Dark Elf Town of Oscuras

Dripping semen from her nethers showed quite well that some nightshift slaves did avail her for use.

The bakeries silently rumbled, a few naked women and monstergirls stoking the fires before the dawn's rush hour, preparing loaves of dough to be slid in the oven, sweat dripping down their ample breasts. Two of the baker slaves, young girls, took a moment's pause for some water, and wiped each other clean, and slid in a corner to make out, kissing and embracing each other's sweaty bodies as the minotaur stoking the oven chuckled and slapped one of the girls' ass before getting back to work.

Everything was peaceful until...

A crash and shattering glass was followed by an explosion, making the night guards jump as a handsome black man started running outside of a small dark elf house.

"HELP! SHE IS GOING TO KILL ME!"

Jalen ran, magic missiles, coruscating orbs exploding on the ground behind him. Eva pursued him naked, screaming and waving a wand.

"HELP ME! SOMEONE! ANYONE!"

"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU JALEN! I'LL CASTRATE YOU AND FEED YOUR HEART TO THE DOGS!" A shrill voice exploded behind him, as well as more magical attacks.

A minotaur woman and a dark elf guard started running towards him, weapons raised. Panicked, the young black man raised hands in desperation.

"SHE'S GONE MAD!"

He ducked from a lightning bolt, nearly zapping him. Forgetting all etiquette, he screamed at the top of his lungs and hid behind a thick-bodied minotaur, forgetting all etiquette and coherence.

"BITCH GONE MAD! HELP!"

Within moments, a wall of guards existed between shivering Jalen, buck naked under the moon, and the clearly-insane Eva who chased him with a sword and a wand, equally naked. Drowned by wall of tits, she tried to swing at him.

"LET ME GO! I CAN KILL MY PROPERTY IF I WANT!" She screamed, Jalen hiding behind guards in panic.

"You can't ma'am, that's murder no matter how ya look at it." Intoned a cool-headed, older Dark Elf, blocking her weapons.

"I'LL CUT OFF HIS BALLS AND ROAST HIM ON A PYRE AND..." Eva stopped talking, and collapsed in tears. As time passed, more people filtered out of their homes to watch the scene.

"What happened Eva?" The older dark elf nudged her.

"He was cheating on me with that SLUTFUCKINGSHIT-" Eva was clearly frothing at the mouth."-BITCHCUNT BLONDE NATASHA! TO THINK I TOOK PITY ON THAT SLAV BITCH AND TOOK HER UNDER MY WING! HUMAN SLUT STEALING MY HUSBAND!" Eva was in a hysterical rage, held down by other guards.

Jalen raised a hand and tapped the guardswoman on her shoulder. "Ma'am?"

The dark elf's ears perked. "Yeah?"

"Natasha is away meeting her friends in the next town, whatsisname. She lyin!"

When guards turned their heads to crying Eva, all she could do was howl, tears flowing:

"BUT YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME IN MY DREAM! WHY DID YOU DO THA-A-AT!"

A wave of slaps could be heard as virtually the entire village facepalmed, Eva howling in tears and Jalen whimpering under a wall of big-breasted guardswomen.

"Go back home you idiots..." The older guardswoman sighed, her ears drooping from sudden fatigue.

*-*-*-*

A week later.

"Eva...mistress?" Jalen probed carefully.

Eva was silent, pulling him by the hand, making him wear his finest.

"Eva?"

"Shut up." Her lips were pursed, pulling him to a large building, shaped like a twisted Cathedral. As moments passed, and well-dressed, Succubus nuns got in and out of the building, blessing the crowd, Jalen's sleepy mind started to put two and two together.

"Oh."

"Shut up Jalen." She was sniffling, nervous, and very, very, VERY changed over the months. "Shut up or I swear I will kill you. I hate you! I..."

The first month was great. Every day Jalen served, learned skills, and there was ball-busting, ear-shattering, house-shaking sex. She had even introduced him to bondage, as much as he hated at first, started getting used to it. Even light whipping, loving taps with the switch. Every day they had so much sex that Jalen fainted once, and twice, he was being healed by a Hakutaku, a sage-mamono as Eva looked flushed.

During the day, Eva would leave him to train captured human women and men into slaves, whipping when necessary, rewarding when appropriate. Sad, dejected, angry men and women and girls captured from raids were transformed into content, docile, and servile humans under her fist, some even parting ways amiably when they were ransomed. Friendly even. One woman was ransomed back, and they even hugged as they parted ways.

As months passed, she stopped working for the Slaver Guild, and applied for a Merchant License. Her energy was less and less over time, getting listless and angry at everything.

