SCARLETS DOMAIN

"Please, don't," the dark elven princess Kelaana begged her captor. Lying on her hands and knees, still weak from the brutal whipping of her back, she cast her eyes up pleadingly at the forest elf maiden standing before her. "Please."

"Are you going to answer my questions, wench?"

"I- I can't," she sobbed. As a former heiress to the dark elven throne, Kelaana knew a lot of sensitive information about her kingdom, even regarding its defenses. She wanted to blurt out everything she could just to avoid what was coming next, but Kelaana knew the consequences of betraying her people: an eternity of torture in the afterlife at the hands of Ordanil, the dark elf goddess. Torture that would make even the brutal mutilation that was coming next seem mild by comparison.

Nude and shivering against the cold, wet stones of the underground dungeon, Kelaana attempted in vain to crawl away from her torturer. The forest elf grabbed the princess and brought her to her feet before shoving her back hard into the wall. "You had your chance." She bound Kelaana's hands and feet with manacles lying on a nearby table. Kelaana was truly helpless; without access to her spellbook or scrolls, she was now unable to cast any magic to protect herself.

Hanging behind the forest elf were large metal hooks suspended by chains. The lovely torturer took one of these hooks and shoved its sharp point deep into the underside of Kelaana's right breast. As the princess cried out in agony, her other cute little tit was skewered in the same manner. The cruel forest elf then turned the crank on the wall, slowing raising Kelaana upwards. Kelaana tried to stay on her toes to keep her weight from tugging at her hurting and mangled breasts, but soon she was brought off the ground and swinging freely. She wailed even more loudly. Briefly she kicked her legs in her throes, but this only increased the pain and threatened to rip her tits off her chest. Blood trickled down her smooth abdomen.

"We'll see how you're doing in a half hour or so," the forest elf said with a smile. "Have fun." She went out the doorway to the torture chamber and locked the heavy metal door behind her. Mercifully, Kelaana passed out from the pain in less than five minutes.

Only a single day had passed since Princess Kelaana had fled her underground home, determined to get away from the evils of her fellow dark elves. She was quickly learning that the often nude elven nymphs of the surface world could be every bit as brutal as her own kin. After her capture at the hands of a pair of elven rangers, she had been brought to a small fort near the edge of the forest elves' territory. The fort was built within and upon a giant, magical tree. In addition to the wardings of spells and magical devices, the forest stronghold was defended by over fifty elven amazons. When Kelaana had been brought into the fort, many of these warriors had punched, kicked, and spit on her. Then she had been brought down a long, spiral staircase in the trunk of tree, to the stone dungeon below the roots.

Times had changed radically since the ancient days when the forest elves were kindly and trusting. Over two thousand years ago the great event known as the Apocalypse had taken place. The forces of Good and Evil, led by mighty pantheons of deities, had clashed for control of the world, the heavens, and the burning hells. Unfortunately, Good was soundly trounced, its gods and goddesses deposed, the pious souls of its heavens all cast into the void. Then the Evil had turned upon itself, until finally an alliance of vicious and crafty goddesses had destroyed all opposition and come to rule the universe in an uneasy truce.

The fallout from this distressing turn of events was severe. Angry that most of the societies of the world were ruled by males, the Final Goddesses had cursed that gender: now only one in twenty live births among humanoids were male. The men of the surviving races were now used mostly for breeding and were only rarely given any political power. Also, the once weak and scattered dark elves were united into an invading nation. The Final Goddesses enjoyed slaughter, and for two millennia the dark and forest elves had made sporadic war, their long life spans and frequent breeding providing countless amazons to be butchered. The once good forest elves were now mostly bitter and xenophobic, slowing becoming more like their enemies.

"Wake up, girl."

Kelaana groaned at the pain in her body and opened her eyes. As much as they hurt, her breasts no longer showed signs of damage, and her various cuts and gashes were gone. The forest elves were using clerical magic to sustain Kelaana, so that they might torture her viciously and continuously without her frail body dying.

