<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Ungrath</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283007.msg13921610#msg13921610)</div>(https://i.imgur.com/9IzBurh.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>HP:</strong> 352 <strong>AC:</strong>28 <strong>Ini:</strong>+13<br/><strong>Base Attack/Grapple:</strong>    +16/+32<br/><strong>Spot</strong>+26, <strong>Listen</strong>+26<br/><strong>Saves:</strong>    Fort +39, Ref +33, Will +49<br/>Dark Vision 60ft, Mindsight (300'ft)<br/><strong>Buffs:</strong> Soulmelds active as in CS and 1 essentia in each, Force of Will Aura</div></div></div></div></div><br/>Ungrath creamed herself on the abuse, letting her body seemingly fall victim to the torture and pleasure. For the latter part of the half she was a drooling mess. Her body thumped painfully onto the floor of a tiny cage. Cum spilled from her cunt, pooling beneath her abused ass as she lifted up on the trembling arms to see her surroundings. Ungrath crawled to the edge, grasped the bars of her prison and let the gaze of a raped and defeated elf wander to the poor women sharing her fate.<br/><br/>Their voluptuous bodies pulsed with hot delicious life, juicy in all the right bits. Their naked forms hung there, helpless to any desire and fleeting whim. Completely at the mercy of their captor. Some of them for years. The stench of breeding and carnage permeated the cavern in such a beautiful arrangement that Ungrath nearly lost control. Her needy bits throbbed with a call. Hands slid down to shamelessly finger herself. She pushed forth an expression of insanity, hoping he'd think the elf simply lost it from the fuck and despair. In truth her madness came from another depth entirely.<br/><br/>Drool dripped past her chin and onto the sweat glistened breasts as she eyed the prisoners. A need ached in her body. The chill of her true form reverberated through the tiny elven frame from ass to neck, bending it. She felt the entirety of her desire through the mortal form. The inexplicable need for fae flesh. And he had so many of them. So plump ones. Fruits ripened by pregnancy and violation to a perfect state of delicacy. Her hand hastened the pace, reaching climax couldn't have been easier after the ride there. Staying on top required some wrist power. Wrist power she had. "Nnngh! Haahh..." Both hands shot for her groin and ass, stroking madly as Ungrath let her face slip down and press against the cold bottom of the cage.<br/><br/>Her mind wandered from her own desire to their despair. Pleasure grew as she felt the spectrum from fool's hope to death wish from their gazes. An entirely different kind of emotion sprang through her clit as she imagined some as her former allies, friends, herself. With memories returned she remembered as clear as last century how it was to be like them. That one with green eyes gave her such pity though her own cunt was ploughed wide agape and her body secured in limb numbing bondage. Was she waiting for her hero? Minotaur had probably already eaten his head. The fattened cow sounded at least as touched in the head as Ungrath's own moans. Was she a daughter? Had she known life outside of his fuck pen? Would she ever? Ungrath whined out another long hard orgasm, squirting more of his cum onto the floor.<br/><br/>The bliss of the height intertwined with the curse of hunger, mixing into a pleasurable need rather than deliberating hunger. In that moment the starvation turned orgasmic. The thirst for those bodies into appreciation of her patience. The chained redhead elf climbed her body from the ground. She pulled her breasts against the bars, huddling close to see outside.<br/><br/>How should she approach this? By now he had proven himself a good boy, a ruthless fucker and a fellow culinary soul. Back that wide and hips that chunky he might even prove himself able to fuck her true form. Killing him seemed hardly fair. Waiting until he left and taking her fill... Ungrath ran a tongue over her teeth. Well that would take just far too long. Her arousal was now, and so was her hunger, but she was reborn as part of a greater whole. The new Ungrath should be more than the sum of her desires. She could still take whimsy sidetrails.<br/><br/>A brief attempt at a buzzkill zinged in her head, a message from the castle. Ungrath closed her eyes for a breath, sent to her aspect,<strong>“You. Meet them.”</strong>Her attention returned to the back of the minotaur.