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Edana, Goddess of Pleasure continued See more Nyssa and Qaithe traveled through the city, wearing the robes that indicated service to Edana, and holding their heads proudly. The two elven women received many stares, but no cruel words. Priestesses of Edana received respect in this town, even when they were elves, who were not always welcome in the capital of Felhine. They were on church business after all, to administer grace to the House of Centos, and the celebration they were having today. The landed knight paid very well to have two elves summoned to his residence, and neither girl was in a position to refuse. It was rather rare for a landed knight to choose a nonhuman priestess for worship. Nyssa paid the though little mind, seeing an opportunity to build greater relationship between the human and the elves in the service of Edana. It was why the curvy silver elf had chosen service, after all. As a daughter to the elven ambassador to the city, Nyssa saw service under Edana as a great help to bridging the communities. Qaithe the drow was not nearly as optimistic as her fair skinned sister. Drow were especially hated out of all the elven races in Felhine. Within the church, all races were welcome, both to serve and to receive blessing, but outside the temple walls, the common people were not so forgiving. Qaithe found dignity in her service, as Drow women were favored by those who craved a firmer touch in their worship. Still she was apprehensive, as they reached the Centos Manor. The women were lead into the main hall by servants who did not look them in the eye. The Banquet was set out before them, and almost a dozen knights in service to house Centos were present, including the young master of the household. He had recently brought great glory to his house in war, held the favor of the king. Conquest, battle, war. Name it what you will the fight for king and country was ingrained in the Centos blood line. Spanning all the way to the founding of the kingdom a Centos always held clout in Felhine's army. Be it in the position of General, of Tactician, or even leading the front lines of the Vanguard the Centos bloodline is feared on the battlefield. None greater then the newest Centos to take the upper ranks of the King's Armies. Magnus Centos, Tactician and Vanguard leader, no one would be surprised to see him ascend to the rank of General. No one his age has ever come close to the amount of victories in both open warfare and sieges. His thirst for victory only matched by the hatred he shows for any that cross his blade. Orcs and Ogres from the north, heads chopped off and stuck up spears. Dwarves and Goblins from the south, chopped to pieces for the dogs. And even Elves and Nymphs coming from the east, scalped with their ears ripped off. He made sure that all enemies and those that might become an enemy feared the West, feared the race of man. Which made tonight a rather interesting event with the request of two elven priestesses. But what was there to fear? Such brutal acts were done in times of war, never within the capitol. That would be lunacy. This was a time for celebration after all! Centos had returned with one of the King's Armies, having vanquished a terrible demon within the Forest of None. It's carcass was dragged back for the people to see that no creature could withstand the might of Felhine. Even though it was dead the monster was quite hideous, a mass of black flesh with dead tentacles limp at it's sides. What looked to be a large crevice in the front of the demon looked more like a giant eye socket then anything else. One could only imagine what Centos did to the eye. But Felhine was safe again, if it had ever been in danger in the first place... So celebration was in order! Magnus treating the captains of the army to his manor for a feast and entertainment. His men laughed and stuffed themselves, wine and ale filling each and every mug and glass. Servants in a rush to keep Magnus happy by serving his guests.The man himself sitting confidently in his throne like chair at the head of his banquet table, watching the captains laugh and retell stories of the battle with the demon.His mind else where though, on what he had requested from the Temple of Edana. And as if on queue a servant came to him to inform of the Priestesses arrival. Inform the servants they can have the rest of the night off. Magnus stated as he started to get up, his servant bowing and thanking him before leaving, quick to carry out his master's orders and leave. It wouldn't take long at all till the manor was only comprised of the thirteen men and the two elven priestesses. Welcome! Magnus spoke loudly from the other end of the table to the two women that came in. We are celebrating our victory of war against the demons that plague this great land! He continued, chalice in hand of wine as he started to make his way around the table and towards the two elves. And there is none other that we would like to raise out victory too then Edana herself. As he said that a few of the men still seated smirked, others chuckled a little. All the men obviously undressing the elven women with their eyes, which of course was to be expected. Everyone was dressed in very expensive silk