Tributes to the Darkish Elves:
Contained in the Darkish Forest, a medley of small human cities and cities lay outdoors Human Empire’s management within the type of a Duchy. As fortune would have it, it was separated from the bigger human lands by an enormous swath of Monstergirl Empire territory, often known as the Reik The Duchy was too distant and liberal for the theocracy of the Human Empire to soak up and not using a bloody struggle, and sadly was surrounded by Darkish Elven holdings throughout.
The succubus empress hated struggle, having handed from a world suffering from it and taking up the cost of the non-human sentient species. She had killed the final Monster Lord and adjusted the “liminal” species, often known as monsters, to females, so she had instructed the dark-elven queen to keep away from struggle and remedy the problem in one other approach. The darkish elves, vicious as they’re, might have defied her and conquered the duchy by power, had they been caught previously.
So the duchy was pressured to be a tributary.
The darkish elves would obtain tribute from the human duchy yearly: superior instruments, textiles, and complicated items.
Nonetheless, being what they’re, the darkish elven queendom would additionally extract a second kind of tribute.
Slaves.
The darkish elves’ underground metropolis Chel’drai wanted human slaves. Males as “lovers” and occasional servants, ladies as servants, and occasional lovers. The darkish elves had dwarven ladies as slaves as effectively however stated slaves, being monsters just like the Svartalf themselves additionally wanted human essence and had been good just for digging and mining.
Listening to that her individuals will probably be harvested and brought underground to toil for her overlords, the duchess’ pleaded for mercy in tears, not often shed by a noblewoman of her standing for lowly peasants. Such a show softened the dark-elven queen’s mild coronary heart(who herself had given start to a daughter simply final month), and with misty eyes, agreed to a compromise.
The tribute quota would restrict itself to the duchy’s criminals and poor volunteers first. If the quota wasn’t met, the darkish elves’ warrior ladies and retailers would decide by means of households for appropriate youths, avoiding power when mandatory: one youth per household till the quota was happy. Furthermore, the darkish elves would preserve a small embassy on town’s outskirts to watch and monitor human households for susceptibility to seduction, in addition to settle for human volunteers into slavery for assured meals and shelter, as uncommon as it could be (however occurred anyway) resulting from poverty.
As an indication of the Darkish Elven Queen’s merciful dominance rule over the human duchy, the tribute collectors would, in return, convey unique medicines to human lands deemed too heretical and promise assist in famines and illness, permitting her individuals to be fruitful and multiply as a lot as potential. Moreover, a dark-elven maid can be given to the Duchess as her servant and wetnurse for her infants, who would, in flip, ship her oldest son to be married to the oldest dark-elven princess for nearer relations, and a future peaceable merger.
The tribute collectors can be principally the youngest Svartalf from the overcrowded subterranean metropolis led by essentially the most skilled Svartalvar and one floor darkish elf information. This was to assist the younger ones see people up shut of their pure habitat and to realize expertise in slave dealing with. In fact, it was anticipated of some younger darkish elves to choose the floor to eliminate extra inhabitants, whether or not marriage with people, floor residence, and even changing into slaves themselves in floor monster cities, permitting some poor or submissive elflings to help their households again house.
It was Autumn.
The tribute was due.
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DARK ELVEN TRADE OUTPOST “SSINRIG”
The tribute get together was to have their final night time of relaxation earlier than attending to work in human lands. Stunning, curvaceous, black-skinned, platinum-white-haired beauties emerged from the cave entrance in an extended line, bearing weapons, backpacks, and touring gear in a unfastened line, eyes widening in marvel on the floor. The ambiance was joyous, the monster women chatting with one another about their nice journey after getting an evening’s get together. The darkish elf younglings had all their hair made for the journey, certain in stunning patterns, and colourful beads added for enjoyable, and sporting their most stunning, lewd armor and garments for exhibiting off and pleasure. Almost all of them wore units of armor, leather-based bottoms being little greater than horny thongs with silvery edges and safety runes across the pelvis. Some wore practical but revealing plate mails, and skimpy wizard robes, the youngest ones even adorning their garments with badges of cute, fuzzy animal faces sewn into the materials.
The older members main the expedition wore extra conservative, dour armor fits and regarded grim. Inwardly, they had been cringing on the considered main these younglings to the floor who handled it like a enjoyable journey.
However Chel’drai was overcrowded this century: some inhabitants needed to be despatched aboveground for a substantial period of time till their dwarven slaves, monstergirls subjugated under, might dig up extra free land. Worse, all monstergirls wanted human males to breed with and survive, and the dwarven slave ladies had been shedding productiveness together with their mistresses. Bereft of human essence -semen, breath, sweat, colloquially often called “Chi”-, even different monstergirl slaves the Svartalvar had had been changing into weak and sickly.
