Fairy Village p2 [FxF] [Snuff] [Noncon] [MtF] (Commissions Open)

Part one: https://www.reddit.com/r/GuroErotica/s/7Inu9Te1PX

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Faune flushed with shame. Her jaw flexed, ready to chomp if she ever got the chance. She hooked her nails into the Malice’s legs. It was getting harder and harder to focus. Every stroke down her throat battered out more air. Spit and sweat smeared her cheeks. With a sudden lurch, the Malice stuffed herself as deep as she could go. Faune’s eyes bulged. Her throat stretched to its limits. All hope for oxygen had been cut off in one cruel stroke. She desperately slapped at the Malice’s legs, as if tapping out. The monster laughed. It was a strange, musical sound. Her fingers hooked into Faune’s hair and held her in place.

The lesser fairy kicked and wheezed with desperation. Her jaw clicked, locking it from biting into the girth. She was trapped, and her vision was fading fast. Faune tried to whine, tried to beg, but all that came out was a wet gurgle muffled by meat. Sparks of magic burned the Malice’s legs, but she did not even flinch. Did not care that her skirt caught on fire. That flame was put out immediately by the rain.

“It is cute to see little toys struggle for their life. A shame, really, that you cannot last any longer. It will be such a waste of magic to resurrect you. You are awfully pathetic, after all. Maybe my army would appreciate the use of your holes.” The Malice’s words were honey-sweet, which made Faune sick to her stomach.

Faune fought with every fiber of energy she had. Her legs slipped uselessly in the mud. The Malice only needed one hand to hold her down, so the other made short work of grabbing her wrists and holding them out of the way. It was as if Faune were fighting a brick wall. She wanted to tear the Malice apart, but her body was weakening. The edges of her vision turned dark. She squeezed her eyes shut. There was no use. No use in fighting when all that did was use up the last of her air. Yet, there she was, squirming and kicking until her body gave up on her.

The lesser fairy was still alive enough to feel the Malice rape her throat with animalistic brutality. Alive enough to know that she was ruined. Faune never had a chance for more air. The Malice kept her throat stuffed full. When everything but the barest parts of her senses remained, the Malice came. It flooded down her throat. Her mouth was filled with the stuff. Salty, hot, and overpowering. The last thing Faune ever experienced before she died was the cum of her rapist.

“Fuck… such a good throat.” The Malice pulled free with a pop. Her last few ropes of cum drenched Faune’s face and chest, mixing with her sweat. “Maybe I could modify her. Make her better for longer use.”

As she spoke, the Malice waved her magic over Faune’s body. Streaks of silver danced over flesh. She posed Faune as the fairy turned to stone. With careful hands, she guided the woman into a dick-sucking position. The Malice much resembled the world’s most perverted sculptor. When it was finished, she plopped Faune onto her steed’s back.

“Much better,” The Malice cooed. “I hate to waste my toys.”

The Malice waded through the battle with an angelic sort of ease. She glided over corpses, leaving a trail of cum in her wake. Waves of magic crushed any fairy that dared to fling themself at her. Each fell with a thump or turned to a mist of blood. None interested her. They were too weak or small. Too pathetic for her tastes. It was only as she spotted one sitting on a rock in the distance that the Malice’s interest was piqued. The new fairy was hardly moving. Only attacking when one of the army got close. It seemed she was protecting something under the boulder that she sat upon. Every blast of her magic knocked out the warriors with a haunting ease. She did not kill. Merely incapacitate.

The Malice stepped over the bodies of her fallen tribe. “Well, well. I would have thought less mercy would be given when your home is under invasion. Or are you, perhaps, a coward?”

Dark eyes traced over the Malice, something between lazy and exhausted. Heavy bags hung under them. Her pale skin glistened in the flashes of lightning and the drench of rain. She was particularly tiny, even compared to the fae of the village. Thin lips turned to a small frown as she tilted her head at the Malice. Her waves of silver hair rolled over her shoulders, and her silver wings were pinned back. A dusty pink, skin-tight leotard matched the wraps of black ribbon around her wrists and ankles. It showed off her curves, as well as her cute little tits. Her eyes narrowed, and she lifted a finger. A single line of black magic slammed into the Malice’s forehead.

To the fairy’s credit, it was a rather powerful sleep spell. It even made the Malice stumble a single step. She yawned, more dramatic than she had any need to be. “How rude. You do not even dare to kill me?”

