Overlord: The Craft of War
By Silverscale
Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord or anything else copyrighted or already made, I am just developing a story.
WARNING: This story contains mature and sexual material, not into it? THEN DON'T READ IT! I am not responsible if you choose to ignore this warning. Also, there's no Yaoi in this story, nor will I ever write it.
A/N: I have been unable to find inspiration for some of my other fics these last couple of years, but I am not giving up, so I am writing this original Overlord story, without any crossover materials from the start, and will try to awaken my spark of inspiration again. I am also working on some other fics but I am focusing on this one at the moment.
PS: The one lemon scene in this chapter has been labeled with a secondary warning, there won't be anymore secondary warnings after this chapter, only the warning labeled here will be shown on each chapter.
Chapter One: The Cunning of the Smith
It was the peaceful village of Jarngard, a small mountain village located in a valley held in the middle of a valley in the White Mountains, the only paths connecting the lonesome village were two small roads leading through two tall ravines, to the south the path lead to the lands where the Paladin King Alcatraz ruled from his castle of Heaven's Peak, while he split out the lands between his lords and the magical races to ensure stability and equality amongst them all. But for the last seven years have no one heard a word from the Mystic Lands, those few who left to explore never returned.
To the north lies the road to the frozen tundras of the Northlands, of which the town known as Nordberg lies as the capital since the cities of the dwarves was destroyed in the ancient times during their war with the elves, even their capital known as the Mountain Citadel. The trade with Nordberg was the small village's only source of outside information, and the way the told about the Glorious Empire lead by Emperor Solarious enslaving all magical creatures had them frightened, you see, the people of Jarngard were all magical creatures, dark or light, were living peacefully together in their mountain home.
One of these people was a hybrid, a rare find even among this haven of magical creatures, his father had been half ogre and half orc while his mother had been a dark elf. He was one fourth ogre and orc and half dark elf, his name is Ragnos Scorchmaul. His mother had been an escaped slave from the Underdark, she meet his father who was hunting in the mountains a she staggered through the southern passage. She died from a sickness when Ragnos was twenty, his father soon following in a hunting accident when he was thirty, being half elf he aged very slowly.
His father taught him everything he knew about the forge, crafting, inventing, gears, fighting and other things. While his mother taught him knowledge of many modern sciences, poisons, magic and much more, while he had talent and power in the ways of magic could he not really use it with control, one time when he tried a simple light spell he caused a light that blinded him for a week. He simply had too much power to not overpower his spells.
Being born a hybrid of orc and ogre was he tall, nine point eight feet tall in fact, his body built with sleek athletic muscles that made him look like a mountain of muscles, hiding the fact that they didn't slow down his dexterity one bit. His elven heritage gave him black skin, his eyes red as blood, pointed ears and a beautiful handsome face that looked like something of an elven Adonis. He always wear a dark brown protection apron and leather gloves, keeping his torso without a shirt and his legs covered by dark brown leather trousers that fit him tightly, which delighted most of the women.
Ragnos was not just the smith of Jarngard, he was also the one to take care of the damaged goods of the locals, because of his looks and physical built had he gotten to know all the women of the village, very well. He had also built several inventions and defenses for the village in case of emergencies, and with the news from a fleeing man from Nordberg it became clear that they would be needed soon.
The Empire was invading the Northlands and had taken over Nordberg, it wouldn't be long before they came to Jarngard, Ragnos and the Elder of the village made plans for the people to escape when the empire came, they had to move into the Mystic Lands as not even the Empire would dare to set foot in such a magical land. That had been a week ago and now there were news of Empire troops marching through the northern path, Ragnos woke up that morning to the sound of a young elven sheepherder coming running through the village, shouting on the top of his lungs. "The Empire is coming!"
It was a rush from then on, Ragnos got up from his hammock, he gathered the armor he had been preparing for himself for the last months and donned it. It was black, shaped after his large body, lined with dark brass edges, a tri horned helmet that looked like a demon skull was placed on to pof his head and over his shoulder he strapped a large leather strap holding a crude, but effective, maul, a war hammer.
