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Another one
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In the world of Vestra, there are many strange creatures. Many dangerous, all wondrous. From a race of humans who can tower over all and possess the strength of a hundred men, to various beasts of both human and monster make. Some of the strange creatures have lived along side the races of the world in peace, others would not hesitate to attack you like a mindless animal.
But, there were also other creatures, creatures that lived in other bordering worlds only accessible through magical means, that could grant power and strength to humans, if they so desire to. And, it was not uncommon for warriors, mages, thieves, and many more kinds of humans to seek out such creatures to be gifted their powers.
Many search, many fail, but they still journey to make their wish a reality.
Though, those only wanted that power so they could be better at what they do; she only wanted it temporarily so she could have the strength to enact revenge for an injustice.
That was why the stalwart and knightly woman was there, standing before the darkness of the cavern. It took her years to train herself to fight well, but in the end she learned that no matter how much she learned or trained, her quarry was simply to powerful, and very hard to reach. So, she decided to seek the alternative; seek out one of these so called ‘world walkers’ to gain its powers, so she can complete her quest for vengeance.
The world walkers was what the humans called them; the creatures that could travel between the plains and the worlds simply as if it was natural. And finding one, was much more difficult then she thought. Not many of the world walkers truthfully announce their presence in the human world, simply sticking to the shadows and in hiding. And, there were not that many world walkers in the human world at all, for most would simply treat their visit to the human world as a small vacation before returning to their home world. There were only a miniscule few of the world walkers that stay in the human world, and have their own reasons why they stay.
It took her ages to finally find where one made a temporary residences in the human world, and this one was a particularly guarded secret. She actually stumbled upon the location purely by accident, when the map to the cave was dropped by a traveling merchant who visited the creature inside frequently. It would appear the two were close friends. Though friends as they may be, it did not stop the stoic warrior woman to question the merchant to learn more of the creature.
The creature inside the cavern was quite partial to the various wines of the human world, and the merchant was more then happy to deliver the creature different kinds of wine she had acquired in her travels in exchange for something of value from the creature. A strange ink like fluid, simply dubbed ‘Essence of Shade’. When mixed in a potion, the Essence of Shade can temporarily boost magical properties in the user. However, it was a printed warning that raw Essence of Shade was very dangerous, and must first be diffused with water before using.
But that did not matter to her; she wanted to speak with the creature, to see if she cannot be granted its powers. So, with one hand on the pummel of her sword and the other gripped around the neck of a wine bottle, she slowly entered the cave, prepared to face this creature.
The cave was not as cold and damp as she had thought it would be. In fact, the air inside seemed to be quite warm, and the walls appeared to be whipped dry and kept well clean. Studying the cavern more, she learned that not even the ground had any rocks at all, completely clear and flat and making a pathway to the rear of the tunnel.
And there, just at the end of the cave, was a singular flickering candle adhered to a wooden wall and over a rickety wooden door. She drew closer to the faux-house, hearing a variety of different sounds coming from the other side of the door. One sound was the clattering of dishware and the slight splashing of water. Another sound was the low but evident ticking of a large clock. The last sound, was more louder and clearer then the others; it was a voice, softly humming a jovial tune. Even though humming, the voice was deep and hollow.
Before she could knock, the sound of the water and ceramic clatters stopped, along with the humming.
“Please, do come in, it will be raining soon, and you could catch a cold.”
She stopped her hand in the air, just scant inches from rapping on the wooden surface. The same voice seemed to echo with a visceral tone, aloft yet reflecting intelligence. This creature knew she was there, sensed her presence. But, does it know it was not the merchant? Taking a deep breath, she took the rope that substituted a door handle and pulled it opened.
‘Cozy’, was a good word for what she saw. The cavern rounded in the back, and filled with the essentials of what a home needed. There was a dresser and drawers, a round table with dishware placed, a hanging chandelier of candles to keep the area lit, a rustic bed dressed with quilts, and a bookshelf filled with books and various knick-knacks. She looked to her left.
There was a wood stove there, and next to it a large basin of water filled with used plates and other crockery. But that was not what caught her attention. Now, what caught her attention and made her gasp in surprise, was the creature standing over the basin and dutifully cleaning the soiled pottery.
