Beyond Hope

I could only grin as I looked at the hopeless faces of the four adventurers as my Emmenations surrounded them, cutting off all hope of retreat. I had been far from idle during these past three weeks as I had known that it would only be a matter of time before the villagers reached out to someone to come and save them from me which led to me taking steps to prepare for the imminent arrival of enemies. First had been to change the shape of my dungeon into a simple streamlined affair. This had been to make up for the overall low level of the place as I was unable to make any traps at this time, but by increasing the size of my throne room and rearranging the lighting I could spring my army of Emmenations upon unsuspecting adventurers. The next change had been to train my imps, though only a small amount had seemed to grasp what I was trying to show them with the shield. A pity as if I could of had gotten all of them to learn this it would have made for a much more dangerous **** guarding me, but there was no use bemoaning the loss of my expendable troops as new ones would be created by my dungeon upon my waking the next day. The final measure of course had been the continued creation of my Emmenations. I spent most of my days during those three weeks practicing with my dagger and fucking my Servants, and the evenings after dinner was served and the men began their nightly orgy I would spend the last bits of my day creating fifteen Emmenations, three of each element that I was able to make them in. With 310 Emmenations closing in on the four adventurers I was intrigued to learn how my small army would stack up against them.

They were clearly professionals as their first action was to move close enough to be able to help each other as I could see that they were already trying to determine the best course of action. My God's Eye was invaluable as I looked on them and saw just what kind of people they were. Tilon was a human who had a desire to learn and master magic like the mages he had read about in stories, and he had the potential to back that dream up as he two of the four greatest moments of his life were him learning Tier 3 spells despite only being a Sorcerer. The other two were learning magic in general, and the first time he slept with Amila. If he had only a few more years of training under him before this day he would likely have been a terrible threat to me. Amila was a human Priestess who worshipped the goddess Tsrahve who's domain was agriculture and fertility. She only had three truly defining moments occur in her life; receiving Tsrahve's blessing, joining the party as its fourth member, and confessing her love to Tilon before they fucked like rabbits. She seemed to only be a healer with no real combat based spells, but having played enough rpg's I knew that the medic is always the most problematic if left alone. Rava was the only non-human in the party being a Dark Elf specifically, thus her class as a Ranger was stereotypical but not unsurprising from what her two most important moments were. When her father was killed by a group of human bandits made up the first one leading to her learning everything that she could about humans to one day hunt them down and exact ****. The second was far more intriguing as she had taken to hunting human criminals on her free time and killing them, with the first kill being the most prominent moment in her life. Finally there was the human Westly, the least interesting of the four. He was the youngest of a lesser noble family which explained his ego and his fixation on wealth as his most prominent even was his father telling him and his brothers that whomever brought back the most wealth for the family would be named heir.

Their lives were all so different and unique a part of me was intrigued by the road that they had walked to get to this moment. The other part of me saw them as mere intruders that needed to be dealt with. Focusing on them I saw that Tilon had started chanting as Rava shot down Emmenations that started to draw in too close as Westly struck down an Emmenation that was approaching Rava from behind while Amila was calling out to the two to help direct them as Emmenations drew nearer. I could feel the spike of magic as Tilon finally finished his spell, aiming towards the door that they had came in from as he shouted "Severing Gale!". The Tier 3 wind magic shot off with devastating effect, destroying close to 40 Emmenations but revealing the reason that I had diversified the elements as there were still ten Wind Emmenations blocking the door.

"Are those wind elementals?!" Rava asked in shock as Tilon started to drink a potion.

"I don't know." Amila said as she turned "Westly, right!"

The Knight responded quickly as he blocked the heavy blow the Emmenation swung at him, catching it on his shield "We can't keep this up!" he roared in panic.

That was the moment that I decided to move as I cloaked myself in shadows, slipping through my soldiers and appearing right next to Westly as he turned, my dagger slashing through his throat in a spray of blood. The cut was deep and severed both arteries in his neck as he bled out in seconds. There was a stunned moment of silence as Rava's jaw hung open in shock as she tried to process what had just happened. Amila just let out a wordless scream of terror at the sight of their Knight falling dead at my feet while Tilon rose shakily as he raised his staff towards me.

"Ice Bullet!" he shouted, sending the ice spell flying towards me as I held up my own hand and grinned wickedly.

