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Authors name: Dard (dard@freenet.de)
Story title : Raid, The
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The Raid (MF, reluc, mc, fantasy)
by Dard (dard@freenet.de)
***
A nighttime raid keeps the wolfen pack fed and a young
Elvin lass happy... Though nobody could have imagined
what happened...
***
The night's air was clear and crisp and Starleaf's breath
a puff of white against the backdrop of the small elfish
settlement.
Situated between the shore of the Riven Sea and the
Umbrial Mountains it was home to a small clan of about
three dozen individuums. Starleaf really liked these late
autumn nights, when the stifling heat of the summer was
gone and the creaking cold of winter had not yet set in.
It was as if the world was slowly going to sleep...
inexorably, but with style. Not that there was nothing to
do... far from it.
The harvest had been brought in and had to be measured
and stored. The last wild berries had to be gathered and
everything had to be protected against the harsh winter
to come. Nonetheless there was always time for a walk at
night, when everybody except for the sentries was asleep.
Starleaf enjoyed these moments of solitude, her oasis
against the normal bustle of the day's work.
Throughout her 43 years this time of the year never had
lost its appeal for the young elf maid. Strolling through
the darkness under a canopy of stars, the ground covered
with rime, night owls soaring through the wilderness, her
spirit flying with them. "A perfect night for a stroll,"
she thought.
***
"A perfect night for a raid," the huge creature thought
as his sharp ears picked up the sound of movement up
ahead. A soft, canine growl escaped his throat, warning
his pack mates to be ready for action. The wolfen raiders
were hiding in a small crevice to the east of the
settlement, their breastplates and weapons blackened to
avoid any reflections from betraying their position. They
had chosen their hiding place well and despite their
great size had eluded the senses of the sentries and had
come within striking distance of the settlement itself.
"Ruthrowl," the pack leader growled softly, rising to his
full height of 9 1/2 foot, and a moment later, as if by
magic, an even taller, well groomed wolfen appeared by
his side, a gargantuan, two-headed battle axe made of the
finest kobold-steel clutched almost forgotten in his
claw.
'You called, I come,' the newcomer's voice echoed through
the pack leader's head, setting his teeth on edge. He
hated the young mindmage and his abilities. If he had
anything to say in years to come, any practitioner of any
form of magic would be eradicated. Sometimes though they
had their uses.
"Do you sense anything?"
'Not a twitch in the night, not a weapon around, just a
lonesome elf feeling safe and sound...'
"Shut your maw, Rowl. Any chance of getting that one
before it warns the others?"
"Not by normal means, though I could take care of her..."
Ruthrowl's voice was soft and had a slightly purring
harmony, that furthered the pack leader's dislike of the
young psionic. He had been ordered to participate in this
nightraid, as part of his military training, though he
did not like it at all. Too much killing and bloodshed.
Maybe his parents were to blame, raising him on their
farm near the Northern Wilderness, where elves, humans,
dwarves and other creatures were not uncommon. Maybe it
was his natural affinity to creature's minds, that had
always stopped him from seeing them as food. There were
other wolfen with the same attitude, but, sadly, they
were a minority within the empire.
So Ruthrowl reluctantly had agreed to accompany this
group of raiders, more to make sure that at least some of
the elves got away.
In a sense he was betraying his pack, but not himself.
"Do that... And then keep away... We wouldn't like to
have our precious mindmage be hurt by a tiny elfling.
Better yet... Growltooth, you stay with him... not a word
from both of you. Rowl, do your stuff. The rest, let's be
off..."
***
The night became cold, the plants gaining a frosting of
ice crystals and even Starleaf had to admit, that it was
time to head back to the settlement. A soft sigh escaped
her mouth, the warm air fogging out in the chill night.
It was going to be winter soon, with snow and ice,
blizzards, endless days cooped up in the house, waiting.
'Ah, well. Better than a hot summer with dust and dry
rivers...'
With another sigh of regret she gathered her cloak
tighter around her body and turned to head back, as all
of a sudden two huge, furry forms appeared in front of
her. Dark, canine eyes regarded her coldly.
'Wolfen!', her mind screamed as her body froze in terror,
eyes wide and heart beating furiously. Before she was
able to shake off the paralyzing effect of the two
beasts' appearance, the darker of the two, carrying twin
swords, advanced on her, his tongue tracing his chops in
anticipation.