clothing. Long sleeved shirts, pants, even robes. All bearing the symbol of not Felhine but the crest of the Centos family. If anything it showed these men were loyal to Magnus, regardless of their own noblities or positions in the armies. My men fought valiantly, and I would see them blessed by Edana for risking their lives for the Kingdom of Felhine. Magnus added, stopping once he stood in front of the two women. Extending his chalice forward to offer it to both of them. Drink, inspire my men. Though Magnus made sure that his hand didn't touch their own when they took the chalice from him.The man quick to turn and make his way back to his chair. His captains however continued to eat, some turned their chairs towards the elven women, others got up to start and make their way around. Strip already! one would shout with a mouth full of pork. I got a feast for you right here elf. Another stated as he grabbed his crotch. Nyssa stood with head held high and a serene smile on her face. She was well versed with the young lords many exploits and victories. This assignment was a great honor, to serve the House Centos, and bring the blessing of Edana to the men who served him. She would show them the beauty of the elves, and build up the relations between her people, and the most respected house in Felhine. I am honored to grace your man with the Goddess blessing, Lord Centos.Truly Edana celebrates your victory alongside us! She graciously took the goblet offered, and drank deeply of the wine within. Her priestess robe come off now, spilling upon the floor as she stepped out of it. She wore a sliver ethereal dress, soft thin silk that clung sweetly from her breasts and hips. The thin material dine not hide the beauty of her body, even as it covered her figure, complimenting her shimmery complexion. Who shall receive the first blessing? She called to the assemblage, ignoring the mens foul words and crude suggestions. Soon only words of worship would fall from their lips. Ill go first, a tall, thin red haired man called, approaching the elf. She smiled warmly upon him, curtseying deeply for his pleasure. His lips formed a nasty smirk as the elven woman yielded to him. She brought hands up to his face, to pull him into a kiss but he swatted them away. Nah, thats not where I want your mouth, he jeered at her, pushing her head down and the woman onto her knees. Nyssa did not fight him, as great and proud warriors of the capital, it was his choice on how he choose to worship. The great hall filled with hoots and hollers as the lovely elf dropped to her knees, and their thin comrade pulled out his length for her. He rubbed his meat along her face, smudging her cheeks with precum. Despite the attempts to degrade her, Nyssa performed her duty, holding the mans member in her supple hands, stroking it lovingly as she licked the shaft. It glisten with her saliva as she sought to serve the man with all the grace of her Goddess. Soldier were sometimes coarse, but tender attention from the priestesses usually cleared up those vulgar behaviors. Suck it slut! Take that cock! Fucking tease. Fuck the bitch in the mouth, Rede. Nyssa paid the men no mind. Her soft lips opened to accept the bulbous crown of his cock, slow moist sucking that lathered his manhood. She focused on her task, seeking the glory of the Goddess to soothe the fire that burned within these men. Qaithe was not nearly as optimistic as her fellow priestess. She could see the vile lust in the eyes of the men who surrounded them. They were not looking to praise the Goddess now. They were looking to fuck a couple of elves, women they saw as little more than meat to be used, consumed in the pursuit of base urges. She sipped at the offered chalice, not buying the faade of generosity and reverence that the young lord tried to play out. She watched Nyssa play her role, regardless of the words the men shouted at her, and the hateful glean of the man who demanded service. Whats wrong drow? One of the men came up around her. A stout man, with thick muscles covering his arms and chest, bulging and covered in veins. Obviously a strong man, if not terribly handsome. Your associate is awfully friendly. Dont you want to get friendly with us too? The thick sausage fingers grabbed at her robes, pulling them off of her lithe body. Qaithe tried to hold them over her body, but the man insisted, ripping them off when the drow resisted. This lead to more cheers, as she held the scraps of her gown against her midnight flesh. Her tormentor wasnt done, tearing her small clothes form her body, the loud ripping of cloth cutting into the heckles and catcalls of the men. Qaithe stumbled away from him, falling to the floor as she tripping over her ruined garments. Her oppressor didnt pursue right away, taking great pleasure in the fear on her face. Magnus took his time as he made his way back to his throne like chair, sitting once more as his men began to have their fun. Truth be told their fun was actually his fun, Magnus having instructed his men prior to the priestesses arrival on how he wanted the entertainment to play out. Of course his men were more then happy to oblige, who were they to miss out on an opportunity to live a little? Who were they to disobey an order from their Commander? Magnus