It was a hot day, with the sun beating down from a clear sky and a warm breeze swaying the endless fields of yellow grass. The elf lord, Mythas, sat hunched in his saddle as he slowly rode southwest, towards the last remaining forest called Elfin Wood. Mythas' younger sister, Laurana, trailed after her brother and a string of pack horses laden with trade goods. The duo rode silently for some time until Mythas raised his head and peered into the distance. "What is it?" shouted Laurana from the back of the baggage train. Mythas didn't reply, he snapped his horse's reins, galloping swiftly towards something only he could see. Laurana shouted after her brother, then cursed before riding in pursuit. The elf girl pounded after Mythas, her mare churning up loose earth until she reached the edge of an immense blast site. The grass for almost a league was seared away, leaving only a dry, scorched circle upon the ground. Laurana slowed her mount, her senses tingling from some unknown source of magick ahead. She watched as her brother dismounted ahead of her and knelt down on the ground, examining something carefully. Laurana finally caught up with Mythas, then hopped off her saddle, hesitantly drawing closer to her entranced sibling. "Look! See how it burns with magick!" murmured Mythas reverently, his slanted eyes locked on an obsidian orb the size of a small melon. The surface of the orb writhed and shifted, like warm oil. "It feels bad." "Nonsense, it has the aura of power, great power," whispered Mythas covetously. "Leave it here. It will bring death to whoever tries to use it." "No, I want it. With this I can restore Elfish dominion, we can rule this whole country again." "Even if hundreds of thousands have to die to accomplish it?" "No matter," replied Mythas before he gently reached out and picked up the black orb. Eldritch life poured into the elf lord's body, making him feel strong and supremely confident. Mythas smiled blissfully, then placed the orb into a large leather pouch hanging from his belt. "Tell no one of this, sister. I must explore the powers of the Dragon's Eye before I use it to save our people." "I won't tell anyone, brother," agreed Laurana, her bright eyes narrowed with concern. "I have slain King Flannar, Lord Modran," reported the black garbed assassin from the far side of the noble's desk. "I used a very strong poison to kill him as he slept." "Excellent. Now I shall pay you what we agreed," replied Modran before he nodded briefly. Rachel appeared from the shadows near the study's closed door, her fangs bared just before she seized the assassin's shoulders and ripped deeply into the man's neck. The assassin gasped briefly, then became limp as the vampire fed on him. Modran smiled with satisfaction, watching Rachel suck the life blood from his foolish pawn. Rachel let the dead man fall to the floor, then she cast a spell that incinerated the corpse, leaving the rich carpeting untouched. "The throne is yours now." "Yes, finally." "I require your help with a matter. I want you to send soldiers after Rodger Starblade and his whore to have them arrested." "On what charge?" "Make one up, I just want them in the royal dungeon." "Why not just kill them? It's simpler and cleaner." "No, I want him helpless in front of me before I drain him dry of life, after I make him watch his bitch die." "Very well, I'll send a detachment of Royal Guard after him after I'm anointed King," smiled Modran malevolently. "Thank you, your majesty," replied Rachel with a mocking bow. Hophena lay against the stone wall, her arms throbbing from the manacles that held them above her head. She blinked her eyes wearily, sleep deserting her. The pain that ached across every inch of her body returned with full force, making her groan softly. She blinked her eyes again when she beheld the interior of the cavern. The desolate, filthy cave that was once Dark Dragon's lair was gone, now a richly appointed bed chamber lay before her. White and pink silk drapes covered every wall except the one she lay upon. Ornate tapestries covered the cold stone floor, along with several piles of soft cushions. Gold and silver braziers stood at intervals around the cavern, radiating heat and a cloy incense. Temptress sat at a vanity dresser, combing out her new red-gold locks. She ran a carved, golden comb through her long, thick tresses, humming softly to herself. The elemental noticed that Hophena was awake, she halted her combing to face the bound princess. "You like the new decor? I got bored after you passed out, so I went hunting. Emperor Darkblade certainly has some rich caravans within his empire. I found all kinds of pretty things," smiled Temptress with a graceful wave of her right arm. "Won't he miss them and come here to investigate?" "Possibly, but I have a plan for the dear Emperor. He must be awfully lonely now that his sister is dead. I think I can cheer him up," giggled Temptress as she stood up, her lithe body draped with sleek, nearly transparent pink silk. She danced briefly in soft white shoes, swaying close to the pain-wracked young girl. "Try not to miss me, I'll be back soon," cooed Temptress before