Monday, July 29, 2013

An Indie Writer Watching Sales

In other news, I calculated that since I first uploaded something onto Amazon, I've sold an average of just over 1 copy every 2 days. It's not as regular as that, of course. It's more like nothing for 5 days, then 3 sales back to back on the 6th day. I'm small-fry, obviously, but there's just something special about the confirmation you get when people are willing to pay for what you write.

In other news, finished a 25k word novella, and started a shorter story. I'll also be starting work on my first commission on Thursday. Busy busy!

Friday, July 26, 2013

(Fan)fiction Friday 8: The Bodyguard, Ch. 7


Tags: [Story] [Multi-cock] [Large/Macro cocks] [Blatant disregard for realism] [Light mind control]

Nahla slept through most of the rest of the following day, waking up only momentarily every now and then, mostly to Cercea sitting across from her, on the other side of the extinguished fire. She never came to a point where she felt hungry or thirsty, her body still feeding off the remainder of what the then-possessed Cercea had shot into her. At sundown on their second full day at the strand, Nahla felt well enough to sit up without any major pains, and by now her body had consumed what it had been fed. She had been awake for probably ten minutes by now, lying with her back turned, trying to gather a little information on Cercea’s mental and physical state before actually talking to her. She was still amazed, though the feeling was a dull one, that she was not any more upset than she was. The first time Cercea had raped her, there had been hatred, a kind of hatred she had never known before, but now..

With what she hoped was a convincing sleepy groan, Nahla loosely turned over to face the extinguished fire. Cercea had apparently gathered enough branches for a new fire, but had not lit it yet. Just like last night and every time Nahla had woken up during the day, she was sitting across from her bodyguard, as if waiting. Blinking, the very naked and still rather battered girl sat up, holding the blanket she had been sleeping under close to her body. Cercea looked up from the gathered pile of branches, and managed a small smile. Her clothes, hair and skin still looked as flawless as when the two of them had left Darnassus, but her eyes were changed. The last remnant of dull, careless nothingness had left them. She seemed sharp, contrary to what Nahla felt. A dullness she was not used to seemed to have taken hold of her mental faculties, though the feeling was diminishing fast.

“Maybe I should just leash you, keep you tied all the time..” mumbled Nahla, a small smile playing on her lips, as much to her own surprise as Cercea’s. A fleeting thought hit Nahla, and she loosened her hold on the blanket covering her. From the very first time she had been assaulted by Cercea, she had figured that her nakedness, or doing anything that could be seen as arousing, was at least in some way part of unlocking the different Cercea. With the blanket more loose, her contours were far less obvious, and she was more a vaguely triangular shape covered in the blanket, with a head on top of the shape.

Cercea hardly seemed to notice Nahla’s words. She had been holding in everything she had remembered since she had brought Nahla’s then broken form back to the camp for a full day now, going over and over it in her head, her grief over abusing the young warrioress mixing with the horror of the budding memories of what had transpired. She felt dehydrated, having sat in their small camp for so long, most of the time with tears rolling over her cheeks, but she did not dare sleep for fear of losing some of all that she had finally remembered.

Sitting on her heels, the dark-haired youngster fiddled with her fingers laying in her lap, looking intently at the pile of branches that was all she had left her post to gather for the last 24 hours. “I.. I remembered.. Things, N-Nahla.” her voice came silently, stumbling especially at mentioning her bodyguard’s name. It felt as if acknowledging her existence by name made the rapes that much worse, but the young elf of noble birth swallowed, starting again before the blanket-covered form across from her could get in a word.

As she spoke, Cercea’s voice gained some strength, though it seemed to simply be because she was losing herself in her own memories, rather than any actual strength. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but.. My parents are from before the time of the War of the Ancients. I was born before it, in fact I was the age I am now when it raged. I was, however, in love with a noble of Queen Azshara’s court.. To save me from whatever was to come, we didn’t know then, he used powerful arcane forces to place me in some sort of prison. He called it stasis. The only one able to break it would be him..”.

Cercea swallowed, glancing up at Nahla briefly. The other elf had taken on an entirely different expression as she listened. She was still very aware of Cercea’s body, scents and posture, but had also maneuvered herself into a comfortable position, buried under the blanket. Continuing, Cercea’s voice was rather monotone.

