Prologue: Dread

Fade looked down from his throne at the woman brought before him. Her slender arms were bound with chains. Her diamond-laced royal attire was ripped immodestly, exposing her supple breasts. Gnarled beastmen, former members of the Brute Legion, flanked their captive. They pushed the woman down to her knees in front of their newly crowned leader and liberator, the Dread Sorcerer Fade. The captive girl looked up at Fade, her dark eyes seething behind her crimson locks. A smirk grew across Fade's face. At last, he had the Adearathian Queen in his grasp. Her insolent husband, Emperor Tarthis had been a thorn in his side ever since Fade had come to this strange world. Not that he didn't like this new world, it was much more exciting than his previous one had been or could ever be. In this world Fade had more power and wealth than he could imagine.

"Leave us." Fade's eyes glowed purple as he commanded his brute servants to depart. The brutes filed out of the throne room; their lumbering forms hunched to clear the regular sized door. They were ill-suited traversing the sorcerer's tower. Fade noted that his minions had done well to separate the Queen from her escorts. He must remember to reward them later, perhaps he could give them a servant girl or two, yes, that would suffice. Fade considered himself a kind and fair master. It didn't matter that those under his service were generally compelled to listen to his every command. To Fade's tremendous disappointment, his powers didn't work on humans, faen or other species with greater intellect. Even the brutes he commanded had to be dumbed down through magical methods. That limitation didn't stop him from developing other ways to ply dissidents to his will.

"I'm honoured that you have accepted my invitation, Your Majesty." Fade stood up from his throne and descended the smoothly hewed stone stairs towards his captive queen. "Or would you prefer I call you Marra?" The queen clenched her teeth. If looks could kill, her's would have blown a hole through Fade's head. "No, no, you're right, that is a bit too familiar, we have only just met. But no matter, in time, we are going to grow quite close, you and I." Fade circled the queen, his eyes soaking in her figure. "You are quite the proper young woman; I am sure the Emperor must be very smitten with you." He chuckled wryly.

"Nothing? Not even a whimper? I must be losing my touch." Fade sighed as he rubbed the stubble on his face. He loved this part, the gloating, the superiority. Before he came to Adearath he never could understand why movie villains would give long-winded monologues. Now he did: It was the thrill of knowing that you had completely dominated your foe. "Well young Marra, after your training, your kind-hearted Tarthis will not be able to stand the sight of you." Marra kept quiet, rage still flickering in her eyes.

"Oh come now, don't be like that." Fade stroked a lock of Marra's hair. He crouched down close to her ear. "See now, Your Highness, first I am going to fuck you, right here on these stairs. Then I am going to let the brutes that brought you here pass your royal pussy between them. Hell, depending on how generous I am feeling, you may just end up fucking everyone in my entire tower. Once that is over, then the real training will begin." Fade groped the queen's exposed breasts. As expected of such a fine woman, they felt firm and soft.

"You see, I have this friend who will help me train you, a sorcerer just like myself. She has the ability to alter people. I am sure you have looked at yourself in the mirror and thought, I wish I had a bigger pair of tits or a plumper ass." Fade gave Marra's behind a firm slap. Not a single sound escaped the proud Queen's lips. "Well, she will make those wishes a reality. While she is at it, I'll get her to add a few more changes, perhaps a fun new skin colour, some cute horns to hold onto whilst men fuck your mouth. I personally, think a tail would do wonders for your self-esteem. You will be my slutty little succubus." Fade traced a pattern on Marra's chest. "Then, once your mind is broken, and you can't help but obey me, I will turn you into a sorcerer, just like me, and I will make you stronger than you can imagine." Fade leant down and whispered into the queen's ear. "Finally, I will present what you have become to Emperor Tarthis. A defiled, corrupt, and addicted cock-slut." A crack of fear crossed Marra's otherwise stalwart face.

"Well, let's begin shall we." Fade dragged Marra to the throne room stairs. His hands greedily tore off her already damaged dress and pulled her hips up to his crotch. Fade released his sizable manhood from his pants and slid it against the queen's pussy. He spread Marra's legs further apart as he positioned her to take his whole length. Marra struggled against the chains that bound her, a futile and painful effort. With one hand, Fade gripped the long locks that fell from Marra's head and pulled back firmly as he inserted himself into the queen's tight folds.