Sex became boring, and she snarled at him to "jerk off and sleep damnit" one day. Jalen shrugged, content at first, cautious later on.

Eva started buying new clothes, absentminded. She shrugged when Jalen, overcome by demon energy, pursued other women sometimes, Natasha, the almost-scary looking Slavic blonde responding the most eager at his advances, her bony facial features showing clear delight. Her curvy, tall, snow-white skin had made a good contrast as Jalen took her on her slave bunk in the barracks, rutting like animals as humans and monstergirls went to their business around them, pounding the pale blonde with a dark contrast on all fours, Natasha moaning in a low voice and mumbling in her language, accepting every bit of him on her body, entwined, having sex.

Even the barracks overseer raised a brow at their sexual marathon, commenting that she must have been pent up from all the months of servitude.

Eva had ordered him to stay away from her the next day. Dejected, Jalen had obeyed.

NOW his neurons, addled from sex, finally started to work.

Eva was, for the lack of a better word...

...pregnant...

"Eva, are you...?" He tried to formulate his question, only to earn a punch to his stomach.

"YOU IDIOT! OF COURSE I AM!" Eva was laughing and crying at the same time. "For fuck's sake, men ARE stupid! Why did you think I quit my job!"

They both fell on their asses on the demon church floor as a succubus nun chuckled at them and went to her business.

"I didn't want to raise a kid when I am busy breaking in humans with a whip, coming home smelling of sex and cum and whip leather! Why do you think I changed my job. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU! You got me pregnant and we don't get pregnant easily if we don't want!" She pointed at her belly. "Why do you think that womb tattoo exists? It changes all your semen into demon energy!"

Jalen's mouth was half open. "Then how?"

Sniffling, Eva laughed nervously. "You are my Rann D'sinssriggin." The young black man blinked, his southern black features reflecting the sun on his sweaty skin as his face contracted in confusion.

"Howzijiggawha?"

"Rann d'sinssriggin dumbass." Eva poked his nose, wiping her eyes and looking down in shyness. "It means...Valued Lover."

Jalen's heart fluttered. "Oh God..."

"We...fall in love just as your kind does. We love bondage, sex, pain, pleasure but...sometimes a man comes to us...And over time, his essence is so powerful we can't do without him." Eva explained, lifting him and dropping a bomb in his stead, a bomb to shake his brain, and change his world. She took his hand gently and pointed to the altar, a stone array of...sexual imagery, hearts and a giant statue of Agrat, the Mother Succubus Queen who reformed the Reik into the current situation. The statue was Agrat in her glory, hugging and cradling a human of indeterminate gender. "Charms fail, and every time we lay with him, we get pregnant. You got me pregnant the day I took you in my bed, Jalen."

She led him on. "I was terrified. Slaver Dark Elves also raise families but their children often need human nannies and others to acclimatize and avoid dark things. I couldn't afford a slave nanny, nor trust one. I'm raising our first baby myself, Jalen. Maybe in some future time I'll get back to my dream job." She winked at him with her teary amethyst eyes glowing like soulstones. "Maybe I'll buy Natasha from the Work Barracks and make her our nanny." She chuckled at his reaction, punching him gently on his shoulder. "Don't worry. You can bed her if you want...Men..." She sighed, not realizing the irony her kind literally molded captured human men into being sex beasts to satisfy the mamono population with the seed essence and made it into a profession.

Jalen's brain was blown across the stars, far out to understand her sudden change, again. Eva pulled him roughly.

"Get up idiot. We are getting married."

*-*-*-*

The thick, motherly Succubus Nun smiled gently at the two huddled before her. Her habit was black leather, breasts bulging out of it, nipples barely covered by the cleavage cut. Her hand held a pink scepter, her other hand, a box. She lifted her head, her voice booming:

"Eva Van Rose, of Clan Rose, of Race Dokkalf, of Nation Reik." She intoned with a proud voice, punctuating every word with motherly love.

"Do you take Jalen Ven'able, of Family Ven'able, of Race Human, formerly of Nation Lescatie, now lawfully enslaved by Reik, as your slave-husband? Do you swear to treat him with mercy and love, his body and manhood your property to do as you see fit?"

The Demon Nun's body was a true babymaker, hips straining her leather habit, legs strong and proud, feet in high heels. She struck her heel on the floor, finishing her words as a cute Anubis sulked in the corner watching a Fairy play the organ pipe. The poor Anubis stared at her meaty paws, sighing, her tail drooping unable to play it.

"I do..."

The dark elfin voice Eva made was uncharacteristic, timid, happy, and cute as if she was a tiny gnome. The demon nun nodded, her amber eyes glowing as she lifted her head:

"Then I pro-"

"'scuse me?"

