Thread: The misadventures of Vana and Dak (StarSiren & MysticTiger)

Elvanae Baenett Lost Princess blessed by magic Today was not turning out to be a good day for Vana. She had stumbled across this hapless little town scarcely a month ago. At first, she thought the villagers just needed help. They droned on about crop failures and still births and really pulled on Vana's heartstrings. As a practiced necromancer, these were problems she could fix!! So, she assured the townsfolk that their trouble wild be no more and went about doing her whole raise the dead thing. Unfortunately, her incantations and spells only brought back undead creatures, which meant dear, sweet Vana was trying to reunite families with zombie babies.. or worse. After several sincere but misguided attempts, the spiritual leader of the town paid her a visit. He concluded that her heart was pure and her intentions true, thus she meant no real harm, but no one wanted her kind of magic about. So, she packed her things to leave. It was a sad day, really, since she'd really liked it in that backwoods town. No one stared at her odd skin coloration, which fell somewhere between peach and ashen grey, more than usual or commented on her hair vibrantly pigmented violet hair. No one had even mentioned her enchanting green eyes or her obviously Elven ears. It was like her half-drow, half-elf features were invisible to these people. They had accepted her purely as a traveler who happened to know magic. And now they were asking her to leave because of it. Vana might have cried if it hadn't already happened in a dozen or more towns before this one. Ever since she left the Temple of Shadows, she'd been chased out of village after superstitious village. Yes, she had only been in town a week, but she liked this place! And 1 week was the longest sequential stay she'd had in a single village! The Priest came to see her off, but just before leaving town, he stopped her. He asked a few inappropriately personal questions, how old was she? Had she been traveling long? Did she have a life mate? Vana didn't know why he'd care, but she answered honestly. She was in her prime fertility years, approaching middle age and no, she had not yet found a life mate. Human men died too quickly to be considered and both Elves and Drow allik turned up their noses at her parentage. Even other halfelves shunned her, so no, she had no companion. And she had only been traveling perhaps 6 months. It was then that the Priest suggested a new plan. Vana didn't have to leave the city if she agreed to aid him in restoring the village through the help of the gods. She was giddy with excitement and hugged the Priest on the spot! If only she'd known then what would happen! Days later, she awoke from some kind of magically induced stupor to find herself chained to an archaic altar. The kindly old Priest was chanting something foreign over and over while a circle of robed figures prostrated themselves and prayed. Vana sighed. If they had told her they wanted to use her life force to summon a demon, she would have just summoned one for them! As the chanting continued, a swirling vortex appeared in front of her and a dark, horned creature emerged. It looked around the room, sniffing the air with each turn of it's scaly head before setting it's beady eyes on the Priest. They spoke some language that Vana didn't understand so perhaps it was a Devil, not a Demon and then both of them were staring at her. That is when she realized she had been stripped completely naked. The creature approached her and inhaled a long, deep breath. It's tongue rolled out of it's pointed mouth and lapped at her flesh. The rough surface scoured one breast while sharpened nails thrust aside her vaginal folds and a calloused fingerpad carelessly rubbed her sensitive clit into a hardened nub. She knew what would happen next, and she tried telling the Priest that she was no virgin, but the moment she opened her mouth, it became filled with the creature's tongue. Hands now squeezed and smooshed her ample bosom, taking no care with her stiff nipples and tugging on them until she moaned aloud. The noise opened her throat more and the creature's tongue slipped further down her throat while continuing to rub and thrash in her mouth. She couldn't see his dick, but she certainly felt it enter her and she thanked her maker that she wasn't a virgin. The creature was cruel and didn't even bother waiting until she was fully aroused before shoving his barbed prick inside her. He thrust into her and suddenly, her mouth and her pussy were being fucked at the same time.. one with his cock and the other with his crazy tongue. But the rape was over faster than it began. After a handful of pumps, he let loose an enormous load deep within her belly and extracted himself from her. He spoke again to the Priest, who looked on horrified, and then vanished into the nexus, closing the portal as he went. The Priest fell to his knees, then turned an ire-filled gaze upon the ravaged Vana. She coughed and sputtered, trying to speak with a raw throat, but her voice came only in scratches. ..would've.. told.. you.... ugh..cough cough.. shou- cough cough cough..'ve.. asked.. asshole.. The Priest was livid and ordered Vana hung, then drawn and quartered, then tarred and feathered. One of the robed persons suggested imprisonment until a proper punishment could be decided, and the others agreed. So Vana, naked and sullied as she was, and with no strength to fight her imprisoners, was taken to the Chapel basement and strung up in the center by her wrists. A gag was placed in her mouth and her hands were bound together for good measure. She was a spellcaster, afterall, and thus she could arm herself in surprising ways without the need for weapons. It took 2 days before they started raping her in shifts. She wasn't a virgin anyway, so what did it matter? She had ruined their pact with the horned devil to restore their land and she would be put to death.. eventually. For now, she got to entertain three guards a day, and occasionally the Priest himself. They made copious use of her ass and her pussy, but they hosed her down once a day so she wouldn't stink too badly. She was fed and allowed two bathroom breaks a day. All in all, not the worst situation she'd been in during her long lifespan. But today, they had finally decided on a punishment. The Priest was going to try a new ritual in two days time, and she would be sacrificed by burning pyle to some obscure sungod in hopes that their village would be spared from it's current calamity. He of course waited to tell her these things until he was right on the verge of climax. As he shot a hot sticky load into her already messy cunt, he described how she would writhe when the flames seared her skin. Vana rolled her eyes. Promises, promises. We both know it won't work. I already told you, let me use my magic and I'll summon a proper demon for you, one that requires a contract, not a sacrifice, and your town will be right as rain! But the Priest wasn't interested in letting Vana go, not yet. As he left and called the guard to come back, Vana tugged at her wrist chains. It was a lost cause, she knew, but she had to try because she really didn't want to die. The chains clanked and clamoured, but held fast. Oh come on! This isn't even fair! At least give me a fighting chance! That's what the Drow do, you know! Motherfuckers.. Hey! Anyone out there? I know some of these cells are full! Any takers to break out before I get crispy-fried? The guard hadn't entered yet and the Priest had forgotten to replace her gag, so Vana made full use of her voice. HELP!!! ANYBODY!! H-E-L-P... HELP!!