“As our race well knows now, thousands of years later, the arcane is tied to the nether, and only leads to corruption. Such was the magic my beloved weaved for me as well. Drawing upon the power of the well of eternity, he unwittingly locked me in stasis with a demonic entity. Now, you would probably call them succubi or incubi, except this thing.. It is not male or female, it’s both and none at the same time.. I don’t know how I know that.”. Cercea closed her eyes briefly, then shook her head, continuing.

“This being, Xanthe.. Was conscious. Locked in stasis with me, but conscious the entire time. It had no physical form, could not normally take its power with it from the nether to our world, but now that I was locked somewhere in the void with it, it could inhabit me and thereby come to our world with its power intact. It figured this out within the first few years in the stasis, and for the following ten thousand years, it inhabited me and, slowly, very slowly, changed me. Or somehow merged with me, at least partly.. It has control over how my, erm.. Privates look, when it’s in control, otherwise it’s just four.. You know.”. She blushed, for the first time since Nahla woke up displaying some amount of emotion. It was not on display for long, though, as she took in a deep breath and continued.

“It not only changed my body, but also my mind. Sadly, for Xanthe that is, its efforts had corroded the magic holding me in stasis so much that eventually the magic stasis fizzled and I unceremoniously dropped out of nothing and into the middle of Auberdine. After some questions and suspicions, I was taken back to Darnassus, to my overjoyed parents. This part is still a haze to me, I’m only truly remembering my life after the time in the stasis now, but I think I lived there for at least six months until we went on this journey. And I think.. That Xanthe took control at least a few times to feed its carnal appetites..”.

The two of them sat in silence for a long time. Cercea’s shoulders were slumped, letting out a yawn after a few minutes. Having told the most important parts of her tale, she no longer had to stay awake. Nahla on the other hand, was thinking as much as she could, with her mind still strangely sluggish and almost foggy, in a way. If this Xanthe being was responsible, Cercea was truly in need of help, but could she even be helped if she had been corrupted over ten thousand years? It seemed hard to believe that so much work could be undone. The bodyguard pulled the blanket closer to herself, sending a calming smile to Cercea as she spoke; “You should rest, we’ll see what we can make of all this tomorrow. Rest.”.

The youngster girl had been sitting turned slightly to the side. Nahla had hardly been able to avoid noticing that she was wearing very little clothes. Panties, as well as a thin shirt. Her legs were covered in the leather of her pants, however, when she laid down, facing towards her bodyguard more, it became rather clear that her leggings were ruined. The leather that should’ve covered her crotch seemed to have exploded outwards at some point, and the panties the girl was wearing seemed more comical than practical. While she was definitely herself, her middle was still the same corrupted visage it had been since Nahla had first seen it. In fact, her panties were helplessly pushed a little down to hang around her thighs, as each of the flaccid but nevertheless enormous cocks claimed space from her crotch and all the way to her knees, between her legs.

Cercea had closed her eyes and laid down, her upper body resting on its left side, her body twisting slowly as Nahla’s eyes travelled downwards. The young night elf’s waist was slightly turned, so that the edge of her firm rump surely only barely touched the ground, but her legs laid spread to the sides slightly, allowing room for her four burdens. The green-haired, slightly older girl shifted position a bit, the unusual and surely uncomfortable position of her charge making even her battle-hardened form cringe.

Nahla sat there, in the beginning darkness, watching Cercea’s breathing even out and become deep and calm. The guardian female elf had hoped that as the night progressed, everything that had happened since the two of them left Darnassus would have settled to the back of her mind. However, she was unable to take her mind off what had happened at the beach. She remembered clearly that night in Darkshore. She was even able to relive them, for long moments drifting into light sleep where she relived the horrific assaults from what seemed to be Cercea’s perspective. When she woke from her brief slumbers, she shook her head and promised herself to stay awake to think. To stay awake to stop the fog that seemed to be taking a firmer and firmer grasp of her mind from completely changing her.

Nahla was unaware of the battle she was fighting, and, it would seem, losing. Her teeth were clattering, despite the night being warm. Hours drifted by as Nahla fell in and out of sleep, beginning to find herself rocking back and forth as she woke up from more and more brief slumbers. The lack of sleep and slipping control of her mind, as well as the strange, very short flashback dreams was, without her control, turning her on. As yet another hour passed, the moon reached its highest point, but the bodyguard noticed nothing. Not the moonlight rays that seemed to caress her almost feverish form in an attempt to save her, not the extreme quiet around her. Finally, Nahla seemed to be unable to truly wake up from her slumbering trance, gasping for air, the blanket falling from her shoulders. Her lightly calloused hands took a rough grip of both her large, firm breasts.

