsters coming at her.

Her instincts were to try and fight her way to the hill to join the others but the penis tentacles seemed to be driven by more than simple animal instinct. They appeared to be keeping the warriors spread through the camp away from the center mass of warriors protecting the queen. She tried as hard as she could to get closer to the queen but barely made any ground, cursing the god standing on the other side of the lake. Surely HE was the one controlling these vile creatures.

A Fey warrior fluttered through the air near Novaoa, diving down to a nearby weapon cache to grab another quiver full of arrows. The lithe woman easily slung the strap of the quiver over her shoulder, holding it just right so it didn't stop her wings from flapping. She quickly nocked an arrow which started to glow with blue magic a moment before she let it fly.

But just as the small Fey woman shot the arrow she twisted, looking down at her foot and screaming. Novaoa noticed it just as the woman did. One of the Minor Cock-Elementals had managed to spring up and wrap around her boot when she had swooped down to get the fresh quiver of arrows.

The thing quickly slithered up her leg before the woman could try and knock it off. Novaoa saw it thrust its head into the Fey woman's small skirt. She had been screaming, but the scream turned to a moan of begrudging pleasure as the creature forced its way into her pussy. The Fey woman fell to the ground, her wings disappearing as the cock-creature entered her.

As soon as she hit the ground a swarm of the things came at her, wrapping around her limbs and neck. The one wrapped around her neck tried to push its cockhead into her mouth. She closed her mouth tight and tried to turn away, denying it entry.

A moment later the perverse creature tightened its body, closing around her neck and beginning to choke her. She had no choice but to open her mouth to gasp for air and that was all it needed to press into her. A moment later it was thrusting in and out of her mouth, making her choke and gag.

More of the things rubbed up against her small breasts. Novaoa could see that as they did this the ends of their "bodies" began to grow more rigid and hard, making them look even more cock-like. As they rubbed up against her nipples she could see them leaving a slimy trail of some precum-like substance.

Novaoa saw that the small monster that had brought the Fey warrior down was fucking her pussy, but before long it quivered, cumming inside of her. It pulled out, it's formally rigid body now limp, the thing moving sluggishly. It was barely out of the helpless Fey before another of the beasts pressed into her now cum-oozing pussy to start fucking her.

The Fey warrior went limp as if she'd given up. She stopped struggling and let the penis tentacles have their way with her, allowing them to use every one of her fuck-holes without resistance while letting them cum in and on her as they pleased.

Novaoa saw other warriors brought down, the little cock beasts quickly swarming them and beginning to fuck them. All around the camp the warriors like her who were on their own were being brought down one by one and fucked into submission. She looked to the hill the queen sat atop, hoping to see her defenders still fighting back the seemingly endless swarm of cock creatures.

A pretty, young Human Mage in flowing robes caught her attention. Her hair was blue and the parts of her skin Novaoa could see, her arms and neck, were covered in glowing blue arcane tattoos.

She had her arms raised out before her, her palms up towards the sky. Billowing waves of blue energy poured from her hands, becoming a wind of magical power that flowed out before her, blasting down the hill. The wind glowed and pulsed with blue energy that took the shape of beautiful butterflies made of translucent magic. They fluttered fiercely through the blue wind, diving towards the Minor Cock Elementals before her, pressing them back away from the Mage and knocking them down the hill.

It seemed that as long as she could keep casting the spell, and the warriors beside her could keep any of the little perverse demons from sneaking up behind or beside her, she'd be able to keep them back forever. The young woman smiled and looked at the Druid beside her. "We're battling the forces of The Corruption back! Our purity protects us, just like Queen Faeven said it would!"

As she turned back to concentrate on her spell the smile on her face faltered. She winced then her face twisted in effort. "No! It can't be," she yelled, sudden terror in her voice. Novaoa saw her stagger back, still casting the spell. She didn't understand what was wrong.

Then she saw it, at the very edge of the wave of blue magic. Parts of the cascading blue wind of magic were turning red! The glowing butterflies that neared the red areas faltered and faded from sight. The red began to spread, turning more and more of the blue energy red. It looked like some force was corrupting the power of the spell!

Soon the Mage was pushing back against her own spell, using what remained of the blue energy flowing from her hands to try and battle back the sparking red energy pushing up the hill towards her. Where the winds of magic were red the Minor Cock Elementals were no longer being pushed back. Instead, the red power lifted them into the air. Soon it looked like a hoard of them was swimming through the air towards the blue-haired mage and those beside her!

Before long the Mage's spell faltered completely allowing the writhing mass of penis tentacles to reach her and the Mages and Druids beside her. The others managed to fend off the attack for the moment, but the blue-haired Mage was brought down.

The things wrapped around her limbs, pulling her to the ground and ripping her robes off. Within moments her legs were pulled open, her pussy and asshole were being fucked. A large one pressed up through her small, perky breasts and forced its way into her mouth, its end growing rigid as it began to fuck her face. The ones fucking her quickly came, pulling out looking limp and slow as they were replaced almost instantly by other rigid cock-tipped tentacles that fucked her hard.

Again, Novaoa saw the fight go out of the woman almost as soon as the first three demons fucking her came inside of her. Even from where she stood she could see the woman's eyes rolled up into her head and hear her moaning in pleasure as more fucked and came in her.

