The Queen of Phalli

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<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "bedroom">>\ <<set $savegameSummary = "Chapter I">>\ <h1>Chapter 1</h1>\ <<set $Veldrina to 0>>\ <<set $Maryl to 0>>\ <<set $Nefail to 0>>\ \ A new cycle begins, and I rise from my bed full of giddiness and hope. Ot is one less cycle before I leave the safety of my home and head off to the High Temple. One less cycle before I begin my education, and possibly the rest of my life. One less cycle before Sister Synafae returns. And I am going to welcome her home with the best gift imaginable… I just need to come up with an actual idea for it. But that can wait. Now, it is time for breakfast! \ \ With the pull of a rope, I make the service bell ring, and Maryl appears from behind the door. \ \ "A fine day to you, Mistress." She greets me with a bow of her head and a tray loaded with tea and pastries. \ \ As I unleash my appetite upon the unfortunate delicacies, my gaze lingers on Maryl. She got so tall, and plump. I remember the day Sister Synafae brought her to me. My first personal maid, who was barely more than adolescent at the time. Her curves were still developing, and she was shorter than me by a good head. Now, a mere couple of decades later, the situation has reversed. There is but one thing that stayed the same. \ \ "After all these years spent in the realms below, you still use the word day instead of cycle,” I tell her with my mouth full. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you miss your life on the surface." "Not at all, Mistress." She reassures me. "Serving you gives me purpose; it is more than a lowly human such as I deserves." \ \ There always is a hint of playfulness in her submissive demeanour. I always liked that about her. \ \ "Should I fetch your dress, Mistress? Or… would you like me to please you first?" \ \ I ponder the idea a moment. I admit I do feel a little aroused, as I often do right after waking up. But that might make me late for Veldrina’s lecture. And then I’ll never hear the end of it. What should I do? \ [[Have Maryl fetch my garments]] [[Have Maryl go down on me]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ \ Despite being common-born, Veldrina still is our Qu'el'faeril, our House Mage and teacher, one of the few dark elves in Matron Sipriina's house I would rather not cross. "Help me with my dress and my hair. I’ll finish breakfast as you brush me." Maryl betrays her disappointment. If she is pretending to flatter me, she is being convincing. I almost feel guilty. I hope Mother Sipriina will allow me to bring her along to the High Temple. \ \ I sit on the chair and notice Maryl's eyes falling to my posterior as I do so. I can't say I like that. Over the course of the last forty years or so, my butt is the only part of my body that has grown, and it has done so to proportions that attract a lot of unwanted attention. Sister Synafae always says that I should be proud of my wide hips and booty. And when she wishes to scold me, Sister Nefail likes to do so with spanks that cause me little pain but much embarrassment. I wish I could move some of this… roundness to my disproportionally tiny breasts. \ \ "Maryl, please be honest, does my ass look too big?" "It looks splendid, Mistress. Besides, mine is not much smaller than yours." "But you are a human!" I bite my tongue; I doubt she needs to be reminded. "I mean… don’t you think it would be better if I were a little more proportionate, like you?" "You are being silly, Mistress. Your figure is worthy of a queen." If she is trying to manipulate me, she is succeeding. I thank her with a deep kiss, which she eagerly returns. \ [[Continue|Scene 2A]]

<<playLoveTheme>>\ <<galleryimage "C1S1">>\ <<set $Maryl +=1>>\ \ Ah, what the hells! In two cycles' time, I won’t have to listen to her ramblings anymore. I lay back on the bed, spread my thighs, and command my servant to do her duty. She smiles as she complies. Short-lived as they may be, humans are clever. They can be trained to perform pretty much any task in a relatively brief time and this particular task Maryl has learned to perfection. She embraces my thighs and slowly kisses her way to me. She caresses me the way I want her to, nibbles at me the way I want her to, licks me the way I want her to. No need for corrections or commands, all I have to do is lay back and enjoy. \ \ "Is this to your liking, Mistress?" She asks me with my juices all over her lips and chin. "Don’t stop!" I order with a voice that should be commanding but sounds imploring. She goes back to her duty with enthusiasm. As she finds her way around my pussy with her tongue, I know she is doing so with a smile. As a slave, this is probably one of the few moments when she is in control and, for some reason, that excites me all the more. \ \ Nefail really enjoys it when her slaves struggle, she enjoys the power she has over them. Me? I hate it. Once she decided to take Maryl right in front of me and, on top of that, she had me preparing her for her gigantic phallus. Maryl was barely of age and was scared beyond her wits, no amount of caressing or reassuring could calm her down. I refused to go any further, big sis did not take that well. She spanked me for several hours, hard enough to make me feel it, but never hard enough to get me where I wanted to go. At least she left young Maryl alone. \ [[I can feel a big climax approaching|C1S2]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ "Question number one. One thousand years ago Lolath banished all men from our society. By what name do we remember this event?" She is making fun of me. Every Dark Elf knows that. "The Great Passive Aggression." "Correct." She compliments me, sarcastically. "Let’s make this a little bit harder. The Abyss consists of six hundred and sixty-six endless strati. Which one of these is Lolath’s domain?" Damn it, I’m not entirely sure. I’m positive it was sixty-something. @@#question; \ <<link "60th">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ "Wrong, so very wrong." The stool gives me a punishing squeeze. [[Ouch|Question 2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "61st">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ "Wrong, so very wrong." The stool gives me a punishing squeeze. [[Ouch|Question 2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "62nd">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ "Wrong, so very wrong." The stool gives me a punishing squeeze. [[Ouch|Question 2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "63rd">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ "Wrong, so very wrong." The stool gives me a punishing squeeze. [[Ouch|Question 2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "64th">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ "Wrong, so very wrong." The stool gives me a punishing squeeze. [[Ouch|Question 2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "65th">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ "Wrong, so very wrong." The stool gives me a punishing squeeze. [[Ouch|Question 2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "66th">> \ \ <<replace "#question">> \ "Almost, the sixty-sixth stratus is where the Demonweb pits were located, before Lolath moved her throne to the sixty-ninth, turning the ill-named Crushing Planes into the Planes of Perpetual Pleasure, from which she rules unmatched to this cycle." \ [[Bah|Question 2]] <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "67th">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ "Wrong, so very wrong." The stool gives me a punishing squeeze. [[Ouch|Question 2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "68th">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ "Wrong, so very wrong." The stool gives me a punishing squeeze. [[Ouch|Question 2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "69th">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ <<set $Veldrina +=1>> "Correct. She moved her domain from the sixty-sixth to the sixty-ninth stratus after her ascension as the supreme Goddess of lust and pleasure." "May she forever be praised," I add mechanically, and the stool gives me a firm squeeze of approval. [[I'll need to get one of these for my novitiate|Question 2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ "Last question: before the sacred tentacle beast, Lolath had a different sacred animal. What was it?" "Holy tendrils, why should I need to know that? I mean, isn’t studying that chapter of our history borderline heretical?" "It certainly is frowned upon, nonetheless it was part of my lectures and I expect a smart girl like you to remember that." Fuck! What was that? I do recall it was something disgusting. [[A frog|Wrong 2]] [[A giant centipede|Wrong 2]] [[A snake|Wrong 2]] [[A hydra|Wrong 2]] [[A spider|Right 2]] [[A skorpion|Wrong 2]] [[A cockathrice (ghgh cock-athrice).|Wrong 2]] [[A dragon maybe?|Wrong 2]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ "It was a spider! How can you not remember that? Back then, Lolath was also known as the Queen of Spiders, Demon Queen of Spiders, Queen of the Demonweb Pits, Queen of Darkness, Dark Mother, Mother of Lusts, The Lady of Shadows, The Lady of Chaos, The Mistress of Lies, Weaver of Destiny, Weaver of Webs, The Weaver, Fleshcarver, Spider Bitch." "The last one you made up." "I assure you I did not." [[Continue|Lesson 1 ends]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<set $Veldrina += 1>>\ "Well well well, it seems there is hope for you after all." [[Continue|Lesson 1 ends]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<if $Veldrina gte 2>>\ <<unlockachievement "ACH_B1_VELDRINA">>\ "What do you know, there are some actual brains inside that pretty little head of yours." "Did I win the prize?" "You most certainly did. But you will have to wait until tomorrow, good things take time." "Since we are meeting tomorrow as well, may I leave a little earlier? I wanted to visit the Bazaar." "What’s the hurry, if I may ask?" "I need to get a present for…someone." "I see." She grins. "Is it the return of Sister Synafae that kept you so… distracted?” I hesitate to confess, not that I need to. “Very well, but do try to be on time, dear. Otherwise, I’ll keep your prize." <<else>>\ "It seems that we still have some work to do." "Did I win the prize?" "You did not. Best you take a seat, we'll be here for the best part of the cycle." "Actually… I was going to ask you if I may leave a little earlier. I wanted to visit the Bazaar." "What’s the hurry, if I may ask?" "I need to get a present for…someone." "I see." She grins. "Is it the return of Sister Synafae that kept you so… distracted?” I hesitate to confess, not that I need to. “Very well, but do try to be on time, dear.” <</if>>\ [[Finish the lesson|Scene 3]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "bedroom">>\ \ So my morning has gone, but no matter, I have the rest of the cycle to visit the Bazaar. With haste, I return to my chambers and have Maryl help me get ready. \ \ "Mistress, I can’t remember the last time you were so excited?" "How could I not be? On one hand, my life is about to begin, on the other, Synafae is finally coming home." "Already?" \ \ There is something I don’t like in the tone she delivers her question in. She is not merely surprised, but also somewhat alert. Does she not rejoice in Sister Synafae’s return? If so, she can expect some proper scolding. \ \ “I-I mean…” She at least has the decency to look for an excuse. "It has not been that much time since she left, has it not?" "She has been away for two years,” I remind her. One would think mortals such as her would be able to keep track of time passing by. “Two whole years without word or news. Two whole years with insufferable Nefail as my only sister." "Will she be staying long?” “A cycle or two perhaps, just to celebrate my birthday and… my baptism.” “I see.” My servant guards her emotions well. “Does she truly need to leave so soon?" "What are you implying?" "Nothing, Mistress. I misspoke, please forgive me." \ \ I do forgive her. Such matters are above her. Sister Nefail never forgets to remind me that sharing my bed with a slave is one thing, but sharing my heart? That I should not do. \ \ "My sister is under enormous pressure,” I say out loud, knowing I should keep silent. “This will be the final year of her novitiate; she will soon face the ordeal of bliss and receive the blessing of the Queen of Phalli." "Are you not… concerned, Mistress?" "I am not! Why should I be?" "Just rumours among the servants, Mistress. They say the ordeal is very dangerous." "What would slaves know about our rituals and traditions?" "Well, I have heard from one of the oldest servants that the firstborn once had a twin sister. Two faced the ordeal, only one returned." She falls silent beneath my glare. "We do not talk about her," I warn her. She meekly gets back to work, with shaky hands and sealed lips. "Besides, if Nefail was able to endure the ordeal, Synafae will do just as well, if not better. She is stronger and wiser than Nefail will ever be; nothing will happen to her." "I understand, Mistress." She whispers. "Malla Synafae has always been kind to me… in her own way. I’m concerned about her, too." \ \ She forgets her place, and so do I. I reach for her hand. She shivers, perhaps fearing punishment, but she soon understands that I am looking for comfort, not retribution. Before I even realise it, I am sinking in her bosom, holding in my tears and praying to the Goddess not to take my sister away. \ \ The doors fling open, and I am forced to dry my tears quickly. \ [[Continue|Enter Nefail]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "city">>\ <<galleryimage "C1S2a">>\ <<set $Veldrina += 1>>\ Once prepared, I make directly for Veldrina’s chambers. Crossing the bridge between the main spire of the matronal seat and the stalactite housing the House Mage’s tower, the busy streets of fair Manzaberranzan call to me from far below. Our palace crowns the very roof of the gargantuan cavern that cradles our capital. Looking nearly a thousand feet down, I feel a faint vertigo. It is a perilous and turbulent place, thronged with perilous and turbulent folk. Such a sight invites lingering, and so I linger. From this vantage, my gaze can sweep from the grandiose palaces of the ancient city to the slum-ridden labyrinth of Stenchstreets. Directly beneath my little feet, the lesser Houses have scraped together what scant luxury their lowly station affords. Beyond lies the Grand Bazaar, its bustling streets forever alive with light and noise. And at the heart of it all rises Narbondel, the carved pillar of enchanted obsidian by which our sunless folk may keep the hours. What marvellous works our folk has wrought. Within Veldrina’s laboratory, the familiar scent of alchemical concoctions greets me. My teacher is still sipping her tea. Had she expected me to be late? [[Continue|Scene 2A2]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "city">> <<galleryimage "C1S2a">> \ As I cross the bridge between the main hall and the stalactite that is the House Mage tower, the busy streets of beautiful Manzaberranzen call to me from below. Our palace is located on the very roof of the huge cave that welcomes our capital. I can feel a bit of vertigo as I look at the landscape nearly three hundred metres down. It is a chaotic and dangerous place, full of chaotic and dangerous people. Such a sight invites to linger, which at the moment I cannot. \ [[Continue|Scene 2BB]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<galleryimage "C1S3">>\ \ Only two can enter my chambers uninvited, and I know that Mother Sipriina is not home. She is a tall one, my sister Nefail, on her way to become a matron, no doubt. The high heels she likes so much make her yet more imposing. She strides toward me, wrapped in semi-transparent white silk that does little to hide her luscious body, her long legs or the huge rod between them. My servant and I escape each other's arms and greet the firstborn with due formality. We keep our heads low and wait for her to talk first. \ \ "I require your attendance, little Elifael." For something degrading, I’m sure. "Actually… I was just about to leave the palace." "Were you now?" She glares at Maryl, whose white cheeks turn red. "And, pray tell, where were you off to?" None of your concern, is what I wish I could answer. But my station demands a more polite reply. "To the Bazaar, honoured Sister." "The Bazaar is no place for a noble-born, especially an unattended one." "I was hoping Triel could escort me." "The master of arms and captain of the guard has more important duties than accompanying you on your silly errands." "Such as?" "Such as accompanying me on mine." She smirks. "Which brings us back to where we started, you are to accompany me to the Waterfall Palace." \ \ I don’t believe it! It’s been more than a year that I wanted to visit the watery halls of Lady Undine. Then again, I was hoping to go together with Synafae, not bossy Nefail. \ \ "I do not have time for that." "That was no request, dearest." "Why would you need me at the baths? You have enough slaves and attendants to form a small army." "I was going to introduce you to a few friends. Some among them are fascinated by your… peculiar shapes." \ \ She grins at me while glancing at my hips. Mother harpy wants to carry me into her nest and feed me to her chicks, but that won’t happen. \ \ "Tempting as this may be, I really need to visit the Bazaar." "Well, who am I to stand in your way?" She is more than a little crossed, yet she smiles. "But you will have to do so without an escort. Do cover yourself well, sister. Absurd as this may sound, there are some things out there that might find your deformities… inviting." \ \ Instinctively, I cover my buttocks with my hands to protect them. I am not afraid of some catcalling or some insisting advance, but I cannot risk my virginity, not before Mother Siprina takes it. \ \ "If you expect me to grovel…" "There is no need for you to degrade yourself." She falsely claims. "But tomorrow our Sister Synafae is coming home and, to welcome her, I need to be at my best, what am I to do?" I’m sure she already thought of something. "How about I make you a little bet, Sister Elifael?" She caresses the silks over her member; it twitches in anticipation. "If you can awaken my blessing without touching it, I’ll let Triel escort you. If you cannot, you will accompany me to the baths and wash each of my friends without using your hands." I knew it. "So, will little Elifael play my little game?" \ [[Refuse and go to the bazaar without escort|Scene 3A]] [[Submit to Nefail and play along|Scene 3B]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<set $Chapter1RouteA = true>>\ \ Since you cannot ride me literally, you always try to do so metaphorically. Not today, you hermaphrodic tyrant. You and your friends will have to wash your own backs and lick your own cocks. "Fine, you know what? I require no escort; I can take care of myself." "Do you, now?" She mocks me. "When exactly was the last time you left the palace unguarded?" Since never, but I’m not going to tell her that. "I’m quite confident nothing out there can be as dangerous as you." "You flatter me, but I would not be so sure. Again, be discreet, lest someone else claims the Matron’s due." She gives a strong, nearly painful, squeeze to my butt and leaves. \ \ "To the Tentacle Pit with her!" I growl. "Maryl, fetch me my pywafi cloak and my dagger." "Mistress, you cannot be serious. Are you really going to the Bazaar on your own?" "I have to. I can’t just meet Synafae empty-handed." "I’m sure the secondborn would prefer to see you are safe more than any present you could find for her." "That is why you are not going to tell her that I went to the market all alone." I get ready as quickly as I can. Unfortunately, I will not be able to use my best garments, discretion over fashion, I suppose. "Besides, I’ve been to the Bazaar hundreds of times, I know where to go and how to move, everything will be fine." "At least allow me to accompany you." I would be inclined to say no, but do I really want to go to the Bazaar with a bag full of gems all by my rather frail self? "Fine, I will need someone to carry whatever I buy, anyway." \ [[Off to the Bazaar|Scene 3A1]]

