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It was another pristine, shining day within the sleepy little village of Crustin. Built along side a steady steam and bordered a quaint little forest to it’s south and vibrant, rolling hills to its north, Crustin was just one of numerous quiet little isolated towns that littered the Kingdom of Bellet. To any travelers passing by, the area would seen to be ideal spot for those who sought the quiet, cozy life, but it held one dark secret. One kept only by a single resident and those who traveled miles for her less than moral services.
Manon Marygold was a just simple candlemaker, one who quietly lived out her days within her little cottage on the outskirts of the village, nestled right the edge where the forest melded into those rolling plains. She was an aging woman as evidenced by the streaks of grey running through her faded blonde hair which she kept tied in a shapely bun and the slight wrinkles that had formed around her piecing eyes accompanied by her signature monocle. Thick woolly sweaters made up most of her attire, resulting in her skin becoming quite pale due to rarely receiving the sun’s warm touch and simply rarely finding the need to venture far from her homestead. And yet despite how much of a recuse she was, she was deeply loved by her village as there wasn’t a single home in the area that wasn’t lit by her homemade candles nor a single child who hadn’t been to her home numerous times to receive a delectable treat.
Despite her preference for privacy, Manon was a woman incapable of obtaining suspicion or ire from her neighbors. She was admired, respected and trusted, of that there could be no argument. And yet nearly every aspect of Manon’s life was a carefully crafted lie. A lie she had grown to cherish, but a lie none the less.
The truth was, she was an underground queenpin, one who had rooted herself deep into the slave trade operating in these parts. On behalf of her clan, she operated as their mediator between them and every criminal and roaming band of shady mercenaries to precure any humans they were willing to sell to the dark realms. Sometimes they met in a place of her clients choosing, other times it had to be at her estate under the cover of darkness, but a purchase would always be agreed upon. One by one, countless poor souls had been entrusted to her, all of which found their way into her basement and shipped off to live a new life with one of her fellow Dark Elves or some other mamono who paid for her services. Either way Manon always received a generous bonus for her services regardless of who she acted on behalf of.
Yet on this day, as she sat upon her porch within the confines of her rocking chair, her hands idle with knitting a brand new sweater with some freshly donated wool, a disturbance only she could sense caught her attention. Something noteworthy had suddenly appeared amongst the hills. Wait, no, scratch that, two things of note and one other, and they were approaching fast. It appeared she was going to have guests arriving at her front door today, whether she liked it or not.
Now the only question was, who was dumb enough to meet with her in broad daylight and if they had the good sense to be enjoyers of tea as well?
Cecilia Gioiello, Malef princess of the kingdom of Fiorescuro and dungeon master in training, stepped forth from the seared markings that now scarred the earth in the shape of a teleportation circle. However, she was not alone, as alongside her was none other than one of the most infamous generals of the Royal Makai’s forces, the Cursed Sword Carmelita and the former slaver turned loyal Dragonewt bodyguard, Brielle Durand.
An intimidating trio, and yet if anyone saw them as they currently appeared, no one would be able to distinguish their true nature. For not a single corrupted feature could be found upon either of their shapely figures. For thanks to certain enchantments concealing their true monstrous forms, all three appeared as human as could be.
A necessary precaution if they wished to go about their business without causing a panic. After all unlike Grevil, the Kingdom of Bellet still held onto outdated discrimination against mamono despite also strongly opposing the Order. Truly a troublesome nation in every sense of the world, if only they could have followed in their neighbours’ footsteps instead of trying to wage war with them. But correcting this kingdom’s mistakes was not why they were here. Today, they came for a more personal reason and to finally tie up some loose ends in order to gain some closure regarding certain prior events.
“You sure this is the place, Brielle?” Carmelita sternly asked the disguised Dragonewt.
“Yup, one hundred percent. Only been here twice, but her shitty little cottage should just be at the edge of town,” Brielle proudly declared as she placed her hands on her lean hips.
“She better be. We could have saved weeks of tracking and intel gathering if you had just spoken up sooner that you knew where this degenerate was hiding,” Cecilia scolded her lackey as she flicked a bang of her blonde hair away from her face.
