Love Conquers All - Part 1

Part 1

The mighty mithril gates shuddered as something large and hulking slammed into it hard enough to shake the very foundations of the ancient citadel. Several armoured knights standing within the courtyard toppled over as they attempted to bolster up the gate with large wooden logs, their battered and bloodstained armour clanking against the ruined cobblestones like tin soldiers.

"Keep holding the gate," shouted the captain as he hoisted up one of the fallen knights before urging him back into place.

"Stand and do thy duty! Stand with courage and honour!"

Despite standing behind the impressively robust curtain wall which loomed over him, the captain was forced to shout his decrees to be heard over the din of battle. The sharp twang of catapults launching bundles of spinning rocks beyond the wall, the sizzling impact of destructive bolts of magic and above it all, the worse sound imaginable, was the constant wailing of the dead and dying.

"Yes, captain!" the man replied before throwing his weight back against the nearest mighty oaken log.

The colossal gate shook again as whatever beast was pounding against it bellowed ferociously, the hellish sound strong enough to burst eardrums. Several screaming soldiers toppled over while clutching the bleeding sides of their heads, the men quickly pulled away and replaced by nearby knights.

Usually such duties would have been left to the lower orders, the squires and footsoldiers, but this last bastion required everyone to pitch in and repel the dark hordes. With nowhere to run, the defenders would either stand or die within the walls of the last remaining citadel in Zaigalla kingdom. The mood was darker than midnight with supplies running thin and disease running rampant.

The soldiers might have deserted, had there been anywhere remaining to flee to, but no, here they stood defending this giant stone coffin, if only to take a few more of the hated enemy with them.

Still, matters weren't entirely hopeless.

Standing just behind the throng of armoured warriors, protected behind several robust looking shields peppered with poisoned arrows, stood a busty priestess of the holy maidens. Shining radiantly, the scantily robed woman sang a heavenly song which counteracted the dark magic constantly assaulting the mortal minds of the defenders.

Able to use their voices as weapons, the Order of the Holy Maidens were the best defence against the corrupting influences of the dark powers. Sadly, Roseline was one of the only remaining maidens not yet claimed by this relentless struggle.

Hidden behind the many stone walls, improvised barricades and earthworks, those gallant soldiers not otherwise engage with the foul hoards of darkness watched the stunning songstress as she breathed life into the holy verses, transforming the simple words into powerful music that brought many of the hardened veterans to tears. The warmth emanating from her swept out into the assembled ranks, the many soldiers finding the hope to smile for the first time in what felt like ages.

"Rosaline!" they chanted while battering sword against shield, gauntlet against breastplate or hand against wood in a loud chorus.

"Rosaline! Rosaline! Rosaline!"

Stepping out from behind the battered shields, Rosaline continued to weave her beautiful song while holding out her slender arms. Shimming holy energies surged around her busty figure, her revealing white robes fluttering just below her wide childbearing hips. Caught up in the trance of song, Rosaline didn't notice as her robes slowly drifted upwards until the white frilly material of her panties was so innocently revealed.

Hanging on her every word, the soldiers watched as the breathtaking priestess slowly walked towards the shuddering gate, her magnificent ass shaking almost hypnotically with each and every step. Rosaline's large breasts jiggled suggestively within the loose confines of her saintly robes, the flapping silky garment exposing much of her bare body beneath. With every high pitched note of her song, her big tits heaved against her white robes, the pink nubs of her nipples hardening in the cool breeze despite her very pure intentions.

Other than the gleaming crown sitting atop her head, her angelic white robes and modest underwear, the priestess Rosaline wore no other clothing unless you counted her long golden hair that covered her back like a glossy cape. It was often said that faith clothed those pure of heart, an edict that Rosaline held very dear - as did the other faithful who took every opportunity to reinforce this piousness.

It would surely be a sin to cover up such a voluptuous body.

Totally oblivious to all the lecherous stares that she was receiving, Roseline sauntered around the courtyard while singing the cleansing song of her holy order. As the generously proportioned priestess sang, pale white songbirds perched on her shoulders while beautiful flowers bloomed around her sandal-clad feet, breaking out of the ruined stone.

The assembled soldiers parted before Roseline, the clank of their arms and armour an all too familiar sound within this war-torn land. Her inspiring presence was enough to bring many of the hardened soldiers down on their knees. Reaching out as she walked, she patted heads and helms with a warm smile, her love extending though delicate fingertips. Some of the more opportunistic warriors caught a feel as she passed, their rough hands brushing against her soft, jiggling breasts or groping the peachy cheeks of her bottom.

