THE DARK LORD COMES

"If you see her during the battle, do all you can to capture her. I would like to have some ‘fun’ after this battle, and I believe she would do nicely."

"As you command, master." The Witch-king s
It had been two months since that day and so far things were progressing well. The mares and children had been put to work, with many of the mares becoming servants while others, mostly the more defiant ones, had been given to the Uruks to help "relieve" their stress. As for the fillies and colts; the fillies were being taught by Dark Disciple, who was the priest of the village, to be better servants. As for the colts, they were being trained by Khamul to be Damien’s elite guard. He also had more pits built for the Uruks and orcs, whose numbers had grown to near 4,000 Uruks and 10,000 orcs. This allowed Damien to start setting up forts along his territory. So far, three building with four hundred Uruks and six hundred orcs had been built. Each building also had one Nagul to monitor the construction of the forts.

His forces had also tamed more Caragors, and even a couple Graugs, which were being prepared for battle. Damien’s territory expanded to include several more villages, with the Witch-king having captured them and enlisted any warriors from the villages who didn’t die in the attacks. This brought in more resources from the villages, as well as bringing the number of Zestral warriors up to around eight hundred; all of whom were being trained and equipped with better armor and weapons.

Though his conquest hadn't gone unnoticed by the nearby lords around the holdings. They had been sighted building a force to fight. It was small, mostly being made up of levies and pirates, but if left unchecked it may draw more trouble from the local states. However, Damien had been studying these countries over the past few months.

The nation of Shining Peaks, which was located in the northern tip of the Island of the Night, had been built by the Thestral colonists alongside the obsidian peaks of the northern coast. Out of the three main countries on the island, it had the strongest land force, with a well-trained and drilled army. They controlled the entirety of the northern region of the island, with well-fortified castles and towns.

The city-state of Twilight was the religious center of the island, with a strong and well-trained force of zealots to defend it, although they were rarely bothered. It was located in the north-west area of the island, close to the border of Shining Peaks.

The country of Zecomonda was the richest, with the largest navy out of the three, although their army was mostly made up of levies and pirates. They were located on the south-west portion of the island, with their territory being more focused on the sea. They leave their land mostly unfortified, with only small garrisons to protect it. They were the weakest land-wise, although their coastal settlements were better fortified and had larger garrisons.

Conquering any of Damien’s neighbors was low on his todo list. Currently, he had to deal with the coalition of lords and their armies. Damien took a force of 1,500 to fight the lords with. Their army was around 1,200 strong, and was made up of pirates and militia, so he had little to worry about. Damien’s force of around 1,000 raiders, 400 archers, and 100 Caragor riders was more than enough to fight off the disorganized coalition. He had also brought the Witch-king and Khamul to serve as advisors and commanders in the coming battle.

Damien found the enemy army camped out in a large open field on the other side of the shallow river that stood in front of him. It was early, probably around six or seven in the morning. He ordered his army to take up positions on the other side of the river, with the archers in front as the infantry formed up behind them. The Caragor riders moved up the sides of the formation, ready to move and hit the enemy’s flanks if given the order. Damien and his Nazgul sat in chariots at the back of the line. The enemy army didn't take long to notice the line of soldiers, and the Zestral soldiers quickly formed up into what could only be described as a loose phalanx . The unicorns had formed up in the center of their line, with the earth ponies in front, and lastly the pegasi in the back. The general look of the force was weak, and could barely be compared to the formation of which it tried to imitate. The levies were armed with spears and wicker shields, while others had slings, short bows, and javelins. The pirates had better equipment, wearing gambesons and light chainmail with iron helmets. For melee weapons, they carried curved swords, axes, spears, and a variety of shields and beyond that, they had javelins for a range.

Damien saw three stallions; two unicorns and a pegasus, all wearing silver scale armor with swords at their sides, come out from the army and walk to the edge of the river bank. The pegasus, who had grey fur with black stripes, then shouted, "We wish to Parley." Damien looked to the Witch-king on his right, and to Khamul on his left, and then nodded. They drove their chariots forward as the Uruks made a path through the line for them to march through as Damien eyed the three stallions. The first two weren't much. One was a fat, with brown and butter fur and blue eyes, and the second was a simpler build to the pegasus, and had green fur with silver stripes. Damien sighed as he realized that they most likely had never seen a battle. He was sure that they had plenty of loot, though.