Once again lying wet and cold upon the dungeon floor, the disinherited princess looked up to find a different elf from the one that had hung her up. It was Nadal'tra, one of the stunning rangers who had captured her. The forest elf had long brown hair that fell in waves, and pretty blue eyes. Nadal'tra was an experienced amazon, but although she was approaching middle age her body was still fairly thin and nubile, and very curvy at the breasts and hips. Nadal'tra now wore a plain but comfortable tunic, but at her capture Kelaana had seen the elven chick nude. Nadal'tra had had some light scars on her body, the signs of near fatal injuries that even magic could not easily erase. The forest elf had been beautiful when exposed, with large pink nipples and her attractive sex clearly in view.

Nadal'tra stared down at the vulnerable dark elf, feeling conflicting emotions and letting her thoughts wander. She was very old fashioned in some ways. For instance, she hated the thought of torture, even of evil creatures such as the dark elves. And she believed that martial discipline was best maintained when her amazons did not fraternize sexually. The latter was virtually unenforceable however, for the traveling brothel of male sex slaves came by only once a month, and almost all of her girls preferred the company of both men and women. It did not help that Nadal'tra was only a group leader, and that her superior in the fort held diametrically opposed views on torture and the intermingling of her warriors. The forest elf did at least obey her own principles, but this only left her lonely and sex starved.

The dark elf really was very beautiful, Nadal'tra thought, and before she realized it she had kneeled down and touched the trembling elf's arm, tenderly caressing her soft, obsidian flesh.

"Please don't break my arm," Kelaana begged, thinking this was the start of a new torture session.

Nadal'tra had been sent in to seduce information out of the dark elf in the style of the old, "good guard / bad guard" ploy. When told of her duty she had resented tarnishing her honor with such a base deception, but now the elf felt an eagerness for her role. "They sent me in just to talk with you, but I- I... oh, goddess, you are so gorgeous. I want you to eat me, you little tramp." Nadal'tra was amazed to find she was telling the absolute truth. She stood and pushed up her tunic, spreading her vagina wide open with her fingers and trusting her hips forward seductively, praying the dark elf would willingly return her lust. Her other hand went to her breast and squeezed it hard.

For once, Kelaana was too frightened to be aroused by such a display, but at the same time she knew that pleasing the forest elf might mean avoiding a torture session. Back home, Princess Kelaana had been well known for two things besides her royal heritage: being a highly promising apprentice wizard, and oral sex. Her tongue seemed to know instinctively how travel along a woman's sex and bring the most intense sensations. Kelaana's own sister had been addicted to having the princess's mouth at her cunt, and Kelaana had found the tawdry, incestuous relationship exciting.

As Kelaana licked, sucked, and gently nibbled the forest maiden's eager twat, Nadal'tra felt as if the young elf's tongue was everywhere at once. The warrior tried to stifle the cries she made at the thrilling teasing of her sex, but it was harder and harder to suppress her moans of pleasure. After nearly a month of loneliness and unsatisfactory masturbation, Nadal'tra came quickly. She dropped to the ground and soon the two were intensely entangled on the hard stone floor, both nude and each now eager to please the other.

After sex something happened that was even more shocking to both women. As they lay holding each other, Nadal'tra poured out her heart to the dark elf, telling Kelaana of her terrible, self-imposed isolation from her peers. The warrior elf gently caressed the white hair of her lover as she tearfully told a story of a close friend she had lost in battle. Somehow Nadal'tra could exercise none of her usual self-control; she wanted only to unburden herself on this lovely young dark elf.

Kelaana was deeply moved and responded in turn. "Oh, Nadal'tra, I'm so lonely too." They had already exchanged names in their pillow talk. "If only I could stay in your arms forever... being a princess has been so hard, everyone feared my influence and didn't want to be honest with me. I-" Suddenly, Kelaana's eyes widened. "You tricked me! This was all a ploy to get me talking-" Fearfully, Kelaana realized just how much she had hastened her own death with her careless talk. Now that they knew Kelaana was a princess and not just a lowly waif, they would call in a powerful cleric or wizard to rip everything from her mind!

