The atmosphere in the land of the elves was oppressive, filled with despair. For hundreds of years, the people lived under oppression, deprived of happiness. The king and the aristocracy, mired in debauchery and the struggle for power, ignored the suffering of their subjects. They eliminated rivals, raped women, attacked human lands, stealing slaves. Half-elves, born from violence, were considered second-class creatures, rejected by society.
In the luxurious chambers of the palace, Desem Hogan, the king of the elves, lay on a bed. His long white hair flowed down his muscular body, emphasizing his sculpted abs. His heterochromic eyes - one white, the other black - radiated arrogance. Having struck an elf in thin clothes that barely covered her chest, he watched as she flew back to the wall, falling with a crash and clutching her reddened cheek. Coldly, he said:
"Get out. You are disgusting. You should take care of the children you bore from me."
Tears poured from her eyes and she ran away. Desem, not paying attention, turned his gaze to the other girls cowering in the corner. He spat with a hiss:
"Abomination. Useless. Out!"
The elves, trembling, rushed to the exit. Desem, sighing, muttered:
Is there really nothing worthwhile in this country?"
His thoughts returned to the woman he had once broken and raped with pleasure. His member came to life at the memory, but she was dead. He remembered the rumors of his daughter, a strong half-elf in a human country, and thought:
Take her? Make more children with her?
The device hardened, as if agreeing.
Lazily strolling through the palace, Desem stopped at the paintings of past kings. Their confident looks irritated him. Frowning, he threw one to the floor, arrogantly declaring:
"I, Desem Hogan, am the greatest ruler of the elves! No one can compare to me!"
Noticing the servants, he pointed his finger:
"Burn the paintings of the past kings! Hang mine! And even more statues all over the country!"
The servants, bowing, hurried to carry out the order. There were already plenty of statues of Desem, but the paintings were quickly removed. As he continued his walk, he felt the cool air on his skin. From the heights of the palace, he surveyed the domain and suddenly froze. Below, in the garden, he saw an elf whose beauty struck him. Her snow-white skin, silver hair, blue eyes, as if guarding clouds, and long ears, trembling sweetly, enchanted him. Her lush breasts bounced as she sniffed the flowers, creating an idyllic picture. Desem's device came to life, he swallowed.
He came down arrogantly and approached. The elf, noticing him, bowed respectfully. Desem, grabbing her by the chin, made her shudder and asked:
"Who are you?"
"I... the new gardener, I take care of the flowers," she answered, trembling.
"Really?" he chuckled. "You're coming with me."
Without asking, he grabbed her hand and led her into the chambers. She screamed:
"Ow! It hurts!"
Tears flowed down her cheeks, but Desem, not paying attention, threw her on the bed. She fell with a slight cry:
"Ee-eee!"
With wide eyes she asked:
"What's going on?"
Desem unbuckled his belt, his member appeared before her. The elf froze in horror. He said haughtily:
"You will be suitable for the evening. Your future depends on your efforts."
Hovering over her, he brought his face close, their breaths mingling. His hand slid to her breast, squeezing it. She let out a sharp sigh: "Ahh!"
Tearing off the fabric, he exposed her tempting breasts with protruding nipples. Raising his cock, he prepared to insert it into her, but her hand suddenly touched his balls. Desem, surprised, looked at her, expecting submission, but saw a smirk. Her gaze made him flinch.
"What…" he began, but unbearable pain pierced him. He screamed, furiously and painfully: "AAH! Damn it!"
Reeling back, he grabbed his groin, blood flowing between his fingers. Pale, he stared at the elf. She held his bloody testicles, her smile was malicious. Desem, in anger and arrogance, shouted:
"What the hell are you doing, bitch?! Do you want to die? After torturing you, I will send you to the beastmen!"
Desem was so angry that it was impossible to express in words, and how dare they do this to him! How dare this woman, no, bitch! Do this to him? No one in this country dared to do this to him!
Her sinister laughter filled the room:
"He-he-he!"
Desem swallowed, goosebumps spreading from her. Her blue eyes turned black with orange rings, glowing ominously. He shouted:
"Who are you, creature?!"
Yes, love and favor Maylena, Goddess of Chaos and Evil, lover of flowers and destroyer of other people's eggs. I present to you:
"Your worst nightmare."
Maylena purred, a mischievous gleam in her eyes and licked her lips.
***
Desem, breathing heavily, glared at Maylena, who was playing with his bloody balls, rolling them in her fingers. Crossing her legs, she smiled cheerfully, enjoying his rage. Maylena, giggling, began:
"Do these balls really make you kings of the world? Pompous, important, do you think the whole world should fall at your feet because of that thing between your legs?" She laughed.
She couldn't understand why that thing always attracted so much attention? As if if you had it, then the whole world should kiss you and cherish you? And all women should worship you? Maylena didn't think so, and she would prove it.
