Thread: The Conquest by The People (darkest_fate and google)

RE The Conquest by The People The defenses of this land were disappointing, true it was taking his external forces a little more time then expected to breach the magical shield that had been erected to keep them out but sooner or later it would fall, his own mages were powerful though and they would bring it down, while the more physically inclined of his forces would storm the breeches that were opened up and bring down the guards who stood in their way. The People would have this city in before the rise of the sun, resistance would be quashed swiftly and the surviving population enslaved, humans were little better then cattle and would soon would be learning their place in the new order that was rising across the planet. They would be bred and raised to serve their rightful masters, some would even be allowed to rise into trusted positions, ruling over their own kind in order to better please their masters... the Princess of this land would not be so lucky though. The smaller force that he was leading in spread out once they entered the castle, each one of them more then capable of taking care of themselves and they knew their roles. Isilmorte however was not just entering to cause some chaos, he was hunting with his favored slave at his side, never straying more then a tentacles reach away from him, the ever moving tendrils of flesh lightly brushing over her as a constant reminder of his presence and his power, the more sensitive tissue coming into contact with her warm skin a constant source of pleasure and arousal for him. She of course knew better then to stray so far away from him right then, though resistance was light there was the occasional attempt to ambush him and with his two upper arms constantly in motion he was able to ward away any arrows or bolts with magic while his lower arms retaliated with raw mystical force, blasting them away as he continued to press forward, almost able to taste the mystical power that this princess possessed. It didn't take long to find her, he was drawn toward her like metal shavings to iron that had been struck by lightning. Soon he was not far from her, standing behind a man who sought to guard her but before the man was even able to react to the presence of the monster behind him Isilmorte thrust his tendrils forward and into the back of the man, the powerful muscle punching through the lesser armor of his back and the bones deep inside. It took very little effort on his part really, his body was as strong as his magical talents and soon the man had collapsed, the princess was trying to appear brave while surrendering to him, and Isilmorte was using the thin robes that covered his slave to wipe away the blood that was dripping from him. His head slowly tilted to the side, his eyes regarding her with curiosity and recognizable lust, already thinking of the many ways he would enjoy using her body. So many of the humans insisted their royalty remain as pure as possible until they bound themselves eternally to another... well the princess would find herself bound on this day though she would likely be less then pleased about it. Prisoner... He said slowly, his voice deep and slow but his use of the language was perfect. You misunderstand princess, a prisoner has some value for an exchange, a prisoner can be ransomed or interrogated to learn intelligence from. You will serve neither purpose princess... you are cattle to me, you are property now. There will be pain, you will suffer for a time and it will be beyond anything you can imagine... but in time you will come to enjoy it and crave my most intimate touch. As if to demonstrate the touch of his tentacles on the face of her slave intensified, pressing towards her mouth, pulling at the robes she wore, exposing more and more flesh at every moment, he was in control here, there was no threat at all, nothing to challenge him and he was looking forward to showing her just what was in store for her, and how much she would enjoy it.