“To be fair, boss, I wasn’t exactly kept in the loop, so how was I supposed to realize Manon was the one you were after. No offence,” the draconic servant sheepishly explained herself.
“Calm yourself, princess. He found her and her operation, that is all that matters. Just remember, if she’s connected with who I think she is, its in our best interest to maintain a clear head,” the mamono general advised as she led the way through the hills.
“You really think she’s an Extremist?” Cecilia inquired with a raised eyebrow.
“I do, or at least she used to be and still holds deep ties with them. Either way, the fact she’s all the way out here undercover and has so heavily integrated herself with the local slave trade is worrisome. She’s a weed that needs to be pruned, simple as that,” Carmelita stated as cold as steel.
“So, what are the chances do you think she’ll play nice? If these Extremists are anything like you say they are, I wouldn’t put it past her to take this entire village hostage in some way. It’s what I would do, after all,” Brielle crassly uttered.
“She’ll play nice. We have what she wants most after all,” the Cursed Sword claimed with an assured, toothy smirk.
“I still have a hard time believing she would want that miscreant of all men. Although, I must admit if she does decide to take him off our hands, I can’t think of a more fitting fate for that pig after what he did to my Lewis,” the Malef princess spoke up to display her disgust.
“Just remember we’re not only here to deal with your grudge. If this works out, when we start construction on your dungeon, you will have a better standing with the Kingdom of Grevil when you make your case for it. Not to mention you will do well to gain some experience with her ilk. It could prove useful in case anyone with similar values come knocking upon your door with the intent to whisper in your ear,” Carmilita counseled, perhaps drawing from her own personal experiences.
“I’m amazed you think a Malef as pristine as myself could be so easily led astray by the words of another. You need to have some more faith in your new number one pupil, general.” Cecilia declared with a prideful yet sunny smile.
“I mean it, Cecilia. Keep your wits about you. That goes for the both of you,” the Cursed Sword strictly warned as she placed her hand on her sheathed, oversized scimitar while shotting a stern glare at the both of them, sending a shiver up both their draconic spines.
“Yes, ma’am!” both Cecilia and Brielle replied with a nervous salute.
“That’s better. Now enough dillydallying. The sooner we get this over with the sooner we can return to the Royal Makai to reunite with Lewis and resume your training regime,” the corrupted general uttered as they approached the village.
As the made their way through the cozy little hamlet, despite not being in their true monstrous forms, they still managed to turn quite a few heads as the locals were curious about the new strangers in their midst. Cecilia especially was drawing a lot of attention as her regal beauty and exquisite state of dress betrayed her higher-class upbringing. Many thought she was some passing noble being accompanied by her two rugged yet strangely just as alluring female bodyguards. A theory that made little sense as such a sight within such a remote village was extremely rare, but none were brave enough to question it as Cecilia and her entourage passed unopposed to the outskirts.
A noble’s business was their own after all. It was not for the commonfolk to question. For in Bellet, nobles were as divine as the royal family themselves.
As the disguised trio reached the seemingly mundane little hut where their target called home, they kept their senses sharp. And yet, they could sense nothing. No tricks or traps or even any sign of some form of security. There was nothing. It really was just a standard, little cottage. One that had an odd amount of candles scattered about in various melted degrees of use. At least it was from the outside. A fact that only seemed to put General Carmelita more on edge as they drew closer.
With a single knock from Brielle’s knuckle, a thunderous call was rung out to summon the home’s owner. For a few moments there was silence until the door creaked open and an unassuming face of an aging woman peeked through.
“Why, if it isn’t Brielle. I see you’re not with your usual crowd, why is that deary? Would you and your new friends here like to come inside to chat over some tea,” the older woman invited.
The young Dragonewt grabbed a hold of the door and pushed it wide open, “Cut the shit, Manon. I’ve got a new boss and she’s got a bone to pick.…..”
A hardy slap on the back of the head by Carmelita was enough to silence the boisterous brute.
“Forgive her. We would love to come inside for a chat,” the general more reasonably accepted.
“Well, I’m glad to see Brielle’s new friends have some manners. Please come inside, I’ll get the tea brewing,” Manon humbly offered as she allowed her unwanted guests inside.