<<playLoveTheme>>\ <<galleryimage "C1S3B">>\ <<set $Nefail +=1>>\ <<set $Chapter1RouteB = true>>\ \ She wants me to take an active role, which is… unusual. Does she think I don’t have it in me? If so, she has another thing coming. "All right, beloved Sister. Let’s play." "Good." She smiles. "I’ll give you five minutes, waste them not." \ \ I know where she likes to be touched, her long legs are very sensitive and she can hardly control herself when her toes are licked. Nasty Nefail, you want your little sister to caress your elegant feet? \ \ I drop to my knees and caress her legs. They are smooth, with thighs and calves so perfect they appear sculpted, yet are warm to the touch. Goddess, what would I do to have legs like these. \ \ She understands my intentions and raises her right foot to me. Allowing me to free it from her high heel sandal, it smells of perfumed oil and exotic flowers. I give it a delicate kiss and begin my massage. My hands are skillful and well trained. Over the course of these almost sixty years, I have well learned my way around these feet. Alas, her expression remains a mocking grin and her cock remains flaccid. \ \ She lets me continue for the best part of two minutes, before pushing me away with the tip of her toes. "Pathetic," she scolds me. Usually, this is plenty to rile her up. Did she please herself before coming here? Did she plan this from the start? "I hope you will do better once we are at the baths." \ \ Oh no, Nefail dearest, I shall not give in like so. She plays the role of the stern dominatrix, always in control of her pleasure and her partner’s. Yet I know power can take many forms, especially in intimacy. "I’m sorry, Nefail. Sometimes I think that I’m not the fellow sister you deserve." She arches an eyebrow, still grinning. "For the longest time I wanted to be like you. Strong, confident, favored by Goddess and Matron." "Your flattery is very amusing, but not arousing in the slightest. You have two minutes left." \ \ Damn it! I need to step up my game. \ \ "You know… since the first time you had me massaging your perfect muscles, since you had me licking at your sensitive spots and kissing your blessed rod, all I truly wanted was to please you." Her grin weakens and a pulse of life runs through her member. "Your cock, Nefail. it is so beautiful, I want to worship it, to please it, to see it happy, to see you happy. Why would you deny me?" I move my mouth just a few millimetres away from her tip, so that she may feel my warm breath. "But I am afraid, beloved Sister. Afraid I will not be able to take it, that I will not be able to please it as it deserves, as you deserve." It rises, strong and turgid. I have you now! "I know that you find my body repugnant, my hips are so wide and my butt is just huge." But you do like to spank it, don’t you? "I just hope that, even if my little asshole belongs to the Matron, once I will be a woman, you will still wish to use it for your pleasure." Oh my Goddess, is she panting? That can’t be true. "Will you, Nefail?" \ \ Her cock twitches and a pearl of precum shines on its tip before dropping to my face. It touches my cheeks and, like a tear, slides right next to my lips. Goddess, that scent! I want it so much! I am so curious to know if the tastes matches the musk. Alas, that must remain a mystery. The first cum a proper dark elf should taste is her Matron’s. \ \ "Enough!" Shouts Nefail. I end my act, turning my imploring gaze into a triumphant smile. "It seems I will not visit Madam Undine’s palace, this cycle. Triel is already waiting for me at the gates. Let her know of the change of plans." "Thank you, oh, honoroured Sister." I grin. "It was actually quite fun." "Just go," she mutters. "But don’t be late. I’ll be taking my bath at home and I will still need you to attend to me." \ \ Accepting defeat has never been her forte, and I am sure she is already planning some spiteful and sexy retort. No matter, I’m just glad I won’t have to venture into the Bazaar unguarded and unprotected. \ [[Continue|Scene 3B1]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "bazaar1">>\ <<galleryimage "C1S4A">>\ \ Some say that the markets in Sijill or Tunerath are richer and more varied than ours. I am sure that the City of Gates has many exotic goods to offer, while the lair of the Gishjanki has gathered the loot of a thousand worlds. But if you are looking to satisfy even the most peculiar sexual appetite, you will find no better place than our Grand Bazaar, on this plane or any other. No fantasy is too absurd, no request too bizarre, all passion is godly to the Queen of Phalli. \ \ "Long time since you visited the Bazaar?" I ask Maryl. "Since I was bought." She replies, gazing at an exhibition of slaves from the realms above. "I can’t say that I missed this place." "Do they not sell slaves on the surface?" "Not where I came from. Not legally, at least." "It never occurred to me to ask, but what races do humans actually enslave? Goblins, orcs?" "Mostly other humans, I would say." "You enslave each other? That is… very strange indeed." "I suppose it is, Mistress." She looks down, lost in memories. I should probably get her away from those and quickly. "Come on, help me choose a present for my sister, and I will buy something nice for you as well." "There is no need, Mistress." She shakes her head, smiling at my kindness. "Sure, there is. Tomorrow is a great day, and I want everyone around me to be happy. Except for Nefail, tentacles take her, as far as I care." \ \ It is now I who wallows in bad memories and needs to be pulled out of them. \ \ Maryl clears her throat. "Did you have anything in mind already, Mistress?" "I… don’t know. Maybe some new slaves, some jewellery, a gem with the soul of a mortal. I have ten thousand ideas and not a single one that I really like." "As long as it’s coming from you, I’m sure she’ll be happy." "Of course, but… I don’t want to bring her just any present, mind you. I want to get her something that truly amazes her, something that will always remind her how much I love her." "In this case, Mistress, you should buy something personal, something only you could think of. Something you might share, perhaps. That would be all the better." "You know, that is actually very sound advice." I dive back into my memory, in search of all the best moments I spent with dear Synafae. "I know a place we used to shop at, a Svirneblin tailor that weaves silk like no other." "That is a very good start." "There was also this place she used to visit to buy perfume; I’m sure the owner knows her favourite fragrance." "Excellent, what else?" "I know the merchant where Nefail usually buys exotic slaves to serve her and her friends. Maybe we can find a special one to share." "I… am not sure that would be the best choice." "Why not?" "I believe the Lady Synafae would much rather spend her first night home with you and you alone, Mistress." “Silly Maryl, a slave isn’t really another partner — more like a very sophisticated, and very expensive, toy.” \ \ For some reason beyond my grasp, she fails to appreciate my perspective. I watch the way her mouth tightens, the shadow in her eyes, and a strange unease pricks at me. Could it be that the reality I’ve always taken for granted is nothing but cruelty from the other side? The thought feels absurd… yet it lingers. A whisper I can’t quite ignore. All the more reason to chase it away by cheering her up. \ \ I hug her, diving into her bosom with my face and squeezing hard. She is so soft; her breasts have grown so much. When we first met, they were as small as mine; now they are bigger than Synafae’s. "I know! Maybe we should share you." I can feel her nipples stiffening; that did the trick. "I was just jesting, you are no toy. Not to me or her." She smiles, reassured, and yet a little bit disappointed. Ah, Maryl, it sure is fun to tease you. \ [[Continue|Scene 3A2]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "bazaar1">>\ <<galleryimage "C1S4B">>\ \ Some say that the markets in Sijill or Tunerath are richer and more varied than ours. I am sure that the City of Gates has many exotic goods to offer, while the lair of the Gishjanki has gathered the loot of a thousand worlds. But if you are looking to satisfy even the most peculiar sexual appetite, you will find no better place than our Grand Bazaar, on this plane or any other. No fantasy is too absurd, no request too bizarre, all passion is godly to the Queen of Phalli. \ \ "Long time since you visited the Bazaar?" I ask Maryl. "Since I was bought." She replies, gazing at an exhibition of slaves from the surface. "I can’t say that I missed this place." "What about you, Triel?" "Lady Nefail visits the Bazaar every other cycle,” she explains. “Always under my escort." "I was not talking about her, I was talking about you. Do you ever visit the Bazaar in your leisure time?" "I… cannot honestly say I do, noble one." She eyes a couple of goblin slaves running about and discourages them from hindering my passage. “When I have time to spare, I would not spend it here.” “Where then?” asks I, with genuine curiosity. \ \ The mistress of arms, normally stern and strong, becomes puzzled and confused before my simple yet unexpected query. \ \ “I enjoy games of tactics, Milady.” “Oh… like black and white?” “Exactly, Milady.” \ \ The conversation, which bloomed timidly, has now come to its natural and awkward conclusion. I never had the head for such games, and the only reason I ever took interest in black and white is because Synafae enjoys it so much. I once asked Veldrina to teach me, but we both soon grew frustrated and tired with the lessons. We were both quite happy to abandon them. \ \ "So I suppose you will be of little help when choosing what establishments to visit," I continue. "All I can do for you is ward off danger, I’m afraid." She raises her arm to clear my way. "Fair enough. What about you, Maryl? Any idea?" "I’m sure Mistress Synafae will love any present as long as it’s coming from you." "Silly Maryl, you don't understand. I don’t want to bring her just any present. I want to get her something that truly amazes her. Something that will always remind her how much I love her." "In this case, Mistress, you should buy something personal. Something only you could think of. Better yet, something she can share with you." "You know, that is actually very sound advice." I dive back into my memory, in search of all the best moments I spent with dear Synafae. "I know a place we used to shop at, a Svirneblin tailor that weaves silk like no other." "That is a very good start." "There was also this place she used to visit to buy perfume; I’m sure the owner knows her favourite fragrance." "Excellent, what else?" "I know the merchant where Nefail usually buys exotic slaves to serve her and her friends. Maybe we can find a special one to share." "I… am not sure that would be the best choice." "Why not?" "I believe the Lady Synafae would much rather spend her first night home with you and you alone, Mistress." “Silly Maryl, a slave isn’t really another partner. They are more like a very sophisticated and very expensive toy.” \ \ For some reason beyond my grasp, she fails to appreciate my perspective. I watch the way her mouth tightens, the shadow in her eyes, and a strange unease pricks at me. Could it be that the reality I’ve always taken for granted is nothing but cruelty from the other side? The thought feels absurd… yet it lingers. A whisper I can’t quite ignore. All the more reason to chase it away by cheering her up. I feel compelled to hug her, but can scarcely do so. Triel is watching. \ \ "We’ll think of something on the way. Triel, we are going to the Silvery Needle, lead on!" \ [[Continue|Scene 3B2]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "tailor">>\ \ The Silvery Needle is a quaint shop that most dark elves avoid. A noble-born would send her servant to deal with a non-darf elf. But for me, such things should not be entrusted to anyone else. As I step through the door, a bell rings to announce our entrance. Rolls and rolls of rare and expensive cloth are piled behind the counter, while all manner of completed work is exposed in the middle of the shop. A cute little gnome with an even cuter little voice rises from behind the counter to welcome us. \ \ "Greetings and salutations." She smiles, but as soon as I throw back my piwafwi, her smile fades and she bows as low as she can. "Oh, a fortunate cycle, a highborn blesses my humble shop with her presence! I am at your service, noble one." "Easy, little one. I am a friend of the owner. Where is dear Agatha?" "Aunt Agatha?" She gives me a puzzled look. "She passed away eight years ago, noble one. I have been the sole proprietor of the shop ever since." \ \ Agatha has perished? That is… unexpected. I saw her not more than three decades ago, and she was in excellent health. How has this come to pass? I am not sure what I should say. Mortals confront death all the time, but this does not seem to make the little one any less sad. I silently consult Maryl on the matter. \ \ "Agatha was a fine tailor and even finer person," my maid intervenes. "I’m certain Mistress Synafae would offer her condolences." "Thank you," answers the deep gnome, amazed that Maryl is allowed to speak. "I do hope you will still wish to hire my service. Auntie taught me all she knew about sewing and knitting. I’m Emerald, by the way." "Pleased to meet you, Emerald." Continues Maryl. "We are here looking for a present." "Of course!" The gnome lights up as if the present was meant for her. She has just the cutest little face. I just want to sit on it. "Something for you, Malla Synafae? "No, well, yes. Synafae is my House Sister, and my senior by nearly half a century. I am Elifael El’Naar, third protegée of Matron Sipriina El’Naar." "Oh, I’m sorry. Please forgive me." She bows again. "There is nothing to forgive; instead, show me what you have to offer." "Right away!" \ \ She gathers the tools of her trade and hops over the counter. "I have the best cloth in the city and can make anything out of it. May I suggest a dress, or perhaps some lingerie? I am very good at doing a lot with veeery little silk." She eyes my butt. "I could make a figure like yours shine like the brightest diamond." "No, no!" I hide my hips and buttocks beneath my pywafi. "As I said, the present is meant for my sister." "Mistress, if I may…" Intervenes Maryl. "I think Malla Synafae would much prefer if you bought something for yourself, something you might wear for her." "For myself?" I did not think about it, but Maryl does know my sister well. "I really wouldn’t know…" "Actually that is a great idea," Little Emerald agrees. "That way, you could be the present." "Well… if you truly think so." "Splendid! I can already picture it in my head. You are not allergic to spider silk, are you?" I shake my head. "Perfect. I’ll just need to take your measurements. If you were so kind as to remove your pywafi." \ [[Continue|Scene 3A22]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<set $Twinspath to true>>\ <<set $Marylpath to true>>\ <<location "alchemist">>\ \ I leave the shop together with Maryl, very satisfied with my purchase. "Remember to send someone to pick it up for me tomorrow," I tell her. "Of course, Mistress. So, where to next?" "I’m not sure, the slave market?" "Erm… how about that perfume shop?" "Good idea, better leave the slave market for last. Come with me!" \ \ We follow the endless spiral of stands and stores outward until we reach a construction that, even for my city, looks rather peculiar. It is sculpted, like most establishments in this part of the city, but it has the appearance of a natural stalagmite. It has a small garden of fungi with a pretty little pond in the middle, and the single entrance is surmounted by an arch of luminescent mushrooms. \ \ "It’s pretty!" says Maryl. "Right out of the Deep Below," I reply, enjoying her puzzled look. I step through the entrance and come to a fully furnished, yet very well-arranged, perfume shop. I breathe in the many fragrances, and my head immediately spins in delight. \ \ "Welcome to the Mushroom’s Head." Whispers the voice that I know to be illusory. A young girl appears to greet us. She mostly looks human, but has many alien features, like the luminescent blue skin and a wide mushroom head where her hair should be. Fungi of various sizes and colours are her only garments. "Is this your first time seeing one of the shroomfolk?" I ask Maryl. "The second time, Mistress.” She studies the creatures with enthralled curiosity. “I was unaware there were women amongst them." "There are not." Answers the feminine voice in our heads as the girl smiles. "We are genderless, but prefer to shape our form according to local customs." "Which in this case would be fuckable, but not too fuckable, right?" I grin. "Indeed." Answers the voice. "What may we serve you with?" "Oh, I have a huge list of things: bathing oil, perfume, maybe some pheromones? I don’t want to overdo it." "We see, may we advise some perfumed candles perhaps? The light they emit is delicate to the eye, but the fragrance is quite intoxicating." "Oh, that does sound promising. Can we try one?" "Absolutely. Please wait." \ \ She fetches an irregular cylinder of wax, the colour of ember. With a snap of her fingers, a deep purple flame lights up. The tiny light unleashes a thick scent of flowers and fruit. It fires up my nostrils, my throat, and my lungs. "Oh yes… this is exactly what I was looking for. That one too, please." \ \ I browse for quite a while to make a perfect basket. All the while, Maryl looks more and more uneasy. "This one too. And this one. Oh, I can’t leave the shop without one of these." All of a sudden, Maryl drops to her knees. I must suppress the instinct to rush to her; I must not forget my station in public. \ \ "Good Goddess, Maryl. Are you feeling unwell? What is it?" "I’m quite alright, Mistress. It’s just… the scent, I can still smell it. Still feel it." "Puzzling." The mushroom girl whispers inside my head. "Is the girl not of elven blood?" "No, she is not!" I roar. "She clearly is human, and she is more a woman than a girl, I might add." "Oh no." The mushroom girl tries to express embarrassment.. "Humans are far less resistant to our concoctions than the fey and their descendants." "What is that supposed to mean? What’s going to happen to her?" "Mistress…I can’t." Only now I realise that her nipples are as stiff as rocks, while her face is red as fire. Even through all these perfumes, I can smell her juices flowing like a river. "I can’t stand." She pinches her own nipples and at the same time reaches for her crotch. "Please, don’t look." "Mushroom girl, do something!" "There is little that we can do." The mushroom head bows in shame. "The effect will wear off in a few hours. Maybe less if you keep her blood circulating." "So we should just let her…" "Mistress, please no. Not here." "Right, of course. Mushroom girl, send my basket to House El’Naar. You will be duly paid." She nods. \ \ Genderless bitch. You could at least offer me a coupon or a few free samples. \ \ "Maryl, can you walk? We need to get you home." "But Mistress… what about the present?" "Forget the present, we need to take you to Veldrina." \ [[Back to the Palace|Scene 4A]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "bazaar1">>\ <<galleryimage "C1S6A">>\ <<set $Maryl +=1>>\ \ We make haste, but it doesn’t take long before Maryl’s legs start to weaken. "Lean on me, everything will be fine." "No need, Mistress. I will manage." "Don’t be absurd, you can barely stand." "No, Mistress. Do not…" She loses her footing and very nearly brings both of us down to the ground. \ \ As I fight to hold her considerable weight up, she grinds her plump body against me. I can feel her nipples through her clothes, and feel mine stiffening up in response. Before I can say anything, she plants her red, fleshy lips on mine. \ \ Poor Maryl, this is all my fault. I should help her however I can. I return the kiss with passion and let her taste my tongue for the best part of a minute. At the peak of our exchange, she quivers and shakes all over. The little river between her legs becomes a flood. Goddess almighty, is that all for me? \ [[Continue|Scene 4A1]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "bedroom">>\ <<galleryimage "C1S12">>\ <<set $Maryl += 1>>\ <<unlockachievement "ACH_B1_MARYL">>\ After a long peaceful sleep, Maryl finally wakes up. She looks around disoriented before realizing that she is laying in my bed, something that puts her in great distress. \ "Mistress, what happened? Did I…did they…" "Your Mistress is well and so are you." says Veldrina from the other side of the bed. "You inhaled a very potent mixture, but it has now mostly run its course. The effects should fade completely before the next cycle." "I shouldn’t be here." She looks so lost in my oversized bed and wrapped in satin sheets. "Considering what you did for me, I’d say we are even." "Yes, about that…" Interjects Veldrina. "…what did she do for you? What happened?" "Nothing serious, I assure you." "Nothing serious? You ventured out of the palace for the best part of a cycle, on your own, and have returned in a ghost carriage of house Zi’den with your clothes and hair in very bad shape. There will be no stopping the gossip." "Let them gossip to their liking, I care little. I am safe and sound thanks to dear Maryl, who stood up for me." "Stood up or laid down?" Maryl hides her face in her knees. "Well, I suppose you have no need of me. If I may, I shall return to my laboratory." She leaves, without waiting for me to dismiss her. \ \ "I am so sorry, Mistress. All of this is my fault." "Stop blaming yourself for what those harlots did. You protected me and I won’t forget it." "But what about…" "Hush, no more, you need to sleep. And don’t you dare get out of that bed. I’m still all flustered after what happened, I don’t want to sleep alone." I slide beneath the sheets and hug her, her resistance is mostly symbolic. "What you did for me, I won’t soon forget." "I am just glad you are safe, Mistress." She smiles the most tender smile and we share the most tender kiss. \ [[Sweet dreams|C1epilogue]]

