Tale Of The Nemorvian Band Ch 11

Chapter Eleven: Discoveries, Plans, and Perverse Forces Gather

Jennenes leaned back in the cushioned, throne-like chair a servant had brought into his chambers. He had known the experiment he wanted to try would take time and wanted to spend that time in kingly comfort.

His legs were spread open, a Human whore kneeling before the throne. The woman was bent over with her head in his lap as she vigorously sucked him off. He watched the woman's head bob up and down, enjoying the feel of her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft.

The king was nearing climax again and she could tell. How could she not? She'd been sucking him off for half the day now, she probably knew the feel of his cock in her mouth better than any she'd ever known before.

Jennenes groaned, his legs tightening around her body as he came. The whore didn't pull away, knowing by this point that he wanted to cum in her mouth. She also knew that he wanted her to swallow every single drop of cum he shot into her, looking up at him subserviently and keeping eye contact as she did.

Once she'd swallowed she pulled away, letting his cock fall from her mouth. It was already going soft but he knew that it wouldn't be that way for long.

He raised a hand and snapped his fingers. A moment later Fuck-Meat was standing beside him, leaning over and lifting one of her overlarge breasts to his face. He turned, latching onto her nipple and starting to suck. As her delicious milked flowed into his mouth then down his throat he felt instantly refreshed, all of the tiredness in his body washed away as his dick become almost painfully hard.

He pushed Fuck-Meat and her tit away, smacking his lips and savoring the last bit of milk on them before turning and looking at the whore kneeling between his legs. "Again," he commanded.

She looked up at him and for a moment the king thought the whore was going to tell him she couldn't. She looked tired, which wasn't much of a surprise. She'd been giving him nearly non-stop head for half the day! The Nemorvian-like milk he'd been drinking left him feeling fully refreshed after every climax, leaving the whore no time to rest during the experiment the king was conducting.

"I can't," she finally muttered. She held her stomach, looking up at the king. "I need a break, your Majesty. I beg you, let one of the other prostitutes take over for a while. I'm tired and my stomach," she said, nodding down, "it's so full it hurts. I don't think I can swallow any more of your cum."

"That's ridiculous, of course you can swallow more cum you dumb whore," he snapped, annoyed. "Now stop your pathetic whining and get back to work."

There was no fight in the woman. She'd made her protest and knew that pushing the matter further would only lead to angering the king more than she already had. She gave up, starting to lean back down to begin sucking his cock again. But as she did so she gagged, turning from the king and bending over as if sick. She began to vomit, coughing up a whole stomach's worth of cum and nothing else.

Jennenes was disgusted when she started throwing up, prepared to lash out and punish the woman for ruining his mood. Then he saw the huge pool of regurgitated cum she was vomiting onto the floor.

"That all came out of me," he muttered, amazed. He had never imagined he could ejaculate so much cum in one sitting. He realized then that the test was complete. Fuck-Meat's milk was just like that of a Nemorvian, perhaps even more potent.

He dismissed the whore, telling his majordomo to call for a maid to come clean the floor. Then, after putting a silk robe on and telling Fuck-Meat to remain in his bedchambers, he quickly headed to his nearby study. "My experiment is over," he had told Fuck-Meat and his majordomo, "and now I need time to think."

Jennenes had always known what Nemorvian milk did, but he had never really understood just how potent the stuff was. He'd tried it a few times, but only as a way to sample an extra whore or two while visiting the brothels of his city. He'd never used their milk to keep getting hard more than two or three times in a row, especially since he knew spells that could do nearly the same thing. He was certain most clients of the brothels wouldn't have had the money to purchase more uses of a Nemorvian's milk than he had, meaning it was unlikely anyone else had discovered how potent the milk was.

His mind raced, connecting facts. Things he knew but had never been connected before. He ran through all the wonders of Nemorvian milk, wondering just how much of the milk one of the women could produce in a day. He knew that the properties of the milk lingered only for a small amount of time out of their body before the fluid went "bad". He realized there were enchantments that could keep the substance from going bad, enchantments that could even strengthen its effects.

I could bottle it,

he thought.

Selling such a potion could make me richer than my city full of brothels ever could. If I could produce enough of the stuff I could send it to every corner of Alaria. But why hasn't anyone else ever tried something like this?