Everyone filed in one by one as they entered the cozy interior of the cottage. Knitted pillows were piled up on her frilly couch, knick-knacks lined her elegant bookshelves, and potted flowers decorated nearly every corner of the space. It held everything one would expect a woman of Manon’s age to process. However, as soon as everyone was inside and the creaking door sealed shut, that was when Manon’s attitude and the entire atmosphere of the entire lodgings took a noticeable change.
“Well, Brielle I finally see that crappy attitude of yours finally got your dumb ass corrupted. So, why have you brought two bigshots to my door. You hoping to make amends or increase your standing with them? Is that it? You know how much I value discrepancy and yet here you are springing this shit on me out of the blue. I don’t care how rich or influential they are, this type of business is arranged in advance for a reason. Do you want to get my cover blown!” Manon more crassly berated as her attitude took a more aggressive turn.
With their privacy secured, Manon did more than just drop her act. Straightening her back and with a crack of her neck, the seemingly harmless elderly woman appeared to rapidly regain her lost years of youth as she dismissed her magical disguise. Her skin became smooth and dark like a rich chocolate, her ears become elongated and pointed, her blonde hair reclaimed all it’s colour and her curves became much more pronounced. Soon nothing remained of the woman who stood there before and in her place stood a very alluring Dark Elf, still wrapped in the woolly confines of her suffocating sweater.
“You’re one to talk about shitty attitudes, you pompous sadist! You should be thankful these two are even wasting their time with your smug ass!” Brielle barked back.
“Calm yourself, Brielle. Excuse my subordinate’s backlash, Manon was it, but we do have business with you, something I’m sure you will be quite interested in hearing,” Cecilia uttered as she wrangled her Dragonewt goon in.
“So, who do I have the privilege of hosting today? If you were hoping to acquire some of my stock straight from the source, I’m sorry to say I’m not foolhardy enough to keep them here. It would draw too much attention and create too many questions. You understand, right. I have to keep up appearances after all,” the Dark Elf politely inquired before casting a few spells around her home to ensure their talk wouldn’t be disturbed by any noisy neighbours.
Brielle slid her illusionary ring off first as her body once more became covered in her abnormally thick scales and her bulky, mace like tail dropped to the floor with a mighty thud. Cecilia simply undid the spell she had cast upon herself thus allowing majestic dark wings, horns and tail to erupt from her body to indicate her true draconic nature. Carmelita unhitched a chained bracelet off her arm which allowed her parasitic metal to grow over her left side once more as she unsheathed her beloved scimitar once more to hold in her hand. All deceptions were cast aside as they all stood before one another as they truly were.
“My, my, so you’ve become a cute little Dragonewt did you, Brielle. I have to admit those boorish scales and that unsightly club you call a tail, really suites you. And I imagine that Malef beside you is your new mistress. I must say she must have strange tastes if she wanted someone like you as a subordinate,” Manon chuckled as she finally got a glimpse of the newly corrupted Brielle.
“Oh shut it, you pointy eared hag. Don’t go insulting the boss….I mean, the lady here. This is none other than Princess Cecilia Gioiello and the Cursed Sword beside her is General Carmelita something or other. They’re the only ones I take crap from now and my job is to ensure no crap is flung at them by mouthy bitches like yourself. So, keep talking shit and we’ll see what happens,” Brielle introduced her master and to a much lesser extent the general with aggressive enthusiasm.
The dark Elf’s ears perked up upon hearing such familiar names as she ventured over to turn on the tea kettle, “Gioiello, you say. That most mean you’re one of Oriana’s spawns. Now what is a princess of such a faraway kingdom doing all the way out here on my doorstep no less alongside one of the Mamono Lord’s most decorated generals to boot.”
“Well let’s just say this sort of business trip isn’t one that will be involving the passing of coin I’m afraid,” Cecilia cheekily replied.
“Besides, I think the better question to be asking is, why is a high-ranking member of the Extremists playing neighbours with citizens of a kingdom she has no business being in,” Carmelita spoke up as she stared daggers right through the Dark Elf.