So caught up in her performance, Roseline's serine nature didn't even register the many hands stroking against her huge tits and snow-white thighs. In the tight press of sweaty bodies, several calloused hands slapped against her swaying bottom, the momentary spike of pain causing Roseline's pitch to heighten whenever palm struck against quivering asscheeks.

One such soldier, his mind beaten down by the relentless bloodshed, actually had the audacity to slip underneath the high priestess' flowing robes in a low crouch. Keeping pace with the singing beauty, he matched her every step while staring up into the private space between her inner thighs. The outline of Roseline's untouched pussy was only partially obscured by her simple white panties, the promises of forbidden pleasures hidden by only the thinnest piece of fabric.

As she walked, the silken material pressed up against her virgin cunt, the gyrations of her graceful steps causing the soft panties to ever-so-slightly rub up against her slit. With her sweet spot only inches from his face, the delirious soldier breathed in the musky scent of her sex along with the more pronounced fragrances of expensive bathing salts and flowery oils. With her pelvic mound so close to hand, it would have been the easiest thing in the world to slip those white panties aside and taste the flavour of her virginity.

Before he could act, the man wailed loudly as his fellow soldiers dragged him out from underneath those heavenly sheets. Flailing wildly, it took the gilded hilt of a sword to finally subdue the deranged soldier. Fun was fun and all, but actually defiling the holy priestess was the worst kind of sacrilege imaginable. Nobody in their right mind wanted to answer for such a crime, in this life or the next.

Roseline didn't even notice the commotion as she steadily made her way through the assembled soldiery while reaching out to ease furrowed brows and clasp trembling hands. While the courtyard was packed with armoured knights, snorting warhorses and malnourished men-at-arms, they all watched the holy priestess, entirely captivated by her serine beauty and long flowing hair. Those not touched directly were able to listen to her soothing song and forget about the horrible war, if only for a few fleeting moments.

Despite the wishes of her elder, the stunning priestess couldn't help but weep, the glittering tears trailing down her pale cheeks. Shaking her head forlornly, she silently prayed that the brave soldiers defending this last bastion of hope wouldn't notice her shameful display. She was supposed to stand as a shining example to those around her and yet here she was, sobbing like a young initiate and not a hallowed priestess of the holy maidens.

Suddenly the sharp crack of some huge magical disturbance sounded out across the battlefield, so loud in fact, that the explosion of sound was audible even beyond the thick protection of the curtain wall. Up above, high up upon the battlements, one of the many embattled soldiers shouted out a warning that a swirling fireball of midnight black energy was hurtling towards the vulnerable inner area of the citadel. Stone rubble trickled down from the mighty wall as the very earth itself shook underneath the coming storm.

Summoning up a courage that she really didn't feel, the priestess steeled her soul and emerged from behind the protective throng of soldiers who scattered for cover. Up above, the sky darkened as a bolt of pure malevolence crackled through the sky, the trailing vapours of dark energy streaming behind it like black banners. A barrage of deadly arrows challenged the decent of the darkness as it hurtled downwards in a straight dive towards the courtyard but it was a futile gesture at best.

The stone-paved ground rumbled violently, so much so in fact, that horse drawn carriages toppled over while catapults collapsed in on themselves as taut coils of rope snapped free before slicing into the fleeing weapon crews. Darkness loomed over Roseline as the swirling comet approached, her golden locks billowing behind her resolute form. Shadows danced beneath her sandalled feet despite the shining rays of daylight, the murky shapes taking a variety of disquieting forms that slivered beneath her feet.

Roseline steadied herself against the vibrating ground, her white robes rising upwards until they flapped wildly around her hourglass waist. The powerful currents of darkness slammed against this feminine beauty, her large tits jiggling within the support of her saintly attire as she struggled to remain upright. All the while, she continued singing heavenly notes, the calming melody allowing Roseline to stand unaided.

Slamming into the cobblestoned courtyard with a thunderous roar, the roasting dark flames instantly incinerated large sways of stonework. Several fleeing soldiers were kicked up off their feet by the colossal impact, the sound of clattering armour ringing out across the courtyard. Roseline, suddenly standing very much alone, watched as the dark fire formed into a shimmering orb of impenetrable darkness. Out of this swirling black sphere emerged a slender thigh only partially covered by a long flowing gown.

Victoria Nox, the buxom sorceress of the dark forces strode purposely out into the courtyard, the midnight black orb rippling as she emerged out into the open air. Wearing an off-the-shoulder black gown that matched her long glossy dark hair, Victoria Nox was sexy and terrifying in equal measure. The black material of her dress was dangerously transparent which proudly displayed every inch of the dark sorceress' curvy body, the outline of her nipples clearly visible against the soft fabric.