watched with a certain yearning in his eyes as Rede had one of the women naked and on her knees already, while Quintus was starting to torment the other. This bitch has quite the throat boys! Rede shouted out, both his hands grabbing onto the silvery locks of Nyssa's head. He showed little respect or patience for what was probably going to be the greatest blowjob of his life, the man thrusting his hips forward with the head of his cock in her mouth. Even when he got to her throat he simply continued, all the way till Nyssa's nose was buried in the thick of his pubic hair. He held her that, a grin upon his face as his grip didn't seem to wavier one bit. Come on, don't you dare fucking give up and choke! Came a loud and rowdy shout from one of the men still eating. Quintus however was much more focused on the drow as she crawled away, enjoying the fear that was painted across her face. That's it you little whore, you know whats coming. He added as he started to follow her, a grin adorned his face as he backed Qaithe against a wall before grabbing one of her legs. Come here! He shouted, pulling her away from the wall by her ankle. Look at the black one squirm! Someone shouted, some of the men cheering to that before downing more ale. Quintus practically smacked the drow across the face as she resisted, pulling her closer to where Rede and Nyssa were before flipping her over so she was on her stomach. His larger and stronger hands coming down to push Qaithe's face into the cold hard stone floor. The drow being forced to contort her head to the side as her oppressor turned her to look at Rede and her sister in service. You are going to watch as Rede violates her. Quintus stated rather softly as he leaned over her, just so she could hear. And don't think for a second that I won't hit you hard enough for your pretty little teeth to come out if you look away. He threatened, one of his other hands moving back to get his trousers undone. Rede would let up for a moment so Nyssa could breath, but really for the elf to cough and gasp for air so the others could watch and laugh. Little time however until he forced his cock back into her mouth, thrusting it fully into her mouth and throat once more before he started to fuck her in such a fashion. His balls slapping against her chin and neck, his pelvis rather forcefully ramming into her nose. His hands kept her head in place through it all. All the way up till he pushed her face once more into his crotch. Only this time he didn't let go, he simply kept his cock where it was as her throat would start to contract and try to expel the invading member. Qaithe wouldn't just watch what was happening, oh no. Her partner for now had gotten his pants off, the sound of him spitting on his cock could be heard before Qaithe would feel the intent of his actions. The man cared little for her comfort or enjoyment, penetrating her darker sex. Forcing her lower lips apart. His cock resembled much of his stature, not the longest but definitely thicker then many. Quintus ruthlessly pushed his cock into her pussy. His spit failing in acting as any sort of lubricant. You can start crying now you worthless drow. Quintus laughed, his hand still holding her face against the ground as he started to fuck her into the floor. You should know we argued about who got to fuck your tall friend first. Quintus continued to debase Qaithe as he forced himself on her. His words accompanied by the sound of his hips slapping against her little ass. I drew the short straw out of everyone so I had to fuck the trash of your elven kingdom. Fucking drows! Quintus spat out, his thrusts only pumping harder it seemed. Nyssa tried hard to keep up with Redes demanding thrusts. She was well practiced at praising the Goddess upon her knees, but her partner didnt seem all that interested in her skills. He only seemed interested in using her mouth to envelop his cock. Using her as a warm body to fuck and take his pleasure from. Still, she didnt fight him, still not wanting to believe that he wanted to hurt her with his movements. Why would anyone take from her what she would have willingly given? Willingly and skillfully given? But he fucked her mouth and throat with relentless malice, ignoring the tears welling up in her eyes and the desperation of her convulsing throat. She was given a moment to choke and gasp for air, strings of saliva sticking from his cock and he pulled it form her lips. She hadnt even caught her breath when he fucked her throat again, stretching her delicate membrane over his bulbous head. He didnt stop this time, as his cock cut off her air, her desperate grabbing and slapping at his thighs not just ignored, but mocked. She couldnt breathe. He did this on purpose, choking her on him, laughing about it all the while. Soon, the trauma of his brutal rape of her face was over, as she blacked out.Rede released her now, spraying her half open mouth and face with his spunk, smearing it in her hair. He cleaned off the his cock with her robe, a d took a long drink of his mug, to the cheers of his friends. Qaithe fought hard as Quintus tossed her around, treating her worse than even the street prostitutes put up with. He was a lot stronger than her though, easily manhandling the small woman, his size