“It is my first time on the floor!” One younger darkish elven feminine quipped, virtually skipping, eyes squinted on the solar and her large ears sinking in alarm on the sudden glare. She did not suppose the solar can be such a vivid ball of sunshine. “So these people will surrender slaves and not using a struggle?”
“Sure”, replied her good friend who was only one yr her senior, “We’ve got a take care of them. We take the criminals, debtors, some keen, or the…umm…” She scratched her pointy ear, almond eyes squinting as she tried to formulate her ideas, “…least resisting ones.” It was troublesome to focus: aromatic flowers had been in every single place!
“Some will not resist?” The youngest amongst them quipped, twirling her wicked-looking, purple-silvery dagger in a single hand, an conceited saunter marking her inexperience and over-enthusiasm. “They volunteer?”
“Nicely, we now have slavery amongst us, do not we? A few of our kin are submissives…” Her good friend tried to rationalize, because the group’s solely wizard, an older darkish elf turned her head to deal with them. She had been busy attempting to look at floor mushrooms on timber:
“People are pure slaves, match for disciplined, mundane labor and breeding. A few of them will inevitably settle for their destiny. Our job is to ensure they get picked most so the remainder will not go feral like final century.” She meant the Lescatian Crusades that just about exterminated monstergirls within the West.
“Beats combating and killing.” One other darkish elf agreed, sighing. “I really like people, they make the perfect slaves however we’d like extra. Not many human males laid with our human ladies this decade… Even their youngsters are cute and enjoyable to play with!” Her smile widened, pearly enamel gleaming brighter than her hair. “I’m saving as much as get a human man! Possibly a woman for a home servant.”
“You’re getting your individual home?” Her good friend blinked, who was simply misplaced within the fascination of the great thing about the floor woods earlier than she heard her good friend’s aspirations for a brand new house.
“Yeah!” The younger drowling grinned, her voice stuffed with hope and confidence. “I am shifting out of my mom’s mansion to the floor. I do know it is a huge home… however I need to go away Chel’drai. The opposite mamono on the floor have a lot to see. Not simply slaves: people that do not thoughts seeing us, speaking to us. Different races do not hate us anymore! A minimum of, that a lot.”
“You suppose they will be O.Okay with you residing on the floor with slaves?” Her good friend had used the brand new human idiom as a substitute of “alright”; the airheaded darkish elven cuties had been contaminated with the virus of tradition already… To talk nothing of the very fact they had been talking Frequent quite than the flowery Svartalf tongue, their grandmothers would throw suits!
“Some will not thoughts. I heard of a human metropolis that has allowed slavery and permits monstergirl residence.” She shrugged. “I heard some people even volunteer! Think about a family with my husband, some feminine bedmates for spicier nights…maids…Unique imports…Floor spices, salads, and fruits at each meal and sunbathing with all my slaves…A woman can dream…” She sighed. “If I eat one other mushroom bread or drink mushroom beer, I will kill myself!”
“The tributes go to the slave market although…” Her good friend replied, taking a look at a vendor, a bit goblin woman promoting dried floor fruits in colourful bundles. “It’s a must to be a sergeant a minimum of to take your first decide of a slave with low cost. In any other case, you pay the complete worth or purchase your self *after* the Tribute March.”
They stood earlier than the bathhouse, dozens of younger, enthusiastic darkish elves with twinkles of their eyes, hope for the long run, and empty cages.
And starvation for human slaves, after all.
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The Svartalvar had been consultants in subverting the solar’s rays, storing, and conserving their floor holdings lit in a luminosity that wasn’t painful to their eyes. The tree canopies hid the solar’s already dimming glare as summer season handed into autumn, conserving the pleasure outpost Ss’inrig, located only a mile away from the doorway into the underground metropolis to Chel’drai, the Darkish Elves’ capital, in a perpetual silvery twilight. It was constructed a number of hundred years in the past as a waystation for resting after the lengthy trek from underground and developed right into a hub for processing, therapeutic, counseling, and buying and selling of captives and slaves earlier than the perfect decide of the slaves was despatched underground the place they’d work for and please their darkish elf mistresses.
The outpost, constructed inside and across the large timber, above and under floor was a forest paradise. From a distance to inexperienced eyes, it was a barely seen deformation formed out of timber, very like a dome of thickets. Inside, it was a spa, buying and selling heart, slave market, vacation resort, and infirmary, multi functional.
