<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">World Map (Incomplete)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/CcT2YEW.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>The other elves will never come to Alumir unless we threaten La Sangue's influence. La Sangsue is not a jealous or demanding god and thus has little reason to care for worship of others within his sphere of influence. There is no reason to change location now or ever and I will not risk damaging or losing my newest toys through needless travel."</em><br/><br/>His voice was not overly aggressive but rather one which calmly commanded obedience. He spoke as though he knew his desires would be fulfilled without question. Nothing he said was a request even if the language involved seemed to imply that it was; rather everything he stated was a firm command brimming with quiet yet endless confidence.<br/><br/>His head, if it could really be called that, lacked eyes or ears or anything that might be considered a face. Rather a twisting mass of tentacles, each different, sat upon his broad shoulders. His pale whitish blue skin held a warm and slimy texture. Somewhere between 8 and 10ft tall he was otherwise humanoid in overall shape with two winged arms, two legs, and most curiously a ribbed semi erect penis complete with two testicles begging for release.<br/><br/>Thus was the creature known as Nyathusk the Hedonist, leader of the cult devoted to Sun of the Otherworld.<br/><br/>The cultists to which he had been speaking to was a group of humans covered in bizarre tattoos and wearing rather plain robes. Though obviously fearful of their alien leader they could not resist stealing glances at the princess chained unconscious to the throne of Alumir. The fine and expensive dress of royalty had long since been ripped and torn in all the right places leaving her plenty exposed. As they stared she began to stir ever so slightly, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings.<br/><br/>As if sensing this a tentacle much like a tongue crept down from Nyathusk's head and ran a long, hot lick from her stomach to her breast. Nyathusk's member grew to full size as he felt her nipple harden in response to his hungry licks. As she gained full consciousness he turned to her, pinning her in the position he desired. More tentacles moved down from his head to squeeze and tug at her breasts as Nyathusk began grinding his cock against her slit.<br/><br/><em>"It seems my precious little toy has finally awoken."</em>Nyathusk announced as he lifted her slightly to give the cultists a better view. His servants were able to see everything thanks to this small adjustment and watched intently as their master moved to defile her.