Stomping out of his forge Ragnos shouted out to the villagers, his voice tearing their panic apart like a thunder storm. "GO TO THE SOUTHERN PATH! WE ARE TO FLEE TO THE SOUTHERN PATH INTO THE MYSTIC LANDS! THE ELDER AND I HAVE PREPARED WAGONS FOR US ALL; GATHER YOUR BELONGINGS, FOOD, WATER AND OTHER NEEDED THINGS! BUT DO IT FAST!"
Ragnos took command and had the villagers put their things to the wagons, unicorns gathered from the nearby glades willing to drag them, the villagers evacuated their small community within the following hour, their meager possessions on the wooden wagons. As they reached the large stone bridge connecting the valley to the southern path over shaft deep river Ragnos had the villagers get over it. "Elder you know what to do once you all are across." He muttered to the elder who accepted a small fire cracker, the armored man then looked bac kat the village as the last wagon rode over, there were no more people left, good.
Grasping his warhammer he swung the big maul and it struck the support pillar of the bridge, which collapsed by the strike, the villagers tried to reason with him but he would have nothing off it. He had wanted a decent battle since he hit puberty. He was part orc, ogre and dark elf, he was breed for war and he would live through this first battle, and win it. The elder understood his reasonings and as he made the shaken villagers move down the path he threw the fire cracker Ragnos had given hi mat a barrel before running after them, then a large explosion occurred as the barrel of gunpowder exploded, causing a rock slide t hat blocked the southern path.
"Now that that's out of the way." Ragnos turned towards the village and smirked beneath his horned helmet, his red eyes glowing beneath the visor, and he moved back to the village, his plan for the battle already done.
Meanwhile at the Northern Passage
The forces of the Empire came marching merely ten minutes after he reached the village center, it was ten squads of Legionaries lead by five Centurions, along with them came two squads of archers and one general. Though the general in question was a woman, an Amazonian woman to be precise, her name was Verna Stormarrow, an Amazon who had won favors in the Empire when she convinced her mother, the Amazon Queen, to swear allegiances to Emperor Solarious and for her skills as a warrior and strategist.
She stood at an impressive height of 6'5", her body toned but not muscular, her cherry red hair tied in a ponytail, her bronze colored amazonian skin glistering like metal from the herbal oils she has rubbed into it. Her golden breast plate strapped tightly against her large firm Triple E sized knockers. A red loincloth with golden edges covering her pelvis showing off her wide hips, completing her hourglass figure. Golden plated greaves covered her toned legs, plated sandals on her feet, thigh high leather socks protecting her smooth skin. She had similar greave like plates strapped to her arms, though her hands were covered by metal gauntlets and she had elbow high gloves beneath it, the same type as her thigh high socks.
A red combed officer helmet resting on top of her smooth beautiful face, her clear green eyes and red lips seen clearly, though her eyes carries a deep darkness, showing that even if she was a beautiful woman was her heart black and rotten. Strapped to her left arm was a large circle shaped wooden shield with a golden circle in the middle, three jagged arrow heads pointing outwards in a triangle like formation from the circle. And in her right hand she held a large metal spear with a golden tip surrounded by a cold silver blue flame.
As the general looked over her army as it began to gather up in their formations for the assault of the village came a centurion running from the front line, his big bellied lubber body covered by thick bronze armor, sweating heavily from the short sprinting. He knelled before the general as she stood on her Scythed Chariot, the wooden war wagon decorated in the colors of red and gold, a single three feet long golden scythe blade sticking out of the middle of each wheels, two large white unicorns tied to the reigns.
"General! We have received reports from some of the scouts, the village may seem deserted but they have seen shapes moving about inside it, they must be preparing an ambush or perhaps just hoping for us to leave if we think there's nothing there."
The woman smirked and raised her spear and pointed it at the village, a cruel glint in her eyes. "Have the First, Second, Ninth and Tenth divisions saddle up on horses, we shall run this village to the ground! We will not even leave a corpse for the ravens to feast on!"
"As you command General!" The Centurion saluted to his commander and then moved to his fellow officers and told them their new orders and they in turn began to bark them out at the Legionaries.
