Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

[FoxWriter]

It was a warm summers evening in the mountain city of Luria. The houses and shops and everything needed to have a village, was carved right into the side of the three hundred foot tall cliff that faced out towards the sea, where the people of the Fayne gathered most of their food. The Fayne, where known to most of the world as the Crystal Dragon Elves, so named because of their genealogy. They where what happened when Crystal Dragons, long thought extinct, bred with Dark Elves. They where beautiful creatures, but nearly impossible to find. The City of Luria was well hidden from prying eyes by ancient Crystal Dragon Magic. The Fayne where very adept at Magic, at least the older ones where. When a creature lived to be a common age of twelve hundred years old, one tended to develop slowly. While any youngster could use certain shadow magic's, the real ones weren't learned, or even capable of being learned, until a Fayne was well over three hundred years old. Their wings where much the same. They where born without wings, they would grow over time, the crystals forming over what would later become massive Dragon Wings. The Crystal feathers where as sharp as a piece of glass, if not sharper, and could curl and twist and bend, rendering a victim helpless as they where carved into ribbons.

The crystal was always shedding off as longer ones grew in, just like a normal birds wing, only they fell out weakly, instead of yearly. When their wings reached an impressive ten feet on each side, they shed for the last time, revealing scales instead of crystals, though they still shimmered and gleamed, and where just as sharp as the wings had been. They wouldn't reach the full twenty feet from tip to tip, until the Fayne was about six to seven hundred years old. Until then, all they could do was 'catch the gust' much like a parachute, or for the older ones, glide, which was a very handy skill when you lived three hundred feet up in the air with nothing to catch you on the way down to the water. For those that couldn't glide yet, there where other ways down, massive amounts of stairs wove back and forth, and there was a slide of sorts, though that was more used for supplies that the fisher Fayne needed than it was for toddling featherlings.

One young Fayne was coming back from a hunting expedition. A Fayne's usual diet was mostly seafood and rice, a lot of rice, they loved rice. Occasionally though, they desired something dark, red and bloody. They tended to eat their captured game raw. In fact, aside from their beans, rice, and other such things, everything they ate tended to be raw. Including the fish, the bird, and the sea vegetables. The Fayne lived a life very close to the land, and thought it was rude to the creature that they where eating to cook it. After all, the spirit lived on, watching after death, so it was very important to pay the proper respects to the creatures they killed. Even the insects and other pests. This Fayne was the daughter of the Tribal Leader, known only as The Mother. She was carrying three dead Jackrabbits by the ears in her hand, and was licking a blade clean in the other as she headed for home, her crystal wings shining in the light. She never anticipated trouble as she leaped off the top of the cliff, and glided twenty feet down to the first Landing. Which looked just like a boat dock... only attached to a cliff. There had never been a visitor to the city of Luria, so why should anyone expect any sort of trouble? Their peaceful, people free life was about to cost them greatly.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

The city of Luria had never faced an attack before. Isolated as it was with the only entrances high upon a cliff face overlooking the sea, who would dare? But legend of the city had spread over the centuries, and those with greedy hearts dwelled beneath the earth. The dwarves of clan AnvilBreaker had long ago turned to slavery to supplement their crafts and mining, along with mercenary work.

Unbeknownst to the fayne of Luria, a raiding party had mined a tunnel slowly and quietly over the last week, working with dwarven diligence and efficiency until they broke into the deepest parts of the city. They struck fast, dressed in full plate to defend themselves from the valuable but lethal wings of their prey, wielding shackles, chains and wire woven nets. Screams issued forth from far inside the city, and the sounds only grew louder as more fayne rushed to help their fallen brethren, only to fall to prey to the more warlike dwarves.

Several Fayne spilled onto the landing the young huntress had just alighted on, one crashing into her and slipping over the edge with a panicked shout. Crystalline wings spread before he could crash and he glided out over the sea to splash into the waves. More shouting could be heard from within as one of the female fayne, barely older than the huntress, grabbed her upper arms with fear-fuelled strength.

“Flee! Flee! They’re coming!”

But familiar shouts sounded within, The Mother chief among them, though barely audible over the sounds of steel on steel echoing through the caverns. Another fayne fled the caverns, leaping over the water and gliding down towards the shore. No warriors were to be seen, but the few the peaceable fayne possessed would doubtless be in the thick of the fighting inside. A dwarven war horn sounded nearby, a victory note that decried all hope of the fayne warriors holding their own.

 

[FoxWriter]

the young Fayne was too stunned to move for a long moment as she took stock of people running and screaming. what was going on? was the tunnel collapsing? the Miner had warned that one of them was starting to weaken, had the one collapse caused more? it was the only thing her young mind could think of, as even the oldest Fayne there, had only ever known peace. not even stories where told of violence or war, it was simply a concept that they neither understood nor had ever come across before. sure there where minor fights between the people of the Fayne, but they where always settled peacefully. only featherless got into actual fights, children ten and younger who couldn't control themselves. the thought of being attacked... it was inconceivable.

"Assilla!? what's going on? what's coming!?" the young Fayne demanded, but she got no answer other than another order to Flee. "By Scylla... what is going on!?" the girl whispered, feeling something very foreign... fear. she was... afraid. so afraid that she couldn't move. she couldn't so much as twitch as she stared into the mouth of the internal city, where massive creatures where subverting her people. where hitting, and laughing and HURTING. she could do nothing but watch as The Mother, her Eggbringer, fell. her twenty foot long Dragon like wings broken under the onslaught of a Dwarf. while not as pretty as crystal, the leather from the wings where very rare, and very much worth a pretty penny. "Aisscyra! Run!" her Eggbringer screamed, trying to fight off her attackers, fings sinking into filthy arms as the young Fayne begane to tremble, her eyes filling with tears as her Eggbringer was struck silent... dead. a full grown Fayne was rather worthless after all, as they could only breed while they still had Crystal Wings. so those with the Dragon's wings where killed, and their wings skinned.

Aisscyra screamed as the knife started to push into the tough hide of her Eggbringer's wing, and instead of running, she raced forward, slamming her inch long retractable Talons into the face of the nearest Dwarf, screaming for her Eggbringer to stand up! to fight! Death was not a common concept to the Fayne. it happened rarely, and always of old age. to see someone so close to her die, such a painful and bloody death, Aisscyra was mad with Grief as she ripped and tore into any unprotected flesh she could find with feathers as sharp as glass, with Talons as dangerous as an eagles, with fangs as viscous as any cats... she was prime material for profit too, her wings where still small, she still had several hundred years before her Final Molt. she felt a burst of very rare pain, and darkness took her. slumping to the ground to land in her Eggbringer's lifeblood. she blinked stupidly, not yet unconscious, but not aware either. stunned and limp, she was easy to bind and control and be shoved wherever the Dwarves wanted to take her.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

“May be best to cut them off this one,” Yurthur Arfik said, stepping on the back of the dazed young fayne. Her knife had cut a thin red line across his cheek, barely reaching skin through a slit in his visor and the thickness of his black beard. “Make an example of her. Wings’re too small for much profit and she’s got fight in her.”

In short order he had her hands bound behind her back and puncture resistant leather sacks tied over her wings to keep her from slashing at any of them. He didn’t bother to wipe her mother’s blood from her face.