A strange mix of soft, cooing moans and pained gasps come from the girl’s mouth as she fell deeper still into her trance. One hand ran down her stomach and started to, stroke a non-existant but would-be grotesquely large cock. The bodyguard could keep neither silent nor still, her crotch pumping back and forth, her back grinding against the bark of the tree that supported her, her free hand either roughly groping her bust or having its fingers sucked separately. Her squirming intensified tenfold, her right arm stroking up and down on empty air frantically, finally leaving her stiff as a board, her mouth hanging open as a very real orgasm wracked the deeply tranced elf. Nahla slumped back against the tree once again, opening her eyes. She was herself, although she was sweaty and very, very naked. Her attention was quickly centered on Cercea’s form, though.

While the youngster was still clearly asleep, her four enormous cocks seemed ready to burst, so thick and hard were they. One of the cocks was still convulsing, though. Thick streams, rivers even, of cum had sprayed from it only moments ago, and were still pumping from the tip like some strange replica of a fountain from the elven cities..

Nahla was entirely fixated on the sight in front of her, shivering only slightly as the control she was now subject to in some small way urged her to crawl around their camp on all four until she was close enough to reach forward and place four cautious fingers against the quivering, towering dick, fingers immediately getting sticky with the cum running down the veiny monster. Nahla shook her head, a peeping, sad “N-no..” escaping her lips, the sound making it evident that she had already lost whatever brief battle, if any, that had occurred. She leaned further forward, reaching her tongue out to scoop up a load of the rich, thick sperm. Before she could swallow, the young woman suddenly pushed the side of her head against the still throbbing cock, rubbing the cum against her face, while she drank in as much as she possibly could.

Nahla stayed in her position, her head pushed against the cumming cock, drinking in fresh semen for the next almost ten minutes. Even after the huge shaft finally stopped producing its white goo, Nahla was compelled to keep drinking, scooping and licking more of it. She spent the next hour meticulously cleaning Cercea’s body of any trace of sperm she could find, until she was finally released, her mind once again returning to her. There was no revulsion of what she had done. All she wanted was to sleep, to escape the world and, hopefully, never ever return to its horrors again.

Nahla crawled around the camp again to where she had left her blanket, more falling on top of it than laying down, almost asleep before she had hit the ground.

Monday, July 22, 2013

One Month as a Published Indie Author

What a mouthful, that title. Which is fitting for the subject matter, of course. A month ago, I published my first short story: Purity Taken. A week later, I published a second book, two short stories combined into one. The month leading up to the release was an adventure of rediscovery for me. I had tons of ideas (I still do) and I wrote what I wanted to (I still do, mostly). 

Even though I told myself not to make a big deal of anything, not to expect anything, I still felt somewhat disappointed when both books were released to a thunderous emptiness of response. I didn't sell a thing, probably to do with my obscurity as an author and the fact that I offered both books for free from Smashwords until the 30th of June. I didn't -sell- anything, I should stress, but the books were still picked up, although not in huge numbers. Less than 10 copies in the first 2 days.

I was told to expect this, of course. I tried very hard to tune my expectations with the harsh reality that most indie authors face: Obscurity. It didn't work so well, and the fact that I had workers and a torrent of family obligations in the week after releasing Purity Taken didn't help me feel any more comfortable about publishing or writing in general. I struggled just to keep up.

Even once the workers and family obligations were done, I had difficulty focusing on writing, and when I left for a 2-week holiday in the country, for the longest time (Over a week) I didn't write at all. But, you know what? During all of this, during my own troubles, due to a mixture of motivational issues and neurotic issues, my books steadily sold on Amazon. Not tons, but it seems to average out to around 1 book every other day between the two of them. Roughly. That's -good-. Selling more than 5 copies per month per book on average is -good-.

And this is incredibly encouraging and motivating to me, of course. Not to mention that I have a longer story that will soon be ready for editing and proofing. I managed to look ahead and realize that a period like the one I went through here could and would happen, so I had "Cheating in the Caribbean" saved up and ready for release. Even though I have written very little, my public output will not be noticeably impacted. And the books I do have out don't care if I'm having an episode or not.

So, the first month published has been both eye-opening and encouraging. Eye-opening due to facing the realities both good and bad of publishing, and encouraging because of some of those realizations. I look forward to my next month, and with a little luck, I'll be on track to release 2 stories as well this month, with 1 already done and 1 well on its way. My desired pace when I started was 2 stories a month, so that's good.