"Get those horses ready! Look lively look lively! Let's see those backbones!" After fifteen minutes had the four division, each consisting of twenty five soldiers, gotten onto horseback and rode towards the village, the hooves of the horses echoing the soldier's war cries filling the valley as one hundred horsemen rode towards the village. "FOR THE EMPIRE!"
Meanwhile in the Village
From his seat in the large stone watch tower with a binocular in hand Ragnos smirked at the fools as the charged towards the village, he had been waiting for this, grasping a lever in the watchtower he waited for the right moment until he suddenly jerked it down. The effect of his action was instant, soft sand like soil was pushed aside as a large line of hundreds of massive wooden pikes flipped up, the first riders got skewered like boards on the pikes. The rest broke into a wild panic, their horses neighing in disobedience, throwing off riders and trampling them to death to escape the wall of death in front of them. The four divisions considering of a total of one hundred horse riders were reduced to a mere thirty horses and ten men, in an instance.
With the Imperial Troops
The legionaries were shocked at this turnabout, the horsemen of General Verna was famous for their skills in mounted combat and fighting against the odds. And yet here had they not even meet a single soldier, instead they had fallen to a trap that broke the hardened veterans apart in an instance, it was clear, the soldiers were starting to lose moral, whatever was in the village, to make such cunning defenses against the greatest of the Empire Military, it was frightening them.
While it frightened the simple soldiers were Centurions and the General furious at this turn about. Verna turned towards her two divisions of archers and barked out new orders, he face just as beautiful even with the furious look on it. "Archers move to the front! Burn that village to the ground!" The archers moved to the front and drew up their arrows, lighting them into braziers of burning oil, and took aim for the village.
But before they could fire was a loud wooden thong heard from the village and two large boulders flew out from the village and splattered the archers like ants beneath their massive weight. The general's eyes widened at what she saw. "Those savages have catapults!" The soldiers were getting even more worried by these news, and they shook in fear as they heard the creaking of wood bending, dreading the next salvo from the catapults.
With Ragnos
There wouldn't be a second salvo, Ragnos had not built catapults, he had built two massive slings using four large oaks in the middle of the village square, the trees could only handle one salvo, now he was quickly removing the hard leather he had used for the slings and moved quickly to the next position, he needed to be quick on his feet and quick in his mind.
With Verna
The General glared at the tiny village defying her the right to crush it, she then drew the reigns of her unicorns and barked to the centurions. "Gather up all the forces! We will move in and crush that village in a march of death! I shall lead the charge to victory! Once you reach the village I will have the leader's head on my spear!" She then hiyaed and whipped the reigns, her chariot bursting towards the village while her ten Centurions and remaining six divisions moved on with their orders.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The army cheered and began their slow march towards the village, not noticing a suspicious looking barrel lodged in the side of the mountain valley's northern passage's wall, a long fuse slowly growing shorter.
At the Village
Ragnos smirked at the sight, he was ready for this, this would be it! His first and greatest battle. Pulling the remaining levers he leaped off the watchtower and watched with a satisfied smirk as burning arrows was fired from a collection of crossbows, raining upon the approaching soldiers, but it was not aimed for the soldiers, no, these arrows were aimed for something else.
He waited for the right moment, he had seen the general charge for the village ahead of the army, and he could clearly hear her chariot coming towards it, he waited, patiently. Then as he heard the chariot come riding towards his location he timed it perfectly before he swung with all his might, and smirked in satisfaction as two equine heads were beheaded in one swift blow, the scythe blades of the chariot only nicking his plate leggings.
The chariot rode past him for twenty feet before the horses bodies stopped running and just stood still before falling over, pulling the chariot over to its side, making the general fall off it in the process. Ragnos was most surprised to see that the general was a woman, and such a good looking one at that, but when he saw her eyes he knew she was a proper example of the Empire, shining and golden on the outside, but black and rotten in the inside. He drew his axe and walked calmly towards the general, holding his large weapon, the silver blood of the unicorns sliding over the edge.