He didn't have to ponder the question for very long to realize the answer. Nemorvians were rare. Although most lived as whore he knew there were few cities with more than a few brothels in them, meaning there would only ever be at most a handful in one location. And even if someone else had thought to bottle a Nemorvian's milk it would have made them less money than simply using the woman as a whore. One woman could only produce so much milk, after all.

But Jennenes had access to more than one Nemorvian. There were plenty in the brothels of his city. If he gathered them all together...

He grabbed some parchment and dipped a quill into an inkwell so he could quickly jot down all the ideas percolating in his head. He listed enchantments he knew, the ones he'd used on Fuck-Meat to turn her into a faux-Nemorvian. Those same enchantments, if used on actual Nemorvians, would almost certainly increase their output of milk. Before long he was sketching devices that could be easily crafted, frames Nemorvian's could be harnessed in along with simple mechanical devices that could be attached to their breasts that would allow them to be milked constantly.

Once he was done writing out all his plans he summoned his majordomo. "Take these plans and have these devices built as fast as can be done, today if possible. As soon as the first one is finished let me know, we'll need to test it out right away. Once the smiths and crafters are working on creating these machines I then want you to go and purchase every single Nemorvian in the city."

The majordomo balked. "But Sire, the cost! Few of the brothel owners will be willing to part with their precious Nemorvians for anything less than a fortune."

"Then pay them a fortune," the king barked.

Again, the man protested. "But that would nearly bankrupt the treasury!"

Jennenes smirked. "Perhaps, but we'll get that coin back and more in almost no time."

* * *

Something immensely powerful moved through the world, heading quickly toward Queen Faeven's secret encampment. The Corruption swirled around the force, emanating from it. But as it approached the powerful magic of Queen Faeven the wards and protections she had around her camp stopped the force from coming too close.

The camp shook as everyone in it felt the energy of the protective magic surrounding them quiver and almost falter. Only Queen Faeven knew what had happened, and she didn't tell the others lest fear overtake them.

A god had come for her and her magic had repelled it, but only slightly.

Azel, the Cock God did not retreat far but he did do something he rarely had need of doing: he summoned much of the power he gained from those who were faithful to him and started to take physical form. Red energy sparked angrily, swirling in the forest on the other side of the lake near Queen Faeven's camp. Slowly the form of a huge, towering man started to take shape, a naked man with a

HUGE

cock.

As Azel's form became clearer it solidified, his body becoming flesh and blood. He was huge and imposing, nearly ten feet tall and massively muscled. His body was naked and male in every way. It had red skin with glowing fissures of brighter red running through it that radiated smoking red energy as if the power of the god could barely be contained in a physical body.

Any mortal that looked upon Azel would barely be aware of his face, the eyes of all but those with the strongest of wills would only see his huge cock. It was oppressively large and had a hypnotic miasma that surrounded it. That power would leave any nearby mortal woman feeling the need to either worship or please, with many being compelled to do both. Any men falling under its power would find themselves envying its owner while begging to serve him.

But there were no mortals near enough to see the towering god. Those on the other side of the lake were protected from his power by the enchantments keeping the Fey queen, and her troops, safe. He'd need more power to break through and get to the queen, for she was all he cared about at that moment.

He flexed his massive muscles and raised his arms, drawing the power of The Corruption to him.

Normally a god had only their own power to call upon, the power that they gained when mortals worshiped them. But Azel was one of the gods that had given themselves completely to The Corruption. He worked with the others of his kind to help spread the influence of the perverse power through Alaria, and in thanks that power was willing to give him some of the immense strength it had.

The region of the Alaria he stood manifest in was soaked in the energy thanks to the perverse Elven king ruling Iphasea and the brothels in his capital city. The Dwarven strongholds to the north and their new king had also begun to give themselves over to the influence of The Corruption, spreading its power even further. Then there were the Humans that lived on the other side of the great forest. They worshiped many of the Gods given over to the perverse force. Only the forest itself, thanks to Queen Faeven, was mostly free of The Corruption's taint.

That changed as Azel called The Corruption to himself.

In every direction The Corruption that had leached into the world started to send its power out towards him. A gust of magical wind started flowing towards Azel, carrying the power of The Corruption with it. It flowed through the world, leaching up more energy. Occasionally the wind blew through individuals previously untouched by The Corruption leaving behind seeds of itself that would make fully corrupting them later easier.

