Fallen Princess, Risen Queen Finale

Antariel snapped her gaze up to him, and joy filled her. "Thank you master!" she grinned, but then her expression faltered as she took in what he said. "Twins? Master?" She saw something she didn't expect on Kariz' face. Humor.

"They look identical except for their sex." A small smile cracked his normally impassive expression.

"Yes, master," she nodded and bit her lip. She really hadn't noticed. They dressed similarly but she thought it was just their style.

"Can even elves not distinguish other sylvan?" he asked as he actually broke into a laugh. "Not all nymphs look identical, Antariel! Distinguishing creatures like them is something you will have to learn."

Antariel burned in embarrassment, and in disbelief that this was what was being discussed. She knew what was expected though: to embrace her shame.

"I will learn, master," she nodded, and couldn't help but grin to see her master so amused by something.

"Good," he nodded. He put his hand to her cheek, and his thumb went over her lips. She quickly sucked his thumb into her mouth, and licked it as she did so. "My Whore is not an idiot." He stated it so forcefully, that she felt it in her bones. "My Whore must not disappoint me, is that understood?" He pulled his thumb out of her mouth.

Antariel hesitated then nodded. "I," another hesitation, "I understand, master." She didn't know exactly what he expected of her, but she knew that she wasn't going to be able to live up to it.

Kariz narrowed his eyes. "Can you not promise that you will not disappoint me?"

Antariel looked up at him. She wanted to shrink away, she wanted to make whatever promise he wanted to hear. She wanted to say what she knew would make him happy... But she knew what he wanted more than anything. Honesty. He didn't want a brainless slut. "No, master. I am not infallible, and I am still learning. I will fail you, despite my effort, master." She paused and quickly added, "But I will try my hardest master, I would rather die than fail--"

"No!" He shouted. She flinched and looked away, but then pulled her eyes back to his face to stare into his coal black eyes. She was glad to not see anger in them. "My Whore is too important to throw away her life. I am not a god, Antariel. If you need my help, you need not admit it in front of anyone, except me." He paused then added, "In fact, you should not." He reached out to her cheek again and caressed it. "You are my Whore. In here, you can do whatever pleases me to please you. If you wish to beg, if you wish to cry, if you wish to act the brainless slut, you may." He motioned around. "This is mine. And mine alone."

He motioned to the door, "But out there, you are my Whore. You represent me." He stared into her eyes. "You represent my strength. Do you understand? I will help you succeed in my will."

Antariel nodded and breathed deeply as she drank in his gaze. His strength filled her. This was what she wanted. This was what she was buying with Eltanor. "I understand, master." She paused and added, "I would like to make a request." There was a part of her old self that needed to be washed away.

Kariz nodded. "What is it?"

"Can... you call me a... nickname?" She stammered. She was so confident a moment ago, but now that she was to say it aloud, she suddenly felt embarrassed. "Can you call me Tari?"

Kariz furrowed his brow and seemed to lose himself in thought. She wondered if the Profane had nicknames. "Usually, a Master would simply call his Whore such," he mused, then added, "However, so do his servants. They refer to the Master's Whore by her title." He nodded. "Yes, a name only I shall call you." He turned to her and smiled. "I like this idea more than I would've thought."

Antariel bit her lip and felt ashamed despite her training. She didn't know that's where he was going to go with it, and she swallowed, "Master, I didn't--"

Kariz picked up on it immediately. "Who else calls you by this name?"

Antariel's shame and embarrassment were replaced by anger. "King Tiertalan," she nearly spit. She wouldn't call him anything else, ever again.

Kariz nodded, his hand again cupped her cheek, and his voice came out a growl. "Then I shall call you Tari. And I shall kill the one who dares to call you by my name for you."

Lust filled Antariel, not for sex, but for the blood of her kin. "Yes, master." She paused and added, "Antariel was an elf princess, but she is dead. Gone forever."

Kariz nodded and she could see his own lust build. His approval sent shivers down her spine. "And what is the public name of my Whore?"

She thought for a long moment, then realized what it must be and grinned. "Nehtarizi."

Kariz grinned as well, as he recognized what she was saying. The name she had chosen was an ancient elven word. It was proper, and soon it would correct. After the ritual she would have a new name, and all in this Profane Tower would know it.

The Master's Whore: Kinslayer.