For now, my goal is to be able to afford good covers. There's a site out there that offers decent, premade covers for 30$ apiece. Certainly more expensive than what home-made ones based on stock images would cost, but also more professional-looking. The sales from the latter half of June add up to about half of what I'd need for one cover, though, so until I'm earning 60$ a month on my writing, I'll have to get by with making my own covers. If my current sales trends continue, that 60$ a month may only be 1½-2 months away, at which point I can start getting professional covers for all of my releases.

Oh, and on a last note, I'll be extending the time-period of the next report to around the 1st of September, just to make it easier for me, and to synch up with various other things.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Cheating in the Caribbean Published

Description: Rika was the subject of a research project meant to change the world. Now, the experiment is over, and it was a success. The success has left Rika with a new body, and a lust that she doesn't yet understand. Still suffering from the aftereffects of the experiment, she has a chance meet with the sexually unsatisfied Nina Catarina while on Holiday. The chance meet quickly snowballs into a carnal relationship that neither Nina or Rika ever dreamed of.

What starts off as a one-night affair develops into a something more, with Rika indulging in Nina's increasingly risky fantasies.

Cheating in the Caribbean contains 7500+ words of scorching hot infidelity between a futanari woman and an unsatisfied woman with a boyfriend who's a little too much of a nice guy.

Author Notes: I think I spent around 2 hours fixing this up for publishing and creating the cover. It had been a while since I last got something ready, so I was perhaps a bit shaky. Add another hour of fiddling or so because Amazon for some reason didn't like the cover and made it grainy. When I started out with the cover for this story, I wasn't sure I liked it much. With the text added, though, I'm finding it a lot better than it looked when I first started up Photoshop.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story.

Friday, July 19, 2013

(Fan)fiction Friday 7: The Bodyguard, Ch. 6


Tags: [Pain] [Suffocation/oral] [Violence] [Death] [Cum fountain?] [Naga] [Multi-cock] [Large/Macro cocks] [Bulging/Stretching] [Cock growth] [Blatant disregard for realism] [Magic] [Light bondage] [Rape]

For the longest time, the world was a haze to Cercea. Neither she nor that which lived inside her was in control. Her body had almost ceased functioning, and as she lay there at the edge of the beach some hundred yards from where Nahla was lying passed out, it seemed as if it was all she could do just to breathe.

Hours passed, but it was not until midday started quickly approaching that Cercea’s body seemed back under control. It was not satisfied. The stupid girl had managed to wrest control, even if just for a second, at the most critical of moments. It had almost been a catastrophic loss, and now revenge and most importantly release was needed. During the hours that the two elves had been lying on the beach passed out, the looming presence of evil that kept anything living away from Cercea had dissipated, and now, through the corner of her right eye, she found that Naga had returned to the beach.

They still kept their distance, slithering about silently, obviously trying to see if this was a trap. A lone, naked elf lying on the beach was too good to be true. It seemed to be a scouting party, four heavily armoured and armed males, scalemail forged to resemble their own scales covering their slimy forms, large tridents dripping with… Something. Poison possibly, but no matter what it was, it was surely something dangerous to other races. Walking in the middle of the small group of warriors was a female Naga, a haughty smile on her sharp, pointed, snake-like face as she realised that the elf was entirely alone.

Tezira closed her webbed fingers around the ball of ice she had had ready just in case. This would not be much of a fight, if a fight at all. The elf was young, seemed unmarred by this world’s many evils. She was a perfect sacrifice to the lords of the nether, one that would surely put Tezira in favour, and grant her much more power than what she possessed already. The girl had clearly spotted them by now. She was stepping backwards, but seemed aware that she had no chance of escape. While the four warrior males were heavy and armoured men, the Naga physiology allowed them to travel at and keep up speeds faster than any elf on foot would be able to. Tezira found them to be brutish, in fact she hated males, but these four had proven rather useful on many an outing, and were as such tolerated.