Verna rolled onto her feet as she found herself falling off her chariot, her two unicorns suddenly without heads startling her badly. She looked at the large black armored figure in front of her, he was huge, the tallest being she had ever seen, even larger then the famous Gargantuans of the Arena Games. "So you are one of those daring to defy the Empire?" She stated with a glare as she spun her spear around, leaving a trail of cold blue flames with the arch of the spear's fire enchanted metal tip. "Where is your leader! I shall bring his head for my men to spit on!"
But to her surprise the armored giant chuckled, before he laughed in a wicked manner, his black plated armor clattering as his body shook with dark laughter. He then took a deep breathe and spoke, his glowing eyes burrowing into her, she could practically see the smirk beneath the shadows and metal covering his face. "There is nobody else but me General, I, alone, stand here to fight your army."
She sputtered, her eyes widening in shock at the man who stated that the death of nearly half her forces had been done by the hands of a single person! It was preposterous! And yet she couldn't see any other possibility as the village was empty, not even dogs, chickens or even broken tools remained. "Then I will have YOUR head I, Verna Stormarrow, shall bring to my men!" She leaped forward, her spear pushed forward in a straight thrust, the flames warped around the spearhead exploded into a small yet of ice blue flames. Leaping out of the range of the attack Ragnos chuckled and swung his axe, the blade striking against the round shield of the, making a deep gash in the metal, while the force of the blow sent her body flying.
"For an Empire who detests magic does that spear look very magical to me." Ragnos commented before he rushed forward, his axe swung down wards, the amazonian rolled out of the way, staring in shock as the axe sunk into the ground and caused a small fissure to shape, at least six feet deep, the strength of the man was incredible. A smirk grew on her lips, this battle, it was exciting! She had never faced such a strong and intelligent opponent and as a true amazon she never backed down from a challenge!
"This spear, Frostfyre, was given to me by Emperor Solarius as a show of thrust between the Amazons and the Empire! It's not magic! It's his divine blessing that powers it! HIYAAAA!" She attacked with rapid thrusts at the man, her spear nicking some small pieces of his heavy armor, but she grew frustrated as the ice cold flames didn't even leave a frostbite in the black plates. Then suddenly a large hand slammed into her side and she was thrown to the ground again, batted aside like an insect.
"It's a good thing that I forged this armor from the bones of a frost giant, neither ice nor fire can melt these plates!" Ragnos then leaped forward and swung his axe, the Amazon lifted up her shield and the axe split halfway through the upper edge of the round metal before it stopped. Jerking out his axe from the heavily damaged shield, he then got a sandal covered heel kick into his breast plate and was forced back as the strong woman put her entire body weight behind the kick, which was strong even if she was not the heaviest of people.
The two fought, but it was clear the Ragnos was the superior of the two, after five minutes had Verna lost her shield, her armor was thorn, the breastplate covering her torso was badly nicked, looking more like scrap metal, the cloth beneath it sliced by the edge that got through, showing some of the skin of her large breasts.
With a final swung of his arm Ragnos punched the General in the stomach as she tried to stab him and she collapsed over his fist like a broken doll, exhausted and beaten. Taking her over his shoulder and grabbing her spear after strapping his axe to his back, Ragnos turned around and saw the army coming into the village and rushed towards the watch tower. Climbing to the top with the general over his shoulder he stood tall on the top of the tower and looked down at the army as they filled the village, the Centurions leading them to surround the tower and rescue Verna.
"You have no where to run you savage barbarian! If you give up yourself willingly and return the general we will make you one of the high attractions of the Arena Games!" One of the fat Centurions barked out in a snobbish and arrogant voice. But he got a stupid look on his pudgy face when Ragnos began to laugh, or rather, cackle, in a loud evil manner which hechoed over the entire valley. As he recovered from his laughter he shouted out to the army officers.
"Can you tell me 'oh glorious Imperials'! What is it that ALL living things need to live!" The soldiers and their officers looked at one another in confusion, while Verna who had a perfect view of the entire valley saw what he meant and gasped out in horror. "Oh...No..."