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<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "tailor">>\ \ The Silvery Needle is a quaint shop that most dark elves avoid. A noble-born would send her servant to deal with a non-darf elf. But for me, such things should not be entrusted to anyone else. As I step through the door, a bell rings to announce our entrance. Rolls and rolls of rare and expensive cloth are piled behind the counter, while all manner of completed work is exposed in the middle of the shop. A cute little gnome with an even cuter little voice rises from behind the counter to welcome us. \ \ "Greetings and salutations. What can—" She falls silent as soon as she sees us. While she is surprised to see me, she is simply mesmerised by Triel. Hardly surprising. The mistress of arms of House El’Naar stands out amongst her peers, metaphorically and literally. She is as tall as a human and as muscular as an orc. In addition, when dark elves are forced to fight, they prefer to do so armed with crossbows and quick blades. Mistress Triel weapon of choice is instead a long-bladed adamantine spear, which she carries everywhere, including this shop. But it is not Triel’s spear that seems to enthral the tiny gnome girl, but rather the thick, muscular legs. \ \ "Oh my, you are a tall one," says the gnome, measuring Triel with her eyes, as if already tailoring a dress around her. Triel eyes her with unease, ever weary of any sort of positive attention. "This one seems harmless enough, noble one,” says she. “Best I wait outside." \ \ I am almost tempted to invite Triel to try something on, as a present from me, which she could hardly refuse. Alas, time is of the essence. I will tease our mistress of arms on some other occasion. \ \ "Yes, probably," I say with giddiness. Triel bows and exits. As she goes through the door, the little one's eyes follow her sculpted butt as if hypnotised. \ \ I clear my throat, startling her. "I am a friend of the owner. Where is dear Agatha?" "Aunt Agatha?" She gives me a puzzled look. "She passed away eight years ago, noble one. I have been the sole proprietor of the shop ever since." \ \ Agatha has perished? That is… unexpected. I saw her not more than three decades ago, and she was in excellent health. How has this come to pass? I am not sure what I should say. Mortals confront death all the time, but this does not seem to make the little one any less sad. I silently consult Maryl on the matter. \ \ "Agatha was a fine tailor and even finer person," my maid intervenes. "I’m certain Mistress Synafae would offer her condolences." "Thank you," answers the deep gnome, amazed that Maryl is allowed to speak. "I do hope you will still wish to hire my service. Auntie taught me all she knew about sewing and knitting. I’m Emerald, by the way." "Pleased to meet you, Emerald." Continues Maryl. "We are here looking for a present." "Of course!" The gnome lights up as if the present was meant for her. She has just the cutest little face. I just want to sit on it. "Something for you, Malla Synafae? "No, well, yes. Synafae is my House Sister, and my senior by nearly half a century. I am Elifael El’Naar, third protegée of Matron Sipriina El’Naar." "Oh, I’m sorry. Please forgive me." She bows again. "There is nothing to forgive; instead, show me what you have to offer." "Right away!" \ \ She gathers the tools of her trade and hops over the counter. "I have the best cloth in the city and can make anything out of it. May I suggest a dress, or perhaps some lingerie? I am very good at doing a lot with veeery little silk." She eyes my butt. "I could make a figure like yours shine like the brightest diamond." "No, no!" I hide my hips and buttocks beneath my pywafi. "As I said, the present is meant for my sister." "Mistress, if I may…" Intervenes Maryl. "I think Malla Synafae would much prefer if you bought something for yourself, something you might wear for her." "For myself?" I did not think about it, but Maryl does know my sister well. "I really wouldn’t know…" "Actually that is a great idea," Little Emerald agrees. "That way, you could be the present." "Well… if you truly think so." "Splendid! I can already picture it in my head. You are not allergic to spider silk, are you?" I shake my head. "Perfect. I’ll just need to take your measurements. If you were so kind as to remove your pywafi." \ [[Continue|Scene 3B22]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "alchemist">>\ \ We find Triel vigilant next to the door. "Noble born." She curtsies. "I hope you are satisfied with your purchase." "Oh, I am, very much so." I exchange a smile of complicity with Maryl. "Send someone to pick it up for me tomorrow." "It shall be done, Mistress,” says my maid. “Where to next?" "I’m not sure, the slave market?" "Erm… how about that perfume shop?" Proposes Maryl instead. "Good idea, better leave the slave market for last. Make way, Triel." \ \ We follow the endless spiral of stands and stores outward until we reach a construction that, even for my city, looks rather peculiar. It is sculpted, like most establishments in this part of the city, but it has the appearance of a natural stalagmite. It has a small garden of fungi with a pretty little pond in the middle, and the single entrance is surmounted by an arch of luminescent mushrooms. \ \ "It’s pretty!" says Maryl. "Right out of the Deep Below," I reply, enjoying her puzzled look. I step through the entrance and come to a fully furnished, yet very well-arranged, perfume shop. I breathe in the many fragrances, and my head immediately spins in delight. \ \ "Welcome to the Mushroom’s Head." Whispers the voice that I know to be illusory. A young girl appears to greet us. She mostly looks human, but has many alien features, like the luminescent blue skin and a wide mushroom head where her hair should be. Fungi of various sizes and colours are her only garments. "Is this your first time seeing one of the shroomfolk?" I ask Maryl. "The second time, Mistress.” She studies the creatures with enthralled curiosity. “I was unaware there were women amongst them." "There are not." Answers the feminine voice in our heads as the girl smiles. "We are genderless, but prefer to shape our form according to local customs." "Which in this case would be fuckable, but not too fuckable, right?" I grin. "Indeed." Answers the voice. "What may we serve you with?" "Oh, I have a huge list of things: bathing oil, perfume, maybe some pheromones? I don’t want to overdo it." "We see, may we advise some perfumed candles perhaps? The light they emit is delicate to the eye, but the fragrance is quite intoxicating." "Oh, that does sound promising. Can we try one?" "Absolutely. Please wait." \ \ She fetches an irregular cylinder of wax, the colour of ember. With a snap of her fingers, a deep purple flame lights up. The tiny light unleashes a thick scent of flowers and fruit. It fires up my nostrils, my throat, and my lungs. "Oh yes… this is exactly what I was looking for. That one too, please." \ \ I browse for quite a while to make a perfect basket. All the while, Maryl looks more and more uneasy. "This one too. And this one. Oh, I can’t leave the shop without one of these." All of a sudden, Maryl drops to her knees. I must suppress the instinct to rush to her; I must not forget my station in public. \ \ "Good Goddess, Maryl. Are you feeling unwell? What is it?" "I’m quite alright, Mistress. It’s just… the scent, I can still smell it. Still feel it." "Puzzling." The mushroom girl whispers inside my head. "Is the girl not of elven blood?" "No, she is not!" I roar. "She clearly is human, and she is more a woman than a girl, I might add." "Oh no." The mushroom girl tries to express embarrassment.. "Humans are far less resistant to our concoctions than the fey and their descendants." "What is that supposed to mean? What’s going to happen to her?" "Mistress…I can’t." Only now I realise that her nipples are as stiff as rocks, while her face is red as fire. Even through all these perfumes, I can smell her juices flowing like a river. "I can’t stand." She pinches her own nipples and at the same time reaches for her crotch. "Please, don’t look." "Mushroom girl, do something!" "There is little that we can do." The mushroom head bows in shame. "The effect will wear off in a few hours. Maybe less if you keep her blood circulating." "So we should just let her…" "Mistress, please no. Not here." "Right, of course. Mushroom girl, send my basket to House El’Naar. You will be duly paid." She nods. \ \ Genderless bitch. You could at least offer me a coupon or a few free samples. \ \ "Maryl, can you walk? We need to get you home." "But Mistress… what about the present?" "Forget the present, we need to take you to Veldrina. Triel, help me carry her." \ [[Continue|Scene 3B4]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "bazaar1">>\ <<galleryimage "C1S6B">>\ \ We make haste. But it doesn’t take long before Maryl’s legs start to weaken. "Lean on me, everything will be fine." "No need, Mistress. I will manage." "Don’t be absurd, you can barely stand." "No, Mistress. Do not…" She loses her footing, nearly making the both of us fall. "… I cannot." She grinds her plump body against me, I can feel her nipples through her clothes as I can feel my own stiffening up. Before I can say anything she plants her red fleshy lips on mine. Triel looks away, Either to avoid my gaze or to stay on the lookout. Poor Maryl, this is all my fault, I should help her however I can. I return the kiss with passion, I let her taste my tongue for the best part of a minute. All of a sudden she stiffens up and shakes all over, the little river between her legs becomes a flood. Goddess almighty, is that all for me? \ [[I lose myself in the kiss|3B44]]