“Oh, is this what this is all about. I’ll have you know, I’m a former Extremist. I’ve left those days well behind me, so if you’re worried I’m plotting the downfall of this kingdom, I’m afraid your sadly mistaken. Even if this shithole is in need of saving, I’m in a very different line of work nowadays,” Manon defended herself as she poured herself a cup of tea.
“Not that different from what we’ve heard. Seems you play a big hand in the slave trade around these parts. In fact, from what we’ve unearthed your influence extends to quite a few of the surrounding kingdoms, including Grevil. We also know any slaves you purchase just so happen to find their way straight to Lescatie. So perhaps you haven’t cut all your ties with the Extremists. I can’t imagine how desperate one has to be to get wrapped up in such a lowly line of work. No wonder you’re still single,” Cecilia added with a haughty laugh as she looked down upon the slaver.
An annoyed twitch overtook the elf’s left, monocle covered eye, “Well it’s just good business to use what connections you already have and besides someone has to make sure all those poor souls find a better life waiting for them after everything they’ve gone through. It’s a shame but if mamono like me weren’t lurking around in this lowly line of work as you so elegantly called it, who knows what awful futures would have awaited those unfortunate souls if I hadn’t stepped in. Even you can agree they’re better in our loving hands than the human run slave markets.”
“Oh, don’t give us that crap. You make bank by acting as the middle bitch between those you buy from and those who buy from you,” Brielle pointed out despite forgetting how hypocritical of a statement that was coming from her.
“You’re the last person I want to hear that from, Brielle! Last I recall you and the rest of your merry band of thugs never once complained about the coin I handed you for your goods, so don’t go growing a conscience on me now. Henri as underhanded as he is at least understands maintaining positive relations…..wait, if you got corrupted into a Dragonewt, what happened to the rest of your company? Please tell me you didn’t drag them down with you,” Manon abruptly questioned as she nearly dropped her cup as it finally dawned on her what Brielle’s corruption truly hinted at.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean,” Brielle rebuked with insulted shock.
“Actually, that’s the matter we’ve come to discuss with you about. You see nearly two months ago, the band of mercenaries and slavers Brielle here was once apart of had a run in with our dear Princess here within the Kingdom of Grevil and were ultimately dealt with by her,” the Cursed Sword General coldly informed.
“They attempted to murder me and my darling Lewis by collapsing the clock tower we were in right when we were about to make love for the first time. Do you realize how close my beloved was to death. Too close,” the Malef princess snared as the mere memory was enough to get her blood boiling.
“She kicked our asses real good for it too, didn’t you boss,” Brielle added with an odd sense of pride in her mistress.
“I see…..I am so sorry you had to experience that, princess, but you don’t think I had anything to do with it. My relation with those slavers were simply business, I had no sway over their actions, I merely brought from them, nothing more,” the Dark Elf sympathetically pleaded as she began to fear the others thought she was the mastermind behind such a grievous assassination attempt.
“We know you had nothing to do with it,” Carmelita chimed in as she noticed that Manon was starting to sweat bullets.
“If you know that, when why have you come all the way out here just to tell me this?” Manon questioned with a raised brow, unsure of what direction this conversation would take next.
“We wanted to let you know that we have Henri and that he remains unclaimed,” Cecilia stated with a smug smirk.
“And why do you think I would care whether that sharp-tongued miscreant is taken or not,” the Dark Elf inquired with a straight face, and yet one could catch a hint of weakness in her strong front as the cup in her hand started to tremble slightly.
“Because you gave him this to help him in his business pursuits,” the draconic princess continued before summoning forth a twisted and cursed branding iron to present to the elven queenpin, “Does this look familiar to you, Manon.”
“It might be an old toy of mine from my younger days that I may or may not have sold to Henri. Why? It’s not like that indicates I have feelings for the man. It just means I wanted him to have an easier paying off his debts to me, that’s all,” Manon declared sternly despite more cracks in her façade appearing.
“Come now, Manon, there’s no need to deny it. We’re all mamono here. You wouldn’t have sold something that personal to a man like him if you didn’t have some feelings for the bastard,” the General stated as she cut through the bullshit.
“Not to mention I’ve seen how you flirted with him. Seriously what do you see in that pig,” Brielle added with a judgemental tone.