The creature was towering in height, even though it was bent to fit in the home. It’s arms were incredibly long and skeletal, ending with equally long and gangly fingers. The body was proportionally as skeletal and thin as the rest of it. The neck was long, the head human like save for the lack of any nose or ears, and not a single thread of hair on its head. The skin was a dark shade, almost as black as the night, and when it turned its head towards its guest, its eyes were a pair of glowing green orbs.
The warrior woman stood stock still out of fear, but instinctually kept her hand on the hilt of her blade by her side in case she needed to strike. At first, this creature looked at her in surprise, but ever slowly a smile appeared on its face, and it gestured to one of the chairs at the table.
“Please, sit. I don’t get much guests out here.”
The warrior looked at the offered chair and the smiling creature cautiously, her hand still resting on her sword, and timidly made her way to the table. She sat down and watched the creature grab a few glasses from a low hanging cupboard, setting them on the table as well.
Seeing the glasses, the warrior sat the wine bottle between them, just as the creature sat down across from her, its knees pointing high enough that its legs were practically against its chest.
The warrior felt that she need to speak, but the creature still had that smile as it picked up the wine bottle to examine it.
“Fermented banana wine, from the tropics of Valia.” The creature deftly uncorked the bottle and took a sniff with its nonexistent nose. “Not the strongest of brews, but among the sweetest tasting.” It then looked to the warrior, its expression now that of concern. “I, do hope you didn’t kill anyone to get this.”
The woman quickly shook her head. “N-no… I, met the merchant, and I learned of your existence. I volunteered to bring you your wine.”
The creature gave her a raised brow, but nonetheless began to fill the glasses with the sweet smelling golden liquid. “Is she, doing well?” It asked, after a short pause of silence.
The woman nodded her head this time. “She is doing fine. She pleaded that I not hurt you.”
The creature nodded its head in understanding, setting the bottle aside as it grabbed its full glass. The warrior did the same, bringing the brew close. She hardly drank spirits, but she knew it was rude to decline an offered drink. And, true what this creature said, it was quite sweet tasting, but not that potent of a liquor. While she only drank half her glass, the dark creature drank its down in one gulp, making a content sigh when finished.
“Very few humans know that I’m out here,” The creature started. “And, lesser more hardly return for a visit. Though, I am more interested in why you are here, now.”
The woman sat her glass aside and gave the creature a determined expression. “I heard tales that you can grant strength to those who wish it.”
It as almost humorous as he creature brushed its chin in thought, but the warrior was hardly amused with the gesture.
“I can, though you must know I’m not that powerful.” The creature stated. “But, the true question is, why do you need my power?”
“My business is my own,” The warrior narrowed her eyes at the creature. “Will you help me or not?”
The creature shook its head. “I will not. It is not that simple, human. I can’t simply give you my powers and not expect you to use them for wrong doings. I must know why you need them.”
The warrior was silent. The creature made a very good point. How many times has it granted temporary power to someone, only to have them abuse it for their own needs? And though she didn’t wish to tell this creature the reason why she needed it, it seemed she had no other choice.
“There is a man,” She started. “He was a man I once trusted, but he defiled that trust when he took my mother. He, was a slaver, and I never knew. He sold her, long ago, and I do not know where she is. However, I have found the slaver’s business in Port Infamy. I want the power so that I may find this man and teach him a lesson, and hopefully find any documents about my mother, and where she may be.”
A silence hung in the air. Seconds passed, until the creature reached across the table, and gently took one of her hands into its and gave it a comforting squeeze.
“I believe you, and your reasons are valiant.” The creature’s calming smile incited her to smile herself. It was odd, but feeling the creature touch her, she quickly became aware of how warm it felt, and how smooth its skin was. She would have expected for such creature to had cold skin, and having a rough texture.
Slowly, the creature released her with a small sigh. “I’ll grant you my power, but you must know it will take me a while.”
“How long?” The warrior asked.
“I already told you I’m not that powerful, but my kind has an interesting trick. I can meditate to draw in and build up power. I can gather enough energy to give you some power, just enough to assist you, I’ll even show you how to use them. But, to gather enough power, I must meditate for, at most, a whole week.”
The warrior thought on this. “It doesn’t seem that bad.”
It was incredible odd to see the creature’s face possess a certain expression, that if it could blush, it most certainly would be right now. “Well, there is a faster way, but I do not think you would accept it.”