It's the cum,

Novaoa thought, realizing what was happening.

Something in these foul demons' cum is subduing them all!

Although having the realization was important it had distracted her. The creatures she had been fighting against finally managed to wrap around her legs and pull her to the ground. She fell, the pain of the fall making her drop her sword. Almost at once one of the things had wrapped around the hilt and pulled it out of reach.

That was all they needed. Without a weapon Novaoa had almost no way to keep them at bay. They quickly tore her clothing off, leaving her naked on the ground and thrashing to try and keep the swarm of penis tentacles from getting into any of her holes. She grabbed one with each hand, intending to throw them as far away from herself as she could. But as soon as her hands were wrapped around them she felt their bodies grow rigid and discovered just how much like a cock they felt.

For a moment her racial weakness started to assert itself. But the memory of Queen Faeven's pussy, the taste and smell still clear, washed through her mind allowing her to shake it off.

Still, the moment of weakness was more than the things needed. One pressed into her pussy, another pressing into her asshole as the first started thrusting in and out of her cunt. She could feel that they were both leaking copious amounts of precum that lubricated their entry.

They came almost at once and as their demon seed blasted into her she felt it affect her instantly. It left her feeling tired, weak, and with the desire to keep fighting dulled. She tried to press past it, rolling over and getting up on all fours to try and crawl away. But it was no good. Another cockheaded little demon thrust into her pussy. She fell to the ground, her huge breasts pressed into the dirt under her. The only thing she managed was to keep any out of her mouth. This was a very good thing, for looking around she saw that the demon's cum did more to subdue a woman when ingested orally.

She kept trying to crawl, managing to make some progress even as the one in her pussy fucked her from behind.

Have to get to the hill, have to get to where others are still fighting

. The Blade of the Queen, surely she still fights, she thought, looking up at the hulking woman.

The warriors near her still stood, rallied around their general and protected by her. But it was clear that only because The Blade still stood and fought did the protective ring around the queen hold.

Yet as Novaoa struggled to crawl towards the safety of that ring, keeping any of the cock things from pressing into her mouth even as they fucked her backend, she noticed something odd about the creatures before The Blade. There were so many piled up before her, swarming and trying to attack and fuck her!

At first the Nemorvian thought it was just the intelligence controlling them attacking the largest threat. But then she noticed it: every one of the vile beasts she cut in two fell to the ground, quivering in pain. But a moment later they healed, each end growing back to its full length leaving

two

where there had been one!

Novaoa had

felt

like the things had been doubling around her and now

knew

that she had been right.

How can we hope to fight against such perverse foes?

Despair threatened to overwhelm her as the question ran through her head.

What happened next crushed what little hope she still had left.

The massing swarm of cock tentacles before The Blade of the Queen began to spark with magical red energy. A moment later those near her all began to grow! They got longer, their thin tail-like ends digging into the dirt of the hill. They got fatter and thicker, all growing larger and larger. The Blade howled, cutting the growing shafts apart. But in mere moments after one of her blades sliced through them the severed end would grow a new cockhead and renew its attack as it continued to grow larger. Meanwhile, the severed part would dig into the ground then shoot out, growing larger and adding to the number trying to bring her down.

It didn't take long for the hulking barbarian general to be overwhelmed. Huge, thick cock tentacles wrapped around her arms, pulling them out and down so she couldn't keep fighting. More wrapped around her neck, pulling her down to her knees as others started ripping her armor off.

Novaoa couldn't help but gasp when the armor and clothing covering the woman's breasts were ripped free. Her breasts had looked incredibly large, but her outfit had done much to hide their true size, maybe even magically so. She knew tapping into the power that made a Barbarian grow larger and stronger also made their breasts grow disproportionally from the rest of their body, but she had no idea they could grow

THIS

large. They were almost the same size as a Collossi's, each huge sagging tit larger than Novaoa's whole torso.

Cock Tentacles started wrapping around the woman's gigantic breasts, squeezing and rubbing against their huge bulk and pressing them together so other cock beasts could thrust between them. The Blade howled and trashed about as others, large and thick, started pressing into her cunt and asshole. She screamed as they started fucking her which only allowed one to enter her mouth. It muffled her screams as it fucked her throat.

The swarm surrounded her, pulling her down the hill away from the queen and her defenders even as they fucked her. They were already cumming in her, others quickly replacing those as the spent ones pulled away. Yet others rose up, their ends quivering and cumming on her without even touching her. They showered the hulking barbarian with cum as the swarm surrounded her so thickly that Novaoa could no longer see the fierce woman.

Novaoa still struggled to crawl towards the queen and the few women who still defended her, but all hope seemed lost. She looked up and realized the only reason the battle continued was that none of the cock beasts had reached Queen Faeven yet! But she knew as soon as one touched her it would all be over, as soon as

any

cock touched the queen her power would be gone!

* * *

Zomos was finally sitting up. Amitkoa watched as the Collossi used the cloth the Fey warriors had gathered for her to clean herself up as best she could. One of them pointed off in the distance, telling her that there was a stream nearby. Amitkoa followed the huge woman as she went to clean herself.