Chapter 11-Ymir
All across the Queen's continent and beyond, the youma horde had spread to attack everything in sight. Towns and villages were uprooted and many people were displaced. The demons spared no one, caring not for their race, gender, class or beliefs. Not even the nonhuman races were spared. The forest elves were run out of their forest homes and hunted by mainly plant or animal youma, and the number of captured female elves were growing each day. The dwarves of the mountainous regions were next, though they were more resistant.
Dwarves were a hardy race, with the adults reaching the size of a preteen child. Males looks like miniature adult men, but females noticeable had child-like (loli) bodies. They were master artificers, craftsmen, blacksmiths, basically anything that involved using their hands and their heads. Despite their small size, they were incredibly strong, and their finely crafted weapons made them great warriors. But that strength meant little against the youma.
Iron Mountain was a dwarven stronghold that was the main producer of iron ores in the continent and home to the largest dwarf tribe in that part of the world. There, dwarves manufactured iron and produced weapons to sell to the rest of the land. Until a week ago, it was ruled by the Steel King, who ran a business in making and selling dwarven steel weapons to the entire world. When he fell in battle against a rather hardy troll, the task of defending Iron Mountain went down to his daughter, the dwarf princess Ymir.
Ymir, like most female dwarves, looked like a little girl despite being in her late fifties. She had a cute, petite figure, not quite childish, rather she had the appearance of a girl on the cusp of puberty, with budding breasts and a heat shaped face. She had sandy blonde hair tied into multiple curls and held back with a white head band, and big blue eyes. She wore a pink puffy dress with a white bra over her pert breasts and her arms were covered in white gloves, with a plated gauntlet on her right arm. The skirt of her pink dress ended mid-thigh, with plated boots and white stockings underneath to complete the appearance of a cute wholesome girl with one mean temper.
As strong as they were, the youma horde that attacked Iron Mountain found it surprisingly difficult to take the fortress. Not only was the terrain hazardous, but there was only one way to and from the fortress, and it was defended by an army of dwarves who were definitely stronger than they looked. It took the youma almost two weeks to scale the mountain, killing male dwarves and capturing females for their slave pens. It got to the point where a couple of minotaurs were needed to repel the dwarven defenses, and only then were they able to fight their way up to the mountain tops.
"Come on, you bastards!" Ymir's bellow somehow sounded larger than the howls of the minotuars and trolls that she knocked off the mountain. "If you think you can beat the Iron Princess Ymir on her home turf, then you're stupider than you look!"
In her hands was a large red dwarven battle axe, which was much taller than her that she wielded with only one hand. Her axe cut into the youma's flesh, which instantly regenerated as soon as its flesh was ruptured, but the force of her blows knocked the trolls off the mountain, thousands of miles down toward the ground.
So far, Ymir and a hand full of others were able to at least halt the advance of the horde, but they were tiring quickly, and defeat was on the horizon. Ymir had already watched one of her father's bannermen get cut down by a minotaur's battle axe, and another of her female companions get forced to her knees and gagged with her own shirt. Ymir lost sight of her fellow dwarves and could only see a long trail of trolls and minotaurs still coming at her. She didn't need to look around to know that she was all alone.
"Well, come on! I can take all of you on! The Iron princess Ymir is afraid of no one!" She roared, swinging her large axe with the strength of ten men. She was prepared to fight to her last breath, or at least fight and then kill herself before these monsters could defile her body. Unfortunately, someone else had a different idea.
"I seriously doubt that you're not afraid of anything. How about we test that theory?" A sweet, elegant voice hummed above her.
Cloth wrappings ensnared Ymir's arms and legs, making her drop her axe in surprise. She glanced back only to have her eyes also covered in wrappings and her entire body was slowly mummified on the spot.
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Ymir awoke lying on a cold stone floor. Thanks to her hardy dwarven physiology, it hardly felt uncomfortable to her, but the chamber she was lying in was cold and dark. Once her eyes got adjusted to the darkness, she saw where she was: the now cold and dark forges within Steel Mountain.
"How did I get here?" Ymir asked, wincing at the echo of her voice throughout the normally deafening forge where her people made weapons and jewelry. It seemed alien to her now that it was quiet and empty. This was the first Steel Mountain had ever been like this, and it unsettled her.
'It's because of those youma bastards.' Ymir thought hatefully. Speaking of youma, where were they? She knew that they had to have taken the mountain by now, but there was no one here. "Where the hell are those bastards?"
