Blood had always been Kaedric's first memory and last sacrament. Tonight would be no different. The city of Veilshadi, once a beacon of elven purity and magic, was now a playground for his dark desires. The air was thick with the scent of burning flesh and the cries of the dying. Kaedric stood atop the highest tower, his black hair whipping in the wind, his crimson eyes reflecting the inferno below. He was a vision of brutal dominance, his muscular frame clad in tattered leather and steel, adorned with the blood of his enemies.
Below him, his demons ravaged the city, their twisted forms moving with a sickening grace as they tore through the elven defenders. The streets ran red with blood, and the once-pristine temples were desecrated, their holy grounds stained with the fluids of rape and death. Kaedric's cock throbbed with anticipation as he watched the chaos unfold. Tonight, he would claim his first trophy of this conquest—a highborn elven priestess named Lythriel.
Kaedric turned his attention to the priestess bound and gagged before him. Her silver-blue skin was marred by bruises, and her glowing white eyes were wide with terror. He grabbed her by the throat, feeling her pulse quicken under his touch. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a low growl. "But you're about to learn what it means to serve a real master."
He forced her to her knees, his grip tightening as she struggled for breath. "Beg for it, bitch," he commanded, his free hand unbuckling his belt. "Beg for my cock."
Lythriel's eyes flashed with defiance, but Kaedric saw the flicker of fear beneath. He smiled, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. "That's right," he whispered, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Fear me. Worship me. Because tonight, you will know the true meaning of power."
He pushed her head down, forcing her to take his length into her mouth. She gagged, her body trembling as he began to move, fucking her face with brutal strokes. The city's screams mingled with her choked cries, creating a symphony of agony and ecstasy that sent shivers down Kaedric's spine.
"Good girl," he panted, his hips moving faster. "Take it all. Show me how much you want it."
Below them, the demons continued their orgy of violence, raping and mutilating the elven priestesses on their own altars. The sight only served to fuel Kaedric's lust, his body tensing as he neared his climax. With a final, savage thrust, he came, his seed spilling into Lythriel's throat as she fought to breathe.
Kaedric pulled out, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched her collapse, gasping for air. "That was just the beginning, my dear," he said, tucking himself back into his pants. "Tonight, you will learn what it means to be mine."
He turned his gaze back to the city, his demons' work nearly complete. The elven resistance was all but broken, and the survivors were either dead or captured. It was time to claim his prize and begin his dark dynasty.
"Let's go, bitch," Kaedric said, grabbing Lythriel by the hair and dragging her towards the stairs. "Your new life starts now."
Kaedric descended the tower, his grip on Lythriel's hair unwavering. She stumbled behind him, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tried to keep up. The city below was a vision of hell, the once-beautiful streets now clogged with the mutilated bodies of elven warriors and the moans of the captured. His demons moved among the ruins, their eyes glowing with malice as they continued to violate and torture their prisoners.
He dragged Lythriel through the chaos, her bare feet cutting on the shattered cobblestones. She winced with each step, but Kaedric felt no pity. This was her world now—a world of pain and submission. He pushed her towards a nearby temple, its doors torn off their hinges and lying in splinters on the ground. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of blood and sex, the altar desecrated with the fluids of rape.
"On your knees, whore," Kaedric commanded, shoving her towards the altar. Lythriel fell to the ground, her hands catching her fall as she knelt before the defiled sacred space. He circled her like a predator, his eyes roaming over her body with a mix of lust and cruelty. "You will watch, and you will learn. This is your new purpose."
He signaled to one of his demons, a hulking beast with horns and claws, its skin a sickly green. It dragged forward a young elven maiden, her eyes wide with terror as she struggled against its grip. The demon threw her onto the altar, her body bouncing off the cold stone. Kaedric smiled, his cock already hardening at the sight.
"Fuck her," he ordered the demon, his voice a low growl. "Show her what real power feels like."
The demon complied, its massive form looming over the elven maiden as it tore at her clothes. She screamed, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears as the demon began to violate her. Kaedric watched, his hand stroking his length through his pants as he took in the sight of her tears and the blood seeping from her torn flesh.
Lythriel turned her head, trying to look away, but Kaedric grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to watch. "Eyes on the prize, bitch," he snarled. "This is your future. You will bear my children, and you will do so with honor."
The demon's grunts of pleasure filled the air as it continued to ravage the elven maiden. Kaedric could feel his own climax building, his body tensing with anticipation. He released his cock, stroking it in time with the demon's thrusts, his eyes locked on the scene of degradation before him.