“Oh aye,” said a red haired dwarf with his helmet tucked under one arm. “Yer just a wantin’ to get back at her for messin’ up your pretty mug. What you think, show her why me name means strong hammer in common tongue?” The red haired dwarf grabbed his codpiece and made a crude gesture with his hips.

“No beard, no point,” Yurther said. “Still, might be something to that. Bind her to a stake, we’ll show ‘em what we make of those who fight up. Someone fetch my mount!” he thumbed the edge of his heavy battle axe as he shouted.

A few moments later a whipping post was erected in the center of town and those males of the fayne not selected for slave breeding were brought to their knees around Asscyra as she was bound with her hands to either side. The dwarves started a fire in one of the fayne dwellings and went through their captives, ripping off their clothes and valuables. Whatever they chose not to keep was thrown into the fire.

The red head whose name meant strong hammer, took great delight in ripping Asscyra’s hunting garb from her before the captives, leaving her bare to all their eyes. “Best not get hard ya lizard fucks,” he shouted at the male captives, reaching down to fondle her exposed breast with a gauntleted hand. “Any of ya do, and we’re gonna neuter ya.”

Yurther shoved strong hammer aside with a grunt of disgust, glaring down at Asscyra like scum on his boot. He gestured for Strong Hammer to make the rounds among the captives to carry out the threat he’d promised before kneeling down beside Asscyra.

“Fightin’ back weren’t smart lass,” he said, pulling a vial out from a pouch on his belt. He uncorked it, lifted her tail and poured the contents between her legs, letting it run down between her ass cheeks to pool at her sex. “I hear your folk come about from fuckin’ some crystal dragon. Stone Claw here, he ain’t no great wyrm but I figure a cave drake’s better’n you deserve. An’ after he’s finished with ya, I’ll be takin’ your wings.”

He stepped away, revealing the drake in question. A massive reptilian beast covered in armored grey plating, The front of its head was pink with a growth not unlike a sea anemone upon its broad nose. Its eyes were black and sunken into its skull, glittering with a dull, eager light as it sniffed in her direction. Stone Claw seemed to combine the best and worst traits of a mole and a lizard, sinuous with powerful limbs and great digging claws perfect for tearing through stone and dirt. He was held back by several dwarves holding tethers and a massive red erection grew between his legs as he continued to sniff the mating pheromones saturating Asscyra’s most intimate region.

A young male fayne in the crowd screamed as he was thrown to the ground and cut. Strong Hammer held up his severed flesh with savage triumph. “Think I’ll make his scrotum into a purse!”

All eyes were on him and the drake. Nobody noticed that the bindings on Asscyra’s wrists failed to properly trap her claws. The leather was tough material and would take time for her to cut through, but escape was a distinct possibility.

“Let him at her!” Yurther shouted, and Stone Claw was released to surge towards her like a tidal wave of subterranean drake.

 

[FoxWriter]

she stayed limp and malleable for a good five minutes, certainly long enough for them to bind her helpless. she whimpered as she started to come too, but didn't fight them. what was the point? they had her, her Eggbringer was dead, her people where dead or captured. there was no point to fighting anymore. that didn't stop her from being terrified beyond all belief as she was dragged to the post. where they going to hurt her? where they going to make one of those males breed with her!? she was at an age where she could be bred. she was perfectly old enough to carry an Egg. she watched as all their things, their precious art and clothing, that they always worked so hard to make, was tossed into flames. she tried to see if the babes where alright, but she couldn't see them. some of the Dwarves where looking puzzled over eggs the size of cantaloupes, but without the proper care, they would never hatch into baby Fayne. she wondered if these Dwarves even understood that the Fayne didn't understand a word they where speaking. a few did, some spoke the 'Common Tongue' Aisscyla was one of them, but the others didn't have a clue.

she whimpered again as he told her that fighting back had been a very bad idea, and she trembled as he lifted her tail. it was breeding then, they where going to rape her... not that she really knew that word. how could she when Rape was a forbidden concept that... no one really needed? the Fayne where free to chose whatever mate they wanted. and the strongest males often coupled with two or three dozen females. "please. i'm sorry." she finally whispered, gasping as something cold slithered onto her, making her tremble even harder. "i was frightened. please. i won't do it again... please..." she pleaded, shaking so hard that no one would notice her trying to cut her bindings with her sharp talons. she froze when she caught sight of the great big Dragon and she started to scream and struggle, begging them to let her go, begging them to not do it, sobbing and pleading and putting on a great show for the Dwarves. she yanked at her bindings, struggling to get free, but it was too late, the beast was on her, and in quick, rapid movements, he tore through the thin virginal walls and buried himself inside of her wet, tight sex, making her scream again, gasping through the pain of such a rough preparation.

it hurt, god did it hurt, but there was also... warmth. Rape was a very foreign concept, so the Fayne had never developed any mental walls against it. it hurt, but it also felt... so good. she was being spread, the thick cock of the drake was trying to split her in half, but it rubbed at all the right places inside of her, pressing against her. she shuddered, took two deep breaths, and then squirmed. she wasn't trying to get away, no this was a different kind of squirm... she was taking the great drake deeper. "hah...." she shuddered, letting her head hang, as if defeated. she had never imagine that sex could... that breeding could... could feel, so damn GOOD. she moaned as the Drake began to move, thrusting into her so deep, you could almost see her belly expanding to fit it. she whimpered, and whined, and moaned as the dragon used her body, gasping and squirming, her body limp as she accepted her fate and let the Dragon do as he pleased. her moans and cries filling the dank cavern air as she neared a... something. something was coming, and it was big, and strong, and it was starting in her belly and making everything heat up. with a shark shriek that was entirely animalistic she seized and shook.... she had cum. she was being raped by a dirt dragon and she had cum. and sensing that something bad had happened, sensing that she shouldn't have liked it, and that it wasn't going to stop, she started to sob.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

Yurther’s cruel laugher rang even louder than the screams of the occasional castrated male. “Lizard-fuck here’s a virgin!” he called out. “And already cumming on drake cock.”

The dwarves laughed and continued to watch Stone Claw plunder her depths. Yurther pulled a handkerchief out from the same pouch he’d taken the pheromone bottle and scooted in behind the breeding pair to wipe it quickly over their union, collecting Asscyra’s virginal blood. He held it up high for the crowd to see with a shout of triumph before sliding it into his pouch. Virgin blood would sell for a high price to the right buyer.

Stone Claw shoved his cock harder and harder into the fayne girl, attempting to force the entire horse-sized length into her with even more vigor after she came. The tip finally met the barrier of her cervix, ramming against the opening to her womb like a battering ram. At the same time, something heavy and fleshy pressed into Asscyra’s nether lips.

“He’s tryin’ to knot her!” Yurther called out, eliciting cheers from the dwarves.

But for the knot to have room to come inside, the cave drake’s cock had to penetrate her cervix, and neither of her sexual entrances were built for this kind of invasion. None of which mattered to Stone Claw. He slammed his hips into her harder and harder, bruising her already battered sex as he forced his way inside, heedless of the damage.