“Ok, maybe I have some interest in the man, but can you blame me. Smooth talking scum like him just wakes up every sadistic impulse in me. I just want to tie him down and punish him until he’s the good little obedient pet I know he can be. He would be such a fun challenge to break too, and the best part is I would never have to feel guilty over anything I put him through. Oh, scum like him are every Dark Elves’ wet dream,” Manon finally broke down with enthusiasm as revealed her darkest fantasies with the man in question.
While Brielle became disturbed by the Dark Elf’s open perversions, Cecilia simply smiled in understanding, “Well, if you feel so strongly about the man, I would hate to keep you two apart. However, his crimes against me and my beloved are severe and there are just so many waiting to have a crack at him. But perhaps we could come to an arrangement where the responsibility of carrying out his punishment is passed on to you.”
“I see your angle, but not your destination, princess. Ok, you got my attention. What do you want from me in exchange for the return of my favourite scoundrel,” Manon inquired as a sense of relief overtook the Dark elf as she wandered over to take a seat upon one of her chairs to enjoy her tea.
“We want you to retire and leave these lands for good, as well as hand over any information you have regarding your business contacts, especially those who operate in Grevil. If your information is reliable and helps us in our cause, then we’ll turn a blind eye to how much you have contributed to the misery around here,” the Cursed Sword set forth the outlines of their proposal.
“My, my that is a tall order. If I did that, I wouldn’t just be ratting out some human scum but some personal friends of mine, former sisters-in-arms even. Of course, hypothetically if I did agree to that, I would not only require some time to gather such intel but I would also need many…..reassurances. I may even require some financial support if I were to go down this path you so generously provided,” Manon countered as she tested to see where the line was drawn.
“Oh, you greedy bitch!” the Dragonewt enforcer called out.
“What? If I’m going to be giving up my entire livelihood, I need some way to support my soon-to-be husband. But I wouldn’t expect a single loser like you to understand that, Brielle,” Manon shot back at the former slaver.
“Why you….you keep talking crap and I’m going to rip those ears right off that smug head of yours!” Brielle uttered as stream was starting to pour from her ears.
“Calm yourself, Brielle, and as for you Manon, don’t push your luck. You’re lucky I’m not dragging your scrawny ass before the Royal Makai’s high courts for the actions you’ve taken,” the bladed General scolded.
“Last I checked dealing in the slave trade, especially to secure men for lonely mamono wasn’t illegal,” Manon rebuked.
“Perhaps not in the Royal Makai or other mamono ruled kingdoms, however operating in a human controlled nation that is allied with us, like Grevil for instance is an entirely different matter,” Carmelita stated rather harshly.
“Oh please, Grevil hardly counts as an ally. Sure, they allow some mamono inside, but they discriminate against so many others. I’m basically doing any human taken from there a favor by introducing them to our territory,” the Dark Elf scoffed the argument away.
“Be that as it may, progress is still being made and we can’t have troublemakers like you working against that. If they were to discover mamono have been playing a large hand in the enslavement of their citizens, our relations would be set back drastically. I’m trying to get a dungeon built there for the sake of my darling and I’ll be damned if it gets rejected because a few horny Dark Elves or whoever else you’re involved with wanted to take advantage of the chaos between two warring kingdoms,” Cecilia chimed in as she revealed her personal stake in this.
“Listen Manon and listen well, this is what I’m willing to do for you. I will relocate you and Henri to a place of my choosing where you will be allowed to live out your lives as you see fit, but you will be kept under watch, not only for your own safety but to ensure you don’t cause any more trouble. You will be on a leash, a very short leash, but it’s better than the alternative. So, do we have a deal,” the Cursed Sword gave her final ultimatum.
“So, this is all just a political move at the end of the day. You know taking me and my cohorts out of the equation won’t put an end to the slave trade around these parts. Others will come to fill in the massive holes we will leave behind. You know that don’t you?” Manon stated as she stalled to think things over.
“You’re right, but it will improve our standing with the Kingdom of Grevil and we can make things a lot harder for anyone who wants to follow in your footsteps. So, I’ll ask again, do we have a deal?” the bladed general put forth the question once more.
“Fine……..but I’m going to at least need a week to gather everything you’re asking for,” Manon relented as she accepted the agreement.