'Oh, Gods of Light, I am going to be devoured...' a tiny
voice inside her head quavered as she tried,
unsuccessfully, to twist and run away, her body betraying
her. But before the wolfen was able to skewer her or cut
away choice parts of her anatomy, his companion lowered
the head of his gargantuan battle axe between them and
softly growl-barked something. The other one paused,
turning and growled something in return.
Trying to seize the opportunity this distraction was
offering her, Starleaf willed her body to move, jumping
back and keeping an eye on her attackers. Before she was
able to complete her movement, however, she looked into
the eyes of the battle-axe wielding wolfen and she froze.
Something was in those eyes. Some power that now held her
captive. As she slumped to the ground, again
a prisoner in her own body, she felt the power of an
alien mind weigh down on hers, holding her, manipulating
her.
***
Ruthrowl was annoyed to have Growltooth around. If he
wanted to keep up his 'disguise' he would have to be very
careful around that one. He could feel the hatred
emanating from him even without activating his powers. As
they neared the female elf, he dropped the illusion
covering them and both confronted her, weapons drawn. The
terror their appearance instilled in her was evident in
the size of her pupils. Huge, dark, terrified. Growltooth
immediately stepped forward, already imagining the soft
flesh and spicy blood running down his throat. Noticing
the rising panic in the elf, Ruthrowl stopped his
erstwhile pack mate with his axe.
"This one's mine to catch, and mine to have fun with. Our
pack leader said so..."
"You... Aye. It is your catch..." Growltooth replied with
barely checked hatred in his voice, then stepped back to
watch.
Showing amazing willpower, the female elf used this
distraction to try her escape. She even managed to take a
step backwards before he was able to subdue her mind
again with his powers. He stepped up to her prone form,
hunkered down beside her and brushed away an errant lock
of silken, silver hair.
"So fine... So soft... So easily broken... You will make
a nice appetizer when I am through with you...", he
growled softly, while his mind projected a different set
of words into the terrified elf's brain.
'Keep still and endure if you want to live. I will not
allow anyone to do you harm, but you will have to play
your part. I am afraid I cannot help the rest of your
clan, but I am sure some will escape.'
***
Hearing this voice inside her head almost made her mind
snap, but her will, coupled with her disbelief in the
situation managed to fetch her back from the brink.
A wolfen wanted to help her? He promised her no one would
hurt her if she played along? What did he want? Secrets?
She knew none. Did he really want to save her?
Her body in thrall, her mind in jumbles she did not
notice his huge claw-tipped paws slide along her body,
cupping her breasts and caressing her face. As the sheer
unreality of the situation finally rattled her from her
stupor, his right paw had already found its way
underneath her linen undershirt, sliding upwards to her
naked breasts. Suddenly she knew what he wanted, but at
the same time knew, whatever he did was just to save her
life and avoid losing his. The tip of his claw started to
trace a pattern around her left aureole and she could
feel the sharpness slide gently over her nipple.
Despite the danger and unreality, or perhaps because of
it, her body responded. Her nipples hardened and a
fluttery feeling entered her stomach. Though still
paralyzed by the wolfen's power she let out a soft moan.
***
His dexterous fingers soon found purchase under the many
layers of the elf's clothing, as Ruthrowl began his
ministrations. As he slipped his paw inside her clothing
he was amazed by the feel of her skin. Smooth, soft, warm
and cold in a few places.
He leaned over her and managed to elicit a soft moan from
her. She was not only playing along, she really started
to get into it.
"Yes...you like to be touched, to be caressed... Let's
see how you taste..."
A sudden surge of fear and disbelief came to his psionic
awareness as his muzzle touched her neck, only to be
replaced by anticipation and desire as he softly nibbled
and licked at her unprotected throat. His paws, now both
underneath her undershirt and pushing it up, ripping it
in the process, were now softly rolling and pinching both
of her uncovered nipples, giving her goosebumps in
anticipation.
"Hmmm... Delicious... Let's see if you taste this good
everywhere..."
***
Though she did not understand a word of the wolfen
tongue, her mind clearly understood what the wolfen,
Ruthrowl, as he had named himself, was saying for the
benefit of his pack mate. She understood completely, what
he was doing and how he wanted to help her, though the
other wolfen had not moved away as Ruthrowl had hoped he
would.