They drove up until they reached the edge of their side of the river, before getting off the chariots and walking to the Zestral’s side of the river, stopping five feet away from them.

“I am Damien, and these are my commanders: Angmar and Khamul. May I ask who you three are?”

The Pegasus responded, "I am Lord Night Strike, leader of this army." He gestured to the fat unicorn on the left “This is Lord Penny Biter, and the other to my right is Lord Silver Grace."

Damien nodded and then spoke. “Nice to meet you all, now is there any way to end this without violence, or will I have to crush you like bugs?"

"I will not leave until I have what is mine!" The fat stallion shouted as the pegasus sighed and spoke. “No, there is not. Unless you return our lost lands to us, we will fight for them."

"Then come and take it!" Damien announced as he walked back to his chariot with Khamul and the Witch-king following. The three stallion exchanged glances before returning to their army.

Once both parties had returned to their armies, there was a long pause as both armies planned their next move. But then, something caught Damien’s eye. He saw the pegasus standing on a hill near the back of his army with the other two by him, as well as another figure. She was a pegasus; most likely the daughter of Night Strike. She had no helmet, which let her white hair that was well kept and styled in a ponytail that draped over her shoulder; the kind of hairstyle that all anime mothers who end up dying seem to have. Her fur was light grey with dark grey stripes. Smiling a little, Damien spoke to the Nazgul next to his chariot. “Do you to see the female pegasus near Lord Night?"

"Yes." They both replied.
aid as he went to the left side of the army. Khamul followed heading to the right. Once both were in the position Damien took a look at his forces to decide which to move first. But as he was about to give an order after around ten minutes of thinking, he heard a horn from the enemy’s left flank as they suddenly started to charge toward him, leaving their allies in shock at their bold and reckless charge. Quickly giving an order, Damien shouted, "Archers! On my order, fire!" The Uruks readied their arrows as they waited for the firing order. The enemy was making ground at a slower pace, as the water ran by them. When the line reached the middle of the river, Damien shouted, "Commence volley fire!" The archers quickly drew their arrows as their officers gave orders to fire. Khamul and the Witch-king gave their soldiers the same order, and a series of arrows from across the line fell into the oncoming attack. The enemy returned fire, sending a variety of projectiles back at Damien’s forces, with the unicorns casting magic, or bringing up shields to protect themselves. The hail of arrows hit the enemy with great effect, as they went right through the wicker shields, hitting the enemy as Damien’s forces were hit by theirs. Most of their projectiles hit his men's iron shields as others hit the archers, downing a few, but not enough. They fired another volley into the Zestral’s ranks, killing more as they got closer.

"Archers, pull back! Infantry, form a shield wall!" Damien shouted as the enemy’s pegasi took to the air. The Uruks did as they were told, with the archers pulling back and reforming as the infantry tightened formation and locked shields as the enemy reached the river bank, letting out a cry as they charged. The enemy clashed; slamming into Damien’s ranks as the sound of the battle took hold, as steel clashed with steel. Above, the pegasi either fired down onto Damien's force, or dived down clutching their weapons at their decent. The Uruk archers started to fire once more, trying to cut down the pegasi. Damien turned his front rank as he saw the enemy push forward, to little effect, as they were cut down with no mercy. The left and right flanks started to sweep around and fall on the enemy’s flanks, destroying the enemy.

Looking Back into the sky, Damien saw that the enemy’s pegasi were pulling back. arrows followed, as they brought more of their numbers from the sky. Looking down, he saw that the main enemy force was moving forward to save their comrades from defeat. The unicorns had taken front rank, casting a long shield over the front of their line as the pegasi took to the air. Sadly, if any of them saw the smile on his face they would turn back now, as he raised his right hand and started to whisper in the chaos. "Leav waavas juldas avhem riuke agh ukwallow avhem shal mausan waravh." The water under his enemy started to rise and quicken as the enemy suddenly stopped in their tracks, looking at the water rising from under them until from the water rose a large wave, much bigger and stronger than should have been possible. The Zestral army, now seeing this, started to fall back as unicorns brought their shield up to stop the wave as the archer's arrows picked at them from above. But it was too late, as they had moved far into the water, and the wave was moving too fast to escape.