standing in obvious contrast to her petit frame. The difference was made obvious as he held her down on the ground, pressed into the stone floor as she was fucked. She refused to cry as he commanded, even as he fucked her raw, the burning friction of his thrusts denying her any semblance of pleasure. Qaithe couldnt hold back the pained grunts as he stretched her slit over his dense meat. She had never had to take a man so thick before, and certainly never without proper lubrication. It was by the grace of the Goddess that he wasnt spreading her open in every direction. But she was sure the next would have that pleasure, taking pleasure in violating her, while they denied any pleasure she could achieve in her service. Nyssa! She cried out, as her friend passed out from having her throat fucked. The man raping her didnt even care, just coating her with semen, letting it drip form her tongue and lips. She fell to the floor, limp and barely breathing, but Qaithe could not go to her. She could only watch as the next man come over to defile her unconscious body. Not gonna cry are you?! Quintus shouted out as he continued to rape her, violating something that had been used many times before to glorify a Goddess or simply to be enjoyed in a sort of mutual understanding. Fucking Bitch! Quintus shouted again, his hand that was holding her face down went into her white hair, yanking painfully at it to force her neck to crane fully back. The strength of his thrusts pushing that line between spanking her ass with his hips and simply beating it.Ahh! Quintus bellowed quick to pull out of her and yank her up by her hair. The man twisting her head so she would be forced to look back at him before he started to cum.His other hand on his member as he coated her dark face with strands of his hot spunk. Give us a go! Some of the other men stated as they got up, the majority of them heading over to the drow as Quintus pretty much dropped her on the ground in favor of returning to the table for more food and ale. It taking less then a handful of moments before Qaithe was surrounded by five guys with their pants already off. Think she is a biter? Someone asked, smirking as he looked down to the drow. Hey Rede! Show he what happens to that other whore if she thinks she is gonna use some teeth! Another called out, Rede having taken a quick food break but he was more then happy to go over to Nyssa. He pretty much grabbed the elf and hoisted her up on the table, the man that was getting ready to take her showed obvious aggravation to Rede but Rede grabbed a knife and ended the little moment. Qaithe would see as Rede put the knife to Nyssa's neck, the taller elf pretty much being bent over the table with her face just smashed into a random plate of food. I'll fuckin kill her, and then I will come over and pull each and every one of your teeth out. Make sure you play nice. Rede said with a bit of laughter in his voice before he moved off of Nyssa, the previous man taking up his spot again as he moved behind the elf. Now come here! And just like that Qaithe was being grabbed and tossed around like some child's toy. When all the laughter and comments finished she found herself straddling one of the men that had gotten on the floor. He quick to pull her hips in place and force her down upon his cock. The neck and gotten behind her, wasting no time at all before he lined his cock up with her ass, pushing as hard as he could to break past the rosebud and enter her back end. Not missing a beat the other three gathered around still standing, one at her mouth waiting for her to gasp or cry out long enough for him to stuff his cock inside. While the other two went for her hands, pulling each one to the sides of her so she would take their dicks and stroke while the other three fucked every hole she had to offer. The men thrusting with similar vigor as Quintus. There wasn't even half a second where something wasn't pushing it's way inside of her, just a constant stream of invading members and laughter all around. Magnus watched as the one focusing on Nyssa had started to fuck her pussy. The captain more then excited to finally get a little Elvish tail. Though it didn't come off as entertaining for Magnus from the expression on his face. Pull out of her. Magnus stated, eyes on the elf the whole while as he spoke. I want you to drag her to the other side of the table and then fuck her ass. Magnus added, his cheek resting against his propped up hand as he waited. The captain taking a moment to collect himself before he followed orders, pulling out the Nyssa before moving her to the other side of the table. This would put her on the opposite side from her Drow companion, if she woke up it would more then likely be the first thing she would see. And with that he went back to it, taking a quick mug of ale to his lips before he forced his way into Nyssa's ass, pushing his cock as far as it would go before he started to work and rotate his hips. Magnus beginning to smile, not so much from what was before him but the promise of what might follow. The look upon the elf's face when she awoke, not even in his wildest fantasizes could he imagine it. Qaithe could hardly protest before more men were upon and inside her, one man filling her raw cunt, another pushing