Unbeknownst to the five approaching assailants, Cercea was already preparing herself. The weaker she seemed, the easier this would be, so she made sure to step nervously backwards, look to the sides and over her shoulder, as well as trying to cover herself. The five Naga were now close enough that their strange smell mixed with the scents of the forest and the beach. Strangely, their smell was not repugnant or disgusting as old fish might be, rather it was that of wet moss and spring flowers, in a strange mix. Their faces, while different from normal humanoids, were only slightly pointed, and their eyes still bore clear resemblance to the elven form they once possessed. Of course, the protrusions going in a line from the back of their heads and all the way down to their tails, together with their bodies becoming scaled and snake-like as it neared their waists gave them away, but they were far more graceful than what Cercea remembered having had described to her.

She shook her head, and quickly suppressed the stern glimmer in her eyes that she had let surface for a moment. The five Naga were now within 20 yards. The four warriors, out of habit more than a sense of anything dangerous, gripped their tridents more firmly and moved in on the young elf. Tezira stopped and let a small smile play across her face, as the feeble elf stepped backwards.

Once second later, it was not glee but shock that covered the sorceress’ face. In a flash of movement as fast as any trained fighter would have been able to manage, the elf had change stance. She was now standing upright, relaxed, a grotesque sight as four flaccid cocks hung from her crotch, reaching down to her knees easily. Tezira’s face contorted into a sneer, and she hissed. The four warriors moved in.

Cercea ran two fingers on her small right hand up along her thigh, smiling as her eyes seemed to actually ignite, becoming fiery pits. She held up her right hand for a brief moment, then her expression turned evil, her teeth bared as her right arm shot out towards the warrior in front. Without warning, a flash of green hellfire exploded right in front of his face, ripping skin and bone from his body. He barely had the time to make a sound, as Cercea curled her hand into a loose fist, her smile now more satisfied, as the explosion turned into a ball of shining, deadly heat that enveloped the naga’s head. After two seconds, Cercea let her hand drop to her side, watching the ball of green fire disappear with a puff of black smoke, leaving the headless, burned body of the warrior to half fall and half slide to the ground, not even a twitch revealing that it had been alive just three seconds earlier. In a grotesquely comical fashion, the trident the warrior had held stood by itself for half a second, then fell on the headless body with a metallic clang.

The remaining four Naga stood there, shocked, and as seconds passed, Cercea’s four cocks came alive and grew, as if she was turned on by the death and violence. Tezira had been shocked, as had her warriors, but as if on command, they all snapped back into action. The sorceress brought her hands together and separated them, a smoking ball of liquid ice floating an inch above each palm. At first she had simply thought that the elf’s fiery eyes were a product of her spell, but the reddish-orange fire trailed over into small plumes of thin grey smoke. The Naga sorceress hoped that the opponent’s fire-based magic would work against her in a fight with the water and ice-based magic of the Naga, but with that kind of power, Tezira was beginning to doubt that any of them would make it away from this alive.

With an agile twist, she threw the first icebolt at the elf, held her palm towards the sorceress and met the bolt with a jet of flame, leaving nothing but a hiss and some rising steam in the air. Cercea had her goal now, the sorceress. The three warriors were simply hindrances that would have to be taken care of first. With a wave of her hand, she sent two of them flying almost ten yards towards the forest, while her left hand made a beckoning gesture towards the last one. His trident seemed to take on a life of its own, rising into the air and launching itself towards Tezira. With a desperate lash of her arm, the sorceress sent the remaining bolt of ice towards the trident, freezing and shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces. The sorceress put her hands together to conjure another two bolts, only being able to watch as the weaponless warrior charged Cercea, crashing into her with apparently no effect at all, except for dazing him.

Cercea’s hands found their mark around the thick, muscled throat of the warrior who had attempted to knock her over. With the same unnatural strength she had displayed earlier, she started to lift the warrior from the sand of the beach, as smoke started to rise from her hand around his neck. A sizzling sound added to the scenery, as Cercea’s hand seemed to start sliding into the struggling warrior’s neck. Her small fingers slid into his neck as a hot knife through butter, until she was able to ball her hand at the middle of his neck. She pulled her hand back, and the second warrior collapsed to the beach, the stench of burned meat rising from his now black, charred, half-severed neck.

As Cercea started to step towards the frightened sorceress, the Naga threw her two new bolts in rapid succession, for a moment losing sight of the young elf as the two balls exploded in clouds of hissing steam. When she once again caught sight of Cercea, she was standing with her side turned towards the sorceress two headless, burned warriors lying less than five feet from her. The fiery-eyed demon elf turned and started walking towards Tezira, who at once became aware of what it really was this elf wanted. The four huge cocks were rigid and waiting, and anything that Tezira threw at Cercea seemed to, at best, slow her down for a second or two. The distance between the two grew smaller and smaller, the Naga sorceress sending waves of liquid ice, suffocating fog and bolts of ice at the demonic creature closing in, all to no avail. She was in the middle of chanting the words to imprison the elf in ice, as she was cut off.