<<location "corridor">>\ \ I entrust Maryl to Triel’s much, much stronger arms, and we run back to the palace as fast as our feet can carry us. Once inside, we hurry downstairs. \ \ "Hang in there, Maryl. We’re almost there." But my words die in my mouth. At the end of the staircase stands the last person I wish to meet at this moment. \ \ "What’s all the ruckus?" asks Sister Nefail with an eyebrow up. "Get out of the way, Nefail. I need to see Veldrina. Now." Given the circumstances, I thought I could do away with formalities, but Nefail disagrees. "I asked you a question, young one. Don’t make me ask twice." "It is Maryl." I bow my head in apology. "She is unwell; we must take her to the House Mage." "Then you are out of luck, Veldrina is away at the moment. Do not ask me where to or what for, I neither know nor care." "But can’t you send for her? We need a healer, and quickly." "She seems healthy enough, if somewhat upset. What happened to her?" Although hesitantly, I relate to my senior the accident with the candle. \ \ "You foolish little girl." My house sister reprimands me. "Have you been taught anything about the lesser races? Don’t you know how much more susceptible they are to this sort of stimuli? What is titillating to our kin may drive a simple human mad." "No! I did not know, how should I have known?" I sob. "Can we help her?" "//I// can help her. The question is: should I? I think watching your precious slave losing what little mind she had might be a valuable lesson." \ \ I watch Maryl as she squirms in uncontrollable lust. Even Triel struggles to contain her. Why wouldn’t Sister Nefail help her? Does she want me to grovel? Is this another one of her sick games? If so, I am in no mood to play. \ \ "Nefail, if you do not help her, then I will…" I try to think of the worst possible threat I could ever make. "You will what, little one?" She mocks me. She is almost three times as old as I am, she is more than three times stronger and infinitely more powerful. What could I possibly scare her with? "Then I will never talk to you again." After a moment of puzzlement, her grin crumbles. \ \ "We will use your bedroom," says Nefail. "My bedroom?" "Triel, take her upstairs." \ \ We carry Maryl to my chambers and lay her on my oversized bed. I keep telling her, and myself, that all will be well. She does not seem to hear. \ \ "Leave us," Nefail commands. "This will take a while." "What are you going to do to her?" "Her mind is being consumed by the long lust, she will need to climax several times before she can recover." "I will not let you rape her!" "Rape her?" Her eyes glow red. I bite my tongue; a follower of the Queen of Phalli should know better than speaking that word out loud. "I am going to heal her. Heal her of an illness that you caused, little one." Again, I must bow my head. "Can I do anything to help her?" "You can help by leaving. You are the cause of this in more ways than one." "I understand." I give one last concerned look at Maryl. “I’ll be right outside.” \ [[Continue|Scene 4B]]

\ Time flows slowly as I pace in front of my own door. Every now and then I hear moaning, followed by loud, ecstatic screams. I don’t know if I should feel concerned or envious. \ \ At long last, my sister emerges from my chambers, cleaning her long-fingered hands with what appears to be one of my favorite satin dresses. \ \ "Is she alright?" "She is asleep. By the end of the cycle she should be back to whatever a human may call normal." "So… did you…?" "I don’t like humans,” says she, insulted by my insinuation. “Besides I was not really in the mood. I only used my… healing touch." She drops my dress on the floor. "You should have that properly washed. Unless you prefer to smell it, of course." "No thanksm," I reply. "May I go to her." "Of course you may.” I am already with one foot one she closes her adamantine grip on my shoulder. “After I have finally taken my bath. I need it more than ever." She passes me by, giving my butt a hard squeeze, her hand is still wet with Maryl’s juices. "Waddle along, little one." \ \ As much as I hate to admit it, she has earned her soak. \ [[Attend Nefail|Scene 4B1]]

<<set $Nefailpath to true>>\ \ "Enough of that." She turns around, lying face up. I… cannot say to be indifferent to the remarkable spectacle of her firm yet abundant breasts falling delicately to the side. But what captivates my eyes, and thoughts, is her dormant but still fearsome cock, resting between her crotch and her left thigh like a meaty, veiny, sleeping dragon. "Would you please stop staring and keep going?" She drags me back to the matter at hand. "Yes! Sorry." Why am I apologizing? Never mind that, let’s finish the massage. \ \ I make sure to stimulate and relax her front as I did her back. Usually, this is when she demands a happy ending. But, surprisingly, when I get to her member I find it soft. Did I do it wrong? I don’t think so. Gosh, just look at the size of it. I pray Matron Sipriina won’t be too much bigger than her. \ \ "Should I…" "I’m not in the mood," says she, with a wave of her hand. "Do the feet instead, and only use your hands." \ \ That last one is a bit of a weird request. Normally she requires my foot massages to include my lips and tongue. I should be relieved, but for some reason, I am not. Nonetheless, she seems to enjoy my care very much. Every now and then, she compliments me with a soft moan, which I find annoyingly reassuring. \ \ Once her feet are well relaxed and the oil is dry, she rises and slowly steps into the tub. I follow her with the bowl but she halts me with a wave of her hand. "Leave it,” says she. “Fetch some lampberry cider instead." \ \ I do as she commands and come back with a bottle of the sparkly, slightly iridescent fresh drink. I pour an abundant cup she gleefully sips from. Just look at her, as relaxed as spoiled as any one could possibly ever be and somehow still unsatisfied. I am almost moved. \ \ After a few moments of awkward silence, she notices that I am still there, standing next to the tub, all naked and waiting for her next whim. \ \ "Dance." She commands. "I am sorry, what?" "You heard me right. I want you to dance for me. Can’t you dance?" "Not alone and not without music." I know why she is asking me that, she wants to watch me waddle about with my oversized butt. That is just too much, First Sister. I am your junior, not your toy. "Then sing." "You can’t be serious." "But I am. I tell you to sing and you will sing." \ \ I try to intone a song Synafae used to sing for me, my attempt is so clumsy that even Nefail does not make fun of me. "For the endless love of the Goddess, no more," says she, protecting her ears. "Have I been cursed with the most talentless protegée in the Polis of Pleasure?" I try to put on a brave face but fail. "I must ask you, First Sister, why are you so mean?" "I’m not being mean, I’m being severe. The Matron Mother made a mistake when she entrust to Second Sister Synafae your early education, she should have made you a proper maiden ready to join a very exclusive and very demanding high society. She was too lenient." "She is kind because she cares about me," I defend our Second Sister "She made you soft. And let me tell you, this city devours soft." \ \ She believes me a child and she sure knows how to make me feel such. I look for a good comeback but can’t find any. I lower my eyes. \ \ "Tell me, Third Sister. What would you say is your greatest virtue?" "Well… I have quite a witty personality." "Is that so?" She raises her eyebrow. "Humour me, then. Tell a joke." "A joke?" I wish she just asked for a happy ending. "Indeed. I am bored and I want to hear a joke." \ \ My repertoire is not nearly as ample as I wish it was, but after a moment of hesitation, I do manage to find a little story dirty Nefail might actually appreciate. \ \ "So… Drittz De'Urden and Patty-brie just got married." "You should know better than speaking those names out loud,” she scolds me. “Especially to a priestess." "Does the priestess want to hear the joke or not?" "Fair point." She takes another sip. "Continue." "Well… after a painfully average wedding night, Patty-brie suggests visiting the plane of Elysium, as their honeymoon." "Clever girl." "They spend the best part of a month sightseeing, hiking, hunting and such." "How very dull." \ \ I am unsure whether she insulting the characters or the storyteller. Either way, I go on. \ \ "Until one day they walk into a beautiful clearing in a forest and there, next to a bubbling stream, they spy a young nymph and a randy pan copulating wildly on a bed of fallen leaves." Nefail grins. "//We should leave before they see us//, says Drittz. But his wife wants to stay and watch. After a couple of hours of steamy lovemaking, the feys eventually spot peeping couple. Poor Drittz is embarrassed beyond his wits and presents a hundred and one apologies." "A coward for the legends," Nefail scoffs. "Indeed. Anyway, the feys are not bothered at all, on the contrary, they are intrigued by their onlookers’ appearance and attention." "I bet…" "So, they sit together in the clearing, chit-chatting and having a nice picnic. After a while Patty-brie comes up with the most fun idea: //how about a soft swap, just for today?// Shy De’urden remains hesitant, but the feys happily accept. Patty-brie and the pan get comfortable beneath a great willow-tree and start getting it on. The pan knows what he is doing, caressing her all over with his large hands and long tongue. Little Patty is soon as wet as she has never been in her short human life and is finally ready for the main event. But before penetrating her, the pan gives a hard squeeze to his balls and his cock begins to grow. It grows and grows until his tip hits his bearded chin. //By the Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon! It is simply too big. It will tear me apart!// She utters. //Oh, sorry.// Says the pan. //This is the size I use for my wife. She is a fey dragon, you see.// He then squeezes his scrotum again and the leg-long phallus starts to shrink to a more manageable size, just right for Patty’s little pussy." "This is quite the long joke." "Good things take time, First Sister.” I smile with confidence. “So they fuck, they fuck long and hard, in every position, in every hole." Nefail bites her lip. "He cums in her mouth, on her breasts, in and on her pussy and butt. While Patty climaxes one, two, eight, twelve times, who knows anymore?" Nefail crosses her legs, to hide her erection I wager. "When the Sun rises again on Elysium, Patty goes back to Drittz all ruffled up, full of pan cum and very happy.” I stiffle my giggling. I must deliver the punchline without laughing if I want the joke to land. “//So, how was that?// asks Drittz. //Oh, it was the fuck of a lifetime, I think I came harder than I ever did and more times than in the last ten months combined.// She soon realises she is getting carried away, so she asks: //how about you, was it good?// He squirms for a moment. //Dreadful.// He answers. //All she did was squeeze my balls the whole night through.//" \ \ Nefail tries to hold the laughter in her mouth but it escapes through her nostrils. "That is so stupid. You are stupid!" "Aye, and you are laughing!" \ \ She can’t deny that. And I can’t believa that. I can’t recall the last time I saw the First Sister so genuinely happy. \ [[Continue|Scene 4B3]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "bedroom">>\ <<galleryimage "C1S12">>\ <<set $Maryl += 1>>\ <<unlockachievement "ACH_B1_NEFAIL">>\ \ When I return to my chambers, Maryl is still asleep. In the gray twilight of my darkvision, I see her breasts go up and down beneath my sheets. She looks so peaceful and I strive not to wake her up. But as soon as I get in bed and try to cuddle, her eyes open wide. Like all humans, she is blind in the dark and looks around in great distress. \ \ "Easy, easy Maryl. It is I." "Mistress? Where are we?" "In my bed,” I giggle. “Safe and sound." I press my naked body against hers, she is all soft and warm. "You inhaled a very potent mixture, but thanks to Nefail it has run its course. Tomorrow you should feel like yourself again." \ \ She sighs in relief. But as her most immediate concern dissipates, another one surfaces. \ \ "I am so sorry, Mistress. Because of me, we couldn’t find a present for your sister." "It was my fault, not yours. The only thing that matters is that you are alright." She tears up a little, perhaps not remembering that I can see her while she cannot. "Hush now,” I dry her tear with a kiss. “You need to sleep. And don’t you dare get out of this bed. I don’t want to sleep alone." \ \ She smiles the most tender smile and we share the most tender goodnight kiss. \ [[Continue|C1epilogue]]