himself into her tight ass, a third demanding use of her mouth. Both hands were wrapped around cock, the movement of the men defiling her forcing her hands to move along their meat. She was used in every way possible, by men who cared nothing for her comfort or pleasure. No, it was more than that. They wanted to hurt her. She had seen the hatred in their eyes from the moment she entered the room. They were enjoying the pain they were inflicting upon her, as much as they enjoyed with gratification they took from her body. Her slit was pounded cruelly, even from beneath, and she hadnt even a chance ro recover form the first man. The man fucking her ass did not ease her into it, stretching her over his dense dick with every harsh thrust. In her mouth another cock pumping her, fucking her as hard and deep as Nyssa just was. Would he choke her on his manhood, as well? Would it be worse that raped in each hole, and forced to feel all of it? Whats wrong, you drow whore? Arent you used to fucking this much cock? The one in her ass sneered, slamming his hips into her. She could only whine against the shaft stuffing her mouth, the mans thick calloused fingers tangling in her hair as he held himself in place. Nyssa became vaguely aware of a distant, stabbing pain. She was lying face down on the table, covered in half eaten food and the seed of her rapist. She was still disoriented form passing out, trying to remember what happened, or even where she was. Unfortunately for her, the was a more pressing matter, a matter pressing viciously into a previously untouched hole. She was unconsciously crying out in pain, but she could even completely place it. Until she could put together that her ass was being raped. Savagely raped. The silver elf never hid the pain nor stifled her cries of anguish as thick meat skewered her, no lubrication to guide his strokes. From across the table, she saw her fellow priestess fucked from every angle, filled with cock and then some. Just besides was Lord Centos with hateful glee as she cried out from torment. Why? she sobbed, as her tender entrance stretched and spread over the invading member. We can willingly, to celebrate your victory with the Goddess! Why are you letting them hurt us? The man behind her grew harder and pounded her deeper and longer, grunting his carnality into her body. She cringed as he shot his searing semen into her split orifice, his spunk stinging her where the flesh had torn to accommodate him. She could feel it seep out of her as he pulled out, opalescent fluid standing out against the red ravaged right of muscles. Ahhh yeah! This bitch is enjoying herself! Make her moan again! The man in Qaithe's mouth shouted out, the sudden stimulation of her whining around his cock only served to make the brutal intrusion that much more enjoyable for the man as he fucked her throat. It wasn't like the men needed leadership or encouragement as they raped the drow, but regardless after he shouted that out Qaithe would feel her rapists thrust harder, faster, if that was even possible at this point. Qaithe's beautiful ebony skin would have bruises and marks that not even her complexion would hide. Im'mapaint this drow white! One of the men shouted out, the one fucking her ass pulling out before he started to shoot his load onto her back. And as if it was some sort of domino effect the others followed in suit. The man fucking her mouth buried his cock down her throat, pumping his seed into her awaiting stomach. The other having impaled the drow on his cock held her hips firmly down, his cum slowly slipping from between their sexes as he kept her in place. The other two at her hands had taken over, just to get to the point where they could climax as well. Both men painting Qaithe's face with semen as the other stepped back. But at least there was hope, all five of the men dropping Qaithe on the ground to go get something to drink. That hope was a lie however, two men walking over with a large pitcher in tow. You don't look like you are having fun, come on now join the party! One said while the other grabbed her, forcing her up on her knees before grabbing her by the throat. Qaithe was forced to tilt her head back as the other man started to pour the wine. Open your fucking hole! They shouted, the one that was man handling her pinched her nose shut. Waiting for her to gasp for air and be forced to take the wine. The two laughed, even if they were on the border of drowning her with wine when she tried to breath. Breaks over! Someone shouted out, both men standing up and pulled Qaithe along with them. Qaithe almost looked like a child in comparison to the two men that were tormenting her, especially more so when they had her sandwiched between each other, the two entering her pussy and ass and holding her up off the ground between the two. Tell us you like it! Tell us you want more! One shouted into Qaithe's face, bringing his hand up to slap her across the cheek while they thrusted into her. A cruel unison to thrust in together and fill her ass and pussy before pulling back onto to do it again. Come on you fucking whore! He said before slapping her again. My mates at the table want to hear you! Magnus watched with a perverse joy in his eyes once Nyssa came too, once she started