Crowning Ritual

The Ritual was nothing like Nehtarizi was expecting. Elven rituals like weddings were such grand affairs. They required weeks if not months of preparation and planning, and she would've been at the very center of it. Her entire life would have been turned upside down, as the attention of a dozen attendants, a dozen courtiers, and a dozen attendants of whomever she was to be with all would have taken turns nipping at her. It would have been the slow death of her self, felled by the thousand cuts of a thousand pests.

Nothing like that was going to happen here.

She asked about a dress, and Kariz shrugged, as it was irrelevant. She would be naked for the majority of the ritual. She had a single role to play -- she was to follow his directions, show herself to everyone, and climax only after him. The simplicity of it was almost incredible to her.

However, he had warned her of a single piece of prep she might need, then left to her to it so that he could gather the rest of the Tower.

Rana and Kana came through the door, and Nehtarizi waited for them on the other side. She hugged them both.

"Mistress!" the exclaimed as they threw their arms around her.

She planted soft kisses on their soft lips, each in turn, and then released them. She saw that Kana carried the balm with him. "Thank you," she said with a nod. "Let's go apply it." She headed toward a stairwell.

Of all the maddening places in the Tower to try to navigate, Kariz' quarters were the strangest. It was, however, good practice. It didn't take long to realize that it was about intention and will. She willed herself to be heading to the large bed, and that caused the room to respond to her and allow her to walk up the stairs to it.

The twins followed quickly behind her, while they marvelled at everything they saw. She was still marveling herself, she had to admit. If someone had asked her how she would take to seeing the living quarters of the Master of a Profane Tower, she never would've guessed, 'What an amazing view.'

They quickly reached the bed, and she threw herself back onto it, grinning up into the night sky filled with green whisps of cloud. The twins scrambled up on the bed.

"Mistress," Rana started, when Kana interrupted.

"Rana!" he said shaking his head, "It's not our place!"

"But mistress--" Rana started and Nehtarizi interrupted.

"Rana, Kana," she said as she sat up on the bed. "Your mistress has been chosen by Master Kariz to be his Whore." She grinned widely as she said it, "And, he has allowed me to keep both of you as my sluts."

Rana and Kana both squealed, relatively high-pitched noises, and hugged her tightly from opposite sides. She wrapped her arms around them and squeezed them as tight as she could. She'd wondered if she'd ever in her life felt this much joy. The twins covered her neck and face in kisses, which she accepted with laughter.

"There's a ritual that is going to happen today," Nehtarizi continued, after they had calmed a bit, "And that is why you have the balm," she motioned. "I'm not certain what's going to happen, but Master told me that it would probably be best to be prepared for anything."

Kana nodded, and took the balm, "Of course mistress." He opened it eagerly.

"Not this time Kana," Nehtarizi grinned. "This time Rana is going to make sure that I am covered in balm inside and out," she said, motioning to Rana. "And you and I are going to spend a little time together."

Kana nodded with bashful smile and passed the balm to Rana. "Mistress, your pleasure is my pleasure."

"And at this moment what would please me is to see you cum harder than I've ever seen you," she replied and gently pushed him back on the bed. The elf laid on her side, cocking one leg up to spread herself for Rana. Rana took the balm container and began at her mistress' feet.

Kana laid on his back, then scooted closer to Nehtarizi on the bed. She bent her head down to his, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He eagerly accepted, and sucked on her tongue as hard as he could. She loved the taste of him, slightly saltier than Rana, less like a rain and more like a stream.

The elf mistress felt Rana massage up her calves, along her thighs, as she continued kissing Kana. As their tongues danced, her hands travelled along his slim body, her nails caressing the skin around his nipples. He moaned into the kiss, as her fingernails drew little designs on his body.

Nehtarizi could tell how much it pleased him, his small cock sticking straight up into the air, and soaking wet with precum. She loved that she could turn him on so much, make him squirm beneath her. She reached over and motioned to Rana to hold out the balm, which she took a dollop of on her fingers.

Nehtarizi gently nudged his legs apart with an elbow, and he gladly spread himself wide. He pulled his knees up slightly, and she got a perfect view of his cock, small sack, and the pink rosebud of his ass beneath it. She spread the balm on his hole, rubbing gently.