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<<playLoveTheme>>\ <<galleryimage "C1S2b">>\ \ I’m tempted to ask why such a simple task, but I know better. As I write down this endless list, I am forced to picture all these eldritch abominations, along with their genitalia of every form and size. I am not the biggest demonophile out there, but I can’t help feeling a little turned on, especially when I get to the incubi. Synafae and I once summoned an incubus, too bad Nefail found out before we could have our way with him. Goddessdamn it, how am I supposed to sit on this stool? Curse my huge butt. Hold on, did this thing just squeeze me? \ \ "How far along are you, princess?" "Not that far, honestly." I try to get more comfortable, but the chair won’t let me. "I’m done with the incubi; minotaurs are next." "Ah, yes, minotaurs." She murmurs. "Reliable guardians, though they do get rapey with intruders. Should you ever face one, don’t try to lose it; it will find you." \ \ My fervid imagination pictures me running through a labyrinth, unable to escape its taurine guardian and its mastodonic penis. I bite my lower lip, as I imagine it squeezing my entire body around its manhood, using me like a cocksleeve until it fills… The stool gives me a yet more robust squeeze, tiny bumps form on its surface, and I feel them go up and down along my most sensitive spot. \ \ "Good goddess, what is this thing?" Veldrina almost hops with joy. "Do you like it? I still have to find a name for it, something along the lines of the Charmed Chair; it is a work in progress." "Well, I am getting your Charmed Chair rather wet." "I certainly hope so. It reacts to your arousal; the hotter you get, the better it performs." "I can definitely feel that!" I can feel it rise up to my pussy, I hope it won’t take my virginity; Mother Sipriina would be crossed. "Are you close, princess?" "Close enough!" It would be easier to let myself go if I were alone. "It’s supposed to help horny students such as you concentrate on their studies by providing a quick climax." As she utters those words, I reach said climax. My whole body shakes in the chair, and for a moment, I risk falling off. "Oh my… that is what I call a shining success." "Indeed," I mumble. "Are you sure this won’t be counterproductive?" "Nonsense, the chair will relent as soon as your arousal dissipates." \ \ Good thing Maryl already took care of me. I try to regain my composure, and the chair returns to normal. That was intense, but I would’ve preferred a lot not to have Veldrina staring at me the entire time. "Are you well, princess? Should I fetch you another seat?" "You know what, I think I’ll stand." "Most excellent, back to our lesson then. How about some trivia?" "Sure." I pant. "Why the hells not?" \ [[Begin the Trivia]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "lab">>\ \ "Well, if it isn’t Malla Elifael herself, unusually punctual, I might add." Veldrina teases me with a deep voice. I could never truly wrap my head around her. She has the voice of an adult, the body of an adolescent, and the heart of an old crone. She does not show nearly as much skin as a dark elf of her looks and stature ought to. She is also a bit of a loner, preferring the company of constructs and contraptions to that of pleasure slaves. Her lack of promiscuity is almost heretical. \ \ "In a few cycles, I will be on my way to High Temple, I just want to be prepared." "My oh my, aren’t we eager." "As I should be! My entire culture revolves around sex, and I am still a virgin." "You poor thing… You do look rather tense. Did you skip your morning session?" "So I have. Fear not, I won’t let that hinder my studying." “I wish I could believe you.” She sighs. “Do sit down, sweetheart.” She gestures toward a stool, one small enough in its own right, and looking minuscule beside the towering blackboard. \ \ This thing was perhaps conceived for a sylphid or a very tall halfling; it disappears beneath my oversized asscheeks. \ \ “Here is your assignment for the day,” says my teacher. “I want you to write down all the main species of demons from the Abyss." "That's easy." "By member size, in ascending order." \ [[Continue|Scene 2A22]]

<<playLoveTheme>>\ \ After having calmed down, she halts and ponders. She stares at me with surprise and, dare I say, rekindled interest. \ \ "Step into the tub." She commands and I obey. "You were right, you are not completely without talent, after all." "You flatter me, First Sister." She smiles at me, sincerely for once. "Come now." She sits on the border of the tub. "Look at what your dirty jokes did to me." \ \ She displays her marvelous cock, now fully erect. She rubs her hand on the precum leaking tip, on the shaft, the scrotum, all the way down to her clitoris and back up again. . \ \ Looks like she wants a happy ending after all. \ [[Continue|Scene 4B4]]

<<galleryimage "C1S9B">>\ \ She stares at me almost in disbelief and I grin at her. \ \ "So, what do you think? Is there hope for me yet?" "Don’t flatter yourself." She pours another cup, but this time she hands it to me. "You are good at pleasing your seniors, but mastering the Tantric Technique of the Thousand Throbbing Tendrils is another thing altogether. "Really?" I put on my most sarcastic sulk and look at her with sad eyes. "Is my dearest First Sister unhappy with my handjob?" "Don’t." "I’ll have to make it up to her. But how? What could I possibly do to please her?" She gazes at me, distrustful yet somewhat intrigued. "I know." I turn and sit on her lap. "What do you think you are doing?" "I know that my butt is too wide, too fat, too big. But it is good for something, let me show you." \ \ I slide back onto her, welcoming her cum soaked cock between my butt-cheeks. As I slide back and forth, Nefails squirms and complains but does nothing to stop me. \ \ "See, Nefail? My ass may not be as pretty or as perfect as yours, but it feels good, does it not?" "How dare you? Rubbing your fat rump on my blessed rod… this is heresy." "Heresy you say? But it is so sweet to sin." \ \ All of a sudden she pushes me, not away, just forward as to expose my asshole. "I ought to put you back into your place," she growls. \ \ A shiver of terror goes down my spine. Is she going to take me? With that? For a moment I really fear for my virginity, and possibly my life. But no, she sinks her fingers in my butt cheeks and uses them to squeeze her cock. "I am the First Sister of House El’Naar, I am a priestess, one day I will be your Matron and you will respect me." "Yes!" I yelp. "I will, I promise." \ \ I keep moving and she keeps squeezing. We continue like this for quite a while and every time I slap my ass on her balls, I can feel them twitch. How is this, Nefail? Do you like my ass now? Goddess, neither of us should be enjoying this but we are, both of us, undeniably so. \ \ Her rod is so hard and beautiful, I hope I’m not hurting it. "Should I get some oil?" I ask. "Don’t you dare get up!" she nearly screams. "If you do, I will punish you." "Easy, I’m not going anywhere." I giggle. "You can do it a little harder if you want to." \ \ She is close, I can tell. She slows down, seemingly trying to enjoy it just a little bit more, I don’t let her. I bring my hands on my butt and envelop her cock almost completely. "Don’t hold back!" I beg of her, and finally she listens. \ \ A tide of sperm covers my ass, back, and hair. I can feel it dripping from my pointy ears, it is as warm and thick as the first time. \ \ I turn to her. She stares at me in stupor and delight. I bite my lower lip, I can hardly believe I could do all of that. "Was it good?" I ask. "It was fine," she admits with another puff. This may be the first time she ever complimented me, this is all so confusing. All of a sudden I feel the urge to hide my face. "Best I go see Maryl. She should be awake." I get up and head for the door but I don’t get far. \ \ "Where do you think you are going?" She grabs me by the ankle and forces me back onto her. She is strong, much stronger than a dark elf of her size should be. She holds me down with one hand and makes her way between my thighs with the other. "You may have pleased your senior, but you still disrespected her, I must punish you." \ [[Continue|Scene 4B13A]]

//<h1>Book I - BAPTISM</h1>// [[Begin|Scene 1]]

<<galleryimage "C1S13">> //<h1>Chapter 1 - Epilogue</h1>// <<if $Maryl gte 2>> Me and Maryl are growing close. Too close maybe for a slave and her Mistress. I hope mother won't take her from me. <</if>> <<if $Veldrina gte 2>> Veldrina seems to appreciate my efforts. I wonder what the prize she promised might be. <</if>> <<if $Nefail gte 2>> Perhaps Nefail does not hate me as much as I thought. Could it be that she is actually //not// the worst. <</if>> <<if $Twinspath is true>> I can't believe what happened in that carriage, I need to have Maryl teach me some of her tricks… in preparation for my baptism of course. <</if>> <<if $Chapter1RouteA>> <<unlockgalleryroute "C1Bonus1" "RouteA">> <<unlockgalleryroute "C1Bonus2" "RouteA">> <<elseif $Chapter1RouteB>> <<unlockgalleryroute "C1Bonus1" "RouteB">> <<unlockgalleryroute "C1Bonus2" "RouteB">> <</if>> [[Chapter 2]] //<h1>To be continued... </h1>// <img src="Art/Cover art Book II.jpg" max-width: 100%; max-height:100%;/> Valiant reader, thank you so much for reading my story. I hope you are enjoying the continuation of Book II and are as eager as I am to see what happens next If you liked my writing, I encourage you to check my other complete game. You can [[download it from here|https://subscribestar.adult/nobody-cares]] <html> <head> <style> .special-thanks { text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold; } </style> </head> <body> <div class="special-thanks">Very Special Thanks</div> </body> </html> As always, my super special thanks to2%Milk, bard, beta-reader and benefactor. I am so happy to have you on board. I must also thank Gelb, for all is material supporto and (even more so) his moral support. I am not saying this would not be possible without you, but I am implying it! <html> <head> <style> .special-thanks { text-align: center; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold; } </style> </head> <body> <div class="special-thanks">Special Thanks</div> </body> </html> I also must thank all my Valiant Readers and Horny Bards. Sken User#00dcf68c Perv Man Yukariin User#754e1b63 That was all for this update, I look forward to the next, I swear it won't be late, and wish all the best ;) // End on finish video.addEventListener("ended", endVideo); // End on click video.addEventListener("click", endVideo); // Add video to page document.body.appendChild(video); <</script>>

