In the midst of rebellion and war, a mad king plots to overthrow his enemies, but when his First General refuses to obey insane orders, the king gives the general's daughter to the ogre warlord Razog.
An unwitting pawn of the king's political machinations, Mina finds herself sacrificed to a fearsome monster, but soon she learns that what she must fear most is her own desire.
Warning: This 6,000 word story contains explicit adult content, including a fierce ogre warlord deflowering an innocent young maiden in his dark lair!
Excerpt:
The Royal Guardsmen pushed her through into a dark chamber and guided her to the center of the room. Mina looked around in confusion. "Where are we? What..."
"Raise your arms," one of the guards said.
Mina obeyed, and the man grabbed her wrists in one gauntleted hand and reached up to grab a loop of rope hanging from the ceiling above her head.
Mina's eyes darted wildly around, trying to see in the feeble light pouring through the doorway. The big, empty cell had high ceilings and walls cut out of the bedrock itself, but the far end of the chamber was shrouded in darkness.
Mina realized suddenly that the Guardsmen, the King's best fighters, were scared. Two of them stood with their pikes lowered, staring at the darkness with wide eyes while their comrade tightened the rope around her wrists.
When the rope was secured, the soldiers hurried out and slammed the iron door behind them. Mina's heart began to race. For the first time, she began to wonder if perhaps the king hadn't been bluffing.
A deep chuffing sound confirmed her worst fears, and she began to tremble as she stared into the darkness. Something moved in that darkness, something far bigger than a man. She heard the rattle of old, thick chains dragging across a stone floor.
"I smell maiden flesh," a deep voice rumbled, dragging out the last word as though savoring its taste.
An unwitting pawn of the king's political machinations, Mina finds herself sacrificed to a fearsome monster, but soon she learns that what she must fear most is her own desire.
Warning: This 6,000 word story contains explicit adult content, including a fierce ogre warlord deflowering an innocent young maiden in his dark lair!
Excerpt:
The Royal Guardsmen pushed her through into a dark chamber and guided her to the center of the room. Mina looked around in confusion. "Where are we? What..."
"Raise your arms," one of the guards said.
Mina obeyed, and the man grabbed her wrists in one gauntleted hand and reached up to grab a loop of rope hanging from the ceiling above her head.
Mina's eyes darted wildly around, trying to see in the feeble light pouring through the doorway. The big, empty cell had high ceilings and walls cut out of the bedrock itself, but the far end of the chamber was shrouded in darkness.
Mina realized suddenly that the Guardsmen, the King's best fighters, were scared. Two of them stood with their pikes lowered, staring at the darkness with wide eyes while their comrade tightened the rope around her wrists.
When the rope was secured, the soldiers hurried out and slammed the iron door behind them. Mina's heart began to race. For the first time, she began to wonder if perhaps the king hadn't been bluffing.
A deep chuffing sound confirmed her worst fears, and she began to tremble as she stared into the darkness. Something moved in that darkness, something far bigger than a man. She heard the rattle of old, thick chains dragging across a stone floor.
"I smell maiden flesh," a deep voice rumbled, dragging out the last word as though savoring its taste.