"It feels like your man isn't as big as me." Fade taunted as he struggled to fit his full length inside of Marra. She let out a reserved grunt behind gritted teeth. Fade didn't care too much for the comfort of the women he overpowered, only for the pleasure they provided him. He continued to pound away at his new toy, enjoying the clap his body made as it slammed against hers. The sound of his enthusiasm propagated outside the throne room. Fade slapped Her Majesty's royal ass with his free hand, keeping a firm hold on Marra's hair. A grunt came from her, this one ever so slightly louder than the last. Her ass and breasts were not quite to Fade's liking, they were much too slender and pure. He would be sure to have her shaped to more desirable specifications later.

Foul, sorcerous magic had given Fade supernatural endurance. His regular orgies with his hosts of captive women could last an entire day, often lasted longer. As exhausted girls collapsed, they would be rotated out with fresh ones. Right now, he was just getting warmed up. The captured queen would have to endure Fade's current assault for at least a few more hours.

After an hour of enjoying the tightness of the queen, Fade grew complacent about his position. He turned Marra over and continued taking her from behind, his hands pulling back at her hair exposing her exquisite neck. Fade made sure to not neglect any part of Marra's body, he indulged in squeezing and exploring every inch of her supple curves. During the sixth hour, her body started to quiver under him, partly from exhaustion and partly from pleasure.

Fade had lost track of time when Marra finally spoke. "Stop... please." She struggled to say between heaving breaths.

"Oh, she speaks." Fade mocked, unrelenting in his motion. "I'll tell you what, I'll stop if you get down on your knees and use that lovely mouth of yours to please my cock." Marra stared blankly at Fade for a few moments, her body softly bouncing from his every thrust. She gave a weak nod.

Fade let out a sinister snicker as he stood up, pulling the exhausted queen to her knees. "Well, go on then." He pushed his length against Marra's face. Her lips parted as she clumsily took Fade's cock into her mouth. Her technique lacked both experience and enthusiasm.

"Come on, didn't Tarthis teach you how to do this? Put a bit more effort into it." Fade complained. Marra's rhythm gradually picked up as she tried her best to make Fade cum. The sooner he came the sooner this ordeal could finally be over. She was completely reliant on her lips and tongue as her hands were still chained behind her back, unable to help hurry along the process.

"This isn't working." Fade grabbed the back of Marra's head and pushed her mouth all the way down to the base of his shaft. Marra struggled against his strength. Fade held her down there for what seemed to Marra like an eternity. Spots began to appear in her vision before she was finally let up for air. She gasped as Fade's cock parted from her lips. She couldn't believe that she was able to take all of his length down her throat, her pussy sure couldn't.

Fade continued to fuck the queen's mouth with vigour. Marra regretted her decision to suck the sorcerer's cock, at least when she was getting fucked, she could breathe. She thought about biting down on Fade, hard, but given there were two armed brutes within earshot of the throne room, that would have been a very unwise choice.

Another hour passed, the queen alternated between swallowing Fade's cock and breathing. Without warning Fade began to release his load into her mouth. It was more cum than she had ever seen in her life. Despite the firm seal Fade's shaft made with Marra's lips, Fade's seed began to seep out the corner of her mouth and spilled over her tits. Was Fade a man or a beast? Marra released the rest of the cum from her mouth when Fade pulled his member away, the front of her body was absolutely drenched in his love.

"Spitting? How rude, you would think a noble woman like yourself would show a bit more decorum." Fade whistled to the brutes waiting outside. The two hulks lumbered back in, taking keen notice of the depraved state the queen was in.

"Clean her up and let her rest. In the morning pass her around the various barracks. Don't bring her back until she knows how to properly suck a cock. Also, do not damage her. You will not like what will happen to you if you do." Fade's eyes burned purple as he gave the command to the brutes. As Marra was dragged from the room, her eyes stared blankly at Fade, defeated, and spoiled. Her eyes kept that same blankness as the brutes locked her away in the highest cell of Fade's black tower.

Fade strode triumphantly back to his throne; he was satisfied with how the past couple of days had been playing out. He opened a locked container that sat idly on his throne's armrest and retrieved the dark tome that lay within it. A small blue apparition appeared from between its pages.

"Phase one of the plan is going smoothly." Fade smiled.