"Come for me, whore," he panted, his voice a low growl. "Show me how much you want it."
The elven maiden's screams reached a fever pitch, her body convulsing as the demon found its release. Kaedric followed suit, his seed spilling onto the altar as he marked his territory. He turned to Lythriel, a cruel smile on his lips as he saw the horror in her eyes.
"Your turn, priestess," he said, his voice a low growl. "It's time to make this official."
Kaedric grabbed Lythriel by the throat, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he forced her to her feet. Her eyes were wide with terror, her body trembling as she realized what was coming. He pushed her towards the altar, her back arching as he bent her over the cold, blood-slick stone. The scent of copper and sex filled the air, a heady mix that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.
"Beg for it," he whispered, his voice a low growl in her ear. "Beg for my cock, and maybe I'll go easy on you."
Lythriel's lips parted, but no words came out. Kaedric smiled, knowing that her silence was a form of defiance he could break. He reached down, his hand gripping his length as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was tight, her body resisting the intrusion as he began to push inside.
"Fight it all you want, bitch," he panted, his hips moving with a slow, deliberate pace. "But you're mine now. Every inch of you belongs to me."
Lythriel's breaths came in short, sharp gasps, her nails digging into the altar as she tried to hold on to some semblance of control. Kaedric could feel her body tensing, her inner muscles clenching around him as he moved deeper. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear as he whispered, "That's it. Feel me. Know that this is your new reality."
He began to move faster, his hips slapping against her ass as he took her with brutal strokes. The altar shook with the force of his thrusts, the stone groaning under the weight of their bodies. Lythriel's moans filled the air, a mix of pain and pleasure that only served to fuel Kaedric's lust.
"You're mine, Lythriel," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Every fucking inch of you is mine."
He reached around, his hand finding her clit as he began to rub her in time with his thrusts. She bucked against him, her body betraying her as she began to meet his movements. Kaedric smiled, knowing that he had her right where he wanted her.
"Come for me, whore," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Show me how much you want this cock."
Lythriel's body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around him as she reached her climax. Kaedric felt his own release building, his balls tightening as he prepared to spill his seed. With a final, savage thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his essence.
He stayed inside her, his body trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm as he leaned down, his forehead resting against her back. "That's just the beginning, my dear," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Tonight, you will know the true meaning of power."
As he pulled out, he turned her around, forcing her to look into his crimson eyes. "You are mine, Lythriel. And together, we will build an empire."
Below them, the city continued to burn, the screams of the dying and the moans of the violated creating a symphony of chaos. Kaedric smiled, knowing that this was just the start of his dark reign. With Lythriel by his side, he would conquer all, building a harem of powerful women to strengthen his bloodline and ensure his legacy.
Kaedric stepped back, his breath ragged as he took in the sight of Lythriel, her body glistening with sweat and blood, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and something else—something that made his cock twitch with anticipation. He knew that look; it was the beginning of submission, the first crack in her defiance.
"Get up," he commanded, his voice firm but gentle enough to mask the underlying cruelty. Lythriel slowly rose, her body trembling as she stood before him, naked and vulnerable. He circled her like a predator, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body, committing it to memory. "You are mine now, Lythriel. Every part of you belongs to me."
He signaled to one of his demons, a smaller, more agile creature with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes. It approached, its movements fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to the brutish nature of its brethren. "This is Nyx," Kaedric said, gesturing to the demon. "She will be your guide, your guardian, and your tormentor. She will ensure that you do not forget your place."
Nyx smiled, her teeth sharp and menacing, and Lythriel flinched, taking a step back. Kaedric grabbed her by the arm, pulling her close. "Do not fear her, Lythriel. Fear me. Nyx is merely an extension of my will."
He turned to Nyx, his voice a low growl. "Take her to the chamber and prepare her. I want her clean and ready for me when I return."
Nyx nodded, her eyes never leaving Lythriel's as she reached out, her claws gently tracing the elven priestess's arm. Lythriel shivered, her body responding to the touch despite her fear. Kaedric smiled, knowing that the demon's touch would leave its mark, both physically and mentally.
As Nyx led Lythriel away, Kaedric turned his attention back to the city. The fires were dying down, the screams of the dying replaced by the moans of the captured. He walked through the streets, his boots crunching on broken glass and shattered dreams, taking in the devastation he had wrought.
His demons had done well, leaving no stone unturned in their quest for domination. The elven priestesses were either dead or captured, their bodies used and discarded like common whores. Kaedric felt a surge of pride, knowing that this was just the beginning of his reign. With Lythriel and the others, he would build an empire unlike any other, a dynasty of power and pleasure.