As the winds drew ever nearer to Azel they weakened the protective magic Queen Faeven had put around her camp. Winds of magic, infused with concentrated power of The Corruption coming from all directions reached Azel at the same time. He inhaled their power, the glowing red cracks in his skin burning brighter. His eyes blazed with intense red power and for a moment it seemed his physical body would not be able to contain so much power.

Azel knew the body he had created would not be able to hold so much power inside of it for very long. As it strained at his insides he stepped through the underbrush that had hidden him from those in the Fey queen's camp till he stood on the shore directly across from the camp.

He could see one of the Nemorvians that had been causing so much trouble kneeling at the water's edge, washing her face. When she saw the god approach she jumped to her feet.

Azel stared at her, annoyed he couldn't connect with her mind and bend her to his will. The protective magic the Fey queen had around her camp was like a bubble his power couldn't penetrate.

It was only a brief moment before the god knew how he'd beat their defenses. The wards, even weakened, would keep him or any sentient beings serving him out. Yet the defenses had flaws. Something with little or no intelligence should be able to penetrate the shield. And if something infused with

HIS

power, that of cock, were to touch the Queen her power would fail completely allowing him to reach her.

Azel raised his hands while still staring at the Nemorvian. He let the power he'd gathered inside of his body mix with his own divine powers as the god of cock. He pushed it out of himself, directing it down into the ground to create servants simple-minded enough to hopefully get past the protective field around the camp. The trick would be crafting them to be cock-like enough so that if one reached the queen it would cause her power to falter.

The ground around Azel's feet sparked with magical red energy that a moment later burst into flames that reached up to his knees. The flames quickly died out, but as they receded into the ground they revealed the servants he had created. They were a swarming mass that looked like the tentacles of some evil monster that had been severed to become snake-like creatures. They had no eyes, no mouths, just a length of fleshy body that was tipped with a cockhead.

Azel lowered his arms. "Go," he said. "Attack the camp. Attack every woman in it and then attack the queen." The things slithered away from Azel into the lake and swum towards the camp.

* * *

The room Jennenes stood in was large, big enough to hold all the Nemorvians in the city and then some. His majordomo was still out negotiating the purchase of those in the city, so for now all the king had was Fuck-Meat. He was fine with that, as his smiths and crafters had only constructed one of the milking machines so far.

Fuck-Meat had only recently been strapped into the device which he was now inspecting. A frame of metal bars kept Fuck-Meat on her knees, bent forward with her huge teats dangling down like a real cow's udders. Leather straps kept her tied securely to the frame, ensuring she was unable to move. He knew that would be important, suspecting most of the Nemorvians he was purchasing would be less than enthusiastic about being hooked into these machines. They were all whores, but this would be something even they were not prepared for.

Curious devices were attached to Fuck-Meat's nipples; amazing inventions powered by small, strange Dwarven machines. They created a pulsating vacuum that constantly sucked at Fuck-Meat's nipples, ensuring a steady stream of precious milk came shooting out. The milk then ran down a tube, emptying into a small cask normally used for holding fine wine. The machine could milk a woman's tits day and night without pause, with the only real limitation being how much milk a woman could produce in a single day.

Jennenes knew Fuck-Meat's teats would dry up after a few hours of milking. But if she was like a real Nemorvian, which seemed to be true, he knew a way to keep her body producing enough milk to be pumped twenty-four hours a day. Few knew it but the more a Nemorvian was fucked the more milk she produced.

He'd planned for this. The milking machines left the women installed in them bent over in the perfect position to be fucked from behind. The men who would be manning the devices, ensuring they kept working and changing out milk-filled casks with empty ones, would also need to be constantly fucking the women installed in the machines as well. And should the men need aid in getting hard to fuck another of the Nemorvians they need only take a sip of the milk they would be helping drain from the cow women's teats!

He slapped Fuck-Meat's plump backside. She mooed, the sound making it clear she was enjoying being milked by the machine. But there was more in the moo, there was carnal longing as well. She wanted to be fucked while she was being milked.

"Don't worry, someone will be along to fuck you soon," he told her. "And before long you'll have plenty of company beside you. Soon I'll have all the Nemorvian cows in my city being milked and fucked every hour of the day! Every one of them shall be precious. The more Nemorvian cows I have the richer I'll become, and that wealth will allow me to buy me anything I desire!"

He stopped, realizing something. "The Nemorvian bandits! Three more for the machines, and I bet their fierce defiance will make their milk taste even sweeter. I must have ravens sent to the Minotaur mercenaries to find out how their hunt goes."