The warm, steam-mixed fog was at this point so heavy that Tezira could see only one or two yards ahead of her. She was casting blindly, but at the same time keeping this demon elf away from her, she had figured. Now, as her mind instinctively made her flinch, she had lost. Out of the fog strode this deceptively small elf and, without a word, smashed a fist into Tezira’s stomach, making the sorceress curl downwards. With the Naga halfway crumbled, Cercea took a hold of her enemy’s neck and turned the slightly pointed face upwards. “Shame you had to resist so much.. I might’ve let you live.” the elf spat.

Without any further delay, Cercea used her free hand to point one huge cock down, pressing it against the naga’s lips. Finding herself unsuccessful in pushing the first cock into Tezira’s small mouth, the elf grabbed a hold of the sorceress’ mouth, one hand around her lower lip and jaw, the other around her upper lip and unceremoniously jerked her mouth open. She took a step forward as the first rock hard monster of a cock suddenly pushed unopposed into the naga’s mouth. Cercea managed to bury half of that one large dick’s head into Tezira’s mouth, closing the sorceress’ air supply off and thus negating any danger that might still have been in her beaten form.

Not until now did the demon elf feel any indication of the sorceress’ fangs, and even now it was just a feeble attempt. Not even an executioner’s axe would have been able to chop off one of her cocks, even if they were not protected by the magic that Cercea’s body had been force-fed for millennia, they were marvels of nature, harder and more resistant than anything the races of this world could conjure up. With slightly narrowed, still fiery eyes, she gave Tezira a singing slap, angling a second cock down towards the Naga. The head of the second veiny, hard, twenty two inch long and knee-thick cock smeared almost transparent, viscous precum over the sorceress’ face from forehead, down her left cheek to her stretched lips.

With a sick, almost insane glimmer in her fiery eyes, Cercea wrapped her hands around the Naga sorceress’ head, caressing the creature as if she loved it. The second after, her grip hardened, the small muscles in the possessed body tensing as unnatural strength began forcing two wide, thick cocks into the naga’s mouth and down her throat. The slight advance managed only to fuel the intense, consuming lust that Cercea felt, so complete was it that she barely noticed this lizard’s muffled screams as the two huge dicks began forcing themselves down her warped mouth and changing throat. A pain so intense that Tezira knew she should have lost conscience, or worse yet been torn in two lashed through her, but she did not lose conscience. Then she felt it, through the bone-grating, sickening veil of pain. This elf, this creature, was keeping her whole, alive, to use her to satisfy itself.

Cercea leaned her head back, let her mouth hang open to let out a relieved laugh, thin streams of smoke coming from her eyes. This creature was just what was needed. A shame she would have been torn apart without the use of magic. It lessened the pleasure a tiny fraction to have to keep up the spell that kept the Naga alive, but it made for a beautiful sight. Cercea looked down, a wide, gleeful smile on her face as she watched the first third of both of those huge, elven girlcocks slide down the sorceress throat. Spittle and precum bubbled up between the two massively thick dicks and ran down the woman’s neck. Tezira tried to reach up and rip the two cocks to shreds with her claws, but had barely moved her hands before she felt some invisible power force her hands behind her back and hold them there. She could only half lie and half stand, curled up under the elf and take those two enormous shafts, both of them now ten inches down the naga’s madly bulging throat, reaching to just above her collarbone.

With the same sick smile on her face, Cercea pulled the two thick, veiny shafts up a few inches and thrust them downwards even harder, letting out a “Hnnnh..” sound of pleasure, as the naga’s throat vibrated in a soundless scream around her cocks. This was not quite the same as fucking that bodyguard, but it would do. She needed someone to unload her semen in, masturbating was far below the entity controlling Cercea. With a renewed, crushing grip around Tezira’s head, Cercea’s eyes flowed a fiery red, and for the first time the Naga actually felt heat, a searing, scalding wave of hot, moist air hitting her deformed head, as the demonic elf doubled the strength of her pull, her massive twin dicks sliding into the naga’s deforming body at about an inch every three seconds, which meant that it only took a little over half a minute for the elf to be buried to the hilt in the feebly struggling Naga, whose pain-induced shivering throat and now stomach vibrated around those huge, iron hard shafts. Xanthe looked down through Cercea’s eyes, smiled and pulled the two cocks a few inches up, thrusting them down again. She used the opening to Tezira’s stomach to massage the edge of the two cockheads, shivering with pleasure. This strange lizard had been a good cocksleeve, but it was time to get on with it.