“What’s the point?” The fairy mused. She tilted her head the other way. “Something, something, justice needs to come fairly.”

“It does not sound as if you care about the morals of your kind.”

“That’s– Mmm… No. It’s more like I know you’ll come back. Somehow. Some way. Seems like a dick move to just kill everyone anyway. All those guys probably have families. Or something.” The fairy shrugged. “Why aren’t you asleep?”

The Malice stepped closer, which earned another shot of magic to the dome. That time, she was prepared. She did not falter. “I am far too strong for magic such as this. Do you wish to surrender peacefully and allow me to use your body as I please? Or will you fight, strange warrior?”

“Don’t call me that.” The fairy’s nose scrunched. “My name’s Helena.”

The Malice was about to point out that that was not an answer to her question, but another blast of magic answered for her. Fight it was then. She lunged at Helena, who flipped away with sudden agility. Helena landed in the grass and sighed through her nose. “I don’t really want to do this. Can we postpone? Maybe fight another time?”

“What a strange request.” The Malice cackled, more intrigued with every word. “Unfortunately, I cannot reschedule. It would be rather difficult to gather my army again. You know how it is. Scheduling is a nightmare. Someone must always be on vacation or working.”

Helena cracked the smallest of smiles, only for it to fade back into her exhausted demeanour. She kept herself between the Malice and the boulder she defended. “I get it. So hard to get people together these days. But I insist. There must be a better time.”

“I could check my calendar.” The Malice bolted forward. Helena expected an attack and dodged. That was not the Malice’s trajectory at all. She was headed for the boulder. “Let me see… No openings until next month. Shame.”

“Wait!” Helena threw herself at the Malice.

The Malice stopped at the base of the stone. She looked down at the tiny fairy who shoved uselessly into her leg. “Why should I?”

“You can’t go in there. That’s…” Helena faltered.

“That is what?” The Malice scooped Helena up by the collar of her leotard. “Tell me, and I may even heed your request.”

Helena looked away. She tried not to speak, but the Malice shook her. “That’s… the escape route.” Helena cringed as she said it. “All of our children and elders escaped through there. It wouldn’t be right to go hunt them down.”

The Malice hummed to herself, glancing back at the stone. Her tentacles thrashed as she considered Helena’s words. Rolled them over her tongue. “Very well. I will not.” The others, however, had no reason not to. The Malice strode away from the boulder. She still carried Helena. “But I will take you in return. Your sleep magic could be of great use to me.”

Helena relaxed somewhat as they moved away from the boulder. She shook her head. “I’m not doing that.”

“I did not make a request of you. You will find that my magic has the effect of subservience. It is easiest for you if you give in to it quickly. Someone as small and pathetic as you would crumble under its weight.”

“Rude,” Helena said, lazily.

The Malice chuckled. She leapt up into the air and landed on the roof of a nearby home. From that angle, they could see every inch of the battlefield. At least, they could see it with the flashes of lightning. It was brutal. The grass ran with blood and viscera. Fairy bodies were indiscernible. Most of those still moving were of the Malice’s army. Helena watched it all with horror. She went limp in the Malice’s grip.

“Fuck…” Helena whispered. “This is really it, huh?”

“I warned you. It is a losing battle. Why fight at all? Let yourself and your friends go. Perhaps you could even enjoy working under me.”

Helena did not respond. Tears streaked down her face. She did not bother to move as the Malice hooked a claw into the bottom of her leotard. The beast tore the soft leather with ease, then settled Helena’s pussy straddling the base of her cock. Helena was made puny beside the beast of meat. She glanced down at it through foggy eyes. Her hands could not even make it halfway around that monster cock. That thing would destroy her the moment it managed to get inside. Helena shook her head no. It was all she could manage. Rainwater and lost hope made her wings limp.

The Malice slid Helena up and down her dick. She stroked herself with the lesser fairy’s legs and pussy. Helena shuddered. Little sparks of pleasure filled her whenever her clit ground against the monster. She hated it. Hated it with every ounce of her being. “Stop… please…”

“Now, now. That is no way to talk to your new master.”