As the wave smashed into their lines, the shield, weakened from arrow fire, not even being strong enough to hold, gave way like broken glass as the water rushed past them, dragging the enemies soldiers under the water. The enemy was in full rout now, with nearly two-thirds of their force drowning as the pegasi ran back to their camp with whoever reached the other side. Among them, Damien spotted one; the mare who once stood at the hill was running on the ground, trying like the rest to escape him. The water now returning back to it's a regional state, with the few who survived the wave now moving to join the retreat. But not making it far, as the last volley of arrows cut them down.

The Uruks, now finished killing their enemies who rushed them, chased their fleeing enemy as they ran beside Damien and his commanders, their chariots speeding toward the shattered coalition forces with the Caragor riders following close behind them, intent on making sure the enemy doesn't get away. They closed the distance quickly, as the chariot’s blades started to cut down the cowards as Damien sent a few fireballs overhead, engulfing groups of enemy soldiers; their cries filling the air along with the panicked cries from the still fleeing enemy. It wasn’t long until they reach the enemy camp as they ran down another stallion, as Caragor riders passed Damien, he stepped off his chariot and continued on foot as Khamul swung his chariot to sweep around the camp, to make sure that as few stragglers as possible escaped. The Witch-king pulled up beside Damien as a few Caragor riders quickly ran by, continuing the slaughter. He turned his head to Damien as he met the Witch-king’s gaze.

"Master, the girl you asked to keep watch for; I saw her. She's on the far left side of the camp." He spoke as Damien nodded. He then sped off to find any still running. As he left, Damien changed his form, turning into a mist and making a beeline for the far left of the camp, intent on getting his prize, watching as Uruks and their mounts made quick work of the enemy’s remaining men. He quickly make it to the far left of the camp and saw that the Caragor riders had already cut down any that were in sight. Reforming into his armor, Damien began his search for his little bird, making sure to step lightly. After five minutes of walking, he heard voices.

"Song, I think those creatures are gone. We have to move before more arrive." The voice of Night said in a strained tone.

"Are you sure?" The second female voice asked.

"Yes, now come on! If we are quick, we can escape." Night replied as Damien heard their hooves make a quick dash, passing into the open from a tent on his right, Damien returned to his mist from and flee high to look like a cloud of smoke, following them and watching as they hid behind tent after tent, with Night in front; sword drawn as he looked for any Uruks as they passed. They reached the edge of the camp and were about to run when a Khamul rode up with six Caragor riders from the left, scanning the camp for anyone trying to run. He looked back and saw that many of the tents were lit aflame as Uruks passed, gathering anything of value from the tents or bodies as they quickly closed the gap between them and the two Zestrals.

Looking back down, Damien watched as Night peeked his head out, his eyes locking with the soulless eyes of the Nazgul as his chariot and the Riders around him stopped staring at the stallion, his eyes quickly looked at his daughter as he whispered. "I'm going to count to five and when I do you fly, as fast as you can, don't look back; just fly home to Weather Top and ready our defenses." He said as the Caragor moved forward, fangs barred as their riders readied their spears.

"What?! No! we can’t run! there's no-"

"One."

"Father no! We can make it!"

"Two. Song, look around. Either you run, or we both die."

"No, we are leaving together."

Damien, seeing this, decided that enough was enough as he landed before them; quickly taking his armored form with mace in hand and laughing, as the two Zestral’s eyes widened in shock.

"And where are you two going, my friends?” Damien asked as his eyes flashed an amber glow, as he raised his mace. Night recovered from his shock as he readied a defensive stance, ready to defend his daughter and said, "Song, run now!"