Cercea’s hands were for a moment almost mechanical as they dragged the two pulsing futacocks out of Tezira’s malformed, bulging body, but her strength and seeming rage returned, as the two giant, swelling cocks plunged into the sorceress’ stomach. She felt them already madly thick cocks pulse and grow thicker still inside her ravaged throat and windpipe, then felt the heads push against the bottom of her stomach, strangely numb. The naga’s body’s pain receptors seemed to have shut down through overload, and all she could feel was herself wrapped around those two enormous shafts, vaguely hearing the elf let a hoarse scream loose. Tezira felt, and almost heard the first floods of cum course through the thickened, monstrous cocks, splashing forcefully into her stomach, filling it with the first two combined explosions of thick, almost chewable cum. At this point, her body finally could take no more, and she escaped into blissful unconsciousness, the lack of air and the overwhelming, crushing pain driving her into the darkness.

Cercea was sweating, almost whining with pleasure as she felt the massive surge of cum pound through the two massive cocks like a second heartbeat, watching cum beginning to leak from around her two cocks up from the creature’s stomach, the next moment retracting her head instinctively as cum pumped upwards into the air in a thick jet, the small elf’s body wracked with pleasure as the enormous cocks pulsed, sperm spraying up into the air, coating Cercea and the surrounding patch of beach in her own jizz for the full two minutes that her orgasm lasted. At the end of it, the elf’s mind was so blurred and spent from pleasure, that the creature controlling it could not hold on, retreating back to where it came from, leaving the elf to clear up the mess.

Blinking to rid herself of the blur in her eyes, Cercea almost collapsed, weakened knees making her tumble a little from side to side. That was when she felt it, her still hard dicks lodged in the sorceress’ throat. She looked down in terror, desperately yanking back and upwards, dragging Tezira’s limp body a few feet with her as she struggled to remove the two thick shafts from the naga’s throat. Looking down at herself, she felt a sinking feeling. She was covered in her own cum, and now that her dicks were no longer taking up the deformed, abused sorceress’ throat, cum had started leaking from her. For a moment, the otherwise relatively apathetic elf’s mind went blank, and it felt like something snapped inside her, then everything came back to her. She was a prisoner in her own body, somehow this thing had managed to control her some even when she was not horny, but it was over now.

She backed away, let out a shriek as she stepped on the burned neck of one of the myrmidons, then stormed back towards the beach where Nahla had been left, breathless more due to the cascade of realisations that had hit her than due to running. The Naga had been dead, she had killed it, but the shock of taking her first life had brought something, some measure of mental stability and power back to her. She had to find the girl she had been torturing the last couple of days, and ensure that she was still alive.

Nahla did not know how long she had been lying on the beach. The first time she woke up it was the middle of a day, she could barely move a muscle. Her entire body screamed for relief from the maddening pain, and if she had had the strength, she would have been crying in pain. Mercifully, she lost consciousness again, waking up much later, when the sun was setting once again. The young bodyguard was very aware that she should have been dead a long time ago, but as she came to a little, she realised that, once again, the thing that had ravaged her had.. Once again, orgasmed inside her. Her gaping ass had, miraculously, reshaped itself. Her bones felt as if they were bruised skin, but none were broken, bent or misplaced from their proper positions anymore. Her legs functioned again, and while the unbearable pain still coursed through her, her body was not destroyed. She was not hungry, barely even thirsty.

The young woman tried to get up on all four, but found it to be a very bad idea. The steady pain she had felt while lying on the beach ambushed her in a roaring tidal wave, causing her to shiver and collapse, a sob interrupted as she threw up what little was in her stomach due to the pain. Rolling onto her side, Nahla lost consciousness again. The next time she woke up, she was lying under a blanket near a fire that was roaring in the dark. Across from her sat her travelling companion, though she seemed changed somehow. The bodyguard began an attempt at sitting herself up, but the Cercea shook her head, put a finger upon her soft lips and shushed Nahla. There was no order or command in the previously confused girl’s voice, and for the first time since she had met this strange girl, Nahla felt as if there was true, unobfuscated emotion coming from her. She seemed to have been crying recently, judging by the wet stripes down her cheeks.