 

[FoxWriter]

Aisscylla screamed again as the Drake tried harder to take her. her Cervix was a lot more flexible, allowing for the male of her species to slip the tip inside and deposit an egg. the Fayne cock was nowhere near the size of the Drake, so though her body was built for deep penetration... there was no way that the Drake could possibly get in without damage. she gasped and sobbed as the massive thing battered against her, making her vision blur and her body start to go limp once more. she couldn't handle it, the pain, the pleasure, it was overwhelming her so much that she couldn't hardly breath. and then, in an instant, unconsciousness was the furthest thing possible as the beast slammed home, forcing it's way into her abused womb, the ear shattering scream letting everyone know that the beast had succeeded. it was buried to the knot and then some, and it's length was prodding parts of her that was never meant to be prodded. she foamed at the mouth, and jerked, unable to stay still under such an unnatural sensation. choking on her own tongue, she wondered if it was possible to be fucked to death.

she felt her vision going black as the Drake used her, in as deep as he was ever going to get, she hung completely limp, unable to even formulate an escape plan as the beast used her womb, and her cunt. she knew it was only going to get worse as the beast Came, she could only hope that it wasn't a compatible species with her own. if it laid an egg inside her, she would give birth to... to... only the gods would know what hell would be born from her womb. she shuddered, limp in her bonds, helpless, hopeless, and hurting... she still felt another orgasm cropping up. she closed her eyes and whimpered again, trembling against the onslaught as she felt the knot swelling, and she knew that the end was near. the beast would cum, filling her womb to the brim with eggs or seed, and she was helpless to do anything about it. all she could do was hope that they left her be once the Drake was done... somehow, she knew that was an impossible thing to hope. once the Drake was done, other horrible things would be done to her. she was being made an example, she would be the reason her people didn't fight back. no Fayne would want to go through this, Aisscylla could only be glad that it was her, and not one of the younger females. she had only just reached breeding age. one of the younger would have died from such a breeding. frankly, Aisscylla was stunned that she herself hadn't been fucked to death yet.

the pain was gone, and now there was only pleasure as the Dragon fucked her mercilessly. and as it came, she followed suit, screaming at the top of her lungs as she felt the Drake release into her, filling her womb to the brink. she shuddered, jerked, writhed, trying to escape but the knot, and the bindings held true, and she could only lay there and endure until the beast finished. and once it was, she lay there, limp as a rag doll, and hoping the Dwarve's killed her, because surely she had suffered enough? it wasn't like they could take anything else from her. her virginity, her innocence, her Eggbringer, her people, her home.... what was left to take from her?

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

((ooc: I’m sorry, which spelling of her name do you prefer? Let me know and I’ll stick with it))

Stone Claw roared his triumph as her orgasm set off his own, Aisscylla was already far too tight for his enormous member and as she squeezed down for the second time it was too much for the drake to handle. His hips bucked, jerking her around with their raw power and the knot binding her to him. Semen flooded her womb, spilling from her cervix but trapped inside of her by the knot.

Unfortunately for Aisscylla, Stone Claw was not a patient drake and as soon as he finished, turned to leave, dragging her on the ground behind him. The tethers binding her to the post held firm though, and Aisscylla was spread out, trapped by the bindings about her wrist and the knot of the shrinking cock inside of her. With a slap to the rear, Yurther sent the drake scurrying forward with a burst of momentum that ripped him free of her and let her collapse to the ground, blood and semen spilling onto the stone floor from between her legs.

“Looks about worn out, she does,” Strong Hammer called out to a roar of cheers.

Some of the dwarves called out for her to ‘do it again’ but Yurther held up his hand. “She’s to be an example to them, not a source for our amusement. We finish this and take the prisoners under the mountain where we can put them to use. “

He stepped onto her, planting a heavy boot in the small of her back as he drew his battle axe from his belt. Yurther extended it forward so that she could see the enchanted blade, though he knew not whether she was conscious enough to understand what she was seeing or the words he spoke. The blade itself was blacker than metal had any right to be, the solid dark of caverns that had never seen light, and yet somehow it seemed to emanate a green aura. Not a light, for there was no brightness to the coloring, merely a changing in the air around the sinister weapon.

“This here be Aergunwar,” Yurther said. “The space ripper and the only woman I ever loved. There be powerful magic in this my blade, let me show ye.”

He raised it high and swung it down in a powerful arc, slicing through her right wing where it met her shoulder as if the crystalline protection had been sea foam. The wing fell from her, no blood spilling from the wound or severed limb. Though the wing was still covered in the leather sack it had been bound in, it was clearly moving inside. Still trying to obey Aisscylla’s commands, as if it hadn’t been severed in here.

“Me darlin’ bride, she always had a thing for portal magic,” he said casually, as if he’d done nothing more interesting than splitting a rock with a hammer. “One mishap at her forge, and she’s gone and all I got’s Aergunwar. Da’ always said I married a battle axe.” He swung again and lopped off her other wing.

He picked up both bags, wriggling with her severed limbs, and tossed them over his shoulder. “Round ‘em up! Get the ones you lot cut into the wagons so’s they don’t bleed to death. We’ll be leavin’ this would be hero here with her new friend mister pole. Let her think what she done wrong while she dies slow and painful.”

The band exploded into action around Aisscylla. Several stopping to stare at her before one of their elders whipped them back into a frenzy. In record time, they’d broken and were rounding up the raiding party to leave, delving into the earth with Aisscylla still bound to the post to starve or die of thirst.

 

[FoxWriter]

(ooc: crap! sorry i didn't realize i was changing the spelling ^^; this is what happens when i make up weird ass names when i'm half asleep. Aisscylla would be the proper spelling.)

Aissylle felt the seed of the Dragon flooding inside her, and honestly, she could only be glad that he wasn't an Egg layer. the last thing she needed was to be an Eggbringer at her age. she was still considered 'too young' to actually mate. it would do terrible things to her mind, to bare young at such an age. she screamed again, the sound tired and weak, as the Drake struggled to get free from her. her aching cunt nearly ruined as it was by the monster length that had torn her apart. she wasn't too concerned about it though, her people where impressive healers. a day, maybe two, and she'd stop limping. she collapsed tot he ground, limp and unmoving, more tears spilling from her eyes as the drake scuttled off, uncaring about the creature he had scarred for life. and not just mental ones. she whimpered as the Dwarve's spoke around her, but she couldn't focus enough to truly understand what they where saying. dazed, stunned, and wishing for death that she was afraid she wouldn't receive. she whimpered again as he stepped on her back, but did nothing else. she didn't even twitch. she was in too much pain, and was in shock to boot.

she managed to focus on what the Dwarf was saying to her. the blade was enchanted? what was he going to do to her? she gasped as she felt... something strange. it didn't hurt, or it might have, she wasn't sure, her cunt was hurting more than anything else so maybe it was drowning out the pain of her wing. she tried to flare, to drive sharp glass into the Dwarf's leg, but only one wing truly responded. the other was... she could feel it, still but it wasn't... it was like it had gone numb. she stared at the bag on the floor, which had carried her wing, and every last Fayne had fallen completely silent, horrified as they realized that these... things, could take their wings. they where beyond terrified now, and no one was resisting even a little anymore. she gasped as the other Wing was lopped off, no pain again, just an ungodly sensation of numbness that was almost more traumatizing than pain. she whimpered as he picked her wings up, and tugged pathetically at her bonds, keening pathetically like a featherling. like a newly hatched begging for their first sip of milk. it was a pathetic, broken sound as she realized she was going to be left there to die. in one last burst of Defiance she lifted her head and called out.