The warrior looked at the confused Officers as they tried to figure out what it was what he meant, and felt disgust at their ignorance. "THEY NEED FOOD AND WATER YOU PUDGY FACED PIGS!" Sputtering at the insulting words the Centurions was about to bark orders when the warrior point at the path the army had come from. "This alley has been my home for my entire life! I know all its secrets! All it's NUTRITIONS! And I know all its ROADS!" Suddenly there was a loud explosion from the northern passage and the Imperial soldiers looked in horror as the path back to the Northland was blocked with tons of stone, cutting them off from their supplies on the other side of the passage. And that's when they finally saw what Verna had seen, and they paled, the entire valley was burning, everything was turning into a black wasteland of ash deserts and scorched soils.
"YES! I have set fire to all the fields! All the forests! All the remaining animals! The stones from the passages will also block the underground rivers providing water for the fresh springs! You are trapped in here! And you will DIE HERE! Starvation, dehydration, diseases, cannibalism or suicide! Even if the passage is attempted to be cleared will it take at least a year to do so and by then you will all be rotting corpses! I HAVE WON! I HAVE DEFEATED YOU! A SINGLE WARRIOR HAS DEFEATED AN ARMY OF A THOUSAND STRONG! I AM RAGNOS SCORCHMAUL! THE ONE WHO HAS SEALED YOUR FATES! I AM VICTORIOUS AND YOU ARE DEAD! YOU'VE JUST NOT REALIZED IT UNTIL NOW!" The soldiers stared in horror at the large man as he laughed out in evil cackles, the soldiers were breaking out into riots, their screams of horror filling them as they realized their fates. Verna felt tears of despair slide down her cheek, she and her army had been utterly defeated, humiliated, toyed with and destroyed, by, a, single, man.
"We might die but so will you!" One of the Centurions shouted out, trying to get at least some small satisfaction of victory over the man who had defeated them.
"Nope! I won't! Fare well oh glorious Imperials! Enjoy your life! It's going to be a short one! Hahahaha!" The warrior then tugged a rope on the watch tower and suddenly the watchtower, filled with explosives in the basement, caused a spiraling fire to rush up the spiral shaped stone staircase, and then the metal roof exploded into the air, a pillar of fire sending it flying into the sky before the tower collapsed. With the force of the explosion Ragnos had himself, and Verna, thrown out of the valley, towards the south, and the Mystic Lands, leaving the Imperial soldiers to their fates.
With ROWTA (Ragnos' One Way Trip Airlines)
The once proud and undefeated general had lost conscious as the tower exploded, Ragnos had planned this with the calculations of his armor protecting him from the landing, he wasn't sure if Verna would survive, but he hoped so, he had yet to claim her as his property, as the rules of war says, to the Victor goes the Spoils of War!
As they flew through the air Ragnos adjusted his body so that his armor would take the majority of the blow once he hit the ground, except that he didn't hit the ground. As he had no knowledge of the Mystic Lands had he not known about the large structure just ahead of him.
It was a ruined fortress that stood like a ghastly reminder of an ancient path, its towers and spires lined with broken decorations, defenses and the likes. It had large, though broken, stone walls surrounding its large courtyard, eight barely standing guard towers lining out of the wall's still standing segments, a large gate with no doors the only real thing not damaged in the wall. And Ragnos wounded up crashing through a wall, his armor cracking from the force of the landing, and rolled through a dust covered room until he stopped in the middle of a strange circle on a stone table, his helmet covered head lying among strange dark brown glowing shards, the unconscious Verna lying on her back in a puddle of old rain water.
The shards began to glow and slowly began to meld into the helmet on Ragnos' head, some of them even melding into his skin as his once proud frost giant bone armor was shattered, leaving him with only the helmet intact and his body only dressed in a plain brown loincloth. The shards of his armor melted into the shards that didn't meld into his armor or skin, melting into the circle he laid upon, hardening into a symbol, even though covered by Ragnos' body, was clear to be seen. It was an ogre skull with large tusks and three horns sticking out of its forehead, similar to Ragnos' helmet, with a large axe made out of burning brimstone standing behind it.
