The Key to the Burning Forge
Ignis's key lay on the desk, already a sopping mess from the fountain-like gush of her juices and my semen, mingled with the spilled potions. I panted roughly as I yanked my cock out from deep inside her. Schlurp...! With a grotesque friction sound, it pulled free, and her swollen, blood-engorged pussy couldn't hold back the fluids anymore—they surged out in a wretched belch. But I wasn't done yet. My shaft, still infused with the magical heat of the pink potion, throbbed with veins bulging like they might burst, gleaming with even fiercer menace. Sweat-drenched, I grabbed a fistful of Elise's crimson hair splayed across the desk.
"Ah... aaah... Master, please... I can't move anymore... I feel like I'm dying..." She looked up at me with unfocused eyes, pleading. But I just flashed a predatory grin and thrust the pink-smeared length of my cock right under her nose.
"This precious potion's all over my dick—think a noble lady like you, niece of the lord, can just waste it? Right?"
"Hngh...! N-no... not there..." She shook her head in instinctive terror, trying to pull back, but I mercilessly yanked her hair, forcing her to her knees between my legs. Her face, twisted in shame and pain, was locked in place before my scorching cock. Without mercy, I rammed my fully engorged shaft straight down her tiny mouth.
"Mmph! Gghrk...!" The potion's searing heat and my massive girth conquered her throat in an instant. Elise's eyes bulged wide, her arms flailing at empty air as if she couldn't breathe. Her slender fingers clawed desperately into my thighs, nails digging in, but I gripped her hair tighter and shook her head back and forth like a beast, pounding relentlessly. Thud, thud...! Gack, grrk—! Each brutal strike of the tip against her uvula made her frail body convulse. Physiological tears streamed down her cheeks, and unswallowed saliva mixed with pink potion dribbled lewdly from my cock and her chin. The flimsy pride of being the lord's blood kin had long been crushed to dust beneath my dick.
"Swallow it deeper. Compared to the despair those you mocked as worms felt, this is a blessing you don't deserve." Pleasure hit its peak, my brain going white-hot, and I yanked her head flush against my pelvis. Forcing her gaping mouth to take me to the hilt—right to the end of her esophagus—I unleashed the pent-up heat in one explosive burst. Gurgle, gurgle...! Glrk, guuuurgle...!
"Grrk! Mmph, mmgh—!!" Her throat spasmed, gulping down my torrent. Elise retched violently, eyes rolling back in agony, but I held her hair firm, ensuring not a drop escaped. I could feel the weight and burn of my cum filling her throat, spreading through her body, as I shoved the last drops deep inside. Only after emptying everything did I release her.
"Kkhk! Kek, kekkhh...!" Elise collapsed pathetically to the floor, coughing violently and wiping the white traces from her lips. But no matter how she wiped, the evidence of her violation stained her lips and chin vividly. The eyes she turned up to me were soaked in terror, pleasure, and utter defeat—no different from those of some nameless slave.
The room's ragged breaths and screams faded, replaced by the acrid crackle of the candle flame in the silence. I gazed down at Elise, sprawled wretchedly on the floor. The woman I'd just ravaged mercilessly stared blankly into space, her reason burned away. I picked up a clean cloth nearby, dampened it with lukewarm water, and gently wiped the white remnants from her lips and the drool trailing down her chin.
"...Ah." Her shoulders trembled faintly at my sudden tenderness. This bizarre warmth after the merciless storm seemed to shatter her last defenses. I lifted her into my arms, laid her carefully on the bed, brushed her disheveled red hair behind her ear, and spoke low.
"Now talk. What's your relationship with Ignis? And why's he turning this place into hell?"
Elise blinked laboriously, her voice hoarse from all the screams. "He's... my uncle. But to me, he wasn't family—just a massive blaze incarnate. Ignis is mad, Master. He's not after wealth or power. The reason he brands villagers with flame marks and burns their life force with magic stones... it's all for one thing."
She shuddered, burrowing into my chest. I stroked her back slowly, urging her on. "What's the goal?"
"Turning this whole territory into one massive 'sacrifice.' He's channeling the geothermal heat and slaves' life energy into the 'Burning Forge' at the deepest mine shaft. It's a forbidden zone no human can reach. Every night, he stands at that anvil, hammering something."
Terror darkened her eyes. Ignis's atrocities weren't born of greed, but some twisted faith or madness.
"What does he really want from the Burning Forge? Why turn thousands to ash?"
Elise shook her head, clutching my clothes. "I don't know... No one in this world does. Only he knows what he's forging and what it'll become. But one thing's certain: when it's done, every life in this territory vanishes into the forge's flames."
She sobbed quietly in my arms like a child spilling a forbidden secret. I felt her desperation—Ignis's kin, yet betraying him for me.
The Burning Forge, and the mad mage-lord hammering alone there. The true enemy's grotesque outline was emerging.
| Elise trembled in my arms for a long while. The weight of realizing her noble life was built on thousands of lives crushed in flames crushed her. I combed her wet hair with my fingers, staring at the distant red pillar spewing from Ignis's forge beyond the window.
"No one knows, huh..." I murmured low. Whatever he was forging with thousands of slaves as offerings—legendary demon sword or forbidden relic invading godly realms—I couldn't say. But one thing was clear: when that hammering stopped, the lives left here would lose even their value as consumables, vanishing into eternal darkness.
"Master... let's just leave this territory together. Uncle's transcended humanity. Those flames will turn mana-less folk to ash in seconds."
Elise whispered desperately, face buried in my chest, laced with worry for me and primal fear of him. I tilted her chin up to meet my eyes squarely.
"Who do you think I am? Whatever your uncle forges, it'll end up as spoils shattered in my hands."
Her eyes quivered at my resolute words. After a hesitant moment, she rose unsteadily, opened a weathered chest in the corner, and pulled out a silver key embedded with a finely wrought blue magic stone.
"This... is the key to a secret passage to Uncle's office. You must go through there to reach the forge. The heat's too intense for normal paths—even approaching is impossible. Only the lord's mana-infused passage blocks it."
She placed the key in my palm, her gaze surrendering her fate to me completely. "But be careful. The passage is full of guards and bizarre magical creatures he planted. For you, without mana..."
She trailed off, but I got it. I'd have to brute-force through those magical traps with raw physical power. Clutching the key, I stood.
The bloody mine memories, the screams of mages writhing under me, and this woman's warmth gripping my hand fueled my resolve.
"Elise, wait here. Until I snuff out that forge's flames and return."
I kissed her forehead briefly, then stepped out into the pitch-black forest toward Ignis's heart. I heard her call my name from behind, but I didn't look back.