"But-"

"Now!" Night yelled as he swung forward, with his sword aiming for Damien's neck as Damien raised his mace, blocking the swing. He made his other hand into a fist, hitting Night in the jaw as he stumbled back, spitting an out blood as he looked back at Damien. Song, watching this unfold, didn't give another moment as she turned around and ran, sword drawn. Watching her run Damien spoke. "After her!" Only for Night to snap back. "Stay away from her!”

Damien looked at him, as the Caragor riders started to pass by him, eager for battle. He smiled before speaking. "Khamul, take care of him. The rest of you, resume your task. I have a Mare to find." Damien finished as he used to power to increase his speed, quickly passing the stallion as Khamul got down from his chariot, sword drawn, and advanced onto him. The Caragor riders turned and left, looking for any more enemies leaving the two to fight alone. Night went running after Damien, only to be knocked to the ground. Turning his head, he saw Khamul standing there in an aggressive stance; his longsword raised, ready for battle as he spoke. “You are not leaving, fool."

Night got back up as he raised his sword in a defensive stance and waited. Khamul struck, swing his sword from the right, to which Night blocked and parried, swinging back. Khamul blocked the sword with his gauntlet as he brought his sword’s pommel into Night’s cheek, sending him back a bit as he reared his hand back and thrust forward; plunging the sword into Night’s throat with a sickening snapping sound as the blade went through the bone and out the back of his neck. Blood trickled down the blade as Night’s body went limp, falling to the ground with a dull thud. Drawing the blade from the now limp body, Khamul walked forward, searching for anyone else to cut down.

Back with Damien, after he dashed past Night, turning left he followed his prey as she ran. Although she wasn't getting far, as he easily kept pace. After three minutes of chasing her, and passing two dead Uruks, he cornered her as she ran into three Uruk archers. They blocked her only escape route, with one having his bow drawn and ready if she attempted to fly off. She turned around, about to run, when she saw Damien standing there.

"Hello, my dear," Damien said as he advanced in a calm pace, but his intent was clear as the mare raised her sword to him. When Damien was six feet from her, she struck, swinging her sword downward as she used her wings to gain height. As the blade was about connected with his neck She was suddenly sent flying into a tent as the air was knocked out of her, and Damien stood there; mace in hand as the downed mare laid covered by the now-fallen tent, as she struggled to escape it. The Uruks, who had watched this, got to work as they ran over ready to kill the mare. But then, Damien simply said, “Leave her be. She is mine, so go, before I have to make you." The Uruks didn't take long before they ran off to another part of the camp. Once gone, Damien looked to the mare, seeing her getting up and looking for her sword.

"It's been fun but I think it's time we end this little chase, no?" He spoke walking toward the mare as the ring on his finger glowed as he simply spoke. "Ukleep." In an instant, the mare collapsed as she slept. Damien moved over to the mare, as he picked her up and started to carry her on his shoulder back to his chariot, passing by Uruks in the middle of looting the camp and bodies carrying crates of wines and beers to their side of the river. He simply walked, carrying his prize. When he reached his chariot, he saw the Driver standing nearby with a skin sack. As he drank from it, he noticed the two approaching and put his sack back to his side and got to the reins, pulling a bit to get the Caragors back up and ready.

Damien placed the mare on the chariot as he looked to the driver and spoke. “Take us back across the river." The driver nodded as his liege climbed aboard and cracked his whip on the back of the Caragor, driving the chariot forward.

As they drove along he sent a message to the Nazgul. ‘Have the enemy camp burned, and take anything of value. Once they are finished, have them set up camp on the other side of the river.’ The Nazgul didn't reply as they followed their lord's orders and got the Uruks to work.

By the time the Uruks had finished burning the camp and gathering the loot, it was midday and the Uruks were quick to start setting up the camp as they set up tents and dug ditches and latrines. Damien was seated in his own tent, which was based on a large version of a Roman command tent, being able to fit around thirty people inside. And currently, Damien sat on a large cushion as he drank from a goblet of red wine, looted from the enemy camp. To his right was the Witch-king and Khamul, sitting beside him as they gave battle reports.

"Our losses number 349, as our wounded number 213. Our enemy’s losses number 987 dead, with the rest of their force having scattered." The Witch-king spoke to which Damien nodded happily with the results of the battle.