In her opinion, the world should belong only to women, and only love between them should bloom and smell sweet. And as for men, they should die and disappear in agony.
Yes, her deepest desire is to remove all men from the universe, dividing them by zero, and so that only women remain, where they could enjoy each other to their heart's content.
Desem's face turned red with anger. Her mockery was too much for him. With a roar, he released magic, streams of energy gushed from his body, destroying the ceiling. The whirlwind rose, the furniture cracked, the walls collapsed under the pressure. But Maylena remained unharmed, lazily throwing him the testicles:
"Okay, okay, why are you so worked up? So what, you lost your balls. Why are you so fired up?"
Desem, clenching his fist until his bones crunched, roared:
"Bitch!"
He aimed his palm, gathering a clot of magic, but his hand suddenly twisted at an unnatural angle. Desem screamed in pain: "Aaah! Damn it!"
His hand hung limply, and he stared at Maylena, not understanding. She, with feigned surprise, sang:
"What happened? Did your hand twist? You should have worked it less, if you understand!" She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. With her bloody hand, she smeared blood over her body.
Desem, retreating, decided to run, despite his pride. Revenge can wait, the most important thing now is to survive! But at the exit, he stumbled, his face slashing across the floor. The skin was torn off, he howled:
"Aaah! Damn it!"
Trying to get up, he leaned on his hands, but his body felt heavy. Looking up, he saw in panic that one of his legs was missing. He screamed in horror:
"What the hell did you do?!"
Maylena shrugged innocently:
"Me? I didn't do anything."
Suddenly, a purring voice rang out in the room:
"Long time no see, daddy," the last word sounded slowly, syllable by syllable.
Desem, with difficulty pushing back his hair, saw a teenage girl with a braid. Her heterochromic eyes and two-tone hair resembled his. He exhaled:
"You..."
But a flash of pain interrupted him. The testicles, leg and arm were restored, but he did not have time to realize it. Maylena, laughing maliciously, said:
"It would be a shame if you died so quickly. It is possible to resurrect, but it is too early. Let's go to it gradually."
Desem tried to get up, but a sharp blade pierced his chest.
"Aaah! No!"
Blood spurted out, Zesshi, with an evil grin, pulled out her scythe and dealt a series of blows.
"Aaah! Stop! I beg you!"
Desem was in agony and complete humiliation. Like any living creature, he also knew pleasure and pain, but since he had experienced the former, it was logical to experience the latter, right?
Blood was pouring onto the floor and walls, but the green glow was healing him, preventing him from dying. Zesshi, splattered with blood, continued with a mad smile, her eyes sparkling. Maylena watched with amusement.
"Enough," Maylena said, and Zesshi stopped.
A snap of fingers - Desem woke up, looking around in confusion. His arrogance was replaced by fear. Maylena, leaning over, sang:
"No, no, you will not lose your mind. It is only just beginning."
The ring on her finger flared. Desem clutched his chest, exclaiming in bewilderment: "Ohhh!"
His manhood vanished, and female forms grew on his chest. He stared at them in shock. Maylena giggled mischievously:
"You like women? Then become one! If you like debauchery, then you don't mind friends?"
Demons emerged from the shadows, massive, with scaly bodies, horns, glowing eyes and clawed paws, their skin resembling charred stone. Some had spider-like limbs, others had spiky tails. Maylena clapped her hands and chanted:
"Ready to have some fun, boys?"
The demons growled in agreement:
"Grrr! Rrrah!"
Their members came to life. Desem's eyes widened in horror, he tried to scream, but the demon impaled his mouth on his cock without preamble. Others tore off his clothes, revealing Desem's lower lips. Without preparation, they plunged in, blood gushed. The demons clearly hadn't missed a single hole and happily occupied every available space, cackling and growling out loud. Tears gushed from Desem's eyes, pain mixed with a surge of pleasure. Maylena exclaimed:
"Look, Zesshi! He likes it! The tears are clearly from joy!
Zesshi's lips twitched, but she watched in fascination as her "father", the cause of her suffering, received his comeuppance. The demons continued, slaps and blows accompanying their movements. Desem's face distorted, his eyes rolled back, but the green glow brought him back to consciousness. The hymen was restored, torn again, blood flowed. The demon from behind, growling ("Rrr!"), grabbed Desem by the hair, lifting him up. Freeing her mouth, Desem screamed:
"Aaah! Stop it! Please, stop!"
Tears were flowing, but Maylena bowed her head and asked in surprise:
"You like it, right? I can tell by your satisfied face. Why are you complaining?"
Desem, with a lustful moan, looked at them with hatred. Maylena, winking, added:
"You want strong children? Give birth yourself, let's see what happens!"
The new demons surrounded Desem, their cackling and laughter filled the room: "Ha-ha! Grr-ha-ha!"
"No! I beg you, enough! In the name of the Gods, stop! "
Desem begged, but, as happens in the real world, no one heard his plea and cries for help.