"Greetings valiant defenders," Victoria said while holding out her outstretched arms, her fingers casually flicking away some of her glossy black hair that stretched all the way down to her shapely bottom. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she regarded Roseline with one of her best intimidating stares.

"You've done well to survive this far Princess Jacquelle, but this is where your luck runs out!"

Roseline flinched at the use of her given name as if physically slapped. The memories associated with the name still hurt, even after all this time. She knew this woman very well, the evil seductress known as Victoria Nox. Once they had been fellow adepts learning magic at the Gladsmore academy, the young princess eager to please her noble parents, and the ambitious peasant girl who used her sexy body to sleep her way into the prestigious academy.

It hadn't taken long for the two youngsters to clash, particularly with such contrasting personalities. Jacquelle despised the fact that Victoria placed so highly in the academy rankings despite her apparent lack of talent. Having been brought up in such a noble household, Jacquelle was honest to a fault and had made no secret of her misgivings about the young Victoria and her suspected illicit activities. This had cemented their bitter rivalry throughout Jacquelle's early life.

When the war of the crescent kingdoms had broken out, Victoria had quickly defected to the dark hoards when it became clear that the situation was next to hopeless. During the sacking of Glaneerk, Jacquelle had been smuggled out of the kingdom along with precious few of her countrymen. From there, the former princess had joined the sisterhood under an assumed name, fighting a loosing battle wherever she was assigned until she found herself trapped within one of the last remaining fortifications.

"I'll not let you claim yet another kingdom, foul witch!" Roseline declared. There was the flash of drawn swords as soldiers surrounded the sexy sorceress who chuckled as a few crossbow bolts bounced harmlessly off an invisible shield.

"I think not," said Victoria, her magnificently large cleavage jutting out slightly with every word.

At some unspoken command, an endless stream of snarling orks, corrupted humans and less identifiable creatures walked or slivered out of the swirling dark sphere floating just behind the sneering Victoria. Green muscles flexed as the savage orks fell upon the gallant mortal defenders with jagged cutting weapons while bellowing a loud guttural war cry that pierced the din of battle. Behind them came the twisted humans and even more twisted creatures as they hacked, clawed and bit into the desperate human ranks.

"May the gods curse you, Victoria!" Roseline swore, the senseless bloodshed urging her into action.

As the generously proportioned priestess sang, her long blonde curls billowed out behind her like a golden fleece. Walking towards the sorceress, Roseline's angelic words reached out to touch those brutish minions of the dark witch. Several screaming shadow beasts imploded into themselves, the miniature black holes tearing into the cobblestoned ground.

Orks stood around her looking dazed and confused as they scratched aimlessly at furrowed brows. Only seconds before they had been charging at the human bitch, ready to tear her limb from bloody limb but now all they could do was stand around, utterly stupefied by the heavenly notes emanating from Roseline's succulent mouth. Heavy hand axes and studded shields thudded against the cracked stone of the courtyard.

"You brainless fools!" snapped a very furious Victoria Nox, her midnight black hair billowing behind her back like dark wildfire.

"I'll not let you charm my minions so easily, you blue-blooded bitch!" snapped Victoria as she hooked her nimble fingers underneath the plunging neckline of her black dress.

Considering that her large pale breasts were already straining against the thin black material of her gown, it was no surprise that only the slightest effort was required to release her big tits out into the open. The mountainous snowy white orbs flopped about wildly before Victoria grasped them firmly between her hands, her nimble fingers sinking down into the soft flesh. Moaning lewdly, the dark sorceress put her years of seduction to good use by kneading her bare breasts while making obscene sucking gestures with her mouth.

The bewitching display caught the orks attention who watched Victoria lustfully.

"Yes, that's right," Victoria said as she continued to squeeze her big tits, "look only at me and ignore that distastefully serine singing."

The greenskin warriors gaped openly at the naughty display as the great sorceress fondled her big milky white boobs. Now that she had the foul creatures attention, Victoria slowly hiked up the hem of her dress as if advertising her goods like a common prostitute. Her alabaster thighs were painstakingly revealed inch by mouthwatering inch until the briefest trace of her lacy panties could be seen peeking out from underneath the thin material. The shadows produced by the black sphere danced across her pale skin, the strobing light moving across every curve of her generous body as she pleasured her sensitive melons.

"Now kill that bitch of a princess!" Victoria ordered, her voice strained as she pleasured her sensitive nipples.

One greenskin shook his head and grasped Roseline by the throat, his powerful muscles rippling as he attempted to tighten his death grip but try as he might, the ork couldn't bring himself to throttle the songstress. His beady black eyes frowned, the strong hands clasped around Roseline's throat slackening as she continued to weave her holy melody.

Continued in Part 2

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