she disappeared in a flash of red flame. Hophena struggled within her wrist manacles briefly, then accepting that they were inescapable, she reclined back against the rough stone wall and waited for her lovely captor to return. Emperor Blackheart Darkblade sat silently on his obsidian throne, his bearded chin resting on a black gauntleted fist. The throne room was dark and quiet, no torches had been lit for weeks. Blackheart stank with neglect, his body armor was dull and cracking with rust. Blackheart's long, black hair stuck to his armored back in greasy strands, as lifeless as the man himself. The Emperor's eyes stared forward into the darkness, vacant, empty. Blackheart didn't respond at first when a short pillar of flame appeared, disgorging a gorgeous young woman with shining red-gold hair. The Emperor grunted roughly, then slowly sat up in within his throne. "Who are you?" inquired Darkblade, his voice cracking from disuse. "I am known as Temptress, my lord," bowed the elemental respectfully, granting Blackheart a generous view of her smooth cleavage. Blackheart blinked in wonder, then lifted his eyes to meet the young woman's. "What manner of creature are you that can appear from a column of fire?" "I am a simple woman with some small skill with magick. Your sister succeeded in her quest, she restored magick to our world." "Gema," moaned Blackheart softly, his shoulders becoming slack with renewed grief. "My lord, I have come to comfort you, to help you heal from the loss of your beloved sister," said Temptress as she climbed the throne's dais and knelt next to Darkblade. "Do I not bear a slight resemblance to your dear sibling?" Temptress used her magick to alter her features, her face now a mixture of Gema and herself. "Yes! You do resemble my sister! The nose, the chin, the red hair!" exclaimed Blackheart, his face brightening with joy. "Let me love you as your sister loved you. Let me be your eternal companion." "Yes, you will be my consort," growled Darkblade before he grabbed Temptress' shoulders firmly and crushed his mouth against hers. Temptress grew limp in Darkblade's hands, she surrendered her lush body to the desperate Emperor. He ripped open her silk garments, then fastened his mouth on her right breast. He sucked loudly, tweaking Temptress' nipple wetly with his tongue. Temptress sat on Darkblade's left leg, moaning with pleasure while Blackheart moved from her right breast to the left. She ran her hands through Darkblade's dirty hair, pressing her tits against his ravenous face. Darkblade wrapped his arms around Temptress' narrow waist, holding her firmly to his armored torso. He licked up the woman's creamy throat, then kissed her desperately on the mouth, probing her jaws with his tongue. Temptress returned the Emperor's embrace, matching his passion with her own. She wrapped her arms around Darkblade's neck, caressing his lips with her own full, red painted flesh. "You smell like her," groaned Darkblade before he nibbled down her bare shoulder then between her heaving tits. Temptress smiled as she fed on Darkblade's lust, she squeezed her breasts against Darkblade's cheeks, then rubbed his face up and down the valley in between her ripe melons. She kissed the Emperor's neck and mouth while she reached down to unfasten his cod piece. She discarded the piece of black metal, then wrapped her hands around his cock. Darkblade groaned with pleasure as Temptress fondled his rod, making it hard with desire while she nibbled lustfully on his neck and shoulder joint. Darkblade ripped the lower part of her dress away, then started rubbing her red bush of pubic hair. "Yes, my lord!" gasped Temptress, her pussy growing wet from the Emperor's attentions. Darkblade smiled as he inserted a metal encased finger into the moaning woman's cunt, sliding it deep into her quivering vagina. "Beg for it, like Gema used to," ordered Darkblade, his finger slipping in and out of Temptress' dripping pussy. "Fuck me, my lord! Shove your hard cock inside me!" shouted Temptress, her breasts thrust out, her nipples hard as rock. Darkblade removed his cock from Temptress' sensual ministrations, then slowly slid it inside the panting woman's pussy. Temptress pressed her hands against Darkblade's shoulders before she began to pump over Darkblade's member, shoving it deep into her warm belly. Darkblade groaned with ecstasy, he watched the naked woman's tits bob up and down as she rode his cock, milked it with her clenching cunt lips. The female elemental's ass rose and fell rhythmically as she fucked the entranced Emperor, her pussy melting with her dripping juices, Darkblade's tool sliding easily in and out of her tight fuck hole. Temptress rammed her pussy over Darkblade's cock endlessly until he shot his load, filling her stomach with his hot seed. She continued to fuck Darkblade until his pole became limp, then she slid off his lap to clean his shaft with her red lips and agile tongue. The Emperor caressed the top of Temptress' head, watching the red-gold strands glow for his pleasure. "You will stay with me?" "Yes, my lord. For the rest of your life," replied Temptress with a secret grin.