Helena choked up. She let herself fall limp in the Malice’s grasp. Some part of her was sickened by her failure, but all she could do was accept her fate. What was the point in fighting? Helena did not notice until it was too late to stop herself. Her hips were grinding against the Malice’s cock. She sobbed. “I don’t want this…”

“That’s not what your body is saying,” The Malice cooed. She guided Helena up to her tip. “Here. I bet you want more. I would guess that your pathetic body craves nothing more than to be filled.”

No matter how the tiny fairy shook her head, the Malice still pressed her tip into her quivering cunt. Or, well, she tried. It was far too small to fit her. Helena hissed with pain. She screwed her eyes shut and pushed uselessly away. Not that her struggles lasted long. Her body still tried to grind on that meat. She was wet, and her body craved cock. All she could do was let it.

The Malice grew impatient rather quickly. Her tentacles whipped around. One slipped into that sopping cunt. The other dug into her ass hole with painful vigor. Their soft, plant-like flesh had an easier time filling the tiny woman. Helena yelped. Her legs kicked on instinct. “Fuck!”

Each tentacle filled Helena to the brim. Her mind went white. Shocks of pleasure rocked her tiny frame. Her juices slickened her invaders, allowing them to pump into her with great speed. Each time they did, they got a little wider. Filled her a little more. Stretched her cunt and ass to their absolute limits. Helena’s eyes rolled. She could not help but moan at the assault. Her hips pounded back against the tentacles on their own. Helena was a monster. A horrible creature for enjoying her treatment. Yet, she could not stop. It felt too good. She wanted more.

The Malice turned Helena around so that she could pull her into a kiss. As cruel as she was, she tasted oddly sweet. There was a hint of moss and loam. Of morning dew fresh on the leaves of an ancient tree. Helena leaned into it. She danced tongues with her rapist. Let her take control of every part of her body. It felt too good not to. Helena’s feet pressed against the Malice, giving her enough traction to start bouncing on the tentacles. Her hands came up on instinct to squeeze and grope the Malice’s fat tits.

“Oh my,” The Malice said as she broke the kiss. A string of slobber connected them in their debauchery. “So needy. Where was all of this energy when we were fighting?”

“I hope your death is… Is painful and cruel,” Helena managed between moans.

“If I were to die, you would lose out on such bliss. It would be a shame for both of us.”

Helena looked away, only for the Malice to grab her chin and force her back into a deep kiss. A kiss one could almost describe as loving. Helena melted into her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she kissed her back. The Malice shoved the tentacles in one last time, to the thickest part of them. Then she pulled them free. Helena whined. Her hips bucked uselessly into the air. The Malice laughed. She groped the tiny fairy’s ass for a moment before she spread it.

“Prepare yourself, little one.” The Malice whispered.

There was no time to respond before the Malice’s tip pushed into Helena’s rump. The tiny fairy’s eyes bulged. She screamed into her rapist’s mouth. Her legs twitched in pain. Just the tip alone made her feel so full. So impossibly full. It burned. Her ass tore from the sheer girth. That pressure felt better than anything she had ever experienced, yet hurt more than any blade or arrow could manage. She felt it in her throat. Felt it in her chest. Felt it fill every part of her being until all that was left was cock.

The Malice was not a gentle lover. She pumped and tore and stuffed and fucked until the poor fairy’s ass was in tatters. Helena went limp against her chest. Bloody drool flecked her lips. Every part of her was stretched to its limits, then pushed beyond. Bones snapped. Skin ached. Helena was so blindingly full. Her vision faded fast, leaving her with only that pleasurable destruction. She kicked once. Twice. Then all that was left was a corpse for the Malice to ruin.

When the orgasm came, it came hard. Cum gushed from every hole. Helena’s stomach stretched to its limits. The skin thinned until it could take it no longer. There was a wretched pop. Helena’s belly split in two. It sprayed the Malice with a cascade of guts and gore. Bloody cum drenched her chest. Some soaked her face, which she licked up with a pleasurable hum. Intestines splatted over her shoulder. Bits of stomach painted her belly. Helena’s corpse merely shuddered before going completely still.

The Malice laughed and tugged the woman free of her girth with a wet shlick. She gathered the various chunks of organ, then stuffed them haphazardly into the gaping, cummy hole. “What a mess. You shall be a pain to reanimate later, but such a tight hole… I could not give it up.”