“Excellent to hear. Now, I do believe our little elf here has earned her prize. Don’t you agree Carmelita,” the Malef princess uttered devilishly to the Cursed Sword.
“I believe she has. We will make the arrangements. In one week’s time, we will return for the information and you will have your man to do with as you see fit,” Carmelita nodded in agreement as a smile finally brought through her stern demeanour.
“Actually, wait, I may need two weeks, possibly more,” the queenpin uttered as she thought something over.
“Oh, and why is that?” Cecilia quickly inquired.
“There is something else I need to work on, a surprise I need to prepare for Henri, one I’ve been planning to spring on him for a long time,” the Dark Elf explained bashfully, almost embarrassed by the implications of what she was planning.
“We can agree to that. Just make sure you have everything ready by that time. Play straight with us, and you’ll have Henri at your mercy before you know it,” the Cursed Sword claimed as she agreed with the time extension.
“Oh thank you for the understanding, general, but if our business is now concluded, I would greatly appreciate if you got the hell out of my house,” Manon grumbled through grinding teeth as she pointed towards the door.
“Oh, Henri, what hellhole did they drag you to this time,” the former slaver, Henri Bocher mumbled to himself as he forced his heavy eyes to open to reveal the dreary alien space he now found himself in.
Attempting to raise himself up to inspect his surroundings, he found his attempt shiftily halted. It took a few more tugs of his arms and legs before his brain woke up enough to realize every one of his limbs had been chained to one of the corners of the oddly comfortable bed he now found himself upon. His robust body was spread out like a starfish with only his undergarments left on to act as his last shred of dignity as the rest of him was exposed to the damp chill that lingered in the air.
It seemed he was not only still a prisoner but would soon become a taken man. How the hell did it all come to this? How could he have fallen so damn low?
Last he recalled he was locked away in that lavished prison cell along with the very last remnants of his former company after they picked the wrong fight with that bratty dragon. One by one he had to endure the humifaction of watching his men be sold off to questionable looking mamono as if they were a pack of stray dogs waiting for adoption. From Orcs, Krampuses, Dark Elves, Arachne and Succubae, they all lined up outside their cell to pick out a man for them to play with or redeem. Even a Bogey stopped by to drag off Ted, claiming he was misunderstood and just needed a soft hug to sink into. He wasn’t sure how that oversized plushie came to that conclusion, but what he did know was that he was never going to see Ted or any of his men ever again.
Good riddance, they were all useless dumbasses anyway.
Everyone was claimed, all except for him, although it wasn’t like there weren’t offers. While he witnessed more than a few mamono pointing at him and begging to his jailers to take him, they were always refused. He had been in the slave business long enough to know that could only mean one thing, he was already a purchased product, or at the very least was being saved for a big buyer. And if that was the case this new room he found himself in most likely belonged to whoever now owned him.
Compared to the last room he was held in, this place came off as more one would expect from a traditional dungeon. Stone walls, no windows and only one steel door with a barred window being the only way in or out of this bricked square. The only source of light was the warm glow of countless candles that littered the walls and floor, creating pools of wax wherever they stood. There was even a bench lined against the far-off wall, full of various items he couldn’t make out due to his prone position, but he doubted it was anything good. Yup, this was definitely a dungeon, and whoever owned it also now owned him.
Well, shit.
While most men would have been able to see the cosmic justice of slavers becoming slaves themselves, Henri was not one of them. He raged against his shackles and chains, trying desperately in vain to free himself before it was too late. As he struggled, he couldn’t help but silently curse out everyone who had wronged him and had placed him in this embarrassing situation. That wretched dark dragon, that ungraceful bitch Marcelle, and of course every worthless member of his merry little band of slavers who couldn’t kill one fucking dragon.
Every person he captured and sold off. Every back ally deal, every under the table loan he had to pay off and piece of scum, human or mamono, he had to interact with. Every battle he fought on behalf of either Grevil or Bellet. It was all for naught. He was so close to finally living the good life and it was all taken away. This was a dog-eat-dog world, he knew that, hell he lived by it to the letter, and yet not once in his entire life did he ever consider he would be the one ending up being devoured some day.