A sense of disgust, loathing, but also interest radiated
from the sword-wielding and menacing figure to Ruthrowl
and from him to Starleaf. The sheer sexuality of
Ruthrowl's ministrations was not lost to Growltooth and
the thought sickened him, but his curiosity forced him to
stay and at least watch how far that disgusting mindmage
would go.
Suddenly screams pierced the night; shrill, terrible
screams full of pain and horror. They cut through
Starleaf's stupor filled mind like a hot knife through
butter and her mind went berserk. A red haze descended
and through it she could only see the hated face of a
wolfen. Without thought she tried to hit the large
creature before her, but an insistent voice, cool as the
night breeze and twinkling like the stars, softly talked
to her, keeping a modicum of sanity alive.
'I told you, I could not help them. But I can help
you... So please stop or Growltooth will kill you...'
The voice had an almost pleading quality that touched her
deeper than the screams. There was one person, a supposed
enemy, who cared, was on her side. With a silent crash
her world dropped back into focus. She could feel her
body again, felt it again respond to Ruthrowl's touch.
***
With a soft sigh and a short prayer to the Gods of Light,
Ruthrowl relaxed his mental hold on her sanity, glad to
have brought her back, but even more so that Growltooth
had been so distracted by the screams that he had failed
to notice Starleaf's struggle. But he was still there.
Ruthrowl's muzzle started its downward movement, keeping
its contact to her bare skin as his powerful claw ripped
through her leather and linen clothing. Lapping his long
tongue over the hard buds of her nipples triggered
another moan and as he started to nibble with his sharp
teeth, her back arched in the thrall of ecstasy. The
combination of her fear, his ministrations, his psionic
hold on her and the surreal quality of the situation
built up to a sudden crescendo which released itself in a
first, powerful orgasm.
Ruthrowl felt her climax, felt the world exploding in her
mind. He sensed a peek of curiosity coming from
Growltooth, that ebbed away as soon as it appeared. That
one was not interested in carnal pleasure. He just wanted
his share of meat, so he stayed.
With his muzzle still nursing Starleaf's breasts,
Ruthrowl gripped both sides of her pants at the top with
his sharp claws and in one fluid motion that belied the
strength needed tore open the complete outer stitching on
both sides.
"Little one, it is not nice to start without me... Let me
take care of the excess before you overflow... again..."
Dragging his tongue over her belly downwards to her belly
button, Ruthrowl pushed down the flap of her pants,
which, due to the state they were in, left her nether
regions uncovered. Soft, downy, silver hair, nearly fur,
covered her mound, unable to even try hiding her swollen
outer lips and the erect, listening nub of her clitoris.
Ruthrowl, now aroused and hard himself, buried his long
muzzle between her legs, taking in her scent, her taste,
and lapped up her honey with wild abandon. His tongue,
its roughness gliding over her blood engorged clit time
and time again, explored the deepest regions of her
vagina, drinking her juices into his muzzle, letting her
soar higher and higher towards another crashing orgasm.
Whimpers and moans escaped her throat as she lost herself
again in the heat of passion, reaching a new high.
"So you like this, Little One... Let's see how you like
it different..."
Starleaf, lost in her state of ecstasy, started babbling,
first incoherently, then articulate.
"Yes... Oh Gods... Take me... Oh, oh..."
Needing no urging, as the fire now burned inside them
both, Ruthrowl dropped his loincloth, revealing his one-
and-a-half foot long member, rock hard and distended, its
flattened mushroom head leaking pre cum fluid. He sat
down on the hard packed, rime-covered dirt and took hold
of her slender form, lifting her effortlessly from the
ground and setting her down on his lap, his penis erect
between them and reaching three quarters up to her
breasts.
His paws gently cupped her ass-cheeks as he lifted her
up, aligning the tip of his cock with her wet, distended
pussy, then slowly, but firmly sat her down on himself
and pushed her onto his engorged member, burying himself
inside her tight vagina.
***
As Ruthrowl's cock started to slide into Starleaf's
overflowing cunt, she thought she would rip apart. He
spread her to the limit and beyond; that was how it felt.