Kana moaned loudly, as his cock continued steadily leaking precum. "Oh mistress," he said, thrashing his head and grabbing his legs, holding on to them tightly. One of his legs was pressed against her breasts as she made sure her body was close to his. She gently worked two fingers into his ass.

He groaned again, a long, low sound, and his legs twitched slightly. He moved one hand to his cock, and his mistress immediately clucked her tongue. "No, no, sweet Kana," she said with a grin.

Kana immediately pulled his hand away, "Sorry mistress," he moaned, as precum leaked onto his belly.

"You may play with your nipples though," she said. He reacted immediately, grabbing one of his nipples and tugging on it, and rubbing it.

"Mistress," Rana said behind her, breathing heavily, "May I touch myself?"

"Yes Rana," Nehtarizi said with a nod, knowing she was going to be focused entirely on Kana. Kana moaned hearing that. "But you must apply all of the balm."

"Yes, mistress," she replied, and the elf noticed that the balm was being applied slower but didn't mind. It was time to return to Kana's sexy tight body.

"Mmmistress," Kana moaned as Nehtarizi pushed her fingers as deep as she could into his ass, then began pumping them slowly in and out. She moved her head around his leg, causing him to pull his knee to his shoulder, and bent her face close to his cock. She breathed hot air on the head of his sex, making him shudder.

"P-please," he moaned lightly. "Mistress. May I please cum?"

She stuck out her tongue, giving his cock one long lick from root to tip, and then whispered, "Cum!"

Kana let out a high-pitched squeal, and immediately came. Cum shot from the end of his cock, landing on his face, chest and belly, as he pumped out jet after jet. "Mistress!" he cried, as his legs twitched. He relaxed slightly, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh, but Rana isn't done with me, which means I'm not done with you," Nehtarizi said with a grin. She began pumping her fingers slightly faster, in as deep as she could, almost completely out. Spreading them slightly, before finally adding a third finger.

Kana groaned, and gasped, his hands grabbing the furs beneath him on the bed and squeezing as hard as he could. Nehtarizi moved her mouth to his inner thigh, and bit it gently. He was immediately hard again, and she could see his balls twitching.

She took one of the delightful orbs in her mouth and sucked gently, which elicited another low moan.

"Your moans are so pleasing to your mistress," she said quietly. Kana moaned loudly in response, his cock already leaking precum again. "Your ass feels so tight against my fingers," she said as she pumped deep into him. She could feel a lump through his walls and made sure to bump it.

The response was immediate. Another high-pitched squeal, and his hips thrust against her fingers. A spurt of precum landed on his belly, and he thrashed his head around.

"Ooh, my little slut liked that," she said with a grin.

"Yes mistress!" he cried out, as he gripped the furs tightly. "Yes mistress!"

"I'm not going to touch your cock," Nehtarizi said, licking and biting the inside of his thigh, as she slowly pulled her fingers almost completely out of him, and just rubbed against the sphincter of his ass. "In fact, I think from here on out, you should only cum one way."

"Yes!" he squeezed his eyes shut, "Yes, mistress! Please let me cum!"

"Oh, not yet," she said as she made very shallow thrusts. She could feel that Rana had worked her way up most of her back, but she knew that if she didn't let Kana climax soon, he might have a heart attack. Still, she was going to make it a memorable one.

She glanced back at Rana, and gestured for her to stop for a moment, and then she sat up on her knees. Her cock had grown to well over a hand length and had thickened considerably. She still didn't quite know what it meant, why her body had changed this way, and why her cock seemed to all but vanish around Kariz. Yet with Kana, it had been getting larger and thicker.

She pressed the fleshy head against his rear entrance and spread him open. He groaned. "Oh mistress, yes! Please fuck my ass! Fuck me with your cock!"

Nehtarizi shoved her cock fully into him and grabbed his head. She pulled his lips to her breast, and he eagerly sucked her nipple into his mouth. Rana soon joined Kana and sucked on her other nipple.

"Your ass Kana," she groaned. "Is so good!" She drove deep into his ass, and he squeezed down on her. Kana spasmed, his cock spurt jets of hot cum which splashed up Nehtarizi's stomach. The elf grinned. "Oh, you came so good for mistress." But mistress wasn't done yet.

The elf pulled out of him and laid him back down, and Rana pulled away from her. She turned the moaning nymph over onto his stomach, and pushed the head of her cock, even longer and thicker than it was when she started, back into his ass.