Nadal'tra also understood the implications of this knowledge. As soon as she revealed to her superior what she had just learned, Kelaana would be taken away to a more secure place. The amazon could not bear the thought of this wonderful girl being taken from her. Somehow Nadal'tra believed that this dark elf was not evil like her kin, and that the two of them were meant to be together. "I won't tell them you're a princess," Nadal'tra said. "I'll convince them to let you live. I promise."

"The only way I'll live is if you help me escape," Kelaana said, hardly daring to hope.

Nadal'tra felt a tear running down her cheek. "Oh, if only I could. But I couldn't betray my people like that. Please tell me you understand."

Kelaana did not know what to believe. Was this all a trick? No one had ever treated the princess like this before. She felt such tender affection for the beautiful elf in her arms. Kelaana did not respond, but held her lover tightly.

Later, Nadal'tra ordered the torturers away for the rest of day, and the two were free to explore their budding love, verbally and physically. However, outside the forest stronghold was a threat that might soon end both their lives.

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Ryla'dalas stared grimly at the enemy fort, with its excellent vantage point high in the giant tree. Night had fallen, and with the moon and stars having been destroyed in the Apocalypse two millennia ago, darkness was absolute but for the lights from the fort. Fortunately, like all dark elves Ryla'dalas had excellent night vision. "I'm sorry, Captain. My women have reconnoitered the place from every angle, and there is only one possible conclusion. It would be suicide to attack with only two dozen."

"That little bitch is in there," Captain Lay'phena told her subordinate, intimidating the amazon with her completely red eyes. "She must be." After recovering from her injuries, Lay'phena had found the corpse of her lover Cinlaril in the woods. The magical burns could have only been caused by one elf.

"You may be right, Captain, but what are we to do? We'd likely need three hundred to break this place, and the Queen won't let you deploy that many on mere speculation."

One of the guards who had been watching the fort now approached. "Captain, I think we've just found the weakness we were looking for." She handed her small telescope to Lay'phena. "The north guard post."

Lay'phena peered through the glass and found the station empty. "A changing of the guard?" she speculated aloud.

The guard grinned. "Now check the next tower to your left."

Changing her view, Lay'phena found the missing warrior and her comrade, kissing and rubbing up against each other. "Perfect! No one is watching from that side. We can dispel the wardings and climb up. I want a dozen women to climb each tower. If we break in with the element of surprise, we can slaughter them all. And if we destroy their water globe, we can burn the whole fort down to the ground! Ryla'dalas, I'll let you have the fun of taking out the occupied tower." The amazon grinned gratefully. "Move out."

Ryla'dalas and her warriors approached the stronghold. Diarwyn, the sorceress and only arcane caster of her dozen, cast a spell. The lightly glowing alarm ward half way up the tower disappeared, but the two forest elf bitches who should have noticed this were apparently too busy shoving their fingers up each other's cunts.

The ward over the other tower also disappeared, and the two dozen dark elves began a careful, quiet climb up the side of the tree. Fortunately, the bark was rough and provided large and numerous handholds. Ryla'dalas and Diarwyn were leading their squad of amazons, each of the two with a dagger held in her mouth, in anticipation of dispatching the lusty and careless sentries above. As Ryla'dalas approached the end of her climb, the giggling voices of the two surface dwellers became audible.

"Uhhh... ohhh..." the first girl moaned passionately. "...we shouldn't be doing this... if Nadal'tra knew we weren't on watch, she'd have us executed."

"That's what makes it so exciting, love. And besides, she's been holed up with the dark elf slut she captured for the entire day." Lay'phena was right, the two dark elves realized. "Mmmm... There's nothing to worry about, darling... The ice maiden is probably getting her cunny thawed by dark elf tongue, and with the magic wards this place watches itself... nothing for us to do but fuck." Both girls laughed.

The two leading dark elves reached the wooden railing and mutually paused for a moment to admire the incredible view. The two nude, absolutely perfect surface chicks were leaning against a wall in a tight embrace. Rubbing their cunts and large tits together vigorously, each elven slut's hands grasped greedily at the other's body. Eyes were closed and lips were locked in a deep, probing kiss. One girl then threw her head back and moaned as the other stuck her fingers into moist, horny pussy.