"I have the sent the Caragor riders to patrol the surrounding area to find any more of the enemy’s forces and keep watch for any more incoming armies," Khamul said as he cleaned his sword using a piece of cloth, to which Damien spoke.

"Good, keep me posted on any further news. As for now, you two are dismissed." The two nodded as they got up and gave a deep bow before turning and leaving. Once gone, Damien looked to the right side of the tent, seeing in a bed covered in a leather blanket, laid Song, still fast asleep as she laid there. After the battle was over, and his tent was pitched, he undressed the mare and gave her armor to the Uruks to add to the pile of loot collected, with her cloths placed on a small stand at the base of the bed. After taking another sip from his goblet, he placed it on the table and walked over to her, as he dispersed the sleep spell placed on her. It would not be long before she would wake. Damien walked until he was at the end of the bed, before in a flash, he was no longer in his armor. Instead, he wore a long leather jacket and black jeans, with his armored boots still on. He then used his power to summon four chains that tied each of the mare's legs and arms to the bedpost as he waited.

It took around three minutes before the mare started to stir, as Damien levitated the goblet back into his right hand and gulped the rest of it down, before he placed the now empty goblet on top of Song’s clothes, before resting his eyes on the waking mare.

[pov] Song

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a tall dark shape of a pony sitting on the edge of the bed. blinking a few times, the dark blur turned into a creature. It had a similar head structure as one of the dark-skinned monsters from battle, although his skin was a much lighter shade of white. I tried to move my arms and legs, only to find them tied to the bedpost, preventing any action against him. Looking back at him, I studied at his features more. His mane was raven black, with the top being combed back into a short ponytail. As for his beard, which was thick and shortly trimmed. His eyes were a cold blue staring intently at my bond form. Looking over the rest of his body, he looked to be well-muscled, and his overall look wasn't as bad as the darker skinned creatures, even handsome to a point. After around five minutes of us staring, he spoke.

"It seems you have calmed down as I hoped. Good." He said in a familiar voice. As he raised his right hand, I saw a simple gold ring on his finger as he started to rub his chin. I said nothing, merely watching the stallion.

"I believe introductions are in order, my pet. I am your new master, Damien. And you are?"

"I am not your slave," I said angrily as he merely chuckled before speaking.

"Then who are you, my dear?" He said in an even tone.

"I am Lady Silver Song, daughter of Lord Night of Weathered Peak castle and I demand I be released!"

"Well, then Lady Song, if you haven't noticed, you are bound to the bed and in no position to be making demands of me." He leaned over to me until his face was a foot from mine, as his hand went under the blanket as i felt his hand drift to my...

"No!" I yelled as his hand caressed my lower lip. I tried to struggle; anything to stop him as he merely smiled as he watched me. I looked at him, pleading. "Please no, I'm sorry for snapping, just please..." I was cut off as he raised his left hand to my face, before snapping as he placed his hand on my face, grabbing me as he pushed my head to the left as he spoke.

"Lat ukerve alnej!" As I felt a searing pain rake my face and my mind, I thrashed and pulled for what felt like minutes, until it stopped as a voice spoke.

'Why resist?'

'Wh... what?'

'Why fight him when you know this is how it should be?' The voice made sense. Why fight when it... felt GOOOD. As this happened, I stopped struggling as he smiled, pressing his hand to my clit and rubbing it. I moaned lightly, giving into his touch as he continued to finger me. He started slowly building up; his pace slowed as he reviled in my moans as he continued thrusting his finger into my pussy.

He continued for five minutes as he started to rapidly thrust his fingers into me, as my moans grew louder and more desperate with each passing moment until after around five minutes, I felt my climax building as my moans grew louder.

"I'm... go... going to cum." As those words left my lip he stopped as he drew his hand from my now dripping lips and brought his soaked hand to my mouth and spoke. “Suck," To which I did. As he brought his hand closer, I reached out with my tongue and started to lick my essence, greedily wanting more pleasure from my master.

"Ooh look how quickly your mood turned. Tell me, do you want me inside you?" He said with even breath as he studied my features.

"Yes, please Master, please."