It wasn’t fair! If he ever got out of this, no when he got out of this, he would get even. He would have everyone’s head hanging above his fireplace just so they could watch him live the good life. He would get out of this, he had too and than no one would stop him from finally living the life of luxury he knew he deserved.
But than his mind returned to his undeniable reality as soon as the creaking of the cell door reached his ears.
“Mr. Bocher, oh my dear Mr. Bocher, you seem quite restless. Is everything not to your liking?” a low sultry voice called out alongside a fiendish giggle, a voice he knew all too well.
No, no, no, not her, anyone but her. This had to be a mistake. How did she even find out about his little fuck up? Not even fate itself could be so cruel as to tie his destiny with hers.
Of all the mamono that could have bought him, why did it have to be that sadist, Manon.
Henri immediately brought out into a cold sweat before mustering up the courage to turn his head to face his new owner. As expected, the alluring yet wicked visage of Manon was there waiting by the door for his frightful eyes to soak in and admire. Just as Henri feared, she hadn’t bothered coming to him in her usual human guise, as her true Dark Elf nature was on full display. Her hair remained tied neatly in a bun and her signature monocle still rested snuggly over her left eye, but the rest of her outfit was vastly different to how he had usually seen her. The comfy sweaters and baggy pants she used to pair alongside her disguise were no where to be found and in their place was a single strapless leotard crafted from smooth, black leather. One that left little to the imagination as it rode up her supple neither's so tightly the outline of the elf’s hungry pussy was plain to see as a striking cameltoe and the dark valley of her ample cleavage was on full display thanks to the deep v-neck that reached all the way down to her navel. Fishnet stockings dug into the skin of her meaty thighs and matching leather boots tipped with bladed heels rode up to her knees to complete her striking appearance.
In her left hand she held a twisted candelabra adorned with five melting, purple candles and in her right was a sturdy looking riding crop just begging to be used. Her intentions were as clear as the arousal on her face. She had come to play, and she intended for Henri to be the toy she was going to break in.
“Don’t tell me my beauty has left you speechless or perhaps you’ve been waiting for this moment as long as I have?” Manon teased as she walked over with an extra sway in her hips, her heels producing a menacing click with every step as she drew closer.
“Manon….listen….let’s not get hasty here. I know I fucked up and that I still got debts to pay with you but we both know I’m no good to you tied up like this! Like I mean, you like money, I like money, so why not let me go so I can get back out there and make us both some coin,” Henri beggingly pleaded for the Dark Elf to consider.
“Oh, and how exactly do you plan on making that coin, darling. You got nothing left. I know what happened between you and that Malef. How you tried to kill her and her husband for some quick cash, and how you lost everyone under your employ in the attempt. Honestly, Henri what were you thinking. Do you have any idea the amount of trouble you’ve gotten yourself into and what I had to do to get you out,” Manon uttered more sternly as she traced figure eights with her disciplinary rob over his hairy chest.
Henri started to panic as it became clear his setbacks were no secret to his former business partner, “I can rebuild, I have the connections. Hell, we can use your connections. I can start from scratch, work my way back up and pay you back everything. I even have some leads of where I could collect some refugees for you to sell off to your friends back home. But we have to act fast. Such opportunities don’t last forever you know, so if you just let me go….”
Henri’s pleads were quickly silenced as Manon’s riding crop came crashing down to slap his lips shut.
“That’s enough begging out of you, for now anywhere. Listen, no such connections exist anymore for either of us. I’m afraid we’re both out of a job now thanks to you,” the former queenpin divulged ominously.
“What is that supposed to mean,” the robust man hesitantly inquired.
“It means, my dear Henri, that you owe me much more than coin now. You see in order to get your fat ass out of prison and to ensure no one else claimed you, I had to agree to take an early retirement of sorts and sell out everyone I ever did business with. I sacrificed my entire livelihood and reputation for you, I even have to move and leave the quiet little life I created here behind as well, so I would appreciate it if you were a little more thankful,” the Dark Elf cooed menacingly as she leaned into his ear.
“Why….why would you do that….exactly?” the robust man scrambled to ask despite already knowing the answer.