It was much harder to pose Helena without her guts spilling when she moved. The Malice eventually decided on a fairly relaxed sitting up pose that showed off the ragged cum hole. Spunk oozed out onto the stony skin as it transformed, only to turn to stone itself. The Malice stroked Helena’s hair as the fairy shifted. Changed. Yet another statue to add to the collection. Perhaps she would pose her in a garden with the others. It would be a beautiful place to plough her prey.

Movement caught the Malice’s eye. A rose sprouted up under her feet. Then another. First pink, then purple, then a deep crimson. She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, my.”

The Malice leapt into the air, narrowly dodging a vine that tore up from the ground. She landed several feet away. Her dress flowed as she spun around to face her new opponent. There stood a rather tall fairy. Taller than the Malice. Her skin was milky white, and her auburn eyes glittered playfully. Tulips and lilies were laced through her long, flowing, crimson hair. Brilliant green wings caught light and glittered in the flashes of lightning. Her dress, red as blood, flowed in the wind. The top of her tits were out, but the fabric covered most of her body. A slit at the front allowed for a flirtatious quirk of her leg. “I’d say I was jealous, were I not in a battle for life or death.” Even her voice sang with pleasure.

“It could be yours to play with as well, if you so wish.” The Malice swung her blood-soaked dick back and forth. Viscera dripped down its tip. Rain made the gore run in rivulets down her chest. “All you must do is ask.”

“I’m not so easy as to give in like that. If you want to fill me with that monster, then you must catch me first.”

The words were said with a playful tease. She dropped her chest to show off her tits, bouncing them to tantalise the Malice. The monster’s cock sprang to life. What was the Malice if not a sucker for fat, wet tits? Beads of precum dripped to the grass. She grinned, then darted toward the lesser fairy. Her prey laughed a musical sort of laugh. She took flight, matching the Malice in speed.

Together, the two danced through the battlefield. They dodged swinging blades. Ducked under spells that ripped through the air. Any time the Malice got close, the fairy dodged away. Always just inches from the monster’s grasp. Never quite close enough to catch. The fairy turned a sharp corner, nearly running into her ally. “Shit– sorry!”

The ally was none other than Nimain, who hissed, “Carmine! What are you doing? Why– Oh, no.”

Nimain narrowly dodged the coming bullet that was the Malice. Carmine flashed her a thumbs-up as she continued her mad dash. The Malice paid her little mind. All she cared for was the playful fae.

Carmine leapt up onto a building, “For such a cruel bastard, I would have thought you were faster. Come on. Don’t you want to stuff my perky little pussy full of your cum? I’d love to see you try.” Carmine bounced her tits at the Malice. She was soaked, the fabric of her dress clinging to her. Her nipples were clear through the sheer fabric. “You’re so cute when you’re racing after me like that.”

“Your tone implies you do not understand the threat you face.” The Malice hopped up onto the building. “Let us end this game of cat and mouse. Hold still so that I may fuck you.”

“So needy! So pathetic.” Carmine cooed.

The Malice lunged, and Carmine took to the air. She only made it a couple of feet before the Malice grabbed onto her ankle. Her grip was steel. Carmine cried out. She looked down with wide eyes. Kicking got her nowhere. The harder she fought, the stronger the Malice’s grip. Her dress lifted in the wind, revealing her perky rump and winking cunt.

“What was that about pathetic?” The Malice drew her sword and played with the weight of it in one hand. Carmine swallowed hard. She was about to retort, but the Malice cut her off. “It seems you are the pathetic one now.”

“Calm down. If you slice me up, we won’t be able to fuck!”

“I am not above filling a corpse with my cum.”

“Y-Yeah, but,” Carmine searched desperately for words. For some way to convince her foe. “Don’t you want me to play along? I could moan for you. Be all sexy.”

The Malice seemed to consider it. She lifted Carmine’s dress to take in the fairy’s holes. They were winking with adrenaline. The Malice leaned in to trail her tongue over her pussy. It tasted of sweat and sweetness. “Hmmm… A tempting offer, but your cunt seems rather tight. I just had a tight little pussy. It may be best if I try one a bit more stretched out.

Carmine looked back in confusion, only to scream when she saw the blade rushing at her. She tried to kick free one last time. It was no use. The sword came fast, and the Malice’s grip was too strong. Metal plunged deep into her. It carved through the opening in her cunt and tore through the flesh with ease. Carmine cried out. Shocks of pain made her vision blur white. Her legs kicked on their own, which only made the blade shred up more of her insides. She fluttered her wings as if that would get her any higher. Any further away. There was no escaping it. No escaping the agony. Especially when the Malice yanked Carmine further onto it.

