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A/N: Another test chapter. Auther's note at the end. Please leave a review. Good or bad, they motivate me to write more.
BEGIN
Her first moments with a clear head were used to remember all that she could of the past decade. The horror, the humiliation, the defilement and the mutilation visited upon her person, her friends, her people and her kingdom. The first decade of 'The Sex Empire' were filled with not but blood, tears and semen. She had been defeated, raped and humiliated along with the other Shield-Princesses, her Rival and her Rival's attendant. The nine of them had been the among the most… used, especially in the infancy of the Empire.
At first, she believed that even as her body was defiled that she would be able to at least keep her mind. That belief shattered the moment the orphan boys she had personally looked after took their own liberties with her body. The belief may have been shattered, but she still fought to keep even a small piece of herself. Even through all the men, boys, monsters and animals that defiled her by them willing body, her mind and spirit fought. But the point that truly broke her, the moment that broke the mind and spirit of the Goddess Reborn? The birth and death of her firstborn child.
Her firstborn was a girl, a daughter born of an elven goddess. Kin, the wizard of the Black Dog's, had found a dark ritual. And with the help of Shamuhaza, she and the others were forced to endure nine months (or sometimes more) of pregnancy in just nine hours. Her daughter was Vult's. He insisted on being the first to impregnate her. And when she gave birth to a girl, her only thought was to try and save her little girl from the cruelty and depravity of the Empire. Vult however, had other ideas.
Upon learning that her firstborn was a girl, Vult had ripped her daughter from her arms, dragged them both to a pit somewhere and forced her to watch as he threw the infant into the hole. The hole full of slavering, starving dogs. Vult laughed as he impaled her from behind, forcing her to watch her daughter torn to pieces while her body once more betrayed her and orgasming with almost every thrust. Her mind and spirit shattered at that moment and Celestine Lucross ceased to exist.
That was over a decade ago. For the first time in over a decade, she was clear of mind. Able to think, to reflect, to regret and despair. For so long, she'd been not more than a willing receptacle for any hard phallus and warm semen. For the longest time, her body endured sex in any form, from anything that could be considered Male. If it had a penis and produced semen, it had been inside her. Man, monster, animal, it mattered not. For almost a decade, she was just a cumdump for all to use.
She'd undergone the ritual with all manner of creatures as well, her body forced to birth any and all that wanted it. The ritual had also been used on the others. But where she was an elf, they were mostly human. And human bodies can only withstand so much abuse before they are destroyed, magic or no magic. She, Olga, Chloe and Lulu lasted the longest. The first to perish was young Prim. Her cousin Alicia soon followed. Then Kaguya, Maia and finally Claudia. Their bodies were used to feed the masses, as if to celebrate their deaths. The Empire was truly a depraved state.
Chloe and Lulu only perished two years ago. The people had thought it a riot to force the once brilliant Halfling to bear the offspring of creatures and monsters several times her size. Mainly Orcs and Horses. Chloe had been forced to be broodmare for humans alone, often giving birth to multiple babies at once. It certainly didn't help that all of them had been raped by their own progeny as well. All the girls were killed or raised until their first bleeding, when they would be raped by their fathers and then join the public usage pillories.
Only she and Olga remained now. And by some miracle, they were no longer in the Empire.
Their bodies were sagging, gaping and loose. They were unhealthily thin and even with the ritual, they could bear no more offspring. Their ovaries were depleted. For the first time in history, an Elf and Dark Elf went through menopause. Upon learning that they were of no more use than the peasantry, the were discarded like trash. They weren't even good enough for public use. She and Olga had been dumped behind what was once her castle with the rest of the refuse and garbage. But not before Vult visited them for one final time.
They had lain there, dazed, cum-drunk and slowly dying. It was raining, and the stench of the refuse, blood, bodily waste and semen would have driven anyone away from them. And yet, a figure had approached. It waded through the knee-high garbage to their discarded and broken bodies, checking them for signs of life. Upon see that the figure was male, Celestine and Olga had at once offered themselves to him. And then darkness enveloped them both.
The two former monarchs had been brought outside the new capital of the Empire. Deep into a forested home. They had of course tried to have sex with the stranger that had found them but, seeing as they'd not had a healthy diet in many a year, their weak attempts were easily brushed aside as he did his best to nurse them both back to health. She and Olga had sought carnal relief with one another in absence of his participation. Even once they'd regained enough strength to move on their own, he easily kept them at bay.
It took him six months to return them to health. Throughout that time, she and Olga continued to try and get him to fuck them. To her horror and Olga's, they had attempted to rape him on multiple occasions. Their caretaker had only ever done them good, and both of the elven queens had tried to assault him. Just like Vult. Just like the Black Dogs. It would seem that she was no better than the cur's that she hated.