“Simple, because if anyone is going to punish you, it’s going to be me. You see, Henri, I’m not getting any younger and you’ve wronged me more than anyone else. This whole mess aside, did you really think I wasn’t aware of how you were screwing me. How you would break our little arrangement, by selling to other buyers behind my back with the very goods you promised to me and my clan. You even did business with those detestable Orcs, just because they were willing to pay a little more. But I let it slide and never mentioned it. Do you know why, Henri,” Manon put forth her question as she made it clear there was no secret regarding Henri’s operations she didn’t already know.
“No…..” the former slaver turned slave squeaked out.
“It’s because I wanted to see how deep you could dig your own grave. I wanted to see how rotten you truly were so I could prepare the proper line up of punishments for you. But sadly, after everything I learned I don’t think I will be enough to correct your behaviour,” Manon dramatically declared before giving Henri’s clothed cock a hardly smack from er riding crop.
Henri’s body immediately jolted from the impact as both pain and pleasure shot through him, “Fuck…don’t do that and what the hell do you mean by that. Wait, you don’t mean you plan on…..”
“Sharing you? Something like that, but you need to understand Henri, you belong solely to me, you both do,” Manon cryptically stated before turning to face the door, “Ok, Aurore, you can come in now. I have someone very special I want you to meet.”
Henri’s eyes grew wide with shock as he watched a creamy white, wax hand push open the door to relieve the towering construct that had seemingly been patently waiting outside. Its entire body was composed of a slick wax which oozed and wobbled with every step the lumbering mamono took. Both her legs were metallic boots and her forearms were fortified gauntlets, both crafted from pristine silver and decorated with floral patterns which even spiked out by their edges.
Henri knew instantly that this Aurore was a Candlegeist but the oddest thing about her was how similar her looks were to Manon. It was as if she was designed after the Dark Elf herself as she had the same pointy ears and hair bun where the flicker of flame was located. For gods sake even her face was identical to Manon’s down to the last detail minus her dark complexion and monocle. Perhaps, Henri had underestimated just how egoistical Manon truly was.
“Hello, it’s a pleasure to serve you,” the wax golem greeted with an awkward curtsy.
“You got to be shitting me, you designed a Candlegeist after yourself!” Henri blurted out.
“That’s right. As you know, ever since I came out here, candle making has become a personal hobby of mine. In fact, I even started experimenting the use of candle wax in more intimate ways, and I must say the results were quite thrilling. So I decided to make the perfect little submissive companion out of it to help out around the house and keep you busy while I’m away. I’ve been working on her for years, but after I heard about your little screw up, I had to rush her completion. So, she’s not exactly as stable as I would prefer, but that’s nothing a little bit of your essence can’t fix. Ok, Aurore, now do as we practiced and place your cute little butt right….here,” the Dark Elf informed as she traced her riding crop up Henri’s body until it pointed exactly at his face.
“As you wish, mistress,” the Candlegeist obeyed with a sloppy grin.
The lumbering pile of wax slowly made her way to the bed and crawled over to Henri’s restrained body. Positioning her metallic legs on both sides of his torso, the living construct hovered the two orbs of jiggling wax that was her ass above the former slaver’s face, before ultimately dropping it without mercy. Henri quickly found herself smothered beneath the waxy flesh of the Candlegeist as Manon instructed Aurora to grind her hips and sex against him. Henri was shocked he wasn’t sinking into the gelatinous substance as it held surprisingly firm around him, but it was hot to the touch, hot enough to cause the sensation of burning upon his skin. And yet all this sensation caused in the man was excitement as evidenced by the painful erection now growing just beneath the last bit of fabric he had around his waist.
Manon could only smile with delight as she heard Henri’s muffled cries and how Aurora tried in vain to hold back the moans she so desperately wanted to let out. Such a debaucherous sight only lit the Dark Elf’s own internal fire as she gave Henri’s aroused cock another hard slap with her riding crop, before crawling onto the bed to join the others.
“So, back to what you owe me, Henri. I think a couple of kids and endless nights of pleasure is a good place to start. We can go over the rest at a later date, but for now let’s just focus on making sure you know who exactly you belong too, now. Just remember, you deserve all this, my dear little Henri, every last bit of it.”