Small buildings had been carved out of magically formed timber, adorned painstakingly with purple-and-gold ornaments, crystals, and bioluminescent vines, giving them an alien magnificence past this world. {The marketplace} within the heart of the outpost was small, cozy, and constructed from purple bricks whose system was solely identified to the Svartalvar. The distributors had a good number of items, Nishari famous.
Arachne residents, girls with their spidery our bodies sat on comfy fur rugs and had their silks and silken clothes on show on the market. Just a few Danuki retailers, monster women with human our bodies, raccoon extremities, and beastly ears had arrange a stall the place every thing the world over, from obscure artifacts to human spellbooks, from Zhong jade jewellery to Bharati spices was on the market…for a excessive worth.
The get together realized why the Queen despatched them for tribute.
The small slave market, often busy since many monster races got here to purchase servants or studs(and a few people to pay out and free their kin), was almost empty. The slave dealer matron did not even have an accounting slave, historically an clever human, excessive elf, or dark-elven lady with a white loincloth, silver shackles, and glasses who would deal with wealthier dark-elven nobles’ funds.
All of the slaves that remained within the outpost had been busy working: only a few human ladies with content material, blushing faces with shy expressions from being pressured to work bare. All of them regarded very wholesome, well-fed, and clear, owing to the darkish elves’ bathhouses of their off-duty time. Two younger human slave ladies with white headscarves protecting their hair had been busy sweeping the streets, a mature peasant lady in her mid-40s with a brush which made her plump breasts jiggle with each transfer, the opposite on all fours, wiping the grime with a bucket of water and a big towel with each fingers. Her butt shook with each transfer, the precise cheek tattooed with the phrase “slave”, each slaves politely nodding and making approach for the get together with vivid smiles.
“Excuse me…” A tomboyish, pale redhead muttered, carrying an enormous bundle of firewood on her again and hurrying previous them into the bakery, her ankle cuffs match with bells and solely sporting a mere rag loincloth to cowl her privates. Her arse was tattooed with a bread signal, suggesting her station effectively sufficient, with sweat working throughout her again and previous her robust, toned legs, her huge, freckled breasts slapping her chest as she ran.
“They appear actual quick on fingers right here…” The darkish elven chief muttered. “Hope to Goddess the tribute will assist out. Poor people work onerous as it’s.”
The slave service provider, an aged, type but strict-looking darkish elven matron sat on her chair, overlooking a cage with simply 5 slaves. A younger man and 4 grownup human ladies sat bare in a big cage, ankles chained loosely. The younger man rested his chin on one raised knee, spreading one leg submissively with a blush and a shy have a look at the get together taking a look at him. His massive penis dangled flaccidly between his legs, its base fitted with a comfortable leather-based ring and a price ticket. His youthful determine, unique blond hair, and face had been fairly enticing to monsterized darkish elves, with various staring on the man with grins, and getting a shy blush in return. The darkish elves seeing his penis shortly harden, probably due to them passing by bit their lips and chuckled.
Three ladies had been nude, blindfolded, and gagged with their legs unfold on their knees, fingers tightly certain behind them within the final pose of submission. Their good pose, small breasts, and athletic our bodies steered they could have been freshly captured adventuresses or prisoners of struggle who had no ransom cash: good for mining or heavy labor, our bodies shaved bald and limbs harshly secured in opposition to escape; not trusted sufficient to loosen up, and price being purchased as a slave bodyguard.
The fourth was a shy, smiling, plump human lady with glowing inexperienced eyes, quick, spiky hair, and a curvy determine, sitting in a relaxed pose, spreading her legs with one arm leaning on the cage’s picket wall, resting one other hand on one knee, her pink slit uncovered for viewing. She smiled on the passing darkish elves, hoping one in all them would give her a house to work in. One of many youthful, naive darkish elves smiled and waved again, appreciating her magnificence. The slave on sale had plump breasts with brown, massive nipples with a price ticket connected; the mushy, pale mounds jiggled with each transfer she made.
The Svartalf younglings idly regarded on the “items”, bare, restrained people earlier than heading to the bathhouse and sleeping within the tavern. The slave service provider did not even elevate her head from her accounting ebook, figuring out the younglings had been off to gather extra people to promote, they did not have the cash or time to purchase one. Though as soon as she was out of sight, she raised her head and covertly threw a look at a few of the prettier, youthful darkish elves, watching their spherical hips sway, and listened to their conversations: It by no means damage to accumulate some darkish elven submissives: surfacers paid effectively for unique darkish elf slaves, and the underground metropolis crowded sufficient as it’s, enterprise was enterprise…
For submissive poor darkish elven women, it was one solution to discover a human male(and outlive him)… For some manipulative ones, it was a solution to enter the mattress of a human chief, and weep and make doe-eyes to grow to be a trophy spouse with out toiling. And outlive to grow to be a shadow ruler of small human settlements, after all.