Diarwyn wished she could have magically charmed both these amazing lovers and brought them home for a three-way, but of course she had time for no such luxury. As the sorceress and her leader quietly crossed over the railing, what tiny noise they made was more than masked by the muffled feminine cries of the embracing lovers. Each dark elf took a dagger in hand and approached the victims. Simultaneously they put their free hands over the girls' mouths to stifle any screams and jerked the forest elves' heads back.

Ryla'dalas killed her victim with an efficient slice of the throat, spilling blood on the dead slut's terrified lover. A short moment later Diarwyn jabbed her knife into elven cunt and dragged the blade upward, penetrating deep into defenseless tummy. Organs spilled out in a disgusting mess. Both failed sentries were then dropped gently to the ground. "Nice," Ryla'dalas whispered sarcastically to the sorceress as two more of her amazons vaulted the railing.

"I love my work," Diarwyn replied mischievously. She was incredibly wet now from the danger, and from watching the luscious bitches die.

"All right, spread out." Ryla'dalas whispered to her arriving warriors. "Be stealthy, or maybe none of us will get out of here alive." She used hand signals to send pairs of amazons out in various directions.

For the next few minutes the dark elven warriors proceeded silently through the fort, dispatching unsuspecting surface elves with their blades. Then, as Ryla'dalas, Diarwyn, and two other dark-skinned beauties armed with bows crossed through the courtyard toward one of the barracks, magical lanterns hanging throughout the branches came to life. Apparently, one of the dark elves had fucked up, and the alarm was raised. Ryla'dalas and her three companions raced for cover. Moments later arrows were flying through the air.

One of the dark elven markswomen, an inexperienced lass Ryla'dalas wished had never been assigned to her squad, stood exposed for too long while aiming her bow, and was struck in her midsection by an arrow. The stupid cunt had always believed she was invulnerable, but now she stumbled back into a wooden post, just staring at the painful wood impaling her cute body.

The other archer, who knew healing magic, attempted to grab dying girl's arm and drag her back to cover, and took an arrow right in her head for her trouble. Fuck, Ryla'dalas thought. Without a cleric on hand she would have to be extra careful.

After having stood completely exposed for so long, it was hardly surprising that the unfortunate slut with the arrow in her guts was turned into a pincushion. An arrow hit her leg, followed by two more simultaneously striking each small breast in the nipple. Showoffs, Ryla'dalas thought of the enemy archers.

"Huuu-uh-" the finished little bitch moaned. She fell forward and was dead before she hit the ground.

The two remaining dark elves were left pinned down for a short time before help arrived. Four of their archers, taking up places above and behind them in the towers, fired on the enemy. Three forest elves were maimed or killed in the first volley.

"If we can make it across the courtyard and into the barracks, we can chop those whores into pieces before they know what happened," Diarwyn suggested to her superior.

Ryla'dalas considered this. "We'd need a distraction."

"One distraction on command, my dear." The sorceress mumbled an unintelligible phrase and pointed her finger. A sphere of light streaked from her hand and struck the barracks, exploding into a large ball of flame. One dead forest elf was launched into the air by the blast, and it was likely several more were incinerated.

Together, the two amazons raced across the courtyard, both with swords drawn and Ryla'dalas with shield readied. As they approached the door two enemy swordswomen appeared and moved to attack. Diarwyn was no expert with the sword, and she quickly gave up ground, driven back through the courtyard. Ryla'dalas traded blows with her skilled enemy, weaving about to avoid making an easy target for archers and studying her opponent's style for weaknesses. She felt a surge in her clit at the excitement of the contest.

The fight was over almost before it was begun, and Ryla'dalas was done in by friendly-fire. An arrow mean for her opponent struck the amazon leader right in her asshole. Distracted by the unwelcome anal penetration, she was then sliced brutally in the belly. An oncoming second strike that would have finished Ryla'dalas off missed only because an arrow struck the dark elven amazon in the shoulder, knocking her to the ground. Her sword and shield fell away.