"Tlu Gareth, lil Quarval-sharess kyorl phor udossa jal." the Dwarve's wouldn't understand the strange words. it was the language of the Drow, long extinct. the Dark Elves just as gone as the Crystal Dragons they had bred with. but it gave the people the courage they needed to stumble along where the Dwarve's demanded. none of them where fighting back, or resisting, or anything, but the all consuming fear had been replaced with submission and resignation. they where beaten, and they knew it. she slumped back to the floor, closing her eyes, listening to the thundering of thousands of feet, going lower and lower, leaving her all alone... stupid thing to do really. she closed her eyes and slept. rest was the only thing she could do for now. but in the morning, the sound of the surf, the light of the sun, and the sound of the birds woke her, and she started working on the ropes, cutting them through, centimeter by centimeter until she was free. she couldn't move too well, every motion sent agony into her still leaking cunt. she crawled, slowly, inch by inch over to the chutes that would take the supplies to the fishers. it was like a giant slide, she used to love riding it before she got her gliding feathers. there was no fun now.

she tumbled down the smooth wooden chutes, landing in a heap at the bottom, the sand sticking to her naked body as she whimpered. that had hurt twice as bad as she'd ever expected. she crawled over to several wooden baskets that she and the rest of the tribe made, and tipped them over. inside was clothing, food, and medical supplies that they always kept on hand for the sea goers. sometimes the fish bit back. she shuddered as she pulled out a healing salve, and carefully started to coat her pussy, spreading it outside, and inside and sighing in relief as the throbbing agony finally ended. it still hurt, yes, but the numbing salve would at least keep her moving for a while. she slowly sat up and reached around to touch where her wing was supposed to be. all that was left was tiny clusters of crystal, so small they looked more like scales. useless for defending herself, and the only thing left of her precious wings. she slowly got to her feet, and dressed, before she packed a bag with everything she thought she would need. bandages, two changes of clothing, food enough to last her for a week, healing salves, numbing salves, a knife that was usually only used to gut and de-scale the creatures they ate. and skin the creatures too of course, the Fayne used every part of an animal, and what they couldn't, they left in the wild for the other animals to have.

she finally felt ready after sitting on the beach for far too long, and headed off down the beach until she started hitting unfamiliar territory. she knew that five hundred miles or so was a human settlement. all she had to do was follow the beach, that's what the elders said. just follow the beach. Aisscylla could only thank the Goddess that she was used to walking... granted, if she'd had her Dragon Wings... she doubted she'd have lived in the first place. so walk she did until nightfall, where she slept in a tree... it was... difficult to balance without her wings, but she managed to get a comfortable position. then with the dawn she continued walking, walking until she hit the village, and there she stood, frozen with terror... her wings where gone, her people gone... there was nothing left to take but her life or her remaining limbs... would these... humans, be as cruel and viscous as the Dwarves? would they help? COULD they help? she didn't know what to do, she she just sat down in the sand, and watched the fishing village go about their day, wondering if she could save her people, if she could ever get her wings back... if she could ever recover.

Tanslation: Be Strong, the Goddess watch over us all.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

The shadow in the water watched the young fayne salvage various supplies and tend to her wounds. It had eaten well the previous day, so many of her kind had fallen into the depths, desperate or injured. Easy prey. Tasty. It didn’t often get to eat fliers and rarely did the fayne drift out far enough from the protected cliff face shores. But the sound of battle and the crows wheeling over the cliff were unmistakable, and so it had come.

The fayne was crippled, unable to fly away, but the shadow was bloated with meat and so watched more with curiosity than hunger, though there was that too. It drifted closer and closer to the shoreline as she stayed in place, only to finally move again when it was nearly ready to emerge. Instead of retreating back into the depths of the sea however, the shadow followed her along the shore. The fayne never took the real shelter of the trees and it considered attacking her several times, but it was curious. Where did the wingless creature thing it was going?

It investigated her tree while she slept, sniffing at her with senses to rival any land-bound creature. Sex. Much sex, and the pungent stench of the medicines. The shadow grinned to itself in the dark, revealing multiple rows of gleaming white serrated teeth as it found her bag. If he was not to eat this fayne, which he still wasn’t sure whether or not he would, he would make her a source of amusement. Selecting out her stinky stinky salves from the bag, he dropped a silver pearl in each one and blew. The pearls shook, and then dissolved into the substance, ready to work their mischief. He hoped she’d stay along the shoreline so he could be there to see…..

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The village before Aisscylla was a meager thing, consisting only of four huts. More of a fishing outpost than a genuine village. Perhaps it was related to the one further up the coast by a good week’s journey that her elders had told her of. An boat lay upturned on the shore, resting beside a pair of divits where another two boats would usually rest. Smoke rose in a lazy curl from one of the huts, but none of the inhabitants were to be seen. Perhaps the women were inside working while the men were out to fish…

“I would not visssit that place, were I you,” said a voice above Aisscylla. “Only, I don’t sssee where elssse you might go. It’s not as though the woodsss are any sssafer and the water here still more threatening. I’d say take to the sssky but that ssseems lost to you, hmmm?”

Hi on an overhanging branch rested an emerald green serpent, its length decorated with yellow, red and purple dots, though just how long it was impossible to say. The coils seemed to vanish into the foliage, though with its distinctive coloration it should have stood out like a magnolia tree in a cavern. The snake lowered its head from the branch, extending down, down, down a good ten feet until its head hung feet away from the fayne.

“I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and ssspace. I am essssential to creation and I sssurround every place,” the serpent said in her native tongue. Its eyes seemed to dance as he spoke, black as the night sky and full of stars. “What am I? Tell me, and perhapsss I will do you a favor. Don’t and perhapsss you’ll be in danger. But then again, you already are.”

 

[FoxWriter]

Aisscylla was completely unaware of a creature in the water, oh she knew they where there of course, deep going Fayne came back with all kinds of stories about sea monsters, but the Fayne tended to easily avoid them. they just weren't fast enough outside of the water to catch them. if they had been gliders, sure the sea monsters would have nabbed them effortlessly, but gliders couldn't get out that far into the sea. so she felt safe, after all Sea monsters never came close to shore, at least. that's what she thought. she slept peacefully, feeling safe in the trees where she had spent most of her childhood. the Fayne loved to be up high, even before they had their Gliding wings. the Featherlings were not allowed out where they could fall, so they spent most of their time in trees, where a fall would only mean a broken bone at worse, instead of death. she never noticed the creature digging in her bag, why should she? she'd never been in danger before, never been attacked before, never been tricked, trapped, pranked, or any other sort of thing... what should she fear what she had never experienced, save for at the hands of Dwarves?

she stared at the little village in the morning, her poor little twat aching again. she took out her medicine and carefully coated her insides again, sighing as she happily felt the numbing sensations spread. with the pain taken care of, she continued to watch the tiny little village, wondering what to do. afraid of what these people might do to her. they couldn't take her wings, or her virginity, but they could take her freedom, or her other limbs easily enough... still, she needed help, and where else could she go? she was already well lost and confused. she gasped as she heard the voice and twisted to stare at the Snake, her eyes wide as she realized that yes, it WAS talking... and talking to her. telling her what she already knew, it wasn't safe, she wasn't safe, and nowhere else was safe either. she studied it intently, realizing that this was probobly a Trickster, a creature that would tell you a question and then attack you if you got it wrong... the problem was... the Fayne did not have a written language. they did not know numbers, or letters. they knew seasons, and they knew cycles, but they didn't know numbers much. so there was really no way that she could know the answer to that question, not that she knew that.