Kana cried out in a high pitch moan, a sound Nehtarizi loved to hear from him. He adjusted himself and pushed his ass up and back against her hips. She grabbed his shoulders, and fucked him hard. Each thrust pushed another girlish moan out of him, and made his cock leak a little more cum.

She drove her cock deep inside of him, and orgasmed. She was surprised that her cock erupted fluid into Kana's ass and filled him up. Almost as suprising was that Kana orgasmed again, and sprayed more cum onto the furs.

Eventually she collapsed against the furs, both Kana and her covered in sweat and cum. Kana moaned incoherently.

"Rana, take a break for a moment," Nehtarizi said, as she leaned back on the bed. "And clean Kana with your tongue."

Rana nodded quickly, moved around to the other side of her brother and started to lick up all the cum from his body. He groaned and squiremd from the sensation. His eyes stayed shut, though he breathily whispered, "Thank you, mistress."

Nehtarizi grinned. She was going to enjoy this life -- she was sure of it.

The clothing wasn't the only thing surprising about the Ritual, it turned out. Nehtarizi was naked, covered head to toe in balm that had been massaged into her skin by a horny nymph, and waiting next to her master's throne. Her master was sitting on the throne, completely naked instead of in his gauzy robe, and staring impassively at the gathering throng.

It was the attendees that surprised her. She had only seen the krazthorh and their kin, along with the massive minotaur that dominated the left side of the room. But the other side of the room was taken up by a host of warriors she was seeing for the first time.

They were dressed in a variety of armors, and yet they all seemed to show a surprising amount of skin. Most of them had purple capes, small chest plates that hardly covered their whole chest, and a lot of straps. A select few though seemed covered head to toe in dark metal.

She noticed the straps had glowing runes, which made her wonder if their protection was more magical than physical. Like her master, they seemed to be in peak physical condition. She also saw a few of the assistants off to far right, near the hall. She also noticed a strange creature that looked similar to the assistants but was larger and dressed far more outlandishly. She believed that was the Dressmaker, who ironically had very little to do on this day.

While she was distracted by the people in the room, she heard her master's voice boom next to her.

"This!" he called out to the hall, which immediately fell silent. "Is my Whore!"

Nehtarizi stepped forward, remembering the brief words that she had chosen to say. "I am Nehtarizi, the Whore of my Master, Kareltonis, Champion of the Flesh, Sovereign of the Abattoir of Lascivious Meats, and Master of the Shrieking Tower of Needful Ache. I am his to command, forever!"

"Whore," Kariz commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him. "On your hands and knees!"

Nehtarizi had been trying to prepare for this, but nothing could have prepared her for the pure rush of adrenaline flowing through her. She was about to show off her pussy and ass to everyone and the thrill of it was like nothing she could've imagined. Antariel would've died of embarrassment. Nehtarizi embraced the shame.

She got on her hands and knees and noticed that her breasts hung much lower than they were a few days ago. Had it only been a few days? Or had it been longer?

"Are you wet, Whore?" Kariz asked.

"Yes, master!" Nehtarizi cried out.

"Turn to me!" he said, and she slowly turned her head to Kariz, pointing her pussy and ass toward the throng. "Satisfy your urges!" he commanded, as he stepped toward her.

She didn't hesitate, one hand immediately moving to her pussy, and the other to her ass. For a moment, she lurched forward, having forgotten how top heavy she was now. For a moment there was a shock of realization that she was going to ruin everything when her forehead hit a large fleshy column. She realized that Kariz had stepped such that she could rest her head against his leg.

Nehtarizi groaned appreciatively as she pushed her fingers into her pussy and ass and began vigorously masturbating both. "Thank you, master!" she cried, loud enough for everyone to hear.

She could hear some kind of odd sounds from the crowd and realized that the kraz must be pleasuring themselves. She wondered about the other warriors, though it didn't stop her. She was working her pussy with four fingers and her ass with three, relying entirely on Kariz to hold her up.

"Now, my Whore, stand!" he suddenly commanded.

She was far more disappointed than she would've expected to remove her fingers from herself, ending the wanton display, but she should've known this wasn't the end of the Ritual. She stood, and stared at Kariz, despite how much she wanted to see the crowd that she could hear.