Blood filled the lesser fairy’s mouth. Carmine felt the pressure of the blade as it punched through organs. The only hesitation was when it hit bone. The Malice just shoved it to the side and kept going. Metal pushed against the inside of her throat. Carmine gurgled as her eyes rolled back. Her jaw fell open. From the growing sea of blood came the glint of metal. The tip of the sword pushed up until it was hanging out of her mouth. Carmine’s wings twitched. Her legs thrashed uselessly in the air. Then she dropped still.

The Malice chuckled to herself. She twisted Carmine around on the blade. Her throat bulged along with the moving metal, and her pussy was shredded by its edge. Torn into a much bigger hole. The Malice rubbed her dick over the woman’s bloody clit. “Much better. Such a tease… perhaps I will put you in the garden as well. It would be a pleasure to hear your lovely voice.” She paused and sighed. Her gaze darted to her stalwart horse, who carried the burden of so many statue-ified fae. “Although I may be too greedy for my own good. Not every creature I kill must become a statue in my garden.”

A small huff was all the skeletal horse replied with. The Malice was about to continue when a blast of magic hit her hard from behind. She dropped Carmine, who landed hilt-first. It shoved even deeper. Pushed out even farther. Carmine crumpled to her knees, held up straight only by the weapon punched through her. Bloody tears rolled down her cheeks. Her skin was already pale from blood loss and death.

The Malice sighed through her nose. She looked down at her meal, then waved a hand over her. Such a humiliating pose would make the perfect decorative holder for her sword. At least that solved that issue. It was not greedy if she had a plan for where to put the sexy little slut. The Malice did not flinch when another bolt of fire cracked across her back. She turned to face the source. “I am busy. If you will run along, that would be preferred.”

There stood Nora. Her tall, slender form was framed with the massive, silver wings of her dragon. Its head snaked up along her chin. Her black dress and the ribbons that laced up her arms whipped in the wind. The storm was reaching its apex. Nora strode forward. Her tone was cruel. Enraged. “Mother. Today, I will kill you where you stand.”

“Mother is a strong word. You may have come from me, but you are hardly my kin.”

Nora’s shoulders sagged. Just a little. A subtle giveaway to how crushing those words were. “I come from you. From your power. Is it not within my right to call you as I wish?”

The Malice cackled. Her tentacles, the ones that were not fondling Carmine’s rapidly freezing body, whipped back and forth with her amusement. “Right? You have no right to any of this. You could have come to me. Served me, as is your place as my spawn. Instead, you play friends with lesser creatures. Ones that would not treat you with so much love if they knew of your origin.”

“Enough of this.” Nora hissed. She drew a rapier from her belt and pointed it at the Malice. “You have killed my true kin. Those who offered me love in my time of hell. Fight me with honour, or die like a coward on my blade.”

The Malice used a tentacle to draw her blade from its stony sheath. “So be it.”

With a flick of her sword, the Malice shot a blast of flame. It came in a roaring column that Nora sidestepped with only a few inches to spare. The flowing fabric of her dress was scorched to cinders. She darted toward the Malice, ducking under another blast. Nora was at her side in an instant. Her rapier barely missed the Malice’s side, tearing a ragged into the monster’s skirt. The Malice deflected with her sword. Several tentacles shot out to grab Nora. Two were severed in a flash of silver. A third met the jaws of her dragon, who tore it clean off.

Simle leapt over Nora and lunged at her foe. His claws shredded at her front while his jaws snapped at her face. The Malice brought up her sword between its teeth. Silvery dragon’s blood oozed across it from where it carved into his gums. She stepped back enough that only her tits took the brunt of his attack. He tore apart the front of her dress, leaving her boobs to bounce out for all the world to see. The tops of them were mangled by his razor claws.

The Malice hissed. She shoved the dragon back, then caught Nora’s blade with her own. “You move quickly for one so weak.”

Nora danced back, blocking blow after blow. Each glanced off her blade. Every one was narrowly kept from hitting her body. Her dress tore. The ribbons were scattered like confetti. Nora tripped on the shred of fabric that once covered her bountiful hips and thick, juicy cock. The Malice lurched forward. She took the opportunity to swing her blade for her prey’s throat. It was inches away. Nora could feel death knocking at her door.