The bitch who had fatally sliced Ryla'dalas was then killed when an arrow appeared in her eye. The dead forest elf disappeared from sight, leaving the fallen, obsidian skinned beauty struggling desperately to breathe, holding the horrendous mess that had once been a well-defined and sexy abdomen. She stared vacantly at the sky, in terrible pain, praying to the goddesses that a cleric was nearby.

A surface elf with a partially burned face now stood above Ryla'dalas. A fighter to the very end, the dark elf reached futilely for the dagger on her belt. Then a sword was trust into her helpless form, cracking through ribs and sinking into yielding flesh. Ryla'dalas grunted and her hands gripped the blade of the weapon that was killing her. The sword was drawn out with equal force, causing the mutilated amazon to arch her back and shake. Finally she fell still, her suffering at an end.

Some time earlier, well before the alarm had even gone off, Tatinayna, the commander of elven fort, was lying awake in bed. Naked a top the sheets, she squirmed seductively as her fingers traced delicately around the lips of her moist cunny. She rubbed her palm gently against her sex for a minute before finally sending probing digits into her slit. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth wide open, drool spilling unnoticed onto her chin. "Uh- uhhhhhhhh..."

Tatinayna rubbed her free hand over a belly that was already showing with her pregnancy. Her ass thrust gently off the bed and the horny chick moaned again. The elven amazon could hardly believe her good fortune; the clerics had told her the unborn child in her womb was a boy, and that the omens were that it would be blessed with continued life after birth. In two weeks Tatinayna would return home from this dreadful fort, and after giving birth would sell her baby on the human black-market. A fortune would be paid for a male, elven snuff victim, and brothels were willing to wait decades for an elf to grow up, such was the payoff. With her incredible riches, Tatinayna would retire and have an unending supply of sex slaves. She came to orgasm at the though of her plan being so close to fruition!

A few minutes later, insatiable Tatinayna was still absently diddling her clitoris and considering calling in one her amazons to service her. There was a knock at the door. "M'Lady?" a voice called from out in the hall.

"What is it?" the amazon did not feel like dealing with the prissy little novice warrior, but she sat up in bed and lit her magical lamp as the door opened.

"I thought you should know that the torture of the new prisoner hasn't resumed yet." The diminutive elf girl said as she walked in.

"How fucking long does it take that desperate ice maiden to get some satisfaction?" Tatinayna asked, annoyed. "Tell Nadal'tra I want the torture to resume-"

The sound of a tiny bell was heard gently ringing in the room. It was one of the alarm spells! Tatinayna stood and the other elf raced back into the doorway. Before the novice elf even made it into the hall the bloody blade of sword appeared out her back.

As Tatinayna shrieked at the sight of this, Captain Lay'phena pushed her foot into her victim's stomach and slid out her weapon. Admiring the long crimson smear on her blade and the still elf at her feet, horny Lay'phena kicked the door shut behind her, trapping the remaining forest elf in the small room. "My, aren't we fertile?" she asked the frightened, surface dwelling bitch.

Tatinayna took up the sword and shield by her bed, approaching her opponent. "You just picked the wrong opponent, girlie. Your last."

"I don't think so." Lay'phena said confidently. With great speed, she darted past the forest elf and struck with her foot. The magical lamp shattered and the room was plunged into total darkness. "Terribly unsporting of me, I know, but then I'm in a hurry."

Lay'phena's eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light, but the surface elf was blinded. In horror she dropped her weapons and backed away. "I surrender!" The cowardly cunt pissed herself in her overwhelming fear, urine dribbling down her legs after her spray ended. "Puh-Please, I'd make a good hostage! My family would pay-"

Tatinayna did not see the dark elf pick up her sword, but she felt her own blade tear straight through her bellybutton and pin her to the wooden wall behind her. She screamed loudly and then sobbed hysterically through her awful, torturous death.