"the beginning of... end?... but the end of time and space?... are you... uhm,.... eternity?" she asked curiously. somehow, she knew she had the wrong answer and she flung her arms up, hoping to protect herself. hundreds of miles away, her Wings flopped and twitched as they tried to protect her, as useless as she herself was. whatever this Snake creature was going to do to her, she could only hope it wouldn't eat her. she didn't want to die like that.

(ugh, short post is short. sorry. ><)

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

((It’s fine! Don’t worry about it...mine's pretty short too ))

As Aisscylla spoke with the snake, something strange began to happen. Heat blossomed between her legs, growing more and more intense the longer she stood there. Every other breath made her just a little bit wetter, until by the time she answered the riddle, he fluids leaked down her inner thigh in a light trickle of desire. She found herself clenching unconsciously, perhaps rubbing her thighs together. Worse, the numbness quickly wore off, leaving her still aching amidst the arousal.

The snake shook its head as she gave her answer. “I’d hoped your people had become more learned…no, I am nothing ssso great as eternity and for that I curssse you.”

He breathed upon her, opening his mouth wider and wider until it was a gaping maw before her. Wind ruffled her clothing and setting her skin to tingling. As suddenly as it started, it stopped. “The curssse will remain for one moon, lessss you find me again and anssswer my riddle. It almossst makesss me wish I could be there when it firssst blossomsss. But I suppose I can make do….”

A tail lowered from the branches overhead, far too large for the branch the serpent seemed to be resting on to support. It reached between Aisscylla’s legs, lifting up her skirt to brush its length against her swollen sex. The tail was quickly soaked with her fluids and sent fiery waves of pleasure up into her lower belly, but even so the pleasure was accompanied by pain, the soreness from before grown even worse.

“Now the riddle becomesss…do you flee, or face my wrath….”

 

[FoxWriter]

she gasped as she felt the heat inside. what was happening!? what was going on!? it burned, and ached, it was as if the medication had failed, and done the opposite of what it was supposed to, which was utterly impossible wasn't it!? "we are learned!" she gasped, clenching her thighs together, more frightened of what was happening to her, than she was of the snake. after all, it MIGHT bight her, whatever was wrong with her was happening now.

"we are well learned!" she gasped, frowning at the snake. "i'm just really bad at riddles." she complained, collapsing to her knees. trembling violently. "what did... you do to me!?" she demanded before her head shot up at the threat of a curse. "you can't curse me again!" she complained. "that's not fair! i was only asked one riddle! you can't curse me twice for the same riddle!" she demanded before shuddering as she stared into the gaping maw of the creature, wide eyed as she stared into the throat. this was it, she was going to be eaten. it was going to eat her... one moon? well maybe it wouldn't eat her yet then.

"what did you... do to me." she moaned, trembling as she tried to back away, feeling close to tears again. it was bad enough she'd been raped, struck, and had her wings taken away but now this serpent was taking advantage of her too! she gasped, freezing completely as she felt the tail sliding between her legs... it hurt, Goddess above it HURT, but it felt, so... so good too and she found her hips arching into the contact, her eyes wide as she realized that the Snake was planning to... planning to...

"...oh... oh please, just leave me alone... haven't you done enough!?" she demanded, gasping as she tried to crawl out into the water where the snake couldn't reach her... well, in theory anyway. obviously she wouldn't be safe in a tree, considering that's where it was. how in the hell was she going to get out of THIS mess!? she continued to crawl to the water, slipping inside the cool waters, which soothed the ache a little, but only made the heat worse. she used her tail like a giant paddle to push herself away from land even as she slid her fingers down to cup herself, making her shudder and gasp, arching against the sensation as she wriggled her fingers. she had hoped to rub the ache away, but all it did was make the warmth worse. now she was trapped between two monsters, a snake that she knew about, and could probobly still reach her without effort. and a sea monster which she didn't know about, and was probobly the cause of this new mess in the first place. she didn't even know the danger she was in.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

The snake reared back, eyes flashing with umbral anger. “I curssse you but once, foolish child! Anything beyond the curssse is your own foolishnessss. You’ll sssuffer for your failure under the dark of tonight’s new moon…” it paused, watching her crawl along the sand and into the surf, “…if you sssurvive that long.”

The creature in the water chortled at the sight of his victim dragging herself into his domain. She stayed in the shallows and it was bright out while he preferred the cover of darkness if he was to expose himself. But he drew closer, staying beneath the surface. A few magic words and the clear blue water concealed him from sight, at least from above. To anyone looking down into the water, he simply could not be seen. But from below the surface or should he breach, that was another matter entirely. Best stay low then…or perhaps bring her lower to have his fun before he ate her.

Inches above the sand, he swam to her, far faster than any creature without fins could ever hope to match. He circled, examining the pathetic state he’d brought her to with his prank. Shame she wouldn’t live to find out what his corrupted healing salves would do, but at least she’d taste good. A quick chant, and the seaweed swayed to obey his command.

At first, the strands merely brushed at her ankles and knees…nothing out of the ordinary. But then they stayed there, and slowly bound themselves about her free wrist as she continued masturbating herself. The bindings slowly grew tighter and the seaweed stronger…but not unbreakable. Not yet. He’d have to have a bit of fun with her before that happened, and the best place to do that from would be from behind where she couldn’t risk seeing him. Not until it was too late.

He drifted behind her and lifted a finger so that a piece of seaweed rose up from the rest between her legs. Somehow it managed to worm its way between her hand and swollen sex flesh, squirming until it found her clit. There, it circled, squeezed and teased at her nub. He’d fallen into bad habits lately he knew; mother always said it was best to play with your food.

 

[FoxWriter]

Aisscylla whimpered as the Snake hissed at her. snarling at her in anger and she was just not sure what was going on anymore. she didn't understand. why did everything want to hate and hurt her!? how was she supposed to function when everyone she came across, did her harm in some fashion or another?! she should have just jumped off the side of the cliff, then she wouldn't be suffering so. and if she was lucky, maybe it would mean her wings died too, that would teach the Dwarven scum. she shuddered as she felt something passing through the water and she turned to look, nothing was there... it was probobly one of the human folk from the village, or one of those magic shadow fish that the Fayne caught sometimes and kept in massive tanks of water so that they could harvest the shadow scales for a week or so before releasing the fish back into the water of the sea. she wasn't too worried, not unless there where flesh eaters in there, but flesh eaters never strayed this close to shore.

she jerked at the first touch of seaweed and shuddered a little as she jerked her foot free and sidled to the left. seaweed was just so slimy, she hated it when it was wet. then they tightened and she thought she'd gotten tangled and tried to reach down with her free hand, thinking that she could untangle herself, but it was caught too and she groaned, closing her eyes as she realized that she'd fallen into yet another trap. seaweed just didn't do things like that! she would know! she swam in it often. she squirmed, trying to wriggle free, but all she could really focus on was her fingers, rubbing her swollen and aching mound, escape wasn't on the menu at the moment.