More and more of his truncheon-like penis entered her and
again added
pleasure, pain and pleasure. She was beside herself and
could only moan and babble incoherently. Suddenly the tip
of his cock bumped into her cervix, but it spread her so
deliciously wide, that the cervical canal opened and let
the
intruder enter her most private place. As she slid down
the last inches of his shaft she sat down on the ball at
the end of his cock. She felt spread, but in ecstasy.
Lifting his pelvis up a little Ruthrowl very slowly
pushed her up, sliding nearly completely out of her, then
all the way back in. The ridges on his shaft rubbed
tantalizingly against the inside of her vagina, each slow
thrust bringing her closer to the brink of another
orgasm. As her tight cunt rubbed up and down the length
of his shaft, Ruthrowl felt the pressure build inside
him, leading him to increase his pace.
His muzzle dipped down to search her mouth, his tongue
parting her waiting lips, their tongues entwining,
exploring. His movements became faster and his thrusts
deeper, as his mind noticed the absence of Growltooth's
disgusted thoughts. The wolfen warrior had had enough and
had gone down towards the settlement for some fresh meat.
Ruthrowl and Starleaf were too far gone to care.
The slapping sound of flesh on furry flesh mingled with
the grunts and moans of elf and wolfen joined in carnal
delight.
Ruthrowl felt his balls tighten and with a last, savage
thrust buried himself in Starleaf, nearly pushing his
knot inside her as well.
'I'm cumming! Oh Gods... I'm cumming...'
This thought was emitted by both minds, originating from
neither, as both brought themselves over the edge towards
a huge orgasm. Thick globs of hot semen shot forth from
his dick into her waiting womb, overflowing it and
gushing out of her cunt over his shaft, knot and balls,
onto the ground. Both had their mouths open in silent
screams of passion, as they clung to each other
desperately.
***
Starleaf woke from her sexually induced stupor, still
impaled on Ruthrowl's pulsating shaft. Feeling him so
deliciously deep inside her nearly triggered another
orgasm, but, reluctantly she fought it down. His gaze on
her, tender, loving, led to a similar reaction from her.
He was no ugly, brutal monster. He was a soul, bound by
laws he did not like and working against them from the
inside. 'A noble soul', she thought, and she felt, that
she was deeply moved by him, maybe even a bit in love.
And she felt his thoughts mirror hers.
Suddenly urgency entered their placid minds, as their
situation came back into focus.
'We need to hurry...'
With a soft plop he lifted her from his rapidly drooping
member, their mixed juices pouring out of her cunt like a
torrent.
'To do this properly I need a bit of blood from you.
Don't worry... I will heal you again.'
Ruthrowl took a large knife from his back sheath and held
out his hand for her to put her hand in. They both smiled
and looked into each other's eyes. The knife made a small
nick in her wrist and blood flowed onto the juice covered
ground between them. After a few seconds Ruthrowl passed
his hand over her wrist and the bleeding stopped.
'Now run, Little One... I will cover your escape. And we
will meet again...'
Gathering her ripped belongings in a daze, Starleaf
looked back often to see her new lover, but soon the
darkness had swallowed his form. Still she could sense
him, feel him, he was out there and inside her mind.
Comforted that she would find him again she hurried off
towards the sea and the nearest human village there.
***
Ruthrowl sat on the hard packed dirt as the rest of the
pack came back, several Elvin corpses in sacks slung over
their shoulders. He belched thunderously as if he had
eaten a huge meal. Before him on the ground, the skeletal
remains
of an elfish woman showed, the bones showing tooth marks
here and there, and his muzzle was drenched in blood.
"What took you so long? I finished my meal quite some
time ago, and can I tell you, was that bitch stringy. The
taste was not too bad, but... I think I still have some
fibers between my teeth..."
With a disbelieving snort and stare at Ruthrowl the pack
leader began to guffaw, then erupted into gales of
howling laughter, soon joined by the whole pack.
"Of all the elves you had to pick the oldest, stringiest
bitch in the settlement. Serves you right, Mr I-can-read-
minds. C'mon, let's go."
Joining halfheartedly into the laughter, Ruthrowl hoped
the suggestion he had implanted in the pack's minds would
hold far longer than the illusion of Starleaf's skeleton
would after they left. He hoped it would hold forever,
or at least long enough for him to find her again and
leave the empire.
TBC
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