3 Fantasy Darwinism (18+)

Aralynn Lazarus smiled at the sight of the goods, marching her way up the stage. It wasn't every day that they'd catch so many slaves in a single swoop. After all, very few attempted to cross the Fractured Tops - even more so when the Aunuth Peninsula was a powder barrel waiting to explode with the flames of war.

Well, it wasn't like she cared about the current affairs of the inferior creatures from above, but she wasn't one to complain while with a full belly. Actually, she was quite glad that she'd come personally to buy the new batch instead of just sending one of her underlings in her stead. Those amateurs would no doubt mess it up.

She could thank the nun later for the 'heads-up' - if she could even call it as such.

'An enormous shift of mana...' She repeated the words in her mind as she analyzed every one in the podium, 'I can't notice anything special about these.'

One glance at Nelina Duskcaller and her suspicion was confirmed. If her displeased expression was anything to go by, then it seemed like the Head Nun couldn't find whatever it was that she was after.

'Lovely... they already harness too much power in the Council. If it's up to that old crone, then it won't take much for them to overthrow the current administration.' She watched the others from the sidelines as she planned her schemes. Overall, it could be said that it was one of her main qualities other than being the owner of the Flesh Pit. After all, while their community wasn't that big, information dealing would always be important - no matter the place or time.

'Ah~ not like it matters who dictates what goes around in here. As long as it isn't the current leader, then it can't be any worse.' She shook her head from her thoughts before focusing back on the elf huntresses chaining the slaves to the ground. She had to pay attention to what was about to happen; it was her favorite part about the auction.

The few chosen to stay beside the nun were all promptly chained to the ground, both their feet and arms locked inside ritual circles drawn on the rocky floor. All of them - without exception - had a cock at least 7-inches long. The bigger the better. The few who were put to auctioning were also restrained, but on higher ground from where they could watch the on-going ritual.

"This never gets old..." She muttered, almost failing to hold back from giggling.

As dictated by law, if you were the one who captured a slave, then you'd instantly become their owner. A huge part of their economy was built around that market, and most would try to become huntresses in order to fetch good money or even get some servants. They could sell them in the auction, keep them, or... perform the siphoning ritual by paying a small tax to a nun - which was exactly what was happening.

It had become a tradition by now to do so before starting the auction. It did, after all, set a good example for the rest of the slaves.

Immediately, the huntresses undressed in front of their chosen ones, their extra members coming into the light. Every single one of the prisoners - without fail - were always surprised by the strange addition to their bodies. Well, the very fact that elves still roamed the upper lands this very day and age was a huge shocker as well. But who was counting?

A quick spell made by Nelina's sisters sufficed to shut up the panicking people.

"Don't you dare touch my-" A woman who was up to sale was hit by the spell as well.

'Someone's wife? Oh my, she will do perfectly to my Pit.' Aralynn licked her lips in delight. The broken ones were always easier to train.

Finally, they continued the ritual by sitting on top of the restrained males. Try as much as they did though, there was no escape from it.

Taking their cock inside, the elves rocked their hips up and down on the victims, jerking off and moaning while taking pleasure from their sacrificial lamb's panicked expressions.

"Ahhh~" One of them moaned, shooting her jizz inside her slave's open mouth. He coughed, his hips unconsciously thrusting forward. All around him, female sultry moans filled the chamber, making his predicament even harder. Although terrified for his life, he couldn't help but feel aroused and extremely turned on. He felt his body quickly losing control of itself, embracing the warmth of his slaver's pussy walls. Perhaps, due to an inner instinct to lay his seed before dying, his dick quickly got to the edge, his eyes pleading for more.

It was at that moment though, that she raised her hips, leaving him on the edge of pleasure - thoroughly denied. A black-tail grew out of her lower back, with a suction hole at its end, and as the cacophony of moans and the clash of flesh reached its crescendo, it enveloped his throbbing dick to its very base. A gasp escaped his lips as he felt a thin tentacle penetrating his phallus all the way inside.

Then, a shock went through it, reaching his very prostate. For a measly second, everything blanked out, the sheer blissfulness pushing his mind to the brink of madness. His eyes went up to his head, his thighs thrusting forward erratically as he sought more of that bliss.

The elf moaned, biting her lips as she stared at the trembling figure beneath her feet. Her cock got hard yet again, but this time it grew a bit more than its original size.

She couldn't help but tremble, her mana capacity increasing as she sucked away the man's life. His body withered under her heels, a happy smile being his last expression. When she finally extracted her tail, all there was left behind was a tiny-sized cock and a cold body.

A minute of silence went across the room, all men selected for the ritual already dead. Casting a glance at the crowd on the podium, Aralynn admired each one of their expressions. Terrified - Shocked - In Denial.

She relished at what she saw.