"Please... help me." she pleaded to the snake, panting softly, gasping as a length of seaweed pressed onto her clit... suddenly seaweed wasn't so bad. she let her hand fall away from her cunt, bucking her hips into the piece of seaweed that was having it's fun and turned watering eyes to the snake. "please... i'll make you a trade. a good trade.. i have many valuable and interesting things in my pack..." she pleaded, squirming about in the water as the seaweed tormented her, causing low pitched whimpers and whines to fall from her. she couldn't help it. it felt so good, cool, and soothing, and soft against her aching, hot flesh.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

The seaweed’s grip on her limbs grew firmer, binding tighter and growing tougher every moment she ignored it. Strands lifted from the sea bed to wrap around her other wrist as Aiscylla’s fingers abandoned her aching sex in favor of letting the plant have its way. More weeds lifted, some to caress her inner thighs, others to slowly tug the hem of her tunic up over her belly—slowly so as not to be readily noticeable. Not until her breasts were almost completely exposed.

Meanwhile the weeds between her legs grew more numerous, some winding together to create thicker ropes as the multitude caressed and stroked at her engorged labia and clitoris. Some of the thicker strands began gently pulling her nether lips apart, exposing her inner sex to the salt water. The sea interacted with the corrupted salve to send lightning bolts of pleasure through her system as it hit, even as the salt stung at the chafed and battered flesh. One particularly thick rope began pressing into her entrance, growing thicker as it slowly entered her.

The hidden observer jeered, felt his body growing aroused. But not yet. He’d take her when she was so worked up that even without his spellwrought seaweed holding her down she’d take his cock. Beg for it even before he was through. Then he would eat her.

On the shore, the snake hissed in derision. “You accusssed me of cheating and unfairness. Besidesss, you don’t even know what you wish me to sssave you from.”

Slowly he began pulling his body and tail back up into the tree, turning as if he meant to leave. But just as his head was about to vanish into the foliage he stopped and slowly twisted about in the air to face her again, head cocked to one side, as if pondering.

“I might be in a mood to trade for your meager possessssionsss had you not insssulted me. But no, I will barter in tasssksss. Three timesss may I come to you and three timesss mussst you obey. Agree to my termsss and you will find yourssself spared a mossst unpleasant fate.”

 

[FoxWriter]

she whimpered as the seaweed tightened and pressed against her, and she shuddered and shivered, biting her lip. it wasn't just below anymore. her entire body was warm, and oversensitive. she gasped and writhed as the seaweed tormented her and teased her and she squealed as she realized that her breasts where suddenly exposed, jerking as she tried to escape... even as she tried to get more. "n...no..." she pleaded, even as her legs spread wider, inviting the mass of weeds into her, despite herself she just couldn't control her own body anymore. she moaned as it stroked her again, and bit back a sob as the salt water aggravated the parts of her that where already sore and hurting. tears slipped down her cheeks and she jerked and writhed, bucking into the touches and strokes. she gasped, arching hard as the thick bundle of seaweed started to slowly slip inside of her. the cool, slick plants pressing against all the places that hurt the most, and the deeper it went, the more her cunt burned for more.

"please! i'm sorry! i don't know anything! i'm just a stupid featherling, please!" she wailed as the creature turned to leave, collapsing into the water at a particularly skilled rub, coming undone as she came, hard, writhing in the water, her face pressed to slick sand as she screamed her pleasure, sobs breaking out now. she was frightened, scared, confused, and still oh so aroused. her orgasm had only made the burning need worse, and she writhed, wishing for something else, something thicker, bugger, harder. she gasped as he came back, tugging on her wrists, trying to reach out for the snake, so desperate for help that she would agree to almost anything. she didn't know what was in the water... but she knew it wasn't a good idea to let it have her. it might just rape her and then be on it's way... or it might do worse. who knew, she certainly didn't.

"T..Tasks?" she asked, looking surprised, gasping as she gritted her teeth as the seaweed pressed deeper into her, making her shudder and shake. "you have to agree to not make me hurt or kill another being!" she negotiated. "agree to that, and i will let you have four tasks." she promised, panting hard. she wasn't very skilled in most things, nor was she very intelligent, she was naive to a fault and she knew that, and she was practically helpless. she needed the Snake to agree, and whatever the tasks where, as long as it didn't involve her hurting or killing other people, she'd do her damned best to do them. "and if you take the curse off that you laid on me, whatever it was, i'll give you the Shadow Silk i brought with me." so named because when worn in the shadows, a cloak made of the Shadow Silk would render a person nearly invisible. "i'll sew it into a tube, so that you can wear it even... oh g...god..." she groaned, arching as she came again, panting, crying for another reason entirely now. "please... god please make it stop..." she pleaded. "it's not enough... it's just not enough...." that second orgasm had only tripled the problem, and now she was so desperate for MORE, that she'd agree to anything, just so long as it had a cock, and it would fuck her.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

“You’re in no possssition to bargain, featherling,” the serpent replied. “And you earned your curse fairly, I could not bargain it away for so meager a price, even were I willing.” He watched from his perch in the tree a while longer, perhaps considering her offer. Or enjoying the show.

The seaweed rose up in a full blown mass of writhing tendrils intent on subduing and pleasuring her. Weeds caressed and squeezed her breasts with serpentine efficiency, tugging at her nipples in turn. The strand at her clit grew thicker and rougher, more vigorous as it rubbed in harsh circle. From it sprouted tinier strands no thicker than hair, which wrapped about the little nub and squeezed in time with each other beneath the rubbing. First one, then the next, then another only to start over again an instant later.

The bunch entering her grew thicker and thicker, though her inner muscles squelched them tight together as they pressed inside. Still it continued to grow while more weeds tugged and teased her labia like so many tongues.

As the tears spilled from her eyes to the ocean, Aisscylla became aware of a shadow looming behind her; saltwater in her eyes allowing her to see through her true tormentor’s spell. More seaweed rose up, twining about her throat and squeezing as if it meant to choke her. As one, all of the seaweed, even that inside her sex, began pulling down, slowly dragging her beneath the water. Through her tears, Aiscylla might have been able to spot a grin like that of a shark’s, wide and full of more teeth than she could ever hope to count.

“Four tasksss,” the serpent said from the shore. “Four tasksss , and I’ll not inssstruct you to kill or harm another being. I’ll accept your ssscreaming as an assssent.”

The serpent’s body sprang from the tree like a rapidly growing branch. Longer and longer it stretched up into the sky, unfurling a pair of massive, butterfly-like wings, some twenty feet down its length. The stretched out, beating the air with a grace not even the most skilled of fayne fliers could hope to match, mortal as they were. Green and white and yellow, they glittered as if made of jewels.

It was upon them before the tail had even left the tree so great was its length. Jaws latched onto the sea-creature, spilling blood into a thrashing spray as coils looped over a grey form, the exact shape of which eluded Aisscyra in the chaos. Even as the two beings clashed, the serpent’s tail wrapped itself round her waist and ripped her free of the seaweed and over the water. With a sound like thunder, the creature the snake had attacked was flung far far out to sea, soaring through the air as nothing more than a dark blur.

