The fate of a fallen God

Drumdra had felt his strength increase when his creations rose in strength, particularly so whenever they tapped into his fury. He grew very fond of the tough survivalists he had created and was proud as he watched them grow in number and expand their culture. 'Soon I will be as strong as they are and they will regret their arrogance', he thought to himself, 'Luxury and comfort was not only the undoing of the races they had created, but it will be their own aswell'. He underestmated the lengths the other Gods would go to.

He had watched in horror when the other Gods plans unfolded and the orcs were hunted down like animals. He had also grown weaker with every tribe defeated, with every orc slain. When the Ironhide tribe fell, he was forced to watch them be collared, shackled and cursed, while his oath prevented him from helping the orcs he had grown to love.

In his moment of despair he felt a presence in his domain. That should be impossible, nobody could enter his domain without his knowledge. He looked around the barely furnished wooden room and saw noone, still the feeling of a presence remained. "Looking for me?", he felt warm breath on his neck when the words were whispered into his ear. He spun around to face... Sheyla. The beautiful Goddess was dressed in nothing but a see-through robe that gently rested against her curves. He barely had a moment too take in her wide hips and perky breasts, as she stepped in and pressed herself against him and hugged him tightly. "What are you-", he was shocked into silence when he felt the Goddess push her hand past his fur loincloth and started stroking his cock. "Sssssh, quiet big guy. I'm sure you're in a lot of pain right now, I just want to make you feel better.", she cooed into his ear and gave it a playful lick. Drumdra felt his resolve melt unusually quickly under her touches. She had often been playfully sexual but never had such a strong effect on him. Was it because she was more powerful? Whatever the reason, he didn't manage to pull away from her touch. "Good boy.", she whispered while she stroked him hard, "Why don't you sit down over there?". It felt more like an order than a question. Were he in his right mind, Drumdra would have noticed that the chair was not one he himself had created in his domain. That would have told him that he was no longer the ruler of this domain, but he was under the sensual spell of the Elven Goddess.

Sheyla stayed close to him, continuing to stroke his rock hard shaft until he sat down on the chair. She got on her knees between his strong legs and used one hand to stroke just his tip, while the other kneaded his balls, "Good boys don't think.", her whisper seemed to reach his mind more than his ears, "Just enjoy.". Drumdra felt her unimaginably soft hair on his thighs when Sheyla bent down, her slender tongue wrapping around the tip of his dick. He was entranced and did not dare move, for fear he would interrupt the beauty. She started slowly moving up and down his cock, taking more and more with every bob until she thrust his whole 10'' cock down her throat. Her tongue was reaching out, licking his balls while her eyes teared up. Drumdra felt waves of pleasure wash over him, heating his body every time they rolled over his body and crashed against his mind.

The Goddess was now skillfully deepthroating him. Yet, through the haze of pleasure and her spell, a tiny voice screamed at him. It screamed angrily and persistently until it was finally heard. Drumdras eyes shot open as the ancient anger inside him blew away the mist slowing his mind. He pushed Sehyla away, who was taken by surprise and fell on her back. "HAVE YOU GONE MAD?!", he yelled, "YOUR CREATIONS HAVE SLAUGHTERED MINE AND YOU THINK I AM IN THE MOOD FOR YOUR CHEAP TRICKS?!".

Sheyla only smiled at him, "Impressive, you must truly resent me to break my charm. I was trying to be nice, but there are other ways to make you worship me.", she snapped her fingers and chains ending in shackles shot through the wooden floor. The shackles quickly snapped shut around the wrists, ankles and neck of Drumdra and pulled him to his knees with his arms behind him. "How?", he pressed out while straining against his bondage. "How?", Shelya laughed, "It's very simple, you're a pathetic 'god' whose creation was crushed by a superior one. Is it not natural that you would be crushed by a superior god?". "We are equals.", he asserted while fruitlessly tugging at the chains. "We were, a long time ago.", Sheyla replied, "But we are past that. You were too indecisive, too blunt with your intentions, not comitted enough to be a ruler. You are more befitting of the role of a servant. I am so much more powerful that I can even intrude in and take over your own domain.".

She had gotten back to her feet and approached the struggling God. She manifested a knife in her hand and lowered it towards his neck. Drumdra scoffed, "You can't kill me.". "No, probably not.", was her simple answer, "And even if I could, I wouldn't. You see, you're not the only short-sighted fool among us four, the other two are not much better. They didn't think twice when I asked them to keep you after we conspired to take out your orcs.", Drumdra furiously tugged at the chains but Sheyla just continued, "They are so focused on the power they can gain from mortals worshipping them, they didn't even stop for a second to think of what it would feel like to be properly worshipped by a god.". She lowered her foot on his still throbbing cock and put some of her weight on it, squishing it between her soft sole and the floor. Drumdra gave a groan of pain and pleasure, but continued struggling, even if less ferociously. "Hmmmm, I love watching your resistance crumble.", Sheyla cooed. She used the knife to cut away his clothes, making sure to leave the occasional cut in his skin. "Such a strong body, I will treasure you once you are truly mine.", she said, placing one finger under his chin and gently raising his head to meet his eyes. "I will never be yours.", Drumdra growled, "Savour your hollow victory, witch, but don't think I will ever submit to you!".

Sheyla let go of his chin and started rubbing her foot along the slick length of his cock. Drumdra keeled over, but forbid himself from moaning. "You will submit. Before long you will find yourself craving me, needing me. My touch, my presence, it will be all you can think of. By the end of it you will worship me willingly, as my broken little slave.", as she said the last word, it appeared on the metal collar around his neck. She pulled back her foot, "I will leave you to enjoy watching your creation live the lives of cursed slaves. Who knows, maybe you will find some enjoyment in it. I will visit you often, slave~". With a wave of her hand, dozens more chains broke through the wooden walls and ceiling, attaching themselves to the shackles and then pulling tight. Drumdra found himself in a bent over kneeling position with his arms pulled straight back, completely immobilized. He could only see the floor beneath him, until Sheylas foot entered his fiel of view. It was covered in her saliva and his pre-cum and she presented it to him. "Lick it clean, slave.", she said again in that whisper that pierced directly into his mind. For a moment he was moved to obey her, but he shook away the foreign thought. "I would rather die, witch!", he growled. Sheyla pulled her foot back, "Truth be told, I would have been disappointed if it had been THAT easy, but don't worry, I will break you soon enough.". She then smeared the fluids on her foot on the floor right beneath his face where they formed a little puddle. Her magic formed it into a clear surface and then the image of a mine appeared. "Enjoy watching what remains of the brave Ironhide tribe.".

Her cackling seemed to endlessly echo through the room long after she had left. Drumdra fought the chains until he collapsed into their grip from exhaustion. His eyes wandered to the puddle and he felt his heart sink, his children were in such despair, all because of their pathetic god.