"Two birds with one stone, as it were." Lay'phena commented. The incredible sight of this pathetic, pregnant bitch run through made the dark elf so wet, her juices began leaking out her snatch. Too bad there was no time for recreation. "Well, I'd finish you with something artful, like a perfect decapitation, but I hate cowards. You can bleed to death like a stuck pig, you numb cunt." Lay'phena left and her victim died alone in the darkness, in a manner much as the dark elf had predicted.

Nearby Lay'phena found the room that stored the water globe. She smashed it with her blade, and the magic tree that held the fort became vulnerable to flames. Now to make that flame... Lay'phena recalled a store room she had passed shortly before finding and slaying the pregnant elf whore. She went back that way and found two small barrels of whale oil, used for the non-magical lamps in the stronghold. Several of those lamps were also in the room, and the dark elf hung one from her belt. Lay'phena took the risk of sheathing her sword so she could carry out both barrels, soon crossing a narrow bridge out onto the towered perimeter of the fort.

The carnage outside was now almost complete. On the courtyard below there were only two of Lay'phena's amazons remaining, and they were surrounded by eight forest warriors. The dark elf captain did not trouble herself with this detail as she entered a tower, though she was sorry to see the once beautiful body of the promising Ryla'dalas among the many bloody corpses. She threw each of the oil barrels over the edge of the railing, to shatter on the roots of the great tree far below. Lay'phena climbed as quickly as she could down the tree, hoping the last two dark elves in the fort would distract the remaining enemies long enough that she would not be seen.

Lay'phena reached the forest floor without incident. She ran a short distance away from the tree, lit the lantern, and then tossed it into a large, oily puddle. The tree was quickly ablaze, and in under a minute it would be burning all the way around, making escape impossible for any enemy amazons still alive in the fort.

Jogging away from the scene, Lay'phena gave a bird-like whistle and it was answered in kind. It seemed one or more of her warriors had survived after all. Lay'phena recognized the sorceress Diarwyn as she stepped into sight. The poor girl was a mess of cuts and bruises, her scant uniform torn to shreds. Lay'phena was very turned on by the site of Diarwyn's scratched and cut breasts, small but floppy and tipped by amazingly large nipples. There was blood in her medium-length white hair. Although she was in no shape for another round of battle, none of the sorceress's wounds looked life threatening.

The other amazon who was with Diarwyn was not so lucky. The maimed warrior had a smashed leg, and it looked as if one of her tits had been hacked off. Despite some first aid that had taken place, Lay'phena did not think the girl was long for the mortal realm. Diarwyn had used her magic to float her dying lover down the side of the tree, and the butchered elf still hovered beside her. "Captain, thank the goddess you made it out. Please, help me carry my love home. My spell will run out soon."

"Are you joking?" Lay'phena asked. "Enemy patrols are going to see the fire from miles around. I'm going to run now, and if you want to live you'd better come with me." Lay'phena turned away.

Diarwyn quickly reached a decision. She knelt down and briefly held her lover's hand. "Darling, I always said you had a body to die for, but I'm afraid I lied." The sorceress cut short her spell, and her ex-lover fell to ground.

"Ahh!" The girl cried as her bleeding body was dropped on the forest floor. "No, Diarwyn! I love you! Don't leave me!" But the sorceress and the amazon leader left the hapless chick to die alone by the burning fort.

Lay'phena was impressed with this sorceress; clearly, Diarwyn was not another short-sighted, naïve bitch willing to die for attachments of the flesh. The dark elf captain knew the determined amazon, canny enough to survive the deadly assault on the fort, could be a valuable ally. And then there was the fact that the sorceress would likely be an excellent fuck. Watching the younger woman's tits bounce as she jogged, not to mention all the recent carnage she had seen wrought upon delicate, feminine flesh, made Lay'phena feel like a bitch in heat. When Diarwyn told her that Princess Kelaana had been inside the now destroyed fort, Lay'phena joyfully imagined the royal slut choking down smoke before the fire cooked her helpless body.