“Ultimately, sisters!” The chief chimed joyfully. “Let’s soak the troubles away earlier than setting off for tomorrow!”
The picket door to the steamy bathhouse opened, revealing a garishly dressed Lamia and Arachne, a snake- and spider-woman greeting them with smiles and a twinkle of their eyes. Every wore white robes reduce for his or her physique measurements, fixed with gold-threaded belts that made them seem like out of an outdated Helleo-Ermorean portray.
“Welcome, girls!” The Lamia bowed. “We had been knowledgeable of your arrival upfront; our women had been onerous at work firing the baths.” The spidery Arachne bowed as effectively, waving a fragile hand inside.
“Our slaves will are likely to your worries and the traveler’s dust. Allow us to deal with the pecuniary issues…”
A celebration of a number of dozen darkish elf women coming for a whole therapy of snacks, tub, and intercourse can be day’s deal for the bathhouse. The chief of the darkish elves, the eldest Nishari rolled her eyes, taking out her purse of silver stuffed with cash engraved with a spider determine.
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“Welcome, mistresses!” The bare tub slaves spoke in unison, bowing earlier than the grinning darkish elves as a sea of moist, oiled, curved our bodies sporting metal collars round their necks.
Younger human ladies and some younger, soft-looking younger males, greeted them; nude aside from collars round their necks, the slaves had been all stunningly enticing, although principally the native white human inventory, although Nishari might see a black woman and a dusky one from Araby among the many greeters.
It was a great way of stress-free earlier than the lengthy trek to and from the human duchy to assemble slaves.
The slaves beckoned inside a big dressing room, with towels and slippers. Already keen, the darkish elven get together began eradicating what little lewd armor they wore, piling them in a big basket to be washed, polished, and cleaned. Leather-based thongs with chainmail bikini tops rattled as they piled up, and boots had been politely eliminated by younger human ladies kneeling earlier than them. It was pleasantly dominating to allow them to achieve this, letting the people take away their boots slowly earlier than becoming cute, pink rubber slippers with bunny ears.
Now nude, the darkish elven women had been led by the slaves into the bathtub.
A large, subterranean chamber carved out of marble bedrock stood earlier than them, steam making every thing almost invisible. Small bottles of floor wine, plates with cheese, and fruits had been laid subsequent to the chest-high sizzling tub, making essentially the most prudish amongst them squee and giggle, the bathtub slaves smiling as they led them to soak.
“There’s even walnuts and apricots! They value a lot underground!!!” A younger darkish elf who had seen the floor for the primary time, chimed fortunately, sinking into the water and motioning her attendant, a gentle-looking, younger blonde woman for wine. The bare slave woman blushed as she handed her the goblet; she was fascinated with this younger, upstart, black-skinned unique creature, a lovely elf who might do something she needed to her. Nishari checked out each women, shaking her head and chuckling earlier than motioning for a younger woman to therapeutic massage her shoulders and a blond boy to sit down on the fringe of the pool and current his already erect cock to suck. She remembered the younger drowling’s title: Kairi, barely thirty-six years outdated, younger for a darkish elf.
Kairi took the goblet, and leaned in opposition to the pool’s edge, attempting a walnut and a bit of cheese and washed them down with wine in grasping gulps. Then her eyes wandered to her attendant. The blonde woman regarded even youthful than her, now gently washing Kairi’s shoulders and free arm with a sweet-smelling soapy towel. Their eyes met, the blonde slave woman biting her lips and looking out away with a blush, focusing her gaze on the darkish elf’s arms and away from her breasts.
Kairi, letting the woman rub her arms for a second, stopped smiling, then grinned. Reaching a hand to softly flip the woman’s jaw to face her, she began to check the human’s face. Her pores and skin was so white, white as alabaster, plump purple lips rousing the younger darkish elf. The remainder of the woman’s physique was equally tantalizing. Comfortable, small breasts, a flat, flabby stomach, and a shaven pussy might be seen by means of the misty air of the bathhouse, every half making the inexperienced underground-dwelling darkish elf youth heat inside.
“Nicely…”
With a figuring out smile, Kairi slowly pulled the pale slave woman in the direction of her. With out even asking, the white human woman leaned ahead, her lips touching the darkish elf’s personal.