"I hope you're not talking about me." A sweet voice giggled.
Ymir shot to her feet and spun around to see a woman sitting on a throne made of hardened sand. She was a well-toned young woman with short black hair and big blue eyes. She was scantily clad, wearing only an elegant headpiece, a jeweled breast plate that reached only midway down her chest, barely covering her large breasts and a striped thong. On her arms were bandages that went from bicep to wrist.
"Who the fuck are you?" Ymir asked rudely.
"My, you're a vulgar little girl, aren't you?" The woman huffed, her plump lips pouting cutely. "My name is Menace, proud general of the Swamp Witch's youma army, and I know you're the former Iron Princess of Steel Mountain, or whatever you savages consider a princess these days."
"Don't talk about my people you cow tittied bitch!" Ymir snarled.
"Why not? It's the truth. Why, even the youma are loathed to rape your womenfolk. Only those creepy jester clowns want to fuck you female dwarves, the little pedophiles." Menace's beautiful face scrunched up. "Alas, I'm getting ahead of myself. You see, the only reason why a demon clown isn't shoving his cock halfway up your tiny little keyhole you call a cunt is because I've taken an interest in you."
"What are you talking about?" She demanded.
"Despite your lack of manners and decorum, you are still a princess, an as a princess myself, it's my duty to see that you meet a fate more dignified than your fellow kinsmen." Menace explained. Ymir unconsciously stood back when an unsettling look came over the ancient queen's eyes. "So I prepared a youma befitting of your royal blood."
Ymir was about to tell Menace to go fuck herself when she heard a hiss that made every bone in her body freeze. The loud hiss echoed throughout the chamber, and she heard something large slithering along the floor towards her. Shivering in fear, Ymir slowly turned her head to see a large serpent slither up behind her, looking larger and larger the closer it got to her.
"W-W-What…" She could barely speak as fear gripped her heart.
"His name is Apophis. He's a specially made youma I had created just for occasions like this." Menace giggled. "He's a glorious snake, yes? He's given me plenty of happy nights back in my kingdom, and I figured it'd be right to share him with fellow royalty."
Apophis was a massive serpent with dark purple scales and the large hood of a cobra. It was about thirty five feet long, and to Ymir's horror, there were thick tentacles sprouting from its muscled body waving in her direction like dozens of tiny snakes. The sight of the beast alone made the normally courageous and gung ho dwarf freeze in place.
One well known fact about Ymir was that she was deathly afraid of snakes. Even the smallest, non-poisonous snake could make her scream like a little girl and thrash around like a noble lady seeing a rat for the first time. Having this massive abomination looming over her was essentially her nightmares come true.
"Oh my, I see you've already caught his eye. That's great, he doesn't really like it when his prey struggles and cries." The Amaran queen giggled. With a wave of her hand, the sand throne she was sitting on dissolved and escorted her to the side of the forge so she could get a better look at the show. "Go ahead, Apophis, show her how little her strength means in the new world."
Apophis gave a loud hiss and moved closer to the petrified Ymir. The tentacles on its body extended to embrace the dwarf girl's body, the big purple appendages wrapping around her body and sneaking underneath her outfit, rubbing against her skin as she whined, finding herself drawn closer and closer toward the youma. Strong as she was, her fear kept her from resisting as those very same tentacles began caressing and molesting her body. She blushed and whined when she felt two tentacles creeping up her skirt, coiling around her thighs while prodding at her panties.
"P-Please…" Ymir begged. Had she been in her right mind, she would've been appalled to beg in front of her enemy. "D-Don't…"
Her pleas seemed to entice Apophis into action. Tentacles pushed quickly up her skirt and wiggled into her panties, and with a single push the cocks claimed her holes in tandem, filling her ass and her pussy at the same time, making her scream into the empty forge. Apophis fucked her quickly, the tentacles pounding away at her with a vigor that left Ymir breathless and dazed. She could feel the penetration pushing in deep, bigger than her fingers and fucking her so quickly that she could barely process the fact that a giant snake was doing this to her.
Apophis wrapped its tentacles around her neck and pulled her head back to push another tentacle into her mouth, silencing her screams but leaving her with a thick shaft thrusting deep into her throat. It thrust back and forth with a careless and steady motion that forced just a little more dick into her mouth with each push forward, letting Ymir feel the rawness of having all of her holes claimed at the same time.