to cry and practically beg for an answer. There was such confusion and sorrow in her voice, the elf not understanding at all why this was happening? But how could she? How could anyone? Magnus had no reason to such debauchery other then that he wanted to see it. A spur of the moment or random thought that the man saw through. Though what she asked made the man smirk, just as quickly as she asked did he respond. And what a celebration it is. I paid handsomely for your Goddess's services. And as priestesses you are duty bound to participate in our worship. There was much sarcasm and jest in Magnus's voice as he pretended to explain himself, like the very fact of what was going on didn't seem cruel or wrong in anyway to him. Are you telling me that my tribute didn't garner worthy worshipers? Surely you and your friend are experienced and skilled priestesses of your temple and can accommodate. I would be insulted if you Edanians wanted to spit on my glory with such inexperienced and naive attendants! Magnus spat out, Hold her down and fuck her ass again. The only person left that hadn't participated in the defacement of the EdanianPreistesses looked to be a younger man, a captain none the less, but one that had kept his seat. His food untouched, his chalice full.Obvious discomfort on his face but not a single action or word against what was happening. Bolthas, take your turn. Magnus stated coldly, the man staying seated for a few more moments before he got up. Instead of getting behind Nyssa and fucking her ass he walked to her front, grabbing his wrists and holding them down on the table before her. Magnus did say hold her down after all, Bolthas keeping his eyes away from the elf however. Magnus watched with a disappointed look on his face, his mouth opening to speak but didn't say a word when one of the men that had gotten jerked off by Qaithe came over and shoved his cock into Nyssa's ass. Qaithe whimpered as each man finished with her, coating her in humiliation and spunk. She ached in the aftermath of the brutal gang bang, ever hole sore and throbbing in the proof of her violation. She tried to wipe away the semen on her face, determined not to cry for these bastards, even as she shook in anguish. That resolve was tested as she was held down, hair yanked to force her to arch her neck, and lift her head towards the ceiling. She wasnt expecting what happened next, as her nose was held closed and wine was poured into her throat, its volume threatening to pull her down, and drown her in the hatred of these men. Gasping and coughing once they released her, she hadnt the strength to resist as they pulled her up, into the arms. The ease by which they held her up was not comforting at the moment, and the impact of his hand across her face as they penetrated her made it clear that they strength would be a weapon against her. They moved in unison, thrusting into her swollen holes at the same time. There was pure malice in their strokes, pressing against the thin barrier that separated their cocks, threatening to tear it with callous disregard. She was howling now, the pain too much to swallow or hold down. She wasnt crying yet, just letting the pain escape with each agonized wail. Nyssa was only given a few moments rest as she cried out for answers, trying to understand why they would do this. This wasnt about sex. Both women would have slept with the men here, all of them, eventually. They would have given these men the pleasure the goddess could wrought form their bodies, and bless their victory with willing and grateful praise. This was about hatred, and cruelty, exert their greater strength on numbers upon the two elven women. This is not the will of the Goddess! Nyssa spat at the man, as he acted as if there were nothing wrong with what he were doing to them. Worship is always chosen freely, by both the priestess and the devoted. This is rape! Tears streaked her cheek, adding their saltiness to the seed that had been left there, but her eyes did not falter. She would not look away from him, she could not look away from him, letting her pain and revulsion burn into his skull. It had little effect, as he order another man to fuck her ass. She tried to stand now, to defend herself somehow, with was difficult given the pain she was in. Before she could get up much, a knight in silver armor came over and held her down. She snarled in distress as she wasnt allowed to move, turning her disgust towards the man facilitating her next desecration. He wouldnt look at her, his eyes off on some distance image, far away from the horror playing out before him. For some reason, the mans inaction against what was happening made Nyssas blood boil, as much as the men participating in her rape. Are you proud of yourself, Nyssa spat at the man who held her down, as a second cock pushed into her tender ass. Her first rape left her looser for this second one, which didnt cause as much damage as he forced himself inside her. Are you proud that you stood by and did nothing but watch two priestesses get assaulted? You are no better than any man here. You may as well join in, like the piece of shit you are. Nyssa wasnt sure if insulting the man would inspire him to help them, but it was the only plan she could conceive of, at the moment.