"Earth Lance." From my own hands the mana took the form of stone spears that shattered the ice spells and speared Tilon, sending him flying into the wall of my dungeon where he was pinned and coughing up blood. Rava finally reacted, breaking free of the shock as she rushed me, drawing a dagger of her own and swinging it at me in hopes of inflicting some kind of wound. She didn't make it more than five steps before one of my Emmenations grabbed her and slammed her down to the ground, holding her in place as she shouted her defiance. Amila looked horrified as she glanced at Rava and the slowly dying Tilon as she fell to her knees, utterly defeated.

I could have killed them all right then and there, with their party shattered it wouldn't have taken more effort than snuffing out a candle but wouldn't have given me anything more than some trifling experience and confirmation that my dungeon could destroy the unsuspecting. There was the matter of the villagers needing to be taught a lesson and my own task of conquering this world, something that I wouldn't be able to accomplish by just hiding here forever. I needed to move further abroad, learn more about the intricacies of this world and how the various nations and factions worked, grow my own strength, and most importantly solidify a base of power for myself. To do that I needed to have servants that would not only obey me but would also have the skills I needed in order to operate in this world, and assuming that the adventurers of this world operated in a similar manner to how they were portrayed in media back in my own world than having a party of them would open a great many doors for me. Turning my gaze to Amila I only grinned as I knew that I was going to be breaking both of these women.

Amila tried to move away, her own robes slowing her backwards crawl as I moved in, stepping on the hem of her robe and stopping her as she let out a panicked whimper. She was utterly terrified and while my new monstrous instincts enjoyed this there is little enjoyment in taking a woman as she cries in fear the entire time. Much more enjoyable to corrupt them into the shape I want. Crouching down in front of her I gently gripped her chin to **** her to look at me.

"Don't worry Amila. You'll thank me when this is over." I grinned as I kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth as I had infused my saliva with the aphrodisiac to get her more into the mood. She tried to struggle for a few moments before the pleasure began taking hold as she stopped trying to push me away and was soon grabbing my vest and hair to pull me closer, her whimpers of fear soon replaced by moans of lust as her tongue moved along mine. She was soon wriggling beneath me, the smell of her arousal reaching me as I broke the kiss and heard her panting breaths and throaty whimpers of disappointment and longing. Her eyes were foggy with lust as I grabbed the hem of her robe and pulled it up to see her plain underwear with a large wet patch that I pressed a finger against, getting a moan from her.

"Please..." she begged, breath ragged "More."

I said nothing as I ripped her panties off her as my tentacles moved my own pants down, freeing my cock that drew her gaze like a starving man's to food. I pressed the head against her sopping wet folds as she moaned and moved her hips, trying to get me to penetrate her, though I waited as she whimpered.

"Do you want it?" I grinned as I started teasing her clit.

"Yes!" She hissed out.

"Then you need to swear your loyalty to me. Swear you mind, body, and soul to me. Give me all of you and only then will you get that sweet release."

It's interesting watching a person cave to their lust and abandon everything that they once held dear. I watched a brief flash of defiance enter her eyes as she clearly didn't want to submit to me, followed by lust beginning to take hold again as she glanced at my dick, then regret as she pulled her gaze away to look at the corpse of Westly, the dying Tilon, and the pinned Rava who was **** to watch in horror. Finally she looked back at me and seemed to realize that I would indeed keep her like this indefinitely, on the brink of release for as long as it took to break her.

"I-I'll submit. I p-pledge by t-the Goddess Tsrahve t-that I will gi-give you my mind, b-body, an-and soul."

That was all I needed to hear as I buried my cock into her, hitting her cervix and getting a scream of ecstasy from the priestess as she came. I was far from gentle in my fucking, but Amila was clearly enjoying it as she wailed incoherently while cumming nonstop, her robes getting soaked from the puddle she was making. Of course I didn't plan on taking too much longer, seeing as how I still had a Dark Elf to fuck as well, so I made sure to keep the pace and enjoy the pleasantly tight pussy my new **** had. I fucked her for ten minutes, ten minutes of her cumming near nonstop and babbling out gibberish, before I finally came inside of her. She let out a scream as she came again and I could just make out what she was saying as she came down from that high.

"Master came. I'm a good girl." She kept muttering again and again as she lay there.

Turning towards the struggling and horrified Rava I slowly stepped over to her. I knew that I couldn't use the same approach that I had with Amila, that Rava's will was far stronger and she was far more defiant. This didn't mean anything before my powers though as I knelt down in front of her and looked down at her as she tried to futilely fight free.