The Following Morning (aka: Eighteen Hours Later)
Groaning to himself as he staggered to his feet Ragnos looked around the unfamiliar room he had found himself in, it was covered in dust, shaped like some kind of large meeting hall, there was a straight staircase leading down into the deeper parts of the castle. The room he was standing in was circle shaped, the ceiling cracked with faded paintings on it, there was a big hole in the northern wall, looked awfully fresh. In the middle of the room was there was a large stone table with at least fifty stone chairs surrounding it, there were five open windows around the circle shaped chamber, clearly there was once glass in them but that was a long time ago.
The area he was lying on was a circle in the middle of the stone table, the symbol looked pretty neat in his mind, but the glowing purple light emitting from the circle was strange, and the way the glow made his body tingle was a bit odd.
He then spotted Verna lying on the floor in the middle of a puddle of rain water, he took notice of his near nude body and figured that he might as well stake his claim. Pulling off his helmet and placing it by the circle the warrior got off the table, his sturdy body completely healed from his rest. He didn't bother in finding out where he was, he had a slave to claim, the dark creature blood flowing in his veins pumping out the adrenaline to his body as his nostrils flared, gathering up the scent of the unconscious woman before he went to work.
(Warning: Rape Lemon, SKIP IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ)
Grasping the torn remains of her armor he removed the platings, taking his time to stroke his big hands over her skin, groping her body as he removed her armor. As he removed the last piece of metal, her helmet, he grabbed the red shirt she had worn beneath the breastplate and with a strong tug ripped the already damaged cloth apart, baring her large mounds to the world to see, jiggling in their full firmness from the force of the clothes being ripped off them.
A big black hand grasped the left mound and groped the large firm orb, making her large nipples grow into hard peaks, a watering mouth opened and warped around the tit flesh, sucking in not just the nipple and the areola but also getting a nice mouthful of herbal oiled breast into it as well. Verna gasped in her unconscious state as she felt the mouth suckle in her breast, a big rough tongue sliding over the nipple and rubbing all over the flesh of her breast, the areola especially sensitive, making her squirm as her body heated up to the ministration to her breast, her nipple hardening.
Releasing the big jug with a loud slurp Ragnos smacked his lips, the taste of the mammary being of an exotic kind he had never tasted before. Feeling his hunger grow he let his large fingers grasp the loincloth covering her pelvis and removed it from her body, leaving her only dressed in her leather gloves, leather socks and sandals. Lowering his hand to her pussy he began to rub the sensitive folds, sliding his big fingers over them, making the amazon moan out, her body arching in subconscious pleasure, grinding against his probing hand. Slowly sliding two fingers inside Ragnos pumps them knuckle deep and watches the amazon squirm and spasm beneath him, her large jugs jiggling and shaking as her sweet lips opens up in sweet gluttonous moans of ecstasy.
Removing his fingers from her slick hole he cleaned them off against her thighs before he stood up and lifted her onto the large table, kneeling between her thighs he pressed his face into her snatch, and the amazonian began to wake up, her body shaking with pleasurable jolts of enjoyment as she felt a big strong tongue fill her up. Her body was still weak from the defeat and landing so she was not able to move much, then it all came back to her as if a horrible nightmare, her eyes widened as she realized just who it was who had stripped her naked and was tasting her virgin folds.
"S-stop it! Y-you fu-fucking savage! U-unhand m-m-meeeeee!" Her last words became a shriek as she felt a finger push its way into her rear entrance and caused her to have a small orgasm on the spot. As she got down from her blissed state she panicked, using her weak hands and arm to try and push him away, but her hands could only clutch the man's white hair, not even able to pull him, only able to weakly grip his hair.
"Release meee you aaaah b-beast! Stop it! Stop it! Aaaah! Aaah! Agahaaaaaaauuugh!" Her last scream came out as a gurgle as her eyes rolled up into her skull as her body shook into a forced orgasm, her hips raising themselves by instinct to press against his face, to push him deeper, her weak fingers digging into his hair as hard as they could as she rode out her orgasm.