Now, thanks to a potion he had brewed and made them drink, their minds had been returned. And if the look on Olga's face was anything to go by, she too remembered everything.
"What do we do now?" Olga's voice was meek and vulnerable. Nothing like the powerful sorceress Celestine had known in her youth and nothing like the Dark Queen she'd fought against for centuries.
"I don't know. But I think the first thing we should do is apologize and thank our savior. It is thanks to him that we are once more ourselves." Celestine could not look her in the eyes. The shame was too much.
"… Do you think he's homosexual?" Celestine's head snapped up in utter confusion.
"What!? Whatever gave you that idea?" Olga simply shrugged.
"He's refused use every time. We both know he doesn't… take care of himself in that manner. At least, not around where we could hear him. And we both know that half-elves are more lustful than humans. Our offspring all attest to that fact."
Celestine and Olga both flinched at the reminder that their own offspring had regularly visited them for carnal relief. Forced acceleration in the womb translated to an accelerated aging outside it. Celestine's first son by Vult was impregnating her within a year.
The sound of a door in the cottage opening and closing signaled the return of their savior. "Well, looks as though we'll find out soon enough."
There was a knock at the door to their room. The two elves looked at one another, they'd not had their privacy respected in so long that they were initially confused as to why someone would seek permission to see them. Olga shrugged then nodded and Celestine answered. "Enter." It was time for answers.
The cottage being quiet upon entering was his first clue to the success of the potion. The two elves hadn't been quiet since he'd found them. Even in sleep, they made some noise, usually whimpers, moans and the screaming whenever they had night terrors (every night). At least during when they slept, he had some measure of peace. When they were awake, they were constantly begging for him to satisfy their addiction to semen and carnal bliss. He was no prude, he'd had sex before. But he also had a healthy respect for consent by all parties. And when one considered that whom the two elves were, they most certainly could not give consent.
They acted like those he had seen smoking too much poppy. They were addicts. At least, they were before last night. He'd had to wrestle them both into submission in order to administer the potion. Not a difficult feat considering how malnourished they had been, but still not a pleasant experience. For six months he'd endured their lewd comments and constant need for carnal satisfaction. He was thankful they were able to help one another in that regard.
Yes, the quiet was a good sign.
He arrived at their room and knocked. There was a moment more of silence, "Enter." The voice was soft, melodic and hesitant. Another good sign, a sign he wouldn't have to fend them off once more.
As he opened the door, he quickly turned his head to avoid staring at their nudity. It would not have been the first time seeing their bodies, as the had been disposed of in the alley nude. And over the months, he'd had to bath them and clean them whenever they soiled themselves. But now that the potion had run its course, it would be rude to look without permission.
"Pardon me your Majesties. There are some dresses and loincloths in the chests at the foot of your beds. Please come out to the kitchen once you've dressed. I'll have breakfast prepared soon and we can talk afterwards. Please excuse me." He immediately shut the door and went to the kitchen.
As he was near finished with making a hearty breakfast (Bacon, Eggs, Diced Potatoes, Tomatoes) they entered the kitchen. Simple garb that covered them both quite modestly in dull green for Celestine and faded navy blue for Olga. They sat at his table, and he poured them both some cups of water to drink while they waited.
"Might we know the name of our host, good sir?" Celestine was ever the diplomat. The hesitance of both women was palpable, but she gathered her courage and spoke.
"Lincoln Thalion at your service your Majesties." He gave a passably respectful bow towards them. "I am but a simple hunter, fisherman and part-time merchant." The food was ready now and he brought it over to the table before moving on to get some shallow bowls and flatware. "I'm sure you both have questions for me, and I promise you, I will answer them as best I can but for now, make your plates and eat. You are no doubt famished."
As he sat with them, he ate and watched as Celestine and Olga forwent any formal etiquette and devoured the food in front of them. A small smile on his face at see the two former Queens… pig out for lack of a better phrase.
After eating their fill, the questions began. Most prominent among them was 'Why?'. Why had he saved them, nursed them, refused their advances? How had he found them, gotten them out of the city? Where were they now, where was it in relation to any landmarks they once knew? What was the potion he used, what were his intentions with them? The questions flowed like a river from both elves. And he answered the best he could.
"The potion was a detoxification potion. Meant to target the brain and flush it of any impurities. An old friend of mine created it before the 'Cuntry' was founded. It worked on her. Took me three years to track her down and it takes four months to prepare the ingredients and brew." A wistful look in his eyes as he recalled the memory.
"Then we should meet with this Herbalist. She has helped to restore our minds, we will not be ungrateful." Olga seemed to be getting her old self back. The tone was haughty, but her expression was pure gratitude and relief.
"I'm afraid that she took her own life shortly after regaining her mind. She couldn't stand the memories, the sleepless night… the fear that this was all a dream. Her grave is out back if you still want to pay any respect to her memory."