"You have a choice Rava." I said calmly as my cock twitched just above her head "I can take you now, wipe out all traces of free will from you and turn you into a puppet to be used by my will. Or, you can surrender yourself to me and swear your fealty and by doing so be given the chance to exact vengeance upon those that wronged you. Either way the end result for me is the same. I am going to fuck you, the only question that remains is if you are going to be a willing participant or if you are going to just be a doll that follows my orders."

Hatred is also a wonderful tool in the end. She might have hated me at this moment but the deep seated and burning rage she felt towards those that took her father from her burned far hotter. I could see in her eyes that she didn't want this, that she hated defiling herself with a Devil, but she hated humans far more and would do whatever it took to get her ****. Rava only nodded her head once before muttering her assent.

"I will obey..."

I nodded for the Emmenation to release her as she moved up to a sitting position and began removing her leather armor and setting it aside before laying on her back with her legs spread. She wasn't wet or prepared at this time and I had no intention of hurting her unnecessarily so my first action was to start eating her out as I had an injector tentacle dose her with aphrodisiac. The effect was noticeable immediately as she was soon gushing all over my face as I lapped away at my first Dark Elf and found she tasted slightly different from a human woman with a hint of nuttiness to her that I found enjoyable enough though wondering if this was unique to her or if this something that all Dark Elves had, and was looking forward to testing this out the first chance that I got. Now while I won't say that I am world class at eating pussy I am good enough to make a woman cum repeatedly, and my new body certainly aided in this. Once she had cum three times over my face I moved back as she stared up at me with a flushed face, panting breath, and a look of near adoration.

"B-by Grolack..." she moaned "How are you that good?"

I didn't answer her as I slid my cock into her and had her let out a loud moan as I stared to fuck her. She wasn't the tightest woman I'd taken but she was definitely the shallowest so far as I only got seven inches in before hitting her cervix, but every time I did hit it she let out a high pitch moan and soon her tongue was hanging from her mouth as I fucked her in earnest. I made sure to finish with her quickly as there was still plenty to do and I would have who knows how much time to keep enjoying the pair of adventurers, so after filling her with cum once she had blacked out from so many orgasms I slid out of her and watched cum slowly leak out of her onto the floor. Standing I was soon dressed again as I looked at Amila slowly regaining consciousness and saw the fear and dread in her eyes as she looked at me.

"Kneel before me." I ordered as she moved to obey as I placed my hand on her head, focusing on my mind control powers and began reshaping her mind as I spoke "I am your master in all things, and you are my adventurer ****. You obey me, you worship me second only to your goddess, you will do whatever I say without question or hesitation. You will strive to do all in your power to aid me in my ambitions. Am I understood?"

"Yes Master Vastator." Amila said as she bowed down lower and kissed me feet. Nodding I turned towards Rava who was regaining consciousness as I imparted the same commands into her.

Allowing them to have their gods before me was a calculated risk of course as there was always a chance that their gods would tell them to fight me, but I didn't think that this was going to happen for a few different reasons. First, it seemed like the gods of Light and Dark treated this world like a game and to interfere too much would likely result in a matching reprisal from their opposite number without the rules that they all seemed to be bound by. Second, on the off chance that I was wrong about the gods being bound by their own rules it was hardly a wise decision to deliberately antagonize a god. Third, if my plans for Ruyanei were to be a success then I needed to make sure that I could bring the gods of both sides to the table in the aftermath of my conquest and if they didn't have too many reasons to hate me that would be to my benefit. So placing myself second on their priority list would give me some advantages later down the line, particularly if I could make sure that Templar was activating.

My next step after ensuring my new slaves loyalty was to look at the loot from my defeated enemies as I found that Westly had decent armor and weapons, enough that I considered making use of them myself briefly before deciding against it as heavy armor like that would only impede my own fighting style as would the long sword and shield, though that didn't mean it was useless as I used my power to make a new Light Emmenation that was the same size and shape as Westly was and had it don the armor and weapons. Tilon's staff was nothing too impressive but the books he carried with him though were far more interesting to me as they were magic based, focusing on Tier 3 magics and means of improving magic power and control. Taking those for myself I saw that Amila and Rava stood patiently waiting for me to finish messing with their late comrades bodies.

"You aren't bothered by this?" I asked on a whim.

"No Master." Rava said simply "I generally don't feel anything for humans or their ****."

"I am saddened that their deaths were necessary but I live for you my Master." Amila answered.

"Good. Now I have questions for you." I said as I walked back to my throne and motioned for them to kneel at my feet, fully intending to learn everything that I could about adventurers before beginning the next step of my plans.