<<if $Maryllove is true>> \ <<if $Synafaelove is true>> \ <<if $Nefaillove is true>> \ <<if $Reconciliationpath is true>> \ @@#question; \ <<link "Nonono, I’m not gonna do this">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ <<set $corruption -=20>> \ \ "Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetz!" "What?" "That’s my safeword, it took me five days to learn it." "Honey, a simple no will suffice." \ [[That was close|C10IS14]] <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "I must admit I am a little curious">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ <<set $corruption +=20>> \ \ "You know what? I’ll do it, for you." "Good lad." she says, warmly. "You’re gonna love this." \ [[I wish I could believe that|C10IS13b]] <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ @media screen and (width <= 768px) { body { font-size: 14px; perspective: inherit; height: inherit; overflow: inherit; flex-wrap: wrap; } #ui-bar.stowed~#story { margin-left: 1.5em; } .passage { line-height: 1.5; } #location-art { width: auto; max-width: 100%; } } <<script>> var video = document.createElement("video"); video.src = "C:\Users\jacop\OneDrive\Documents\GitHub\the-queen-of-phalli\src\game\Cinematics"; // Your video file video.style.position = "fixed"; video.style.top = "0"; video.style.left = "0"; video.style.width = "100%"; video.style.height = "100%"; video.style.objectFit = "cover"; video.style.zIndex = "9999"; video.autoplay = true; video.controls = false; video.playsInline = true; video.muted = false; // set to true if you want it silent by default // Function to remove video and go to next passage function endVideo() { if (video.parentNode) { video.parentNode.removeChild(video); } Engine.play("NextPassage"); // Replace with your target passage name } // End on finish video.addEventListener("ended", endVideo); // End on click video.addEventListener("click", endVideo); // Add video to page document.body.appendChild(video); <</script>> <<location "none">> <h1>Book I BAPTISM</h1> \ It has many names, this city of mine. The Moisty Metropolis, the Daedalus of Delight, the Polis of Pleasure, the Town of Throbbing Towering Tentacular Tendrils. But most people call it by its ancient name: Manzaberranzen, capital of the dark elves and holy city of our very very very possessive Goddess. As for me, I call it home. \ \ My name is Elifael El’Naar, thirdborn daughter of Matron Sipriina El’Naar. Now, being the youngest child to one of the most powerful priestesses of the city comes with its share of perks and flaws. First and foremost, I am very rich in a city where one can buy pretty much anything. Secondly, I can always rely on plenty of scantily clad but still very deadly guards, to procure me anything that cannot be bought. Thirdly, nearly everyone in this city has to bow to my every whim and I have plenty of whims. As for the flaws… did I mention that I was the youngest of three? \ \ Big sister Nefail, the first born, is mother’s pride and joy. She also is a cruel, manipulative bitch! Our supposedly chaotic society is actually very hierarchical and Nefail never fails to remind me which one of us is above the other. Since she came back from the Grand Temple as a full fledged priestess, I had to do whatever she said, as long as it did not go against the will of Matron or Goddess. She had me run all sorts of stupid errands and endure all kinds of sexual service. I think I massaged, licked or kissed nearly every part of her ridiculously perfect body, without her ever returning the favour! Worst yet, being a priestess makes her a favorite of Lolath, next in line to become Matron and, above all, able to procreate. The Goddess of Lust blesses her most devoted servants with a fully functioning phallus, which grows larger and mightier with her favor. I have yet to see mother’s, but I doubt it can be much bigger than Nefail’s, it is as long and thick as my forearm. She shoved it in my face more times than I care to count, but never inside me. You see… that would go against tradition, the first lover of a true Dark Elf has to be her Matron. We call it the Baptism and not even big sis would ever violate such sacred custom. Nonetheless, she promised that when I will no longer be a virgin, she will have her way with me however and whenever she wants. Dream on, big sis! One day I will be the most powerful priestess house El’Naar has ever seen and you will be nothing more than a lesser concubine in my harem. \ \ Fortunately big sister Synafae, the secondborn, is all the opposite. She never bossed me around or demanded sexual favours, never needed to. She also is hot, hotter than a succubus going down on another succubus, hotter than all the fires in the Nine Hells combined. Perfect silky silver hair, big purple eyes, wide hips and huge tracts of land. Seriously they are nearly as large as mother’s and way bigger than Nefail's, which drives her insane. "You should have a transmuter look at those." The first born always says. "They are grotesque, so out of proportion." Now, if I was big sis Synafae I would tell Nefail to get lost and get fucked. Not Synafae though, no she always answers with along the line of: "I am what the Goddess made me." She is so wise and patient, I miss her so much. \ \ After the baptism, the now adult Dark Elf must leave her house and serve as a novice at the Grand Temple. There she will learn the path of Endless Ecstasy and the Tantric Technique of the Thousand Throbbing Tendrils, to honor the Goddess, to win her favor for House and Matron. When I was young, Nefail had already left for the temple, for most of my life it was just me and Synafae. When she became of age, mother took her into her chambers, where she lost her virginity and I lost my sister. She left for the Grand Temple shortly after and would seldom visit. At the same time Nefail returned, with the single purpose of making my life absolute hells. But all of that is about to change. \ \ Three cycles from now I will finally be of age, mother will make a true woman out of me and I will be on my way to become a priestess myself. Not only will I get the chance to prove my worth, but I will also be reunited with dear Synafae. \ \ Oh…I almost forgot. Our Goddess also has had many names, such as Araushnee or Lolath, [[but she is now known as…|Titlescreen]] \

<<playLoveTheme>>\ <<galleryimage "C1S2">>\ \ I’m almost tempted to tell her to slow down, to enjoy this a little bit more. Alas, I cannot; the rising light from the windows reminds me of duties I can no longer escape. So I cross my legs around her neck and gently force her deeper into me. My thighs tremble as a small flood wets her cheeks. She helps me recover with delicate kisses and caresses until I am myself again. \ [[Continue|C1S22]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<location "lab">>\ \ Inside Veldrina’s laboratory, the familiar smell of alchemical concoctions welcomes me back. My teacher is scribbling arcane runes on her thirty feet wide blackboard. \ \ "Well if it isn’t Malla Elifael herself, fashionably late as usual." Veldrina teases me with a deep voice. I could never truly wrap my head around her. She has the voice of an adult, the body of an adolescent, and the heart of an old crone. She does not show nearly as much skin as a dark elf of her looks and stature ought to. She is also a bit of a loner, preferring the company of constructs and contraptions to that of pleasure slaves. Her lack of promiscuity is almost heretical. \ \ ""In a few cycles, I will be on my way to High Temple. I just want to be prepared." "My oh my, aren’t we eager." "As I should be! My entire culture revolves around sex, and I am still a virgin." "You poor thing… You do look rather tense. Did you skip your morning session?" "So I have. Fear not, I won’t let that hinder my studying." “I wish I could believe you.” She sighs. “Do sit down, sweetheart.” She gestures toward a stool, one small enough in its own right, and looking minuscule beside the towering blackboard. \ \ This thing was perhaps conceived for a sylphid or a very tall halfling; it disappears beneath my oversized asscheeks. \ \ “Here is your assignment for the day,” says my teacher. “I want you to write down all the main species of demons from the Abyss." "That's easy." "By member size, in ascending order." \ [[Fine!|Scene 2B2]]

Scene 3A22 <<playLoveTheme>>\ <<galleryimage "C1S5">>\ \ I do as she asks and let her do her job. She does so very quickly around my chest and waist, but sure takes her time around my hips and buttocks. I can see her puffy little cheeks reddening as she wraps her tape measure around my thick rump. "What’s taking so long?" I ask with false irritation. "Nearly done, noble one." Answers the startled gnome. "Your forms are rather… exceptional. I cannot afford any mistakes." She is just adorable. I want to eat her up. In fact, that gives me an idea. "All right, I’ll bend forward." I raise my buttocks way up. "Is that better?" "Yes, it is!" She nearly shouts. "All right. But be quick about it, I can’t hold this stance forever." She proceeds with her work but is in no hurry to finish. Maybe I can push this a little further. "My legs are getting tired, please hurry up." "Yes, yes! Nearly done." "Oh, my knees! I’m about to fall." \ \ I drop on her. She tries to hold me up with her little hands, but they just sink into my softness. She falls on her back, with her face buried beneath me. "Goodness me!" Shouts Maryl. "Mistress, are you all right?" "Quite all right." What is that which I feel betwixt my cheeks? A little mouth gasping for air, a little tongue trying to steal a kiss? "Mistress!” Maryl comes to my aid. “Let me help you up." "Just a moment. I…I think I might have pulled something." \ \ I simply sit there for the longest moment, reddening my face and wetting my panties. I just hope the poor thing does not suffocate or, even more likely, drown. When I finally get up, little Emerald seems to have died and moved to a very pleasant afterlife. \ \ "You clumsy little runt." Goddess, I almost sound like Nefail. I can see why enjoys this so much. "I am terribly sorry, noble one." "Do you at least now have a good idea of my measurements?" "I most certainly do, noble one." "Are you sure? To me, you seemed somewhat distracted." I bite my lower lip. "Best you start over." "Yes! Of course, noble one. Best I do that." \ [[Continue|Scene 3A3]]

<<galleryimage "C1S6C">>\ \ We finally let go of each other's tongues, leaving a moist trail of love on our faces. "So… feeling better." "Mistress, I… I am unforgivable." "There is nothing to forgive; it’s the fumes. Come, we should hurry home before—" "Well, well, well." The warm voice of a distant acquaintance reaches my ear and sends shivers down my spine. "A dark elf of noble blood, sharing passion with a lowly human right here in the middle of the street. That is most unorthodox." "Most unorthodox indeed, sister," replies an identical voice, confirming the identity of both. \ \ Viconia and Vierna, twin sisters and protegées of Matron Saela Zi’den. "Mind if we join?" Damn it, my pywafi fell back. I pull it back on, but it is an exercise in futility. "Wait, I know this one," says Vierna—or perhaps Viconia—they are identical. "It is little Elifael, the third of Matron Sipriina's protegées." She mocks me. "Where is your escort? Or is your house so short on swords that you are forced to venture outside the palace unguarded?" The nerve! Her house is barely two steps above ours. "They will be here any moment," I lie, very poorly. "Your slave seems to be in distress." "She is, I must take her to our House Mage. So, if you don’t mind." "Your palace is quite far away. We can’t possibly let you go on foot. Sister, summon the carriage." "There is no need." "Oh, but we insist. We could never forgive ourselves should something happen to that plump rump of yours." \ \ An elegant carriage, pulled by invisible beasts, attended by invisible servants, descends from above and stops right beside us. The twins invite us to get on. "You… cannot force me," I utter. "We would never," says one. "It would be against the will of the Queen of Phalli," confirms the other. "We solemnly promise you that nothing will happen to you, unless you beg for it, of course." \ \ That is the opposite of reassuring. I try to hold up Maryl and, Goddess forgive me, there is no way I can carry her all the way home. To the Tentacle Pit with them, I have no choice. Starting tomorrow, I’ll put Maryl on a diet. \ [[Continue|Scene 4A2]]

<<location "coach">>\ <<playLoveTheme>>\ \ We step on the carriage and sprint off. The twins leave plenty of room for Maryl, forcing me to sit between them. My buttocks are squeezed between theirs. \ \ "This might take a while," says one sister. "We might as well get comfortable," the other one returns. They drop their garments in unison, revealing their already fully erect cocks. Even those are nearly identical, except one leans to the left and the other slightly to the right. They are beautiful. Their hands are soon all over me. Goddess, how did I get into this situation? And how can I escape? \ \ "She is a virgin!" yells Maryl. "A virgin?" they ask in chorus. "Yes,” Maryl speaks between gasps. “Matron El’Naar has yet to baptise her, touch her and you will feel her wrath." \ \ After a moment of silence, one of the twins begins to laugh. \ \ "It is an impertinent one, this slave of yours." "Yet, she is right," says the other. "We can’t violate tradition, sister." "To the Tentacle Pit with tradition, just look at this ass." She forces me to stand and rips apart what little garment was protecting my buttocks. She proceeds to spread them, exposing my cute little butthole for all to see, her cock twitches in anticipation. "It is simply perfect, it calls to me, it calls for my cock. I must have it. It is the will of the Goddess, I can feel it." She presses her tip on my anus; it is like fire. She is nearly as big as Nefail; there is no way it will fit. Goddess, give me strength! \ \ "Vierna, stop!" Viconia holds up my butt, protecting my virginity with surprising strength. "If you do this, Matron Sipriina will be the last of our problems." Vierna grits her teeth. "But I want her, I need to fuck her plump ass, and I will not be denied." "Let go of her, I beg you," says sweet Maryl. "You can have me, noble born. I would be delighted to satisfy your needs." She lets her garments fall, revealing her plump human body. "Maryl, you don’t have to." "Leave my mistress be, and I will do all you want with joy." "With joy?" Observes Viconia. "What say you, sister? Her ass is quite plump and her bosom much more inviting." \ \ Vierna looks at me, conflicted. "I want her to watch, I want to see her touch herself." "I’m sure she would be happy to." With an eloquent glance, she invites me to say yes. "I would be thrilled." My answer sounds sarcastic, but not as much as it should. Vierna pulls back the tip of her cock, leaving a trail of precum between my cheeks. How can there be so much? \ \ The twins leave the whole seat for me as they move to Maryl’s side. "Have you ever served a priestess?" asks Viconia. "Not two at the same time," answers Maryl. Her eager yet fearful eyes send Vierna into a frenzy. "That is it. No more waiting." She pushes the plump human into her sister's arms and raises her legs, aiming her tip at the waiting asshole. "Don’t overdo it, sister." Warns Viconia. "To use violence is to invite the Goddess’s wrath." Even fierce Vierna is afraid of losing the favour of Lolath; she holds back. \ \ "No!" Yelps Maryl. "I want this, I truly do. Please, take me! Please, use me!" She spreads her pale-skinned buttcheeks with her hands, revealing her pink little star. Is it the fumes? Is she still intoxicated? Or is she doing all of this just to protect me? \ \ Vierna hesitates no more; she slides in slowly, centimetre by centimetre. Maryl gasps and yelps, trying to remain still. Viconia holds her in her arms, mitigating her sister’s impetuosity with caresses and kisses. \ \ "Easy, easy now. The pain will soon turn to pleasure." "It has already. Please, don’t hold back." I can tell she is lying, at least partially. \ \ With a last shove, Vierna is finally buried balls deep into my poor servant's rump. Meanwhile, Viconia starts playing with Maryl’s breasts and gives her a long, sloppy kiss. They keep this up for quite a while. "How is she?" Asks Viconia. "All warm and soft on the tip, tight and sloppy at the base. A mighty fine ass, if I ever fucked one." Maryl keeps her eyes closed as if picturing being somewhere else, with somebody else. "You should definitely try her." "In a minute, maybe. I want to see how skilled her mouth is." "Of course!" Exclaims Maryl, turning to her. \ [[Continue|Scene 4A3]]

