Chapter Text
> You build a glorious throne.
You raise your spiky, demonic cock, and impale a screaming, pleading, and slightly less cute elf.
He is still breathing, still alive. But that won't last very long.
The spiky cock penetrates the elf's ass, as his screams of pain and terror are broadcast to the world.
"Don’t take my soul into your cock, demon!"
The elf convulses in spasms, his soul drawn into your cock and disappearing into your fiery depths.
"See how good you are at killing, my cock?" you smirk.
You hear a high pitched squeal, as a shape-shifter you've had sex with arrives.
You hear him, you see him, you know him.
Dilan, shape-shifter and soon-to-be mother.
You seize him, as you know he's too weak to resist.
"You're a mighty warrior, Elf Hunter. You shall be my thrall, my own personal slave, and do my bidding."
You grab his head, forcing her mouth over your spike-cock.
"I won't be a demon's whore, you sick fuck," he says.
"Demon's whore, huh?"
You smack his face, smearing his blood and saliva over it.
"Ow!"
You slap him again, as he cries out.
"Awww! Stop! Stop it, stop hurting my face, p-please!"
"I've had enough of your whining, elf. You think this is torment? My spiky cock can bring a lot of pain and terror, not to mention the immense pleasure of killing and destroying."
"But I thought you said you came to take my soul into your cock."
"Oh, I did. I still will. After I drain you, I'll fuck your corpse and take your soul."
"You're a demon, you're not even a little bit nice!"
"I'm a lot nicer than you think, elf. In fact, I'd prefer if you were my thrall. Then I could do a lot more for you than torturing you. Do you want to be my thrall, elf?"
"No! No! No! I don't want to be your whore!"
"I think you do, little one."
"I'm a lot stronger than you, you sick fuck."
"I want you to be my thrall, you sick fuck. If you refuse, I'll make you."
"Uh... no, I don't want to be your thrall."
You punch him.
"Aaaagh! Ow!"
You punch him again.
"Uuuuggh! Stop it, stop it, stop it!"
You punch him again.
"Aaaahhh!!!!"
You punch him one more time.
"Ow! Stop! Stop it! Stop it!"
"Do you want to be my thrall, elf?"
He squirms.
"Well... no... No! I mean... Yes! Yes, please! Just let me go! Please! I'll do anything! I'll be your... I'll be your... I'll..."
He offers up a long list of things he'll do for you.
Anything.
Anything at all.
Just don't kill him. Don't even injure him.
You are a demon. You can barely contain your anger.
> You strip him and force your spiked cock into his virgin arsehole.
He screams in pain, terror, and dismay.
"Aaaagh! No! Please! Stop, stop! Ow!"
Your cock throbs with the energy of his tight virgin arsehole. You begin to shudder as you can feel his tight little muscles contracting and releasing around the shaft of your cock. You are about to cum, but you know it's not the time for that. The Elf Hunter's life is in your hands.
Do you want to kill him? Or do you want to keep him alive to serve you as a male concubine?
You decide to...
> You kill him with your dick-spikes and burning cum.
You stab him through the heart with your entire dick-pole.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cries out, the only sound a dying gargle.
"Ha ha! I am the fucking sword of Valheru! His blood and bones will feed my cock for eternity, elf!"
You cum on his corpse.
"Ow! Ow! Stop! Please, I'm sorry!"
You walk outside. You see that the elf has indeed died.
You go back inside.
Time to find another, fresher slave to rape to death.