Ymir could hardly believe her circumstances. Here she was, a proud dwarven princess with the strength of ten men, being used as a cock sleeve by some disgusting demon snake who treated her like a sex toy. Her arms and legs restrained as she was violated, she felt like a doll being used by a sick pervert. Her vision became blurry as her body took in the pheromones and secretions emanating from the youma's skin. Her mind slowly began to lose its fear of the giant snake and began accepting the rape of her body.
Drool ran down her chin as she was senselessly throatfucked by the tentacles hat had gone from fucking her mouth to pounding itself down her gulley, brutalizing her to the absolute bliss of a girl who was slowly losing her touch with reality. She gagged and chocked on the tentacle, feeling it reach deeper and deeper into her throat with each thrust.
Eventually it was too much for Ymir and her holes clamped down on the cocks hammering away at them and she lost control. A scream of searing orgasmic delight tore through her as she lost herself, hips bucking, and she was surprised to feel the cock pull out of her throat. Cum erupted from all three of Apophis' dicks at once, pumping her ass and pussy full of the sticky cream while her face received a massive load. Feeling the double creampie helped push her over the edge as her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out. Menace smiled brightly at her ahegao face and clapped her hands.
"Brilliant show, you two. Well done, Apophis, you were exceptional in bringing her over to our side." Menace said. "But the fun's not over yet. The Swamp Witch has use for your abilities, and if you want to hang out with us, you'll need to be…reconditioned."
"…Huh?" Ymir's cum filled and stained body hung limply in the air by the tentacles around her limbs, only able to weakly turn her face towards the undead woman.
"My companions and I like to partake in some of the more…well-endowed youma within our ranks. Since you'll be working for us now, I will need to hollow you out for all the big youma dicks your little body will be taking!"
Before Ymir could inquire any further, she was held upright by Apophis and felt a tentacle prod her cum filled ass once again. She braced herself seconds before she felt her bowels get filled once again, but this time the tentacle wasn't stopping. It punched right through any resistance and dove deeper than it had before.
Ymir gaped at this as she felt the tentacle going deeper and deeper. It was almost like a snake with the way it was wriggling around every curve in her guts. This thing was fucking her deeper than the other cocks had so far, and for a moment Ymir wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
Not that she could keep this thought up long as the tentacle simply continued on its merry way, invading her body. She actually wondered if this thing would ever stop, imaginging when it would reach the end of her bowels and then up in her…
That was when the realization hit her. This was what Menace meant by "hollowing" her out! This tentacle would stretch her bowels, her guts and her throat out to accommodate future youma who would have her body. It would thrust out her bowels, dig through her stomach, and then emerge from her throat until it truly speared her like pig over an open fire! Only in a more carnal way.
It would completely close up her airways. She could feel it still moving on, making steady progress, but she already felt it travel further up, making her realize she was running out of time.
Just as she felt the tentacle push through what Ymir guessed was her stomach, she took a deep breath. She did that right on time, as only a second later it invaded her throat, pushing her airways shut before it erupted out of her mouth.
Ymir's body went stiff. It practically spasmed as she felt herself unable to move her torso as the tentacle was now in full control over her. She couldn't run, not that it was ever an option.
The cockhead of the tentacle was teasingly wiggling directly in front of her face, showing itself off to the girl as well as Menace.
"Bravo! You're doing a wonderful job!" Menace giggled.
Ymir could hardly think straight at this point, the obscene sight of a tentacle emerging from her mouth combined with the feeling of the thick appendage impaling her body made her climax once more, her juices spurting all over her thighs and trickling down her legs. Menace walked over to the spitroasted dwarf and ran a finger along the inside of her thighs, looking up at the girl as she licked the juices off her finger.
"We're going to have a wonderful time together, Ymir." Menace said in a sultry tone as the cock that impaled Ymir lowered itself to her pink lips. Just before she took the cock into her mouth, Menace gave her new subordinate a daring grin. "It'll be a time you'll never forget."
That's it for Ymir's chapter. I feel better about this one than the last chapter, probably because I'm fully awake now. Also, since I only have three more
chapters left for this story, I will be focusing on finishing this story before moving onto RWBY. Be sure to check out the official Hentai World website on Wordpress (directions to link in my profile on Archive of Our Own, Saya444). Just to get it out of the way and all that jazz. Thanks for reading, please leave a review and remember...I'm watching you fap. 0_0