<<galleryimage "C1S7A">>\ \ Poor Maryl is being plowed too hard to give a proper blowjob. Still, she does her best. Viconia turns to her, to better penetrate her mouth. While doing so, with strong and relentless thrusts, she eyes me. \ \ "Don’t forget your part of the deal," she reminds me. "Do I really have to?" Goddess, it is so hard to pretend that I am not enjoying this. "You do. Get to it and don’t try to fake your orgasm. We will know if you do." \ \ I lay on my back, spread my legs, and start rubbing. \ \ "Look at that, sister." says Viconia. "She is as wet as the three of us combined.” "Are you sure she is a Virgin?" Vierna adresses her sister, as she slaps her balls onto Maryl’s vagina. "She is,” Viconia returns. “I can sense it." "What a shame. Virgin girl, raise your legs and butt further. I want to have a good look at you." \ \ I do as she says, caressing myself from the clitoris to the anus and back again. She is right, I am as wet as I seldom have been. If Nefail saw this, I would never hear the end of it. \ \ We all keep going as the carriage takes off. Flying above the Bazaar, in-between the many spyres along the cave ceiling. By now we should’ve arrived at my palace a while ago. \ \ "I need to slow down." says Vierna short of breath. "I don’t want to finish so quickly." "No, noble priestess." Begs Maryl. "Please, don’t deny me." She forgets about Viconia’s cock as she presses herself against Vierna’s. She clenches her butt as she reaches the base of the priestess’s dick and slowly pulls away. Vierna rolls her eyes and screams in ecstasy. "My oh my, sister. I hardly recognise you." "Stop! Stop! I can’t…" \ [[Indeed she cannot|Scene 4A4]]

<<galleryimage "C1S8A">>\ \ One final push of Maryl’s majestic butt and she begins to twitch. I can almost see her scrotum shrinking as she cums a river inside of my servant. Viconia, not far behind her, fills Maryl mouth with what must be one majestic load, which she attempts to swallow whole, but simply cannot. \ \ This is all too much for me, I should not be enjoying this but I am. I press my clit just slightly harder and that is more than enough to make me climax, as hard as I seldom did before. \ \ "By the six hundred and sixty-six layers of the Abyss." says Viconia. "Sister, I have not seen you cumming so hard since we had our ordeal." "Be silent, you," Vierna pants, Viconia laughs and turns to me. "Would you consider selling her?" "No!" I shout a lot louder than a young dark elf of my station should do, especially to a priestess, especially about a slave. "What a shame." She pulls Maryl up, holding her by the knees, and making her sit on her sister’s lap. How does she do that? She must be at least as strong as Triel. "You have a fine mouth, human. What a waste that you are bound to a still cockless misstress.” She aims her cock to Maryl’s pussy. “Alas, it was not enough to completely satisfy me. I hope you don’t mind me using this next." Maryl struggles to swallow down all that is in her mouth, but ultimately succeds. "Please, take me." says she. "Bless my womb as you did my throat." \ [[Continue|Scene 4A44]]

<<galleryimage "C1S9A">>\ \ For a long moment, I feel faint. When I finally come to, the twins are standing over me, masturbating their salivating cocks. Do they mean to fuck me? I hope not, because I would not refuse them. Fortunately, that is not what they have in mind, they keep wanking their members faster and faster. "Yes, yes!" Is all I manage to say. I raise my legs and hips as much as I can. I close my mouth and protect my holes with my hands. “Cum all over me!” \ [[Continue|Scene 4A6]]

<<galleryimage "C1S10A">>\ \ With just a few more strokes they climax, ropes of cum flow from their cocks and go just //everywhere//. I lay on my back for what feels like forever. I can feel thick warm seed on my face, my chest, my legs, dripping between my curled toes, even my hair has not been spared. It is glorious. Viconia wipes my lips with her thumb. \ \ "I know you want to lick it." Goddess, I so very much do. "Resist. Your Matron would know and so would the Goddess." I nod. \ [[Continue|Scene 4A7]]

<<location "city">>\ <<playAmbientTheme>>\ \ When the carriage finally pulls in front of the entrance to the palace of House El’Narr, Maryl is fast asleep, with her head resting on my lap. "You are home, young one," says Viconia. “Safe and sound,” adds Vierna, making her twin smirk. "Do you require assistance in carring her?" \ \ Viconia’s offer is unusual, yet I see no malice behind it. Still I rather not have them accompany me inside my house. To have been seen descending from their carriage is going to turn a sufficient number of heads as is. \ \ "No need, thank you." "As you wish, young one." With a wave of her hand, the carriage door opens and the invisible servants hold up the steps for me. I do my best to carry down Maryl but she is simply too heavy. "Lady Elifael!" Shouts a familiar voice. A strong muscular arm holds me and Maryl up. Triel and the guard have come to my aid. \ \ The master of arms of House El’Naar is a strange dark elf indeed. She is pureblooded, though as tall as a human and as muscular as an orc. Most Dark Elf prefer to fight with crossbows and quick blades, her weapon of choice is instead a long-bladed adamantine spear. \ \ "Did something happen to her?" She asks the twins, by her tone it is clear what she is actually asking: have you done something to her? "We merely gave them a ride," says Viconia. "Yes, and it was quite the ride indeed," laughs Vierna. "I am good, master of arms," I intervene. "Maryl protected me." "Fear not, noble warrior. Your Matron will find her unspoiled." Vierna’s reassurance sounds everything but. Still, there is little that a common soldier, albeit a formidable one, could do to hinder a priestess’s whims. "It would be best if you left, honoroured one," says Triel, with due formality but no more than that. "Indeed," Viconia smiles at me. "I look forward to seeing you at the Grand Temple, young one." \ [[Continue|Scene 4A8]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<galleryimage "C1S6D">>\ \ We finally let go of each other's tongues, leaving a moist trail of love on our faces. "So… feeling better?" I ask her, adjusting my hair. "Mistress, I… I am unforgivable." "There is nothing to forgive, it’s the vapors. Come, we should hurry home before…" "Well, well, well." The warm voice of a distant acquaintance reaches my ear and sends shivers down my spine. "A Dark Elf sharing passion with a lowly rivvil right here in the middle of the street. That is most unorthodox." "Most unorthodox indeed, sister." Replies an identical voice, confirming the identity of both. \ \ Viconia and Vierna, twin sisters and protegées of Matron Saela Zi’den. "Mind if we join?" I pull it on my pywafi, hoping they don’t recognise me. It is an exercise in futility. "Wait, I know this one," says Vierna—or perhaps Viconia—they are identical. "It is little Elifael, the third of Matron Sipriina's protegées." She mocks me. "Where is your escort? Or is your house so short on swords that you are forced to venture outside the palace unguarded?" The nerve! Her house is barely two steps above ours. "They will be here any moment," I lie, very poorly. "Your slave seems to be in distress." "She is. I must take her to our House Mage. So, if you don’t mind." "Your palace is quite far away. We can’t possibly let you go on foot. Sister, summon the carriage." "There is no need." "Oh, but we insist. We could never forgive ourselves should something happen to that plump rump of yours." \ \ An elegant carriage, pulled by invisible beasts, attended by invisible servants, descends from above and stops right beside us. The twins invite us to get on. "You… cannot force me," I utter. "We would never," says one. "It would be against the will of the Queen of Phalli," confirms the other. "We solemnly promise you that nothing will happen to you, unless you beg for it, of course." \ \ The loud clang of adamantium on stone echoes around us. "I apologise, noble ones, but that would be inappropriate," interjects Triel. "Lady Elifael is yet to be baptised, and having her step inside your carriage would go against Matron Sipriina’s wishes." "What a feisty one," says a twin. "You have the body of a minotaur, but the face of a succubus. Why don’t you join us?" She caresses her face. \ \ The power of the Goddess is strong within any priestess, and this one is no exception. I can feel it myself, even from a distance. Unfortunately for the twins, Triel is stronger-willed than I. \ \ "In every other circumstance, you may consider me your devout servant," says the mistress of arms. "But if you do anything that might offend my house’s prestige or my matron’s honour, we will have a problem." "How dare you? I should punish you for such insolence." Triel holds the priestess’s gaze. "No matter, you spoiled the mood." She then turns to me and grins. "I guess we’ll be seeing you at the Grand Temple, won’t we?" \ [[Continue|Scene 3B5]]

<<location "baths">>\ <<galleryimage "C1S7B">>\ \ I don’t understand why Nefail visits the Waterfall Palace quite so often, for we already have a splendid bath at home. It is built on a terrace, with a direct view on the city below, a literal hanging garden. Warm steamy water flows from the stonewall into a tub built to resemble a natural underground pond, surrounded by limestone and luminescent moss. In the background, the light of Narbondel has nearly set and underneath us the city’s many lights shine like the stars Maryl often told me about. \ \ "Where are your servants?" I ask. "She is right here." She grins. "Fetch the bowl and the oil, I want to wash before stepping into the water. Also, take off your clothes, I don’t want you to bring any dirt from the street into my bath." \ \ It would actually be the matron's bath, but it would be unwise to remind her. I leave my garments at the entrance and grab some oil, a sponge, and a bowl. \ \ My house sister sits naked on a bed of smooth limestone. I fetch water from the tub and start washing her. I do my best to scrub her skin the same way Maryl does with mine, but dear Nefail never fails to find something wrong with my performance. The water is too hot, I pour it too fast, I scrub either too hard or too delicately. Normally I would just tell her to do it herself, but this time something holds me back. \ \ "I am sorry, normally I am not the one doing the washing," I tell her. She looks at my mortified face with surprise, perhaps even disappointment. "Forget about it,” she waves the bowl away. “Get the oil and give me a massage." \ \ She lays face down and I start spreading the oil on her back. My hands may be small, but they also are quite skilled. I start from the back and throughout many passages work my way down. Massaging my sister’s legs never fails to give me mixed feelings. On one hand, they are probably the most beautiful legs in Manzaberranzen, long and toned, the opposite of mine; on the other hand, they belong to her, and passing touching them gives me that are… mixed. \ \ "Don’t forget the buttocks," she reminds me. "I thought you did not want me to touch you there." "Well, now I do. Get to it." \ \ I massage her perfect bubble butt with yet more frustration than I did with her legs. I pour abundant oil and run my hands on it, again and again, making sure to stimulate every muscle, every crevice, every nerve between her waist and thighs. A soft moan escapes her mouth. \ \ "Are you enjoying this?" I ask. "It is not too shabby, I’ll give you that.” She eyes me from beneath her beautiful hair. “What about you, are you enjoying this?" I refuse to answer. "Tell me, little one, who has the most beautiful butt? Me or Synafae?" \ \ That is no easy question. Nefail’s ass is firm and round, Synafae’s is wider and softer. I would not know which one to but above the other. \ @@#question; \ <<link "You do">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ <<set $Nefail to $Nefail+2>> \ "Both me and Synafae prefer yours,” I flatter her. “Is that what you wanted to hear?" “I do.” She grins. “I also want to hear why.” She wants me to compliment her butt? Well, I am no poet, but her goes. “Oh, First Sister, ‘tis glorious to behold thy perfect rump. Chiselled obsidian to the eye, but a warm pillow to the touch, most fortunate is the seat beneath thine weight.” “Oh, shut up!” Is it a laugh, which she is stifling? \ [[Continue|Scene 4B2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "Synafae does">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ <<set $Nefail to $Nefail-1>> \ "I mean not to offend you, First Sister, but Synafae’s butt is known far and wide as one of the finest that ever graced stool or chair with its sweet weight." "Bah, you bore me." “You should not ask such questions if you do not wish to hear such answers.” I smirk. [[Continue|Scene 4B2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \ <<link "Avoid the question">> \ <<replace "#question">> \ I keep silent and she pretends not to care. [[Keep massaging|Scene 4B2]] \ <</replace>> \ <</link>> \ \

<<galleryimage "C1S8B">>\ \ I swim to her, bringing my face beneath her crotch. I know my way around this cock all too well and I know what it likes. I rise out of the water and begin with a little kissing. Pressing my mouth on the scrotum, the shaft, beneath the tip. It twitches every time my lips touch it. Meanwhile Nefail pours herself another cup and I begin using my hands. \ \ "Do you like it?" I already know the answer, but she enjoys it so much when I ask. "Your technique is passable," she admits. "But you will have to improve if you hope to ever get far in your novitiate." \ \ I continue rubbing her masculine part with my left hand and caressing her feminine one with the right. She arches her back to give me better access to both. \ \ "I wonder what it feels like." I speak my thoughts out loud. "When you’ll finish your novitiate you will find out," Answers Nefail. "If you pass the ordeal, of course." \ \ After a few minutes of stimulating her clitoris, I can feel she wants me to touch her inside. I delicately send my middle and index fingers into her vagina, in search of her g-spot. She emits a loud moan when I find it. \ \ "Was your novitiate very hard?" I ask, hoping to satisfy my curiosity and her need for intimacy at the same time. "It was difficult," she admits. "Mastering the arts, learning the scriptures, dealing with the whims of seniors and teachers. It is not as easy or as pleasant as it seems." "Has truly no one ever… took advantage of you?" A question that long has tormented me. “I mean, so far from the safety of House and Matron?” "The Goddess forbids that," she reassures me. "But they do go as far as they can, and even though assaulting your body is not permitted, influencing your mind and spirit isn’t as harshly reprimanded." I give her clitoris and balls a long sloppy lick, making her legs shake. "That sounds frightening." "You should take this opportunity to learn as much as you can, make connections and set up future alliances. Believe me, those fifty years will feel like minutes." "Synafae seems to be having fun." "Synafae is not taking this as seriously as she ought to, don’t make the same mistake." \ \ I hug her penis, pressing it onto and in-between my perky breasts. "You don’t believe she might fail the ordeal, do you?" "I know that, deep down, she has the matron’s strength. Although, she does the utmost to conceal it. I’m much more concerned about you." "You believe I will fail?" "I believe you best heed my advice." She presses my face on her scrotum, I diligently lick her clit and balls, careful to not let either go past my lips. "And show some gratitude while you are at it. I had no such fortune when I was your age." \ \ I think it’s time to pull out one of my best moves, one I know she will enjoy. "All right, Sister, I’ll try." I switch my hands. I now finger her with the left and massage her tip with the right, which is soaked in vaginal humours all the way to the wrist. \ \ Poor Nefail does her best to hide her delight, but fails. "Slow down!" She whimpers, but I don’t listen. I press my thumb on her clit, my middle finger on her g-spot and gently squeeze her tip with the whole hand. I pull her cock back between my somewhat small but very smooth breasts. There, she twitches, shakes and trembles before she erupts like a geyser. I press her dick against my chest and face, and enjoy the river of cum she pours all over me and herself. \ [[Continue|Scene 4B13]]