“A faster way?” The warrior thought more. “Oh, do you mean the Essence of Shade you give the merchant?”
Once again, if the creature could blush, the face would show that it grew more. “W-well, yes, but…” The creature coughed to clear its throat, looking back to the woman. “The fastest way, is somewhat more riskier then the slower way. If you are willing to stay here for a whole week and leave me in peace and uninterrupted meditation, then I will accommodate my home for your stay.”
There was something the creature said, that caught the warrior’s attention. “Wait, are you saying that in order to gather the power you need, you need to meditate for a whole uninterrupted week?”
The creature nodded its head. “Hours upon hours, days upon days, locked in a meditative state.”
“And… the faster way?” The warrior cautiously asked,
Once more, the blushless expression. “It would, require us to be… physically intimate.”
A silence hung over the two, as the they sat staring at each other. The warrior ran what was told to her over and over through her mind, as the creature sat silently, its glowing green eyes shimmering in the dim chamber.
After the silence, a tension began to rose, as the warrior narrowed her eyes at the creature. “Is this a joke?”
The expression on the creature’s face spoke volumes. There was no treachery in its eyes, no guile in the soften expression. The creature spoke the truth, and in a sense that frightened her. In her younger years, when she was growing into womanhood, her mother used to tell her stories of the beasts of this world, how some would ravage her if she was not careful, to rape a young fertile human female like her.
She never believed the stories back then, not until during her training with her town’s guard, and saw firsthand the aftermath of such attacks. The woman they found was still alive, but the surrounding area and her body was evidence enough of the incident. Physically, the woman had some scars and some bruises, but mentally the woman would suffer for many years to come.
This is why most monsters of the world are feared and hated and hunted. Looking at this creature, she wasn’t sure of what to say. To give herself willingly to such a creature, many would see her as an abomination just like others who done the same. But, she knew time was not on her side, and to leave this creature to meditate nonstop for a whole week seemed almost, cruel.
As time passed, the tension lessened, just as her narrowed eyes softened.
“I…” She started, lowly. “I, need time to think.”
“This is solely your decision.” The creature told her, and began to pour another glass of banana wine for itself. “You can take as long as you need.”
The warrior nodded, drank the last of her wine, and stepped outside. Funny, the creature was right, it was raining outside the cave mouth. Even if she declined the power now, the walk back to town would prove difficult, seeing how she had to walk a fair distance and climb up a mountain path to get where she was now. Going downhill in the pouring rain no doubt spelled disaster. She sighed, sitting herself down on a flat stone, and began to think deeply on this decision.
To gain the power, she has two choices; one was to allow the creature to meditate for a full and uninterrupted week, while she stayed here in his home. Truthfully, she didn’t have a week. Who knows how long that slaver would stay at his business in the dangerous seaside city, or worse, what could happen to her mother, if it didn’t happen already.
That thought filled her with dread, and fearful of the possibilities that she may be far too late to save her mother.
Then, there was the second choice; to give her body willingly to the creature. She would shamefully admit that she was not inexperienced in the art of ‘coupling’, having taken a few men to her bed a couple of lonely nights. In fact, sometimes it had to be done solely to get information on the man she hunted. She hated those despicable nights, but she had to do what she had to do, to get what she wanted.
However, this was a whole new territory for her. This wasn’t some handsome bar patron that caught her eye, nor is it some lowly thief with information she needed. This wasn’t even a human at all. This was a creature born of shadow and magic, a being that could grant her the strength she needed to enact her vengeance.
What she knows of this creature was what the merchant girl told her. From what she got, he was a very gentle thing and quite sociable, despite his eldritch appearance.
But, to give herself willingly to this creature, or to wait a whole week she did not have?
This thought kept flip-flopping in her mind for a few minutes, the chill of the damp air getting to her, before she came to a conclusion. With a heavy sigh she stood and went back into the humble abode. The creature was finishing cleaning what little dishes he had in the basin, setting the now clean glasses back on the table beside the corked bottle of banana wine.
He had a smile when he looked to the warrior woman, but it dissolved into a concerned expression. “You are wet.”
The woman absent mindedly rubbed her long hair, feeling it damp. The damp wind seemed to catch her while she was in thought. She looked confused when the creature presented a cloth to her, which she took and thanked him, drying herself off.
A silence soon followed, as the creature took a seat on his bed.