The serpent wasted no time lingering in the ocean, and flew up and over the shoreline, vanishing over the tree tops.

 

[FoxWriter]

she whimpered at that and nodded, she had insulted the creature after all, whatever it was, so she supposed she'd just have to deal with the curse. she moaned as the seaweed continued to molest her, making her arch and writhe and gasp and groan, whimpering eagerly as it pleasured her. she cried out at the attention to her nipples and her clit, shuddering and jerking as she tried to get more and escape at the same time. writhing in the sad and in the water and it grew inside of her, making her cry out as it started to become a little more painful than she wanted. the seaweed just wasn't enough! "No! No!" she wailed, pathetic as she realized the seaweed was leaving her empty. she gasped, an honest scream leaving her lips as soon as she saw the creature that was working the seaweed that was starting to drag her under. massive teeth and a the scraps of her people's clothing was still stuck to some of the sharp ivory points. this thing had eaten her people! it was going to eat HER! she screamed again, the warmth forgotten in face of her utter and complete terror and she writhed and fought and gasped, gagging as seawater poured into her mouth and throat.

and then it was gone, fighting with a colorful rainbow of a... she still didn't know what it was, but as graceful as it was, she was beginning to think it was a god. her people had many gods, and she knew other people had their own gods. she herself couldn't recall any Serpent gods in her childhood stories, so he must have been a deity from another people. she gasped as it ripped her free of the clinging weeds which threatened to drown her, and she hit the sand hard, though she could deal with the bruises a hell of a lot better than she could with drowning to death. she coughed and choked and gasped and gagged, trying to clear her lungs from the bits of seawater she had accidentally inhaled, dragging herself further away from the beach, wary of the seaweed, which might still attack her. she only stopped once she'd hit the tree line and she curled up and started to sob and tremble and shake as the searing NEED came back now that she wasn't drowning and terrified anymore. what was happening to her!? she couldn't even think as she spread her legs and buried her fingers inside of herself, weeping as she struggled to end the burning need.

"oh gods... oh gods please... someone... anyone.."s he moaned, thrusting onto her own fingers with a mindless desperation. she was free from the monster, but she was not free from the effects. she didn't know what was wrong with her, she didn't know how long it would last, and she didn't know how to make it stop, and so, she was just as helpless now as she was every other time she came across something. first the Dwarve's, then the Serpent god, and now some weird Fayne eating monster... fish, thing... was there NOTHING in this world that wouldn't abuse, use, or try to kill her!? she knew she needed something, but what exactly she needed... she wasn't sure. what if the only thing to end the burning need had been the monster she had just escaped from!? would she be like this for the rest of her life!? "please... please... make it end... please make it end..." she didn't think there was anyone around able to understand her, and even if there was, she doubted they'd know what to do, let alone be willing to help. even the great Serpent was gone now, or she thought it was, who knew. all she could do was lay there and masterbate and hope the burning need would go away on it's own.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

Footsteps. The rustling of branches and underbrush. A figure poked his head around a nearby tree, blue eyes going wide as they fell upon the fayne. The man was tall, maybe six feet, and tanned from years of labor under the sun. His face was unshaven with a day’s growth matching his sun bleached hair. Hard muscles rippled beneath a simple fisherman’s tunic and bare feet tread the forest floor with the breech’s legs rolled up below his knees.

The current had dragged Aisscylla down the coast as she’d fought her way ashore so that she’d positioned herself just within the forest’s boundaries beside the village.

“Great Storm Lord,” the fisherman swore, and made a holy sign with his fingers before him before falling to one knee and averting his eyes. “Please fair sprite, I meant no trespass.”

His face colored, ears burning crimson, visible even with his tan. The man’s brow furrowed and he glanced up as the desperation that had been in her tone registered. “Are you alright? Miss, you aren’t one of the fair folk, are you? Did you fall afoul of one of their pranks, they make you…like this?” He gestured with one hand up and down her body, half referring to her plight, half to her physical form. Though whether Aisscylla was capable of comprehending the subtlety given her condition remained to be seen.

Soon as he realized he was staring, he turned away again, not one to take advantage of a young maiden in distress but unsure how he might help her. Save for the obvious and that might as well be rape given the circumstances. “You’re not hurting are you? Let me get you back to the village, might be my mother’ll be able to whip up a potion for you.”

 

[FoxWriter]

she gasped in fear as another person appeared and curled up on herself, fearful of being attacked yet again, not that she stopped her fingers, mewling with every thrust even as she tried to protect herself. "F..Fair.. Spirit?" she asked, confused by the strange thing... she recognized that the pale, hairy thing must be a human. she had thought they would be more cream colored, this guy was practically brown! and who was this storm lord he spoke about? he WAS aware she was a woman, right? "please.... oh please..." she pleaded, panting hard. maybe he would help her? she needed it, needed it so badly. she needed.... something. "oh please.. i don't know.. it burns! please... you must make the burning stop!" she wailed, sobbing with need as she got onto her hands and knees and crawled towards him. "please... please i need it. i need you to give it to me." she whispered, taking hold of the edge of his pants and ripping them to shreds if she couldn't pull them down. so desperate that she never realized that he might be less than willing to copulate with her. "please... please..." she gasped, fumbling with the laces of his breaches.

as soon as he was free, she took the thick organ in her hands and began to stroke it, panting in delight as she licked the top and gently caressed the shaft the way she had seen females do to their males. she was too young for a male of her own, but she had been curious and had watched. she knew the basic mechanics. her groin was aching so furiously, that she couldn't stop the tears of pain from spilling down as she kissed and licked his length, trembling as she molested the human that had stumbled across her. she gave him a hard shove, tumbling him to the forest floor and she straddled him, rubbing herself against his cock, eager mewls and small whimpers of pain leaving as his cock brushed against the raw, damaged parts of her as she slowly, slowly pushed himself with gasps of pleasure and relief. already the burning was starting to ease, just a little, as if the humans precum was a soothing balm. she knew the orgasm of the human male would at least ease the burning need deep inside of her. then she could think, and find a way to get help. she cried out as she rocked her hips, riding the male that she had managed to trap, laying her head on his chest as she moved faster, desperate, needing, and eager. Goddess how could something hurt so much, and still feel so good?

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

“Oh gods!” the young man cried as he pants were torn to tiny pieces by eagle-like talons, inches away from his quivering hard manhood. His subsequent attempts to gently pry her mouth from his member were futile largely in part to those. Who wanted to risk an accidental castration when the alternative felt so good? Abruptly he crashed to the ground, tearing through foliage and was inside of her.

A strange coolness spread from his cock into Aisscylla’s sex, gently soothing the pain even as it simultaneously fueled and quenched her fires. This was exactly what she needed and it sent waves of pleasure beyond simple physical stimulation through her as it pulled free the cursed salve’s magic. With nothing but the act before her, Aisscylla might have noticed that his skin was cool to the touch everywhere, not just his groin, despite the sun high overhead.

The fisherman was far from a passive partner. One hand wrapped around her back to embrace her, the other to the back of her head, fingers calloused from hard work twining in her hair. “You started this forest sprite,” he said. “I’m just going to finish it.”

