Dark Elven Whores

A forgotten god sits upon an amber throne. Within these halls no one knows the significance of the statue, even the god's name. It sits there, covered in dust, ignored. Silent witness to the former temple's fall and rise as... something else.

An eternity and everyone underground has forgotten the curse. Once a thriving country in the hollows of the earth. Even surface dwellers talked of the land in reverence. Golden chambers, jeweled armor, grand libraries gathering tablets covering any subject. They were practically seen as gods to humans barely making harvest. Yet with that kind of grandiose life came pride.

Never had the elves claimed they were better. Might have thought it. Never said it. That changed with a mage that thought he knew better. A backfired spell caused what happened next. The mage, long forgotten, had assembled a charm spell. Make himself more charismatic.

What it did was drive the men of the dark elves into a lust driven frenzy. The effects were immediate across the whole underground nation. Every elf male began tearing at their clothes, the heat overwhelming. Dark brown skin was flushed. To say nothing of the blue skinned nobles. It was an overwhelming desire that could not be ignored or ever go away.

For the record, the elf mage who started this was bred for centuries. No one remembered his name but they knew his ass could take cock. Around a couple of years the gods above noticed a lack of offerings. They decided to peer down upon their subjects. What they saw stunned even them.

The fabulous golden cities was a writhing populous of dark flesh. Men could not keep from fucking and sucking each other relentlessly. That was when the gods abandoned their own out of disgust. Also when the dark elves became their own gods.

The current dark elf is product of eons of burning lust. Already women were rare. That curse made it so each elf was sterile. As an attempt to kill them out and start again. They had not accounted for the elven magics covering that. Eventually artificial wombs were made. As long lived as elves were, they were not immortal. If no one continued the party, would that not be tragedy. In fact, the massive nation wide orgy was now seen as a religious obligation. Breaking it was taboo. For the cock was everything. What grander and yet simplest cause was there?

Generations of magic tampering had made the perfect dark elf. To them. Nice juicy bubble butt, thick girthy cock and balls, slender almost girlish frames, perfect cock sucking lips, an anus trained wholly as a sex organ. In fact their diet was sex. Gone were the pretenses of food, thanks to their corrupted magic. After popping out of the wombs fully mature these elves were ready for their calling.

No dark elves exemplified perfection of their life like the Incubi. Royals amongst the kingdom. They were everything the elves stood for. Blueish grey skin, a holdover of the upper class from their origins, was often splattered with cum. White hair was a constant, unlike the range of hair the regular dark elves had. An Incubus was a grand sight, one that honored any dark elf. To say nothing of sex with them.

Deep in this cavernous fallen kingdom, a testament to debauchery, adventure is plentiful. Magic and corruption hang in the air. The smell of sweat and sex everywhere. Moans and screams freely join together like a choir. Down here, anything can happen.