“I, came to a decision…” The woman started, setting the cloth on the back of one of the chairs. “I…don’t have a week, to wait.” She gave the creature a stern look. “So, I decided on the second option.” When it looked as if the creature was about to speak, she threw her hand up to silence him. “However, it has to be on my terms. Which means, I will go my own pace, and whatever I say goes. Understand.”
The creature was silent, and gave the woman a respected nod. “As I have said, it is solely your decision.”
The woman nodded her head, feeling her face heat up. “F-fine. I, suppose we must begin.” She nervously undid her belt and sword sheath, putting them aside. It followed with her tabard breastplate, and her gauntlets and boots. The last bit was her chain mail, now standing before the creature in nothing but her tunic and britches. The creature seemed to eye her approvingly, which in a sense, deep down, thrilled her.
But she quickly put that thought aside, approaching the dark being. “If I am to let you anywhere near me,” She started, her voice just above a whisper, her face reddening. “I need to, understand you, better.”
The creature once more gave her a nod, leaning back into his bed. “At your own pace.”
“Thank you,” The woman sat down on the edge of the bed and looked over at the creature. In her mind, she tried to imagine that she was with another human man. A tall, skeletal, dark skinned man. It somewhat worked, but looking at the creature it was hard to accomplish, especially with those glowing green orbs staring at her. “Just another man, just another man, just another man,” She repeated this mantra over and over in her mind, as she hoisted herself and straddled the creature’s legs.
Being so close to him, she quickly realized the size difference between them. She was the size of a child, compared to him. And, despite his almost emaciated visage, proportionately he wasn’t that thin. The chest before her was still broad, and the muscles he had in his arms were very evident this close. She gulped down her anxiety, looking at the creature’s face. He was, calm. He was watching her closely, but at the same time eased into a relaxed stated.
At your own pace, he had said. And, she intend to keep it that way.
The first thing she did was reach out to his shirt. The clothes he wore was very common to those of the desert regions; loose fitting but not encumbering. The tunic was sleeveless, but upon closer examination was actually a buttoned vest, which came undone easily. She could see the indention of muscles and his rib on his chest, and placing her hand on him she could feel the steady thumping of…two hearts?
He was remarkably human, or at least built as such. She pushed the thoughts aside to continue her study. Traveling downward, her fingers went over taut pectorals and abdomen. No navel, she noted. Now, she reached his waist. She once more looked at his face. Well, now he seemed flustered, his breathing growing harder. She found his blushless expression cute, and continued.
She grasped the drawstrings of his britches, loosening them. She cautiously took the hem of the garment and slowly pulled down. As she did, her eyes fell upon more muscles, theses of a different nature. She pulled down farther to reveal more of it, and her eyes grew wider and wider as inch after inch was released. Finally, the object of her interest was now free, and she nearly reeled away from it.
His pride was in perfect unity with the rest of his frame, and it completely took the woman by surprise. It was thick and a tad darker in tone, but that wasn’t what got her so shocked. No, it was the shear length of the beast. Seeing it, she already knew it was no doubt the largest she had ever seen. Though, what did fill her with relief, was that it too was human looking. She half expected it be beastly.
With a deep breath, she gripped the muscle in her hands, feeling it’s hot warmth in her palms. Her delicate and cautious touching awoken it, making it pulse as blood rushed to engorge it. The creature’s member hardened in her grasp, reaching it’s full thickness and length.
The warrior’s face heated as the sight before her, her fingers just barely encircling the girth as the muscle pumped powerfully. A tool this size would without a doubt touch the very deepest parts of her easily, and though a part of her only wanted to focus on her plans, another part couldn’t help but becoming both excited and fearful of this creature’s pride.
She gulped audibly, and started to run her hands up and down along the member’s length, mentally noting that it was roughly the same girth of her wrist and about as long as her forearm and hand combined, if not longer and thicker. The creature made a soft purring sound, relaxing back into his bed and watched the tiny human female do whatever she wished.
She started transfixed, slowly pumping the imposing muscle. “Y-you’re a lot, bigger, then I thought you would be.” She croaked, her throat dry.
The creature chuckled nervously, once more having that blushless expressions. “Actually, I’m pretty average among my people.