For her part, the sorceress could see the political advantage of attaching herself to a rising star like Lay'phena, and of course the skilled, busty warrior was incredibly beautiful. Amazingly, the two made it all the way back to the caves before they fell on each other in an animalistic display of rough, lesbian sex.

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Kelaana and Nadal'tra were curled up together on the floor of the dungeon, licking each others' twats and pinching erect nipples, when they heard the sound of a bell off in the distance.

"The alarm!" The older elf cried out in dismay. She disentangled herself from her lover and retrieved her belt of throwing knives, along with her buckler and sword. Nadal'tra left her tunic on the floor; forest elves always fought in the nude, allowing their unearthly beauty to distract their opponents. "The tone of the bell means the perimeter has been breached. I have to go help my sisters!"

"They've found me," Kelaana said miserably. If Lay'phena had survived the battle in the forest the previous day, the sick elf would see to it the princess came to a grisly end.

"Don't fret, my wonderful love. There's a secret cell I can hide you in while we slaughter the enemy."

"No, Nadal'tra, don't you see? This is our chance! We can escape in the confusion, maybe run away to the human lands. We could be together!"

Nadal'tra shook her head. "I have to go help my sisters," she repeated. "Duty demands it. Please, just trust me that you'll be safe, and that I'll find a way to save your life." She took Kelaana by the hand and led her out of the room.

Behind the forest elf, Kelaana felt her eyes welling up with tears. Why was Nadal'tra throwing away this opportunity? Did she not understand what was going to happen to Kelaana? The torture would resume, the dark elf would be broken, and then she would be executed. There was nothing to stop this while she was a captive of the forest elves, and if Nadal'tra could not see this then she was lying to herself. Kelaana knew there was only one chance to save herself, and the selfish elf took it.

Nadal'tra was surprised when her lover suddenly moaned and stumbled against the wall. "Kelaana?" she asked, gripping the delicate girl's shoulders. Then she cried out as she felt a terrible pain in her belly. The amazon looked down to find one of her own throwing blades buried deep inside her, the handle still held by the dark elf chick. She had been tricked and killed by her own love!

"Why?" Nadal'tra moaned sadly. She fell forward into Kelaana's arms, and the girl fell to her knees with her lover.

"I'm sorry..." Kelaana said tearfully, now cursing her own weakness upon seeing what she had done. "I don't want to die in this dungeon... I- I have to get out."

Nadal'tra's love for the princess was so strong, she accepted her fate. Kelaana had been right, she finally realized, that escape was the only way for the dark elf to live. "s'okay..." she choked out between strangled breaths, tasting blood in her mouth. "...love you."

"I love you, Nadal'tra," Kelaana sobbed. Her hand stroked her lover's hair.

Nadal'tra had always suspected she would die with sharp steel sheathed in her graceful body, but not like this. The bleeding elf chick realized how horny she still was from her final, interrupted session of love-making. Kelaana had only been moments away from bringing her to another orgasm when they had stopped. "Kiss me," she begged her lover.

Kelaana wrapped her mouth around Nadal'tra's bloody lips, and their tongues met. The dark elf could no longer bear to watch the terrible suffering of her love. She withdrew the knife from Nadal'tra's belly before pressing it against the left breast. The blade passed between the forest elf's ribs before entering her heart.

Kelaana- The amazon came to a shuddering climax as she died, pulling the dark elf close and then falling limp in her lover's arms. Blood dripped from her mouth and onto large breasts glistening with sweat, with crimson also flowing copiously from her wounds. Princess Kelaana laid the warrior's body gently on the floor, the dark elf's head hung in shame and despair. She thought of taking her own life as well, but realized how awful that would be: it would mean she had murdered her beautiful love for nothing!

Still crying, Kelaana took the elf's weapons and went back for the tunic as well; she would need clothing outside the forests of the elven nymphs. Kelaana was inexperienced with the sword, and it was fortunate that she encountered no amazons escaping from the fort. A few minutes after entering the forest she turned back and saw the elven stronghold mysteriously burst into flames at the base: it was as if the goddesses had set a funeral pyre for her sweet Nadal'tra.