<<galleryimage "C1S8A2">>\ \ Viconia’s cock slides all the way in, until it kisses my maid’s cervix. Maryl’s toes curl up and her legs shake uncontrollably, she must have cum quite hard. "Try not to finish inside her." says Vierna. "Mother would be furious if we were to sire another half-blood." "You are the last person beneath the vault of this cave that ought to lecture me on the matter,” Viconia teases her sister. “Fear not, unlike you I can control myself." \ \ She keeps fucking Maryl with both passion and grace. Me and Vierna stay back and watch, but not for long. Vierna’s mighty cock soon stands again, she pulls Maryl’s cum filled butthole on her and starts fucking it with renewed vigor. As for me, though unsolicited, I start touching myself anew. \ \ The twins are having so much fun, it is hard to tell who is in control anymore. I easily get to my second orgasm and immediately start working on the third one. As for Maryl I can’t really tell how much she is actually enjoying this. I know for a fact that human sexuality differs from ours, and even though she has been living amongst our kind for most of her life, I wonder if this isn’t simply too much for her to bare. I try to reassure her with a smile and she smiles back. Her reddened face is just so cute, I want to kiss her, I want her tongue rather than these clumsy fingers of mine. I blow her a kiss and for the briefest moment she looks happy. Goddess, here comes number three! I can see Maryl eyeing me from between the twins, we climax together. \ [[Continue|Scene 4A5]]

<<galleryimage "C1S10B">>\ \ What she does next feels like the opposite of punishment. Is cruel Nefail going to… please me with her fingers? I swear to Goddess, if she abandons me with no release yet one more time, I will deafen her with my screams. \ \ Up until this very moment, I thought I was good, very good even. I was wrong. Her fingers caress me in ways I could hardly conceive. Each of them seemingly has a mind of their own and reaches nerves I did not know I had. This cannot be. Is she using some sort of spell? She must be. I am about to lose my mind when she suddenly stops. \ \ "Will you respect your elders?" she speaks out implacably. "Nefail, please don't!" I implore. "Don't edge me again." "Answer me!" "Yes, yes I promise." I moan. "I promise I’ll be good. I'll do all you say. Please let me cum." And, just like that, with a single masterful touch, she does. \ [[Continue|Scene 4B13B]]

<<galleryimage "C1S11B">>\ \ Mine is one long orgasm. Longer than any I can remember. For a moment I believe it won’t ever end. It does of course, eventually. It is then that I realise I had been screaming at the top of my lungs. Goddess, the surface dwellers in the realms above are probably wondering what the hells just happened beneath their ungraceful feet. \ \ "Run along now." Nefail props me up, giving my butt one last squeeze. "Go check on your little human." "Yes," I reply, struggling lo still my breathing and my footing. "Nefail…" "What?" "Would you…" I expose her my butt, as to invite a good slap. "Fine." She obliges and whatever magic she had in her fingers, she puts in her slap, giving me a quasi-orgasm. \ [[Continue|Scene 4B14]]

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<> /** * Fullscreenable Image Widget * Displays an image that the player can click on to view it fullscreen. * * Example usage: <<fullscreenableimage "images/picture.png" "Hover text here">> */ <<widget "fullscreenableimage">> /*<<set _fullscreen to false>>*/ <<script JavaScript>> /** * SugarCube doesn't let us store state in widgets that isn't shared between all instances, * so we need to store it externally somewhere, so I chose the setup object. * Then, we need a way to link a fullscreenable image widget to this state 1:1 even when it's regenerated, * so I chose to use the image URL as a key. If you have multiple fullscreenable image widgets at once using the same image URL, I'm sorry. */ /* Create the state store if it doesn't already exist */ if (!setup.fullscreenableImageStates) { setup.fullscreenableImageStates = { }; } <</script>> /* The fullscreen view of the image */ <<do>> <<if setup.fullscreenableImageStates[_args[0]]>> <div class="fullscreenview" @title="_args[1] !== undefined ? _args[1] : ''"> <div class="thickframe"> <<link [img[_args[0]]]>> <<set setup.fullscreenableImageStates[_args[0]] = false>> <<script JavaScript>> setup.playAudioTag("audio-dismiss"); <</script>> <<redo>> <</link>> </div> </div> <</if>> <</do>> /* The in-passage thumbnail */ <div class="autosize-horizontal zoomable-thumbnail corners-fancy" @title="_args[1] !== undefined ? _args[1] : ''"> <div class="image-border"> <div class="widescreen-image"> <<link [img[_args[0]]]>> <<set setup.fullscreenableImageStates[_args[0]] = true>> <<script JavaScript>> setup.playAudioTag("audio-interact"); <</script>> <<redo>> <</link>> </div> </div> </div> <</widget>> <>

<> /** * Gallery Image Widget * Displays a full-width image from the gallery, and unlocks the corresponding gallery entry. * * Example usage: <<galleryimage "image1">> */ <<widget "galleryimage">> <<script JavaScript>> const imageID = State.temporary.args[0]; State.temporary.imageConfig = setup.GalleryImages[imageID]; <</script>> <<fullscreenableimage _imageConfig.image _imageConfig.caption>> <<unlockgallery _args[0]>> <</widget>> <>

''You unlocked two bonus images for playing through both paths in the Demo!''

<a href="https://freesound.org/people/Koops/packs/1237/">Paper Book Reading</a> SFX pack by <a href="https://freesound.org/people/Koops/">Koops</a> | License: <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/">Attribution 4.0</a> <a href="https://freesound.org/people/InspectorJ/sounds/398271/">Pencil Writing</a> SFX by <a href="https://freesound.org/people/InspectorJ/">InspectorJ</a> | License: <a href="https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/">Attribution 4.0</a>

<<if $Synafae == 10>> <<unlockachievement "ACH_B1_SYNAFAE">> <</if>>

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ <<galleryimage "C1S13">>\ Thank you for playing the demo of The Queen of Phalli. If you are intrigued by the story, the art, or hopefully both, consider [[wishlisting the game on Steam|https://store.steampowered.com/app/3277040/The_Queen_of_Phalli/]]. The full release will most likely be in early October 2025. From the whole team of Labour of Love, we wish you all the best ;)

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<h1>Ah, almost forgot</h1> \ This game contains lots of mature content, such as nudity, girl on girl, futa on girl, futa on futa. Also intercourse with several fantastical creatures including but not limited to: goblins, orcs, ogre, centaurs, minotaurs, wargs, mimics, demons, daemons, devas, humans, a few lolis, and lots of tentacles. It should not be viewed by any persons below the age of 18 or 21 in some strange places… should've probably started with that. If you are not yet of age, you should turn off this game now and wait for a few more years before playing. \ [[I am of age, let me know all about Elifael and her pervy sex life|Disclaimer 3]] [[I am not yet of age, I shall return when I will be an adult according to my traditions|Really?]]

<h1>Last thing, then I promise to shut up forever</h1> \ All the characters in this story are consenting adults, in full accordance with their biology, society, and culture. All dark elves reach maturity at the age of twenty, and are separated from their biological families at forty. The occasional use of words such as “Sister” or “Mother” is meant solely as either honorific, ritualistic, or perhaps playful. \ \ You might be thinking: “The twins too?” Well, no. Obviously, twin-sisters are blood related, and there are a few twin-sisters in the story. In the rare occasions when said twin-sisters will be part of a sexual encounter simultaneously, they will not interact with one another. They may well share a lover, but under no circumstance will they exchange a kiss or even just a caress. They may at the most hold hands, but their fingers will NOT intertwine. \ \ Finally, all non-humanoid creatures, including but not limited to: slimes, oozes, tentacle monsters, mimics, shapeshifters, centaurs, gnomes, goblins, orcs, or humans, are all fully developed adults, fully sentient and self-aware, and will participate in sexual encounters entirely and exclusively on their own volition (and enthusiasm). \ \ Now that we got all the horny lawyers out there all riled up, let’s get on with the show. \ \ Enjoy! \ [[Start the game|Prologue]]

<<playAmbientTheme>>\ \ I rise from my bed not as quickly or gracefully as a dark elf should. My bed is soft and my butt is simply…well… very heavy. Over the course of the last forty years or so, my butt is the only part of my body that has grown, and it has done so to proportions that attract a lot of unwanted attention. Sister Synafae always says that I should be proud of my wide hips and booty. And when she wishes to scold me, Sister Nefail likes to do so with spanks that cause me little pain but much embarrassment. I wish I could move some of this… roundness to my disproportionally tiny breasts. \ "Maryl, please be honest, does my ass look too big?" "It looks splendid, Mistress. Besides, mine is not much smaller than yours." "But you are a human!" I bite my tongue; I doubt she needs to be reminded. "I mean… don’t you think it would be better if I were a little more proportionate, like you?" "You are being silly, Mistress. Your figure is worthy of a queen." If she is trying to manipulate me, she is succeeding. I thank her with a deep kiss, which she eagerly returns. \ \ Minutes that feel like seconds pass until the light reminds me of the time. "Good Goddess!" I shout as I grab my garments and get dressed. "Mistress, what about your breakfast?" "No time!" I storm out of my chambers with a ruffled dress, ruffled hair and a still partially empty stomach. \ [[Continue|Scene 2B]]

<<playLoveTheme>>\ <<galleryimage "C1S2b">> \ I’m tempted to ask why such a simple task, but I know better. As I write down this endless list I am forced to picture all these eldritch abominations, along with their genitalia of various forms and sizes. I am not the biggest demonophile out there, but I can’t help feeling a little turned on, especially when I get to the incubi. Synafae and I once summoned an incubus, too bad Nefail found out before we could have our way with him. Goddessdamn it, how am I supposed to sit on this stool? Curse my huge butt. \ \ "How far along are you, princess?" "Not that far, honestly." I try to get more comfortable, but the chair won’t let me. "I’m done with the incubi; minotaurs are next." "Ah, yes, minotaurs." She murmurs. "Reliable guardians, though they do get rapey with intruders. Should you ever face one, don’t try to lose it; it will find you." \ \ My fervid imagination pictures me running through a labyrinth, unable to escape the taurine custodian and its mastodonic penis. I bite my lower lip, as I imagine it squeezing my entire body around its manhood, using me like a cocksleeve until it fills… The stool gives me a yet more robust squeeze, tiny bumps form on its surface, I feel them go up and down along my most sensitive spots. \ \ "Good Goddess, what is this thing?" Veldrina almost hops with joy. "Do you like it? I still have to find a name for it, something along //the Charmed Chair//. It is a work in progress." "Well, I am getting your Charmed Chair rather wet." "I certainly hope so. It reacts to your arousal, it turns on when you are turned on and the more you are aroused, the better it performs." "I can definitely feel that!" I can feel it rise up to my pussy, I hope it won’t take my virginity. Mother Sipriina would be crossed. "Are you close, princess?" "Close enough!" Veldrina stares at me as if she were a very horny guinea pig. It would be easier to let myself go if I were alone. "It’s supposed to help horny students such as you concentrate on their studies by providing a quick climax." As she utters those words, I reach said climax. Which I do my best to conceal. My whole body shakes in the unreliable seat, and for a moment, I risk falling off. \ \ "Oh my… that is what I call a shining success," says the wizard, pleased with her work and proud of her craft. "Indeed," I mumble, suffocating a moan of relief. "Are we finished?" "Do carry on with your task," the wizard commands me. \ \ I try to regain my composure, but the damn thing beneath me is not yet done. On the contrary, it intensifies its efforts. "Goddess! It won’t stop, it won’t stop!" "You need to relax, thirdborn. Think of something unappealing." "Such as?" I barely manage to ask, well on the way to my second orgasm. "I wouldn’t know, what about Sister Nefail?" \ \ That does not help me out of this predicament at all. As much as I detest her and her bossy demeanour, she holds a certain power over me. Try as I might, I can't help but think about her spanking me, making me lick her legs, her toes, her gargantuan cock. "It’s not working!" I gasp, rolling my eyes in ecstasy. "Never you mind, we might as well wait for it to finish you off again. It seems you just can’t go without your morning session." The only answer I can give is a loud moan. "Let that be a lesson for both of us, I suppose." \ \ My second orgasm takes longer and hits a lot harder. As I feel the arousal dissipate, the chair finally returns to normal. That was intense, but I would’ve preferred a lot not to have Veldrina staring at me the entire time. \ \ "Are you well, princess? Should I fetch you another seat?" "You know what, I think I’ll stand." "Most excellent, back to our lesson then. How about some trivia?" "Sure." I pant. "Why the hells not?" \ [[Begin the Trivia]]