There was a loud thud as Simle crashed bodily into the Malice. She hissed, tentacles wrapping around the beast’s throat and limbs. They were not strong enough to move him. He tore at them with his teeth or blasted them with a wave of ice. Each fell in a matter of seconds. The angle was too awkward to properly stab the beast through his ivory hide. Simle slammed a foot down on her chest. His claws tore into the soft skin. He flicked his tongue out to taste her. The Malice growled. She turned her head away from its chilling breath. “Enough! Release me this instant, or I shall tear you both asunder and rape your useless bodies.”

“Mother, do not act so foolishly.” Nora stood over the beast. The tip of her rapier pressed against the Malice’s throat. “You have fallen. Give up, and I may allow you to live.”

“Never.”

“So be it,” Nora growled, a tone to match the woman’s beneath her.

Simle slid back just a little so that he could spread his legs. His dick slid from its sheath, the flesh a strange blue color. Spikes as sharp as his master’s rapier ran up its sides and circled the large, flat tip. Precum oozed out. It was as cold as ice. The Malice shivered at its touch. She thrashed uselessly. Nora kicked the sword from her hand, then stepped on her wrist. That kept the Malice from using her somatic components for her spells. At least, it would be enough to keep her from casting magic while Simle got his taste of the prey.

The dragon lifted the Malice’s legs. His tip dug into her plump rump. Spikes tore through the soft flesh and used the resulting blood as all of the lube that he would need. Simle pressed against the hole. His flat head was too large and wide to fit inside. The Malice hissed. Her blood soaked the grass under her ass. “Stop this!”

Nora gestured for Simle to keep going, not that he needed the permission. He pulled back for just a moment before burying himself in all at once. The sound the Malice made was no scream. She would never allow herself to sound so afraid. No– it was something more primordial. Something that shook the earth around her. A sound that echoed more in Nora’s mind than in her ears. The Malice twitched against the intruder. Her ass lifted, desperately trying to accommodate the beast's massive girth. She gritted her teeth. The Malice’s free hand gripped his leg. Every movement made her soft insides tear.

Simle groaned. The velvety insides of his prey were heavenly. He punched through the lining of the Malice’s ass. Her guts squirmed around his beastly cock. Another one of those wretched, almost-screams shook the air. The Malice hissed, “You would do this to the one you call mother?”

“Make sure it hurts when she dies, Simle.” Nora crushed the Malice’s wrist beneath her foot.

Simle was more than happy to oblige. He pounded into the Malice with reckless abandon. Spikes hooked into flesh, dragging out bits of it whenever he pulled back. The Malice could only thrash about. Whenever the remains of her tentacles shot out at her foes, Nora sliced them clean off. Simle growled. He bit into the Malice’s shoulder as he thrust harder. Faster. His monstrous cock tore her apart.

“To think I used to think of my mother as a proper foe. Yet, here you lie, being raped by my beast. Fitting.” Nora tried to ignore how her own dick throbbed at the sight. It was rising rapidly as she watched her servant rape her mother. “Goodbye, Malice. May your soul be scattered so that we never see you again. May you understand the suffering you have brought to my real family.”

The Malice gurgled through the blood that rose in her throat. Her struggles weakened the more her insides were torn apart. She weakly grabbed and tugged at Simle’s leg. He burrowed himself to the root. Short, sharp jerks shredded what was left of the monster’s intestines. The dragon growled into his bite. Ice crystals formed where his teeth sank in. One last jerk. One last pump of that monstrous cock. Then Simle came.

Simle’s spunk was sort of slushy and certainly as cold as the frozen seas. He let out an animalistic snarl as he pumped wave after wave of dragon jizz into the once-powerful woman’s ass. What internals were left were given near-instant frostbite. More and more cum poured out of him. It mixed with the blood in the Malice’s throat. Gushed through the gaps where he had torn through her ass. There was so much of it that even those releases were not enough to relieve pressure. More cum kept cumming. The Malice’s belly stretched. The skin thinned as her body turned into little more than a spunk balloon. Her eyes rolled back. Whatever functioning organs she had left were both frozen and crushed by the sheer amount of cum.

The pop of the Malice’s belly was loud enough to drown out the thunder.