The queens were shocked, but then a look of understanding overcame them as they remembered hearing reports of the mass suicides. Even in their lust addled state of minds, the memories were there.
"Apologies. We did not mean to bring up any painful memories." Olga had bowed her head in embarrassment at her social faux pas. Lincoln however simply waved it off.
"Painful or not it wasn't like you knew. I'll take you to meet her later. But for now, we must discuss what you two wish to do now." The way he spoke did not bode well in their elven ears.
"How do you mean? The way you said that… it sounds as if our next choice may be our last?" Celestine was cautious. Her guard was coming up, his body language did not help ease her mind. What was going to happen?
"…Sigh… I'm afraid that you both only have a year to live. Two at the most." His blue eyes bore into them both, his words gripping their hearts in ice.
"How?" Olga was despondent. A year? Two before death? What?
"I and the rest of Eostia are well aware of what you both and the Shield's went through over the past decade. The damage on your bodies is mostly irreversible, but some of the things you've had to endure led you both to contracting a disease. It's selective to only those of elven nature so far, but it seems to affect abberants as well." The news was hard to hear. It only affected elves and monsters? What sort of disease could do this?
"A statement from the Capital was released not long before I found you. The court Wizard and Maester," both names spat with some impressive vitriol, "are calling it an immune deficiency. To put it simply, the virus attacks your immune systems, weakening them to the point that something as regular as a cold will kill you."
The ever mounting horror finally became to much. Celestine broke down crying. Olga's despondent attitude boiled over with anger and despair as she shouted to the heavens. He continued to sit and wait for them to calm down. Eventually they did, hugging one another to draw some measure of comfort and strength.
"Why did you return our minds? If we are to die, would it not be kinder to simply kill us in our addled state?" Olga seemed to believe he had an ulterior motive behind their recovery. And in truth he did.
"I have a plan to stop Vult." His statement left them dumbfounded. He was planning to stop Vult? How? And why did he need them?
"And what is our part in all this?" Even Celestine was cautious and suspicious at the notion that he would stop Vult.
"Your part, is to tell me all the information you can about yourselves, the Shield-Princesses, your attendant, your castles, your kingdoms, your people, everything you can think of that may help me succeed." Once again, the serious look in his eyes struck them dumb. They could detect no falsehood or trap in his words.
"How will this information help? Vult has already conquered Eostia, and the Shield-Princess' are dead. Chloe is DEAD! HOW COULD KNOW ANY OF WHAT YOU BE RELEVANT TO KILLING VULT?" Olga could not possibly comprehend his plan. Why would knowledge about the Princess' and Chloe help now when it was too late?
"Your Majesties, please understand. I have a way to stop Vult. Not just kill him but stop him as well. The information you give me will be vital to doing so. After all, with this, I can find just the right Time to enact my plan." He reached behind him and produced a blue object. Upon closer inspection, Celestine and Olga recognized the object as an ocarina. A cerulean blue wooden ocarina, with three golden triangles near the mouthpiece. Beautifully polished to a mirror shine, and it gave off an aura of power that neither had ever felt before.
"The information I need from the two of you will be vital, because it will help stop this stupid 'Cuntry' from ever being created in the first place. We have a year, maybe two, to prepare. I think it best we start as soon as possible. I will do my best to be here for you both when Death comes for you, but afterwards I will put a stop to all of this. You have my solemn vow. I, Lincoln Thalion, will avenge you both. It is unfortunately all I can do. If I were to try and take on Vult now? I would lose. I need that information ladies. Eostia depends on it."
His tone and attitude spoke volumes on their own, his eyes lent weight to his words. The elves were stunned, and yet they believed him. "We will help you, Sir Thalion. Our knowledge is yours." Celestine was the first to come to grips with her new reality. Olga soon followed, with a little trepidation, but still she promised to help as well.
"Then it would be best if we began now, we've not a moment to waste ladies. And please, call me Link."
END
A/N: So here we have an idea that popped into my head. Originally it was going to center on Celestine's prophetic visions, but this seemed to flow better. I've already figured out how to incorporate the LoZ Reincarnation Cycle and yes this would be a Kuroinu Rebellion story. I would also probably go back further than Vult's assault on the Black Citadel. The planned pairing would be Link/Celestine/Olga/Claudia/Lulu. Link is not a time traveler. he is the current reincarnation of the Hero, but he remembers all his past lives and has spent a lot of time in this world. Plan is to save all the girls (Grace and Anna as well) and stop Vult from establishing the Sex Empire.
Nothing set in stone, not real outline, this is simply a test chapter.
If anyone wants to adopt/adapt this, PM me. Otherwise, please leave a review. it my just motivate me to actually write more for this.