"Then show me how much you want me in you." He said as he used his magic to remove the chains on my hands and hooves as he got up from the bed, removing his jacket as I got up and moved to his crotch, getting on my knees as his jacket fell to floor. As I moved to his shirt, I got to work on his belt, quickly unbuckling it and working on his pants, quickly revealing his grey boxers with a sizeable budge as he watched me. I reached up, slipping my hands under the band as I started to pull down his boxers, revealing his cock as all twelve inches bounced, catching me on my nose as its musk filled my senses as I clasped the shaft and started to work my hands up and down the shaft, as master let out a light moan. I lowered my lips to the head and started to kiss and lick the top of his member.

"Good girl. But I would like it a bit deeper." As he finished saying that, I felt one of his hands grab the back of my head as he forced me to deep-throat his member, slamming it down my throat and cutting off my air flow as he started to rapidly skull fuck me, forcing inch after inch down my throat. "There we go, much better," he moaned.

We continued like this for around five minutes, as he got his length down my throat before he released my head. I quickly pulled my head from his cock, coughing and gasping for air as master stood up and spoke. "You did good, but I think it's time for us to finish this before we lose any more time, no?" I breathed before speaking.

"Yes, Master."

I got up and laid down on the bed, as master climbed into the bed next to me, motioning for me to get on his lap. I did as I was told and changed my position until I was on his lap, straddling his member as I rubbed myself on him before I grabbed his member and lined it up with my slit as he asked. "Are you a virgin, my dear?"

“Yes."

"Hmm, good. Then this is better than I thought. Now then, may we get started?” As he finished speaking, he bucked his hips upward impaling my pussy on his cock. I moan deeply as I started to ride him, moving my hips at a slow pace as I tried to get used to the feeling of it inside of me. After a minute, the pain subsided to the pleasure that replaced the feeling, as I picked up the pace on his cock.
By now, master placed his hands on my thighs to steady me as I lost myself to the feeling of pleasure that overtook my senses. After six minutes of letting me ride him, master started to buck his hips upward, meeting me as I came down, sending a surge of pleasure up my spine as I arched my back, letting him take full control as he bucked his hips with as much force as he could, letting out groan as I moaned out for him. After around three minutes, my breath became ragged as he increased his pace as I met him thrust for thrust as I got closer and closer to climax and so was he, as his pace quickened and his member pulsed as we both approached climax.

"Hmm yes, please fill me! Fill me with your seed!” I screamed as I slammed my hips down onto him as my juices and his mixed as climax took us.

"Ha... that was good. Thank you, my pet," Master said as I fell on top of him; his hand petting my hair as we recovered. I smiled before speaking. “Thank you, Master."

I slid off of him as he got up from the bed and started to redress. I followed soon after, as we both quickly got dressed and he fixed me with an inquisitive look and asked, "Now then, how about I ask some questions, alright?"

"Of course, Master."

"Good. First of all, were there any other lords that were coming with reinforcements, or were you the only ones?"

"Not that I know of. When we first heard of you, we thought we would only be fighting some savages and not anything of true strength, and only sent messages to my father’s closest friends, as they have fought similar problems from rouge bands of raiders, or less-than-happy farmers.” I said as he gave me an inquisitive before he smiled and continued.

"Good, that's one problem not to worry about. Now then, how far away is your home, my dear?”

"It's a three-day march from here, and would offer little resistance since when we left, my father took most of our stallion-at-arms with us when we left, leaving only two dozen home."

"And the other lords' lands, where are they?"

"Lord Silver's lands are a week’s march from here, while Penny's lands are a day’s march from here."

"So I take it that his lands are the ones I have been taking?"

"Yes, almost all of the lands taken by your forces were his."

"Thank you, that will be all. Go prepare me something to eat. There's a spit roaster to use outside the tent if you wish to use it. Ask the Uruks outside my tent for help if you need it."

"Of course, Master." I quickly got to work as I left the tent as Master followed.

[pov] Damien

I followed Song out of the tent and turned left, looking for the Nazgul to prepare for the coming week, as we had work to do before we were noticed by any other lords. I smiled as I thought of the coming week. “So it begins."