Icy spunk and chunks of intestine shot into the air. They gushed out of the Malice like a fucked up fountain. She twitched as more of her insides were ejected. Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out one last howling scream. Her ragged belly was split, leaving a massive hole behind. The last few shots of dragon cum shot out from it and hit the Malice in her face. She went still only when Simle pulled free.

Nora stepped back. “Is it… over?” Simle slid over to his master’s side and nuzzled into her hand. She scratched him, more out of instinct than acknowledgement. Her gaze was glued to the ragged body. “I hate to admit it, but… Fuck. She looks so hot busted open. Perhaps… No. I should not.”

Nora stepped back, only for Simle to nudge her rump. He grumbled knowingly. She hesitated. “That is my mother. Or something of the sort. It would make me no better than her.”

Simle huffed. He shoved Nora’s butt a little harder, which made her stumble and nearly crash into the body. The fae could not help but chuckle. She lifted the Malice’s head by the hair and stared at it. Her jaw was slack. Bloody, spunky drool oozed past her lip. Nora’s dick twitched.

“Perhaps it is karma,” Nora whispered. She hesitated a moment longer before pressing her tip into the Malice’s mouth.

It was colder than Nora expected, probably because of all of Simle’s cum. She felt a strange mix of excitement and horror at her actions. Had she not spent her whole life saying she would be better than her mother? She swallowed that pride quick when she shoved down the Malice’s throat and realised just how good it felt. Nora groaned with pleasure. She fucked her mother’s face slowly. It was almost sentimental. “She’s so tight… Fuck.”

Nora took her time fucking her mother. She was so lost in the pleasure that she hardly processed the world around her. It was tight. Tasted of revenge. She fucked the woman for every life she took and every lost moment of joy. Nora was getting close. The thick beads of her precum slid down the Malice’s throat. She sped up. Her cock slammed into the chilly slurry. Nora did not notice the Malice’s eyes focus on her until she felt her mother’s throat tighten around her cock.

“Shit!” Nora sputtered. She was so shocked that her body slammed forward on its own. It rooted itself as deep down the Malice’s throat as it could manage. Orgasm came crashing into her, leaving her a shaking mess. Waves of spunk pumped into her mother. Nora teared up. “No! Fuck! You’re supposed to be dead!”

The Malice swallowed down her daughter’s cum with a pleasurable hum. She pulled herself free and pushed the shaking woman back. Nora tripped, landing on her ass. Her eyes widened with horror as she watched the Malice’s body stitch itself back together. “To your credit, you and your little pet did kill me in the conventional sense. My body had no life. I am simply too strong to die in such a way.”

Nora scrambled back. She lifted her hand to order her dragon, but the Malice beat her to the punch. Her spell was quick. Words of ancient magic flowed through the air. Glowing, black chains burst from the ground and wrapped around Simle’s throat and chest. He growled. Thrashed. The chains kept his icy blast down. Simle strained against the restraints, but could do little more than watch.

The Malice crawled toward Nora. She straddled her daughter’s legs. Their dicks pressed together. Their precum dripped together. The Malice leaned in close enough that Nora could smell the cum on her breath. “You tasted delicious. Perhaps you are of my seed.”

Nora drove her knee up, only for the Malice to shove it aside. She spread her daughter’s legs so that she had full access to her ass. Her thumbs groped the soft flesh. Nora shook her head no. “Stop. You can’t do this. I won!?”

“Not quite.” The Malice pushed her blood-soaked tip into Nora’s rump.

The lesser fairy squirmed under her mother’s grip. Tears streamed down her face. She winced as the tip stretched her ass. It seemed to get bigger the further down she went. Nora’s breath shook, the few times she could manage a gasp through the pain. She tried to claw at the Malice. Tried to tear, bite, and kick. Tentacles shot down and held down her wrist and ankles. One wrapped around her throat. It cut off almost all of her airflow, leaving just enough that Nora would stay conscious long enough to suffer.

The Malice grinned as she filled her daughter-turned-lover. “Now you know how all of those pathetic fairies felt when I fucked them until they broke. You will go out just as the rest of your supposed family had. Then, perhaps, I will display you in the garden with them. If you are a good girl, I may even allow you to meet them again for my amusement.”