As if she weighed nothing, he rolled her over onto her back, squashing a fern in the process. Her thrusting hips were suddenly met with deep pounding force as he buried his full length inside of her over and over and over again. The strength of his thrusts actually jolted her hips on impact as his abdominal muscles flexed with effort and glistened with sweat.

His lips found hers in a crushing kiss, devouring any screams or moans she might make as he thoroughly fucked her. The need was upon him soon though, and he groaned into her mouth to try and warn her, even as his thrusts became more frantic and erratic. Fueled by need, he just hoped he could satisfy her before coming himself.

A few moments later, he exploded. Seed flooded into Aisscylla’s battered sex, cooling as the salve was originally meant to be as it coated her walls and splashed against her bruised cervix. As he came into her, a wave of blinding pleasure hit like an avalanche. A metaphysical orgasm that crashed through the salve’s magic, ripping it away with orgasmic force that set her body to shaking and stole consciousness from her…

…When Aiscylla awoke, she was dressed in a shift and lying in a wooden framed bed beneath a light sheet. Her thighs were sticky with semen and her own sexual fluids, but how they got there was a mystery to her. Almost as mysterious as how she’d come to be there. In fact, there were only a few things she could remember at all. She knew she owed a debt of four tasks to a stranger, though he couldn’t ask her to hurt or kill anybody. For some reason this brought forth the image of a great serpent, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why. She recalled how to function, hunting and the like…but everything else, her name, the name of her people, her culture, her brutal rape at the hands of the dwarves…all of it was gone. Vaguely she sensed an awkward weightlessness around her shoulder blades, like there was a garment she was used to wearing there that was gone.

Out through the window next to the bed, she could see the night sky, dark with the new moon. One moon, a voice in the back of her head whispered, strangely familiar and yet not.

 

[FoxWriter]

she gasped and moaned and touched him with the desperation that was clear. she didn't care that he was cold, it felt amazing, simply amazing deep inside of herself. the soothing, calming, cooling flesh of the human male beneath her was easing every part of her burning need. she squeezed, surprised then he suddenly switched their positions, but she didn't fight him, she wrapped her legs around him and matched his thrusts with her own, arching and crying out with pleasure until he kissed her anyway, then she was too busy kissing him back to care about letting him know how good he was making her feel. she arched and writhed against him, pressing her breasts against him, her tail curling around his waist as if to make sure he didn't try to pull away before completing his task. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she wailed, tossing her head back as she felt his seed flooding her bruised and abused cunt and she screamed as she came, her back coming up off the ground as she arched, shuddering and writhing as she came, and came hard. she was so glad that the burning had finally ended, that she smiled as she let the darkness take her without fuss or fight.

she woke with a jerk, blinking a little as she looked up at the ceiling. where wad she? she looked around the little hut, her head tilted a little as she slowly sat up, wincing a little as her cunt ached at the motion. she reached down and touched the flesh there, wincing again at how swollen and painful it was... and something sticky was there too. she lifted her fingers and examined the substance with confusion. was that... with a little sniff she confirmed it. it was a man's seed. she knew she didn't have to worry about it, she wasn't sure why, but she knew that cum couldn't impregnate her. she frowned as she racked her brain for anything that she could remember... a giant serpent, who she owed four favors... and... and something about the moon. she shook her head and slowly eased out of the bed, trembling a little as she was overcome with overwhelming fear. where was she? who was she? was she safe? in danger? she felt like she was in danger... something was wrong, but she didn't really understand what... she moved through the little room she was in, wondering if she was a prisoner, or was she at a healers? had she been attacked?

"Hello?" she called, her voice trembling with fear as she carefully opened the door, casting another look out the window before moving out into the hall. "i... is someone there?" she asked softly. "please i... i don't know where i am... or how i got here... or who i am..." she admitted, moving slowly down the hall, feeling exaughsted and sore. she had bruises all over from the tight grip of the seaweed and landing hard on the ground. the rough sex of the seaweed and her human male had aggravated the pain inside even more. making it difficult to walk.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

The room opened up to the simple interior of a hut, a living room and kitchen joined together as one. A pot bubbled over a flame in the hearth, filling the room with the appetizing smell of freshly seasoned soup. The furniture was simple, fashioned from driftwood or local forest trees. There wasn’t much in the way of decoration, but the place was homey. Outside, the sound of the waves against the shore could be heard and fishing equipment, a simple throwing net and fishing spear rested beside the door, belying how the people who dwelled in the home lived.

A woman with a figure that seemed at once sleek and voluptuous worked at the cooking pot, rummaging behind it in another, much smaller cauldron almost completely hidden from view. She spun as Aiscylla entered the room, revealing a face lined with the beginnings of age and much laughter, putting her somewhere in her mid to late thirties. Her skin and hair had been kissed profusely by the sun and her eyes were blue as the familiar young man sitting a short ways away.

A dark haired girl set a bowl down on the table, tossing a shy smile the fayne’s way. While the other two were clearly mother and son, her relation was not as immediately apparent, although a closer look revealed some of the woman in her face. Perhaps she took more after her father than the young man, though there was no sign of him to confirm.

“She’s awake!” the girl cried, almost squealing with delight. “The sprite’s awake!”

“Hush,” the woman said, making her way over to Aisscylla. “Are you alright, dear? You were a bit…under the weather, when my son found you.”

At that, the young man’s face turned a violent shade of crimson. “Mom!”

The teenage girl giggled, but the mother continued on as if they hadn’t said or done anything. “I’m Miranda, the village healer. You’re in my family’s cabin…and we don’t know who you are either.” Her face turned sympathetic and she reached out to gently put a hand on Aisscylla’s shoulder. The fingers were oddly cool to the touch considering the warmth in the room. “Are you hurting anywhere? Your head perhaps? You look as if you’ve suffered some peculiar traumas.”

 

[FoxWriter]

she looked around, looking rather amazed. it was... a very nice house, familiar and comforting... yet she knew she had never been there before in her life. it was the furniture, it was... natural, beautiful. the Fayne weren't much caring about unnecessary decorations. occasionally they would make something pretty for their homes, usually a tapestry weaving, or a painting of a much loved family member, but decorations where sparse unless it was a ceremony day. a day in which they welcomed the gods and goddesses, or offered them offerings or gave thanks to the spirits of their ancestors. she blinked at the two women and the male, who she KNEW she knew, somehow or another...

"Sprite?" she asked, confused before making note of how... not the same color as her. she looked down at herself, lifting her tail and examining it before examining them, noting that they obviously had no tails to speak of... unless they where hidden? "...under the weather?" she asked, looking baffled. "isn't everyone under the weather?" she asked, casting her gaze upwards as if to examine the clouds. clearly that wasn't a phrase she was familiar with. "healer?" she asked, snapping her attention to the healer. "it hurts... here..." she cupped herself and then winced as she brushed herself there. "and i can't... remember anything..." she admitted softly. "i don't... recall how i came to be here, or... what i am, or who i am..." she admitted, sounding shaken and terrified. "i don't hurt anywhere but down there and deep inside..." she explained, tapping her somach before flinching at the touch, as if she had expected the faintest of touches to hurt. "your cold!" she gasped, catching the woman's hands in hers. "are you ill?" she asked, looking astonishingly worried about the people who had apparently saved her from... something?