He entered one of the remaining intact temples, its walls adorned with ancient runes and symbols of elven magic. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sex, the altar desecrated with the fluids of rape. He approached the altar, his eyes falling on the body of a young elven maiden, her eyes glazed over in death, her body mutilated beyond recognition.
Kaedric reached out, his fingers tracing the runes on the altar, feeling the pulse of dark magic beneath his touch. He closed his eyes, his mind reaching out to the essence of the city, feeling the remnants of its power. With a surge of his will, he channeled the dark energy, using it to fuel his own magic.
The altar began to glow, the runes pulsing with a dark light as Kaedric's power surged through them. He felt a connection, a link to the city and its people, a link that would allow him to control them, to bend them to his will. With this power, he would ensure that Veilshadi would never rise again, that its people would serve him and him alone.
As the magic settled, Kaedric opened his eyes, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "This is just the beginning, Veilshadi," he whispered, his voice echoing through the empty temple. "Your people will know my name, and they will fear it. They will serve me, and they will worship me. For I am Kaedric Bloodthorne, and I am their god."
With that, he turned and left the temple, his mind already focused on the next phase of his plan. Lythriel awaited, and with her, he would begin to build his dark dynasty, a harem of powerful women who would bear his children and ensure his legacy.
Kaedric made his way back to the chamber where Lythriel was being prepared. The chamber was a large, circular room with high ceilings and walls adorned with dark tapestries depicting scenes of conquest and domination. A massive four-poster bed dominated the space, its posts carved with intricate runes that glowed with a sinister light. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something more primal, a mix of fear and anticipation that sent a shiver of excitement down his spine.
He pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to Lythriel. She was kneeling on the floor, her body clean and her hair brushed until it shone. Nyx stood behind her, a cruel smile on her face as she held a length of rope, ready to bind her captive. Lythriel's eyes were downcast, her body trembling slightly, but there was a newfound stillness about her, a resignation that Kaedric found deeply satisfying.
"Leave us," he commanded Nyx, his voice firm but gentle. The demon nodded, her eyes flicking to Lythriel one last time before she retreated, leaving them alone.
Kaedric approached Lythriel, circling her like a predator assessing its prey. "You look... acceptable," he said, his voice a low growl. "But you are far from ready. Tonight, you will learn what it means to serve a true master."
He reached out, his hand cupping her chin as he forced her to look up at him. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated with a mix of fear and something else—something that made his cock twitch with anticipation. "You will bear my children, Lythriel. You will be the mother of my heirs, and together, we will build an empire unlike any other."
He released her, his hand moving to his belt as he began to unbuckle it. Lythriel's eyes followed his movements, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Kaedric smiled, knowing that he had her right where he wanted her—broken, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.
"Stand up," he commanded, his voice a low growl. Lythriel complied, her body trembling as she rose to her feet. Kaedric grabbed her by the hips, pulling her close as he kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth with a brutal, demanding passion. She moaned, her body melting against his as she surrendered to his touch.
He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked into her eyes. "This is just the beginning, Lythriel. Tonight, you will know the true meaning of power."
With that, he lifted her, carrying her to the bed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He laid her down gently, his body covering hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was wet, her body ready for him despite the fear in her eyes.
"Look at me, Lythriel," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "See the man who will be your god, your master, and the father of your children."
He pushed inside her, her body welcoming him with a tight, wet heat that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. He began to move, his hips thrusting with a slow, deliberate pace as he took her, claiming her as his own. Lythriel moaned, her nails digging into his back as she met his movements, her body betraying her as she surrendered to the pleasure.
"That's it," he panted, his voice a low growl. "Feel me. Know that this is your new reality."
He increased his pace, his body slamming into hers with brutal force as he took her with a ferocity that left them both breathless. Lythriel's moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure and pain that only served to fuel his lust. He could feel his climax building, his balls tightening as he prepared to spill his seed.
With a final, savage thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his essence. He stayed inside her, his body trembling with the aftermath of his orgasm as he leaned down, his forehead resting against hers. "That's just the beginning, my dear," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Tonight, you will know the true meaning of power. And tomorrow, we will begin to build our empire."
As they lay there, their bodies entwined, Kaedric knew that this was just the start of his dark reign. With Lythriel by his side, he would conquer all, building a harem of powerful women to strengthen his bloodline and ensure his legacy. The city of Veilshadi was but the first step in his grand design, and he would stop at nothing to see it through.