Sidestory 1: Kassandra's 'Family'

Kassandra Onhe Gnade was never one for living in such luxurious accomodations. Living as a villager in a humble farming village can easily make one desire the comforts of the city; a stable home built of brick and mortar rather than mud and thatch, readily available food and water, and plentiful job opportunities.

She never cared for such things; she never had such high aspirations in life, and more often than not she hated the thought of leaving home for any reason.

And yet, when the conscription draft was issued and she was taken away, she was **** to learn the art of war to survive, so she could return home.

She lost count of how many people she buried on the battlefield, cleaved apart with her zweihander. Whether regular peasant or pissant noble, she could not care. Against the truly deplorable, she developed a perverse pleasure for hacking them to pieces. Slavers, tyrants, arrogant pricks, bullies, every single one she killed, she met their eyes with a smile devoid of emotion.

When the Hundred Years' War ended and she returned to her home village, she found nothing but ruins, the people having long abandoned it for greener pastures. Here, she developed a smouldering hatred for the Elves, who ruined all the sacrifices of her comrades with their pleas for peace.

And now, humbling the arrogant Elves of all people, she was living the time of her life.

Moaning in pleasure, she hammered her hips onto Vulwin's pelvis, merciless and uncaring in her pursuit of pleasure as the poor Elf boy was pinned down beneath her arms.

"Oh yes, I bet you don't get as much pleasure fucking Elf girls as compared with me, do you boy?" She asked, her hands locking his in an iron grip.

"N-No..."

Whether she heard him or not, Kassandra simply powered onwards, loving how his artificially enlarged cock stretched out her insides, her folds conforming to his new girth. Each thrust was like a stimulant to her brain, and each time his tip hit her cervix, her face flushed a slightly deeper red than before.

And before long, they both climaxed, and Kassandra relished the feeling of his hot cum in her womb.

Slowly, she pulled herself away from her cock, and planted her pussy on his lips.

"Lick."

Vulwin obeyed, despite feeling suffocated by the weight of his mistress's hips. His tongue pleasured her folds, and she moaned in delight. Once she was done, she lifted her hips and stepped off the bed, a relief Vulwin was grateful for. Patting his head, Kassandra said, "Good boy. Now that I'm going to be a mother, you ought to do your job as a dad, right?"

Vulwin weakly nodded, his eyes glassy.

Kassandra then turned to Vulwin's sister, who herself lay glassy eyed on a plush chair, her belly round with child. She fondled her own belly, nine weeks along and due at any time.

And she smiled fondly at how she broke Lily's sanity.