Nora choked out what might have once been words. More tears streaked down her face. Her struggles weakened, but never stopped. Her ass tried to push the Malice out. All that did was pleasure her mother more. Nora sobbed through the lack of oxygen. The Malice wiped away her tears with a finger. It would have been a loving gesture were it not so perverted. She slammed her cock inside. With every thrust, she pushed in deeper and harder. Stuffed Nora to bursting. The length of it pushed deep into her ass. At about the halfway point, it tore through the fleshy lining.

The Malice kept pumping, even when she hit guts. She moaned at the feeling of them squirming around her girth. “You feel amazing. Such a delicious body. So tight. Does it not feel good for you, too, if only a little? You did fuck my body. Such perversions are clearly not above you.”

Whether Nora’s face reddened with shame or suffocation was unclear. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her hips went limp, too weak to fight the brutal pounding. All she could do was lie there and take it. Blood squirted out when the Malice thrusted. It oozed down her legs and joined the puddle from when the dragon raped. Nora’s head was fuzzy. She could feel herself slipping away. Killed by the very woman who created her. She weakly grasped for her rapier. One last attempt to survive. Then the Malice came, suddenly stuffing Nora so full that her body went rigid. The pressure pushed at her belly as cum pounded deep inside.

Nora’s body stretched, her insides being crushed under the weight of the cum and the girth of the Malice’s dick. It poured from her mouth and left her stunned. Whatever life that was left was snuffed out by the sheer amount of it. Nora kicked one more time. Then she was gone. Simle let out a pained howl. The Malice rolled her eyes. “I’ll bring her back eventually.” She gestured to one of the elves who had just escaped a fight nearby. “Take this beast back to our camp. We will break it and make it ours.”

The elf saluted, leaving the Malice to her prey. She scooped up her daughter and held her close. A small sigh escaped her. Her spell came with ease by that point. Stone spread across Nora’s skin. It wrapped over her cum-stuffed belly. Froze her limbs in place. Unlike the others, there was no sexiness to her pose. Just Nora being held gently like a baby. The Malice brought her to her horse and set her beside the others. She paused a moment to look over her prizes. A smirk played on her lips. Rowena’s body was a bit difficult to dislodge from the bottom of the pile, but she managed it with some effort.

The spell to undo the statue-ification was the easy part. It took the Malice some concentration and crushing a small crystal in her hands to return Rowena to life. She sprinkled the crystal dust over the woman’s body. Flesh bound itself back together. Every wound was stitched with magical threads. When they dissipated, there was no sign the Malice had ever done any harm. Her skin was back to being soft and pale. Even the callouses on her hands were swept away. One would hardly believe the battle was even happening.

Rowena looked around with foggy eyes. “What… the fuck?-- Malice!”

The Malice grinned. She grabbed Rowena and leapt up onto a building. “That is not a nice way to greet the woman who saved your life.”

“I’d rather be dead,” Rowena spat. Her nervous gaze darted down to the massive, bloody cock. She swallowed hard. “Release me.”

“I will do no such thing. Besides, you do not want me to release you. Can you not feel it? The effects of my magic?” The Malice laughed. She dragged Rowena down to her lap, pressing the fairy’s clit against her cock. “You want to stay. You wish to take all of my cock. Do not deny yourself. You deserve some consolation prize while we watch the fall of your people.”

Rowena sputtered. She whined when she felt exactly what the Malice described. A strange, sickening heat boiled between her legs. Desire. She hated it. Before she could stop herself, her hips rolled against that beastly dick. Rowena squirmed. She hated how her body moaned. “Why? No… I don’t…”

The Malice grabbed Rowena by the hair and forced her head forward. “Go on. Grind on me while you watch your people die.”

To Rowena’s credit, she tried to stop. Her body would not let her. She pressed her whole body into the warmth of that monster’s dick and humped it with shaking hips. Tears bubbled up. She felt sick, but she could not stop. It felt too good. Little sparks of pleasure warmed her insides. Her gaze darted upward, only to find that the Malice was right. The few fairies left on her side that had not been killed were being dragged to the center of the square. Once there, they were pinned to the mud and fucked. Dark elves and Red Caps stuffed their every hole. They were ruined. Destroyed. Many would die in the process. Those were the lucky ones.

“You… fffuck…” Rowena moaned. “You’re a monster.”

“Yet you rub yourself against a monster’s dick. So much for a powerful leader. Pathetic whore. I am certain what’s left of your people will love to see how you have fallen.”