"Ah...ah... ah...s-stop it..." She panted out weakly as she laid there, her body heating up once again as his tongue kept licking her insides, making her heat up again, even quicker then she had now. Tears of shame slide down her red cheeks as they burned in humiliation, and they grew even redder as he removed himself from her juicy slit, making her moan out in protest, although without stating anything.
She glared at him as he towered over her, she had to admit that if he hadn't been an enemy or a magical creature she would have considered making him a slave and the one to take her virginity. "Unhand me you-!" Verna was unable to finish as she lost her voice when suddenly Ragnos pulled off his own loincloth and revealed his thick meaty phallus to her, her throat went dry, her cheeks flared red and paled white at the same time as she saw the big thing and her eyes grew fearful as she looked at the grinning man with his grinning monster, though she wasn't sure which was which. "No! You won't claim my maiden hood savage! Nobody claims an Amazon!" She screamed out in protest, trying to move her body, but found herself unable to move anything more then her arm, she tried to drag herself away from him with her weak hands but she only managed in rolling over on her front, baring her firm buttocks and wet holes to the horny man.
"Oh but I am my dear, you have been a very bad girl, and bad girls get punished." Ragnos pumped his hips forward and pushed his thickness into her virgin folds, not even bothering to pause to let her adjust, and just pumped away into her tight hole as she screamed bloody murder, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers echoed through the chamber.
"Aaaaaaah! No! Aah! Stop! Ah! Ah! You can't do-! Aaaah! -this to me! Ah!" Verna weakly struggled, unwilling to admit how her body was enjoying the big meaty tool filling it with pumping vigor, her virginity lost to a magical beast of a man who had claimed her instead of her claiming him, a most dishonorable thing in Amazon society. The sound and sensation of their flesh slapping against each other echoed through her head as she frantically fought to release herself from her tormentor.
Then suddenly a strong hand gripped her hair and pulled her upright, making her spine arch in a bow, until she felt his hot breathe over her ear, making pleasurable shivers run down her spine. "Tell me this Imperial bitch, just how many innocent lives have you killed, just how many children and babies have you denied the right to exist?" Ragnos growled into her ear, his other hand reaching up to one of her large breasts, squeezing the tender flesh of her nipple and areola between his thumb and index finger, making her whimper in pain as his squeezing fingers turn her nipple and areola dark red.
She tries to move away, weakly moving her arms as best as she can, her body so sore and tired from yesterday made it hard to keep herself moving, and his rough pounding into her wasn't going to let her recover faster. "Ah! Ah! I! I! Don't! Know! Aaaah! Please! I! Ah! Beg of you! Ah! Let me go! Ah! Who cares! Ah! About some! Ah! Freakish! Ah! Magic spawns! Ah! Aaaaiiiih!" At her last word she found herself with both her large beautiful breasts squeezed painfully but the big hands of Ragnos, his fingers digging into the firm large mammaries like they were dough, moving his hands and finger as if trying to squeeze milk out of them, using them to lift her body up from the table and have her bouncing against his thrusts, her body hanging limp. Thus letting her breasts get pulled on as he used them to bounce her against his pumping hips.
"Then your punishment is clear!" He roared as he ravaged her body, her pained screams and gasps filling the room. "You shall carry a child for every child you have had slain by your hands or by ordering it done! By my magic I put this curse of fertility upon you and may you learn your place!" Verna gasped in fear as she felt hot energy flow through is hands and into her sore breasts, making them tingle in a hot and erotic manner, while something similar was felt in her womb, she cried in fear trying to struggle free and her eyes widened as she felt his dick swell inside her. "Time to seal your punishment woman!"
"No! No stop it! Don't! I don't want a magic baby! Sto-!" Her protests ended as with one final thrust she felt white hot semen fill her womb, her mouth opening up I na silent scream as her body spasmed in orgasm from the seed filling her and the magic of the curse activating, taking the form of a black choker collar around her neck, the number 1225 labeled with bold golden leathers. She finally found her voice as she felt the last splat of semen fill her womb and cried. Tears of shame were leaking from her eyes as she hung upon the man's manhood, defeated both physically and mentally. But then her eyes widened as she found herself sitting with her front lying against his chest, his hands gripping her buttocks and slowly starting to pump her slit up and down the once again hard meat.