Her mind reeled at this tidbit of information. If he was average, she was mischievously curious of what one ‘well equipped’ will be like. She stared at the creature’s face, and saw his brow was furrowing and his breathing was increasing. Without realizing what she was doing, her hands moved on their own accord and was grasping the member in a tight grip, pumping it powerfully.
She stopped herself and pulled her hands away. “I-I’m sorry.”
“No, no,” The creature panted. “At your own pace, as I said.”
She nodded her head and looked back down at the phallus. It was then she saw something. A thin black liquid welling at the end of the organ. Curiously, she leaned down and gave it a whiff. Though as inky as it looked, the strong and heady smell it emanated was familiar to the girl. She leaned back and once more grasped the muscle, this time controlling herself as she softly ran her hands along it. It occurred to her, that sooner or later she would have to undress for the creature, but as he had said, ‘her own pace’.
She gulped her ever drying throat once more, as a thought came to mind.
Just as it was cruel to let this creature have the week long meditation, it was cruel now, not letting him have some fun as well.
“Just another man.” She told herself, and eased off the bed.
Her back to the creature, she began to unbutton her tunic, letting it drop to the ground. When she grabbed the hem of her britches and pulled them down, she could hear the creature chuckle behind her. She looked back, the creature looking upon her with darkened eyes.
“I-Is something wrong?” She asked.
The creature shook his head, smiling warmly. “No, not at all.” It took her by surprise when the creature reached out and gently took her chin. “I just find you humans so, fascinating.”
She felt her cheeks redden at the compliment. Taking another breath, she now turned to face the creature. The creature took her in, and seemed rather awestruck at her frame. She was always such a stout woman, but not at all fat. Her waist and hips were well rounded, just as her breasts were. One man once refereed to her as a ‘fertility goddess’. She remembered she punched that guy for that comment.
Even without saying a word, the eyes of the creature told her everything; he was very pleased at what he was seeing. And, once again, it thrilled her. And it made her feel alluring. She climbed back onto the bed, straddling the creature, his pride nestled underneath her.
“You said,” She started, looking into the eyes of the creature. “That I can go my own pace, correct? Everything I say, goes.” He nodded his head. She took his gangly hands, and with her heart pounding in her chest, made then rest upon her shapely waist. “Then, I will allow you to explore me, if you wish.”
This time, it was the creature who swallowed hard, and the warrior swore that his cheeks turned a darker shade. So, they can blush. His hands were not entirely bony, they did have strength in them. He caressed her soft waist and silken skin, his fingers trailing up her spine, inciting shivers in the woman.
The creature purr lowly as he leaned forward, dipping his head into the crock of her neck to take deep breaths of her. She jumped when he kissed her hot flesh, and she quickly learned of his fanged teeth as they seem to seek out and nip gently on every sensitive spot on her neck and shoulder. Her breathing came out in gasps, holding onto the creature, feeling his chest reverberate with his now constant purring. It made her giggle; he was like a big cat. A big cat, that was now kissing down her chest.
She hissed sharply at the sensations of those knowing teeth nipping at the valley of her breasts, one of his hands taking a bountiful pillow in his gentle grasp. When he kissed the sensitive flesh, she leaned back to watch in rapt fascination. It was no surprise to learn his dark tongue was just as long as she thought it was, but it was the sudden jolt of excitement it sent through her when she watched it roll out of his mouth and proceeded to entangle her bosom, before skillfully dancing around the pert and hardened peak.
She jumped with a gasp and moan when he suckled on her, his fanged teeth just barely touching the sensitive nerves. She hugged the creature’s head, her back arching for him instinctually. His other hand rubbed her rear before dipping lower. She moaned more when the sensations of fingers touched her flower, her mind going blank at the pleasurable feelings.
This, was more then she thought it would be. She felt as if she hasn’t been touched in forever, with how amazing this was. This creature knew every little detail of her body as if he knew her personally, like he had explored her every crevice and swell before.
Being with men, it brought her a sense of fulfillment, an itch that dreadfully needed to be scratched. This creature, he was worshiping her, praising her like she was indeed a ‘fertility goddess’. Could it be that she was being intimate with a whole other race then her own? This creature was much more skilled then any man she ever been with, and surprisingly gently for a creature his size. Yes, she was an abomination now, and frankly, she did not care.