A brown hand rose as the ritual was paused. It was Jalen, getting her attention. In an easygoing voice not to offend anyone, he spoke.

"Y'all forgot to ask the man's consent?"

...

...

The fairy screwed up the tune, and wedding music stopped.

The cathedral was silent, everyone staring at him. Monstergirls, naked slave girls cleaning and scrubbing the floors, naked slave girls and boys tied to altars, caressed to charge the temple's magical energy, kissed, ridden and licked by succubi, churchgoers, monstergirls and even a pet dog who yowled once and tilted his head, were all silent.

Jalen's eyes grew, completely confused about what to do next.

The demon nun snorted, letting out a single laugh.

The Fairy giggled next.

The Anubis let out a loud snort, the churchgoers next. The snorts and chuckles grew, grew and grew until the entire cathedral was laughing to tears, the nun tumbling on the ground and holding her stomach. Succubi laughed, Minotaurs laughed, and Eva was doubled over, laughing so hard tears flowed freely.

Even boys tied to altars for pleasure relief couldn't help but laugh like mad at Jalen, ejaculating even as they laughed on hungry succubi kissing their bodies.

The laughter shook the windows, and the town, as Jalen's suggestion spread by word of mouth, and it was a very, very happy, very fun wedding with lots of laughter, screaming sex, cake(sadly ruined as the succubus dancer bursting out of it accidentally spread her wings) and music. Eva was generous and had wheeled in more cake, even going as far as hand-feeding the slaves tied to altars so they could enjoy the party too. The entire ritual devolved into a crazy mix of dancing, sex, singing and jokes, Jalen holding the happy lil' dark elf in his arms, his frame almost grown bigger than her.

Eva sniffed his scent, crying from happiness. In her slender hands, she held two rings, simple gold rings, one for each. Putting on the rings was forgotten due to Jalen's jokes, but now, she had managed to change a job, make a decision uncharacteristic of her race, and act on her own. All for the sake of a daughter by the man she loved. Slave Trainer job could wait.

It was time to raise...

"Jalen..." Eva asked her after the party, arm in arm sitting on a pew. The party had ended, the succubi nuns untying the slaves from pleasure altars and sending them for bath, dinner, and sleep. The dog was licking the rest of the cake from the plate, a demon nun petting his head and blessing visitors who scratched their heads, wondering what happened.

"Do you want to name your daughter?"

THE END...For Jalen. For now.

Epilogue (Aoife and Hilda):

Two naked girls wearing straw hats were hard at work, dark elves lazily watching them as they worked at the loom, in a long row of naked women working quietly, weaving. The blonde one, paler than that other, sighed when the bale was finished, lifting the fabric to the warehouse, everyone working quietly and in obedience overseen by dark elves.

Aoife truly felt crestfallen. She worked like her father's serfs now, wearing nothing. The boys who were taken with her were probably sound asleep now, in the arms of their new monstergirl wives, pressed into marriage.

Her pleading look made her friend turn her head, also laden with finished bales on her back.

"Hilda..." The blonde spoke when she looked at her.

"Are you mad at me?"

Hilda looked back with tired eyes. She was her once noble friend, both sold to a plantation working with monstergirls and humans. Social status was all gone now. Her face held no anger, but disappointment. She worked all her life: at least her new overseers were all women and didn't push her that far. The occasional dark elf fondled her sometimes but didn't go further; her all-female new owners actually had the decency to let her give consent to advances from male slaves, gave her medical attention and fed her well. Aoife was cast down, for Hilda, it was a step up if barely, and sans clothes. At least she was not in danger of being raped by men, landlords or feudal superiors. Lescatian peasant girls weren't always safe.

"I guess not. I..."

"I'm sorry..." Aoife mumbled as they stacked the fabrics. "I found a clerk woman, a kind Hakutaku. She'll take my letter back home. Please, just... I told them to pay ransom for you too."

"Eh?" Hilda wasn't speaking much, which made her all the sadder.

"Look I'm sorry I got us into this. It was my fault to canoodle on the beach. It's all my fault..." The blonde sniffled, pleading. "I'll get us both back and be a good girl. I promise. Just don't be mad at me..."

"Why do you care milady?" Hilda replied, grunting as she heaped another bale of cloth. Aoife was close to crying as she tried to catch up with her.

"Because it was my fault! I dragged you into this, your family will be so mad. I have to take responsibility at this..." Aoife was about to break down when Hilda sighed, and hugged her friend.