"We're not done yet." She couldn't find the energy to scream, her mouth just open and breathing, her weak arms warping around his strong frame letting her press her tear stained face into his chest, begging for it all to be a horrible dream as he once more began to pump into her sore body, still trying to keep herself from submitting to the pleasure she was experiencing.
(End of Lemon)
Four hours later the unconscious body of the defeated and raped amazon general laid on the cold marble of the large table, her body leaking their combined juices, the collar that marked her curse of fertility showing off the numbers 1225 in their bold golden letters. Ragnos stretched from the long needed sex he had just had and moved to take a look of the entire castle when suddenly he saw his helmet glowing, curiously he grabbed the helmet and looked at it, he heard a faint sound from it.
Putting on the intimidating horned helmet he was shocked to hear a female voice speaking to him through the helmet.
"Greetings sire, I am glad to finally meet the first master of the new line of Overlords."
"Wait... what?" The part ogre, orc and elf hybrid muttered as he gathered his loincloth, warping it around his saliva sticky pelvis. "Overlord?"
"Yes sire, this castle was once the citadel of the last of the Overlord bloodline, but it has died out since many centuries now. I was broken by those who defeated the last Overlord to make sure there wouldn't be another, so when you came here my magic assimilated with the shards of your armor and your own body. You are the new Overlord sire, having remade me, the Nether Gem, into a creation of your own, even by mistake. I will aid you in raising an Empire with this castle, your Dark Fortress, as your starting point for its growth."
"You mean the Overlords of the old stories? Armored magic user who commands impish minions to do his bidding?"
"Yes Master."
Pondering to himself about this new information Ragnos felt a sudden sense of satisfaction and eagerness fill his chest. He had always wanted to be something more then a blacksmith, he had wanted to be a warrior, to fight battlefields, to pillage and burn, to conquer. And now he had the power to do so! And in the process he could make things better for the magical species and crush the Glorious Empire. "This... sounds like it could be a whole lot of fun. Where are the minions?"
"I am sorry sire but the former minions and their hives were exterminated in the past. What magic remade me and bonded me to you have reconnected me to the magical artifacts which once stood in this mighty fortress. I believe there will be artifacts that will let you command minions, minions of likes have never been seen. The castle holds one artifact still Sire, the Altar of Fire, it is a magical artifact that lets you cast fire magic of highly destructive power, but to learn these spells you have to find magical tomes, scrolls and maybe even teachers to learn them from, until then is only the most basic of fire magic available to you sire. There is some nearby artifacts I can sense, but first it probably would be the best to place your new slave in a proper bed, there's some old magically preserved hay beds in the barracks, once used for the non minion soldiers."
Grunting out in response Ragnos lifted up Verna and carried her down the staircase, past the grand hall, past several different doors and broken hall ways, until he reached the barracks located at the bottom floor of the eastern wing of the fortress. Putting her down on the bed he made sure to tie her collar to a chain on the wall, used by some weird cult one of the Overlords used in the past. He had gathered the scraps of her armor and shield to be used once he got a proper forge, her spear he claimed to use as a weapon. But first he would need armor, luckily were there some iron armor left in one of the memorial rooms of the Overlords' history, a bit uncomfortable but at least he had armor.
"Where is the closest artifact Nethra?"
"Nethra? ...I like that name Sire. There's an artifact located just down the side of the mountain near the old drawbridge, it is an hour's walk from the fortress."
"Then I better go now, the world may have people who lets a lying hand guide them, but I shall be the blunt hammer of truth that will crack their sheepish skulls and show them the truth, whether they like it or not." Then with a heavy iron booted step the first Overlord in five centuries left his new fortress, the start of his domain, and with a purpose in his heart, he march to start the domination of the rest of the lands, For Evil Always Finds A Way.
TBC
A/N: I do not approve of rape, this is just a fic, so do not take it seriously.