A part of her kept reminding her that she was doing this for her mother, to find her and find the man who took her away. But the rest of her screamed out in ecstasy, wanting more and more of these touches and kisses, an empty space suddenly appearing inside of her that yearned to be filled. And, she knew a remedy was very close at hand, feeling the tool pulse in anticipation under her.
The creature leaned away from her with a ‘smack, leaving her glistening with his saliva, and began to work with its twin. She moaned louder, her hips moving on their own as they rocked against the hand touching her, her juices flowing like a river.
“P-please,” She moaned softly, hugging the creature close to her, inciting a low and hungry growl from him. “I-I… I need you…”
The creature pulled away from her, and was taken by surprise when the knightly woman kissed him, her tongue dancing in his mouth. He purred and kissed back, shifting her body until she lied beneath him. She pulled away panting, her eyes locking on the hanging muscle above her. The fear came back, but in a small tinge, looking at the creature’s pride as it dripped the inky fluids.
She quelled it with a moan, her legs parting for the creature. He growled and purred, giving her another kiss as he gripped his member, preparing for the next step. She moaned when the very tip touched her quivering womanhood, hugging the creature as he eased himself slowly into her. Her whole body reacted as she felt inch after inch entered her, pushing deeper then any man ever went. She felt every little vein and ridge of the invader, touching every sensitive and pleasurable spot of her body, her legs lacing around the creature’s own.
The creature himself let out a groan, echoing a slight growl and he gritted his sharp teeth, the tiny human woman squeezing onto him like a vice. He stopped when he could not go any farther, half of his manhood buried deeply in the woman.
The warrior felt completely filled, stuffed, impaled even. The creature leaned away from her, allowing her a full view of their untied bodies. So filled, yet so much of him was not even inside her. This creature, is a godsend.
She then looked up to the creature himself, his expression soft. She gently took the creature’s cheeks and brought him close, kissing him lovingly, making him growl and purr. Ever slowly, he withdrew from the woman, making her moan into his mouth and her whole body to quiver, until only the very tip of him was inside her before pushing back in.
The pace was slow, torturous to the woman’s body, feeling the creature’s mighty pride leave her devoid and empty, only to fill her to the brim once more with each thrust. She hugged the creature, his panting breath tingling her neck, as he kept the same slow pace.
“F-faster.” She whimpered. It seems she still has some control over this as the creature obeyed her, his thrusts quickening. With each movement, it felt as if more and more of the creature’s great member was easing into her, touching her deeper and deeper. It sparked a fire inside her, moaning long and loudly as she gripped the creature tightly, her inner walls doing the same. “Faster.”
The creature was now pumping into her considerably, his hands gripping her waist for more leverage. She cried out in pleasure, watching more and more of the creature disappear into her, her whole body caught in a torrent of electricity.
She urged him to go faster, to go harder, and he obeyed her perfectly. She had no clue how long this happened, her mind fading away as she lost all concept of time and thought. Somehow, her legs was now raised in the air and pressed against the creature’s chest, growling and groaning as he forced himself into the human with one powerful thrust after another. She held onto his outstretched arms for dear life, her mind numb by the continuous coitus.
With a growl, the creature moved her so she was straddling him once again, easing herself down to the creature’s lap, crying out in a moan as her body fully enveloped the impressive length, her womb flaring as it touched the most deepest part of her possible.
Her mind focused solely on the actions, her body went into a wild frenzy, her hips pumping on top of the creature, his teeth gritted tightly. This human was relentless! Her finger nails dug into the creature’s chest, a stream of ragged cries escaping her throat. She looked at the swell of her stomach, the distention the creature’s member made whenever he was fully inside her.
It was then the creature made a deep groan and held onto her. His voice was caught in his throat, unable to speak of his ending. But she understood the voiceless attempt, hugging onto the creature as she felt the first of many more sensations of the creature’s release. It was like liquid fire filling her, and each spurt sent a powerful torrent of chills and shocks all though her body. It was pure magic being pumped into her, her consciousness just teetering over the edge of blacking out in exhaustion, overwhelmed by the feelings.
Finally, it stopped. The waves ebbed as her body convulsed, fighting the encroaching darkness. The creature panted and purred, hugging onto her tightly, before slowly easing back into the headboard of the bed.
She could only pant and moan, collapsing on the creature in a sweaty heap. He held her closely, kissing her neck and making the same constant purr he has been making, reaching down to unsheathe himself from the human woman. Without the obstruction, a flood of the inky black juices poured out of her body, pooling into the sheets beneath them.