<br/><br/>Ungrath composed some of the fear off of her elven form, assuming a comfortable slanted pose against the cage. Confusion pushed from her eyes. Behind was left hunger, need, and a malicious will. “Yoohoo~” She called for the bull, rattling her shackles against the adamantite. Her hopeful grin locked against his gaze. Suddenly the fear was gone. At him stared a curiously composed elven maiden. Raped to exhaustion and imprisoned. Yet, she looked at him with a grin of someone glad to make a new acquaintance at the market. Perhaps a bard hoping to land her last bargain, or a warlock.<br/><br/>“Bull boy what’s your name?” She asked, voice seductive, words in Abyssal. While his bafflemed was still above the anger of being deceived Ungrath continued. “The ride was hot. It aroused me. But now, I’m curious - what happens next? To us?<br/><br/>“You keep us chained here? Breed. Eat. Breed. Eat. Breed. Eat. Does this satisfy you?<br/><br/>“Is the bounty plenty and the meat fresh?” She squeezed her breast for him, proving her own flesh at least quite fresh.<br/><br/>“Maybe, but is your freedom true or the forest your cage?” Ungrath reached out to touch where his chains had been, caressed the scar with empathy. “You push onto us your fear, but your soul remains bound. Have you ever been truly free? Have you sailed the sea?<br/><br/>“Unbound. Visit horizons beyond count. Plunder and pirate villages beyond number. Take, everything. Leave a trail of tears and fear. Dive. Find the depths beyond depths. The darkest crush of weight more absolute than any strength of flesh. Power unending. Riches. Women. Flesh. You could have this and more.<br/><br/>“A forest will never satisfy your needs. I saw you. I felt you. You're like her...” Ungrath withdrew from the bars and took a few crawls back, exposing her cum smeared pussy and ass. She trailed her form from the neck to thighs with a touch meant to draw his gaze and desire back to her flesh. "I know you think me already a defeated slave, and while it may be so at the moment how about this offer? I possess a magical boat given to me by an Altraloth of immense power - Ungrath the Hunger of Depths. My patron. It is a powerful tool to allow travel beyond this realm, an easy access to all planes through the sea. Manned by an invisible crew responding to my will. Let me continue my quest to her and it'll be yours. You see, if I don't give her fey bodies to feast on she will kill me. She is watching, even now. Aren't you? Say hello mistress, pleeease!"<br/><br/><strong>"I watch,"</strong>Ungrath spoke to the whole room at once in telepathy. In her dual tones of depth and female rang the gravity of a Demon Lord's will.<br/><br/>The elf Ungrath shuddered with fear as if that hadn't been her just now. "S-see? Now sir, mister, master? Trust this from a warlock to a demon. This is a good deal. You have plenty of fey there among them. Let me go to a lake or sea, or what have you around here. Let me sacrifice a few of them to my patron. I'll raise my boat from the water, and come back. You help me gather sacrifice to her. I sail the boat for you so that you may capture more slaves? Heck, you may even win favour of a demon like Ungrath? That has to be something for a lonely creature. Sounds fair? I think it sounds fair."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I can roll another bluff or diplomacy check for the con if his wisdom warrants it. Basically Ungrath tries a ruse where he would believe she is a warlock for Ungrath. She offers a trade where she goes underwater into some lake or sea to perform the sacrifice (assume her true form and create an aspect and summon her boat). Then aspect and boat return to surface to the minotaur. Aspect lives as a slave bitch and helps manage Ungrath's boat to help him plunder more fae for her. Meanwhile she returns home victorious!</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Castle Meeting hall</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/txRkijR.png)</div>A slightly deflated less imposing form of Ungrath joined the meeting chamber, dragging lines of seawater on the floor behind it as she climbed on the throne. Ungrath's aspect looked at the others gathered at the table. She spoke with tone identical to the real.<strong>"When needed, I will come."</strong>Looking around she could not see Galyxx, but assumed he was there as she spoke.<br/><strong><br/>"Hmmm... Our foes? My foes are a coven of hags. Weak, pathetic, full of envy. I do not fear them. Who are your foes assassin? What could I possibly benefit from chasing them?"</strong>