The Devil, the Bargain

The cells of the Numantian dungeons were a dark and silent place, purposely built ro break their tenant's spirits as much as their bodies, but Isolde had already no will of her own when they throw her there. Only the shame and rage of failure, of lost and betrayal. She hadn't see the light of the sun in three days.

When the sorceress appeared, she carried with her a dim alluring light, like the shinning of the very moon. She had entered the cell without opening any door, appearing there, already by her side. She had to look away, for that soft light was too much for her eyes after so much darkness.

"All hail Princess Isolde." Said Lunnara mockingly. "Greatest slut that ever was. All forgotten, missed by none, not even her daring brother, whose cock she slurped so diligently. What a sad, sad story."

"Go fuck yourself." Said Isolde to the sorceress.

"Oh, I can actually do that. The easiest way is to possess someone else's body but with a little more effort you can create a shadow copy of yourself. Is a bit exhausting, but good sex always is. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Do you have a point or are you here only to torment me?"

"Oh... you think this is torment? Poor humans, you are so uncivilised for your pain, almost as much as your pleasure... But I would advise caution, lady Isolde... I'm more than willing to adjust my mercy to your manners..."

"...What do you want from me?"

"Honestly, there's not much of value in you. I wouldn't try to play that card... What you might try to do is... entertain me."

"I will not be your court's fool."

Lunnara's eyes shined with amusement. "Oh my, that would actually be wonderful... yes, yes. I can see you already."

"I told you I won't..."

"Or you could also share Nameria's fate. She lost her priviledged place as one of the queen's cows. She is now a free use **** and will be now forever chained and naked. She would take every cock in the kingdom... except the one she longs for, the one she betrayed..." Lunnara stroke her own cock as she spoke"...and wouldn't that be a fitting end for you, my dearest Isolde? To taste every manner of male appendage... except your brother's."

Isolde looked up to her for the first time, her eyes filled with rage. "Oh, I like that look... You were actually willing to desecrate the tomb of a Saint and kill a queen just to get your brother back. A girl with your determination shouldn't just rot in a cell. That would be too boring."

For the first time, Isolde remained silent, looking at her. Lunnara could almost hear her mind scheming, the glimpse of hope betraying her. This was a time for the carrot, not the stick... That would come later. "I want him." Said the princess. "I don't care about anything else. Give him back to me or begone."

That made the dark elf laugh. An arrogance so exquisite was indeed rare amongst human. "You already make a good fool, with all those silly jokes!"

"Do not dare insult me!" She tried to get up and hit the sorceress, but the chains did not let her. Her bravado only made the elf laugh harder. "I will fucking kill you! I promise! I..." She tried to continue, but she couldn't. Her eyes were filled with tears of impotence, she felt to the floor defeated and ashamed of her own weakness. She was trapped. She was at the sorceress mercy. And she knew it.

That was the moment when Lunnara hug her. She felt the welcoming warmth, the aura of malevolent sexuality affected her with almost raw strength and soon her nipples became erect and a sweet wetness filled her crotch... and she hated it. The elf's hand touched her cheek so that she would look up to her moon-like eyes. "My poor, lost child..." Said she with a voice that was so soothing, so relaxing. "Why do you still fight, when your surrender could be so sweet?"

"You..."

"I can offer you such untold pleasures... Yes... even him, but not as a forbidden lover that has to marry another woman. No, he will be your true husband, as manly as you remember him, but only yours..."

"You... You can do that?"

"The Queen wished to be married to a woman with a cock... that could easily be me. Dorian should belong to you instead... You should remain together as one, as you always dreamed... We only need to talk about your end of the deal."

"What is it?" Said Isolde. "Tell me."

"No dear, you tell me. Tell me what you and your brother would do for me and I will tell you if it pleases me."

"We..." Isolde gulped in anticipation, knowing that she was selling her soul... But it didn't matter. "We will conquer, kill and plunder in your name. He will be the greatest general of your armies and I will be your most loyal maiden."

Lunnara's eyes were cold and calculating. For a long minute she pretended to think about the offer. "I accept your servitude, lady Isolde." The sorceress then turned away. "Dorian, you might enter now."

The door of the cell opened with a loud crack and a man stood there with a torch. Her man, as manly as he had ever been, naked and hard for her. It was her dream. Isolde felt the chains falling from her, broken. She used that freedom to run to his side and hug him. She kissed his mouth and felt his hard cock against her body. "My brother... My man." She said.

"Isolde, I am yours, only yours, forever." His voice sounded so manly, like it always had been. It all was so perfect.

It was.

The sorceress casted her spell with a grin and just like that her brother was pulverised. He became a dense liquid, like pure black oil, and felt over her and the floor of the room. "YOU MONSTER!" screamed Isolde.

"Oh dear, I told you you would be together, I just didn't say how... Please be calm, I'm sure you will like the next part."

And just like that, that dense oil that once was his brother became alive and ascended to her. Isolde tried to resist, he tried to run but he had always been the strongest. Soon, he surrounded her completely. What little remained of her robes was annihilated and every pore of her skin was touched by him. Her brother became an armour of dark and beautiful design aroun her, fit for a conqueror, for the most loyal blade of the new queen. Outside, it was dark and cold, but inside... It was fleshy and warm. Isolde felt his brother again, his hands, his mouth, his cock... She felt him everywhere.

Every part of her body was ravaged by his insatiable hunger and his lust for women. Her mouth was being facefucked, her cheeks kissed, ravenous hands grabbed her tits and twisted her nipples, a thousand tongues licked her legs and tummy, her arms were fisting a prodigious anus and cocks of all manner of sizes penetrated her ass and her cunt, sometimes more than one would chose to share the same hole. It all happened at the same time, with the same strength and there was cum everywhere, feeding her, bathing her. Inside the armour there was only a cacophony of pleasure and pain, outside...

Outside she was now a still and silent warrior, who needed no rest or sleep, who cared not for hunger or danger. A weapon of warfare and obedience. A dark paladin who awaited her orders.

"I will let you two have the night for yourselves." Said the sorceress. "This is my first gift. With the first ray of the sun, you will come upstairs and begin to supervise our army. I want a full report before noon."

"Yes, my queen." Said a metallic and lifeless voice.