The warrior willed some strength to look behind her, watching the creature’s impressive pride wilt to rest, his long and sinewy arms hugged her and his fingers rubbing her sore muscles.
“The essence of a Shade,” The creature started slowly, looking down at her with his glowing emerald eyes. “Can be very dangerous, when raw. Unless, used correctly.”
The woman could feel her already flushed face turn redder, looking at the growing puddle of ink colleting on the bed. “Y-you don’t say.”
“In time, your body will absorb my seed, and you shall be granted with the powers of my kind.” With the same gentleness he possessed during their lovemaking, the creature took her chin to make her look at him, to see the kindly smile he possessed. “But do not fear; I shall be here with you, to help your body cope with its new abilities.”
The warrior could only nod her head, and feeling the fatigue taking hold of her, rested her head on the creature’s chest. She so wanted to rest then and now, being lulled by the rhythmic thumping of the creature’s dual hearts. But as she closed her eyes too allow the comforting darkness to claim her, she quickly became aware of a now very familiar touch.
“Of course, we must be sure your body takes,” The creature purred.
She quickly looked behind her, shocked to see the creature’s once limp member was now once again standing mighty and tall, pulsing against her redden bottom. She tried to stutter, only to cry out in a moan as that muscle entered her again.
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The warrior stood panting, the sword in her hand dripping crimson. On the ground before her was a stout and balding man, his face frozen in fear as his blood emptied onto the wooden floors from the newly made wound in his chest. In the corner of the room, a young girl in a cage stared in silent shock, having watched this armored woman appeared seemly from nothing but the shadows, and confronted the man who sought to sell her.
Now, the slaver lied dead, and the woman stood over his body, her arms shaking as she panted. Her eyes turned to the girl, and she could see they glowed with a green light. Without a word the warrior removed the key ring from the slaver’s belt and tossed it to the young girl, who spent no time at all to unlock the cage and went running out into the streets, no doubt earning the interest of nearby guards.
But that didn’t matter now; the knightly woman’s day has yet to end, as she turned to the desk the slaver was sitting at just moments ago. Opening one of the drawers, she found a series of documents of past transactions, flipping through the stack before finding the one she wanted.
According to the document, and all the rest, the slaver seemed to be interested in keeping tabs of all this sales. Her mother, was still very much alive. Three years ago she was sold to a man across the sea; that alone made her jubilant. Slavery is abolished across the sea, which means that the moment her mother touched that soil, she was a free woman. And, it appears the man knew this as well. According to the document in her hands, her mother was now married to this man, and is living in a farm on the edge of the sea. She recently had a child.
The warrior felt a tear pass her cheek, gently folding the document and slipping it into her belt. Her journey, was over. Now, all that was left was to see her mother, but that would be another day. Taking one last look around the building, the woman picked up a lantern and shattered it against the ground, causing a fire to spread along the floor, quickly engulfing all in it’s path.
And with a smile, the woman stepped back into the shadows, and used her newly taught powers to fade away to safety. When she stepped back out, she was no longer in the port city, rather on the outskirts on a hill. And down below, she could see the pillar of smoke rise among the clustered buildings, hearing men yell out ‘fire’ as they rushed to put out the flames.
Stepping into the shadows once more, the woman was now outside a cave, where she walked in briskly. When she reached the wooden door at the end she opened it, and wordlessly began to remove her armor and clothes.
She could hear him purr behind her, feeling his hands gently touch her skin as he brought her into a close hug, kissing her neck. The two lovers, the human and the creature, crawled into the bed, the woman curling up close to the creature, and smiled warmly at him. He smiled back, kissing her deeply.
It was a whole day of unbridle lust that gave her the power, a half of day of rest to cope, and another half to accept and learn. Now, laying beside the Shade, she rubbed her stomach contently, feeling the magic stirring inside her.
The essence of Shade was very dangerous raw, unless used correctly. Then, it becomes the most fertile of seeds. In time, her body did absorb the Shade’s gift, and it did grant her the power, but now it granted her a life. And just as he had said, the creature was there beside her, and will be there for her as long as she needed him.
Perhaps, when the times comes, the knightly woman would see her mother, and introduce her to her grandchild.
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