"'salright. Us peasants work, one way or another. Here they don't push me around much. Just write ma I'm fine. No need to pay for another woman back in Empire. Your Pa will pay for ye anyway; mine is probably glad I'm gone." Her phlegm wrenched Aoife's heart.

"No." Aoife countered, determined, as the overseer watched them impatiently. "I'll spend my dowry if it means you'll be back home safe and sound! I mean it."

She sniffled, hugging Hilda, as the overseer raised her brows and pointed to the next batch of clothes and bushels of wheat to be loaded up.

"You both can tell your sob story to Fraterni later. There's work to be done, girls."

Aoife nodded, and even curtsied. "I apologize, it's all my fault." The dark elf just shook her head and laughed, a woman far older than two, but with a soft spot for human girls younger than her. She extended her whip handle and gave a playful rap on Aoife's buttocks, who squeaked and ran off.

"Back to work, "milady". " The overseer laughed. She'd enjoy teasing this noble girl until she'd be gone.

Epilogue (Amber):

"Delivery!"

The mansion's gates opened with a loud creak, letting inside a young dark elf pushing a wheeled cage. In it sat a naked girl in a straitjacket, gagged and wearing a wizard's hat staring outside with fearful eyes.

"Mistress, your delivery!" The dark elf shouted as a magical door gleamed and opened, letting her wheel the new slave inside a study.

Amber was scared. What would they do to her?

Her bespectacled eyes were teary and tired, though her reception was relatively amiable. Looking outside, she saw outside the bars a nerdy-looking dark elf; she was a wizard like her, wearing a beautifully cut purple robe, a big wizard's hat and wand. Her eyes regarded the newly bought slave with pity, and rolled back in annoyance.

"Uncage the poor thing, Narkhas. She is scared of her wits, seriously, do they think the humans are dangerous like that? She knows better than not to escape"

The bikini clad dark elf smiled, shrugged and set to unlock the cage, pull the struggling human girl out and remove her straitjacket, cuffs, and chains. Several moments of fiddling later, she collapsed on the floor, coughing the gag out, blushing when the penis gag obscenely wobbled on the ground, hugging herself to shield her nudity.

"You can leave, Narkhas. She is no threat." The dark elf mage spoke, and patiently waited until Narkhas left the room with the cage, whistling all the way. She kindly took a cloak and draped her over the skinny human mage who was still shivering, and led her to a chair.

"Sit."

Amber looked at the dark elf, her new owner. Her mistress bore no cruel face, nor typical Dark Elf dominant features.

Her hair was a cute bobcut, platinum white with purple and blue dye. She looked younger than her, youthful and beautiful, though a bit overweight, her breasts straining her robes, her nose sporting a big pair of glasses like Amber's. Her face showed interest and amusement, as if she enjoyed seeing Amber naked.

"I bought you from my cousin Pri'a, human. My name is Thel'zea Van Rose." She spoke, smiling with no hostility. "You'll understand we take precautions with mages. But I would like to work with you, if possible."

Amber blinked, relatively relieved.

"I heard you nearly destroyed my cousin's ship."

The human whimpered, fearing an angry harangue and beating.

"I admire that."

Amber sighed again, relaxed.

"I'll be straight. I am not big into this business, but I always wanted a human...for...study...reasons..." The dark elf smiled, snapping her fingers and conjuring two cups of hot cocoa out of thin air.

"Marshmallow?"

Apparently the Dark Elf's weight owed to this cantrip.

*-*-*-*

Both sat quietly in big, comfy chairs, Amber given a set of undergarments and a blue robe, far happier and relaxed. She quietly kept the comment about the oversize of the robes to herself

"I am studying electrical invocations to power certain new-fangled equipments, and I heard my cousin had caught a human mage specialized just in that. I have bought you for that: you will be my research partner." Thel'zea spoke. "I am not cruel, but I will expect results. Part of the slavery will mean that..."

She licked her lips, Amber blushing, but suddenly paled when Thel'zea spoke again.

"I will use you as an experimental subject as well..." When she kept talking, Amber's fear faded quickly however. "...within reason and precautions. I heard that you used amber, gold and steel as an amplifier for sorcery. Is that correct?" Her voice was assuring and calm, and definitely didn't promise pain and agony.

Amber slowly nodded after some thought.

"Splendid." The curvy nerd dark elf replied, nursing her hot cocoa. "You will assist me as an...apprentice. Just keep decorum in public, mistress this, mistress that, but in private, we can be equals."

"Really?" Amber swallowed her cocoa as well, intigued. The marshmallows smelled of strawberries, making a heady aroma combined with the rich cocoa. After several days of slave porridge and water, even Amber with her meager appetite welcomed the surprise treat of her new mistress.