After a moment’s consideration, the bodyguard laid herself fully down again, grimacing. Her ass still hurt, but not any more than she could have managed to walk with if she had had to. She almost felt thankful that this thing, that was apparently Cercea half the time, came in her every time it used her. She closed her eyes, and slowly let herself drift off again, almost surprised at herself for not being more upset than she was at what had happened.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Two Months

Wow. In the quiet recesses of my mind, I didn't really believe I'd make it 2 months into this try at rekindling my fire for writing, but somehow I have managed to hold on through a somewhat tumultuous existence. I have managed to stick to continuous writing in a way that I never have previously, and I take that as a good sign. I have also published my first works, and am on track to publish more, at least one, preferably two, a month.

It is currently my goal to build up a small back log of short stories, to give myself 2-3 months of breathing room where I will instead be working on a novel. For the coming month, though, I will be releasing "Cheating in the Caribbean," a short Futa/F story, predictably about cheating. In this case, about cheating on a woman's boyfriend while on vacation on a Caribbean island. I'll also be releasing an as of yet untitled M/F work about a female assassin and the man she meets on a job later in the month.

I've also decided that instead of having these reports in the middle of each month, I'm going to be extending the next "monthly" report's time-period so that I can publish it closer to the 1st September rather than somewhere around the 16th of August. But to get to the point of this post, what has happened in the month that passed?

Monthly Words

My goal for this month continued to be 1000 words a day. I have written a total of around 18.000 words, coming to roughly 592 words/day. I will continue to keep my word count goal at 1000 for one more month, before moving up to 1250/day.

Now, the words per day figure will be conflicting with what I'll talk about below, but I'll describe what happened briefly. In the first part of the month, everything was going swimmingly. I wrote tons, and felt good about writing and life, and found a good schedule for writing when I don't have anything else going on.

Then construction workers, family stuff and holidays happened. In terms of written words, this month has been a disaster. Still, I learned many valuable things both from doing (Writing) and from reading blogs. I got back into the groove a bit at the end as well, so I believe I can bounce back for the next report and get ready to move on to 1250 words/day. I already write far more than that on the days where I write. It's the interruptions that cost me.

What I Have Learned

I suppose it's not a new revelation to me that I am a private/introvert and often anxious creature. With workers and a torrent of family obligations during most of one week of this month, I had serious trouble finding myself in a place where I felt like writing at all. I pushed myself to write anyway, and I discovered that what I wrote in such an uneven state of mind is not bad work.

The unequivocally most important part of this past month, though, was my decision to attempt to stick to a schedule of early-day/morning writing on the days where I do write. This way, I will usually have my 1000 words for the day done way before noon, giving me the rest of the day to do whatever I want. I have scheduled at least 1 hour of reading as well. What this has done is almost magical, for me. It has given me my passion for writing back. With the day's goal accomplished early, I managed to write far more in a given day than before. I was restless to write more, and more, and more.

Writers block is another thing I have worked on. I never really considered what I had writers block as much as a lack of motivation, but I have changed that view lately. It boils down to me, in the past, more often than not spending half or whole days thinking that I should get at least my 1000 words out of the way. I think so much about it, but I rarely tab into word for more than 2 seconds. My mind becomes negative about the whole thing.

I didn't sit down and force myself to focus on the page and the words that should flow onto it. This is something I have learned to change. The words are there, even if I don't feel in that magical state of mind that I previously thought necessary. The words will flow, as long as I sit down and focus. Once I get back to studying and working, this will be important, since my writing time will be greatly diminished.

Stories Written and Publishing Notes

Cheating in the Caribbean - To be published.
Assassin story (Part 1) - To be published

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Where Have I Been?

Alright, granted, I don't think anyone actually follows this blog, so this is really a pointless exercise. But it's also a record for myself to look back on later, so I know what my journey, whether successful or not, consisted of. I had a rough time before the holidays, with construction workers, family duties, neuroses as well as educational and financial worries, and once that was over with and I went on holiday in the country, I continued not to write anything for a good long while. I suppose I just took a break from it.

Finally, though, I'm back. With just 2 days of writing left before the 2nd month is complete, my wordcount for the second month will be much, much worse than the first. Bad. But, I suppose, also a learning experience. Real life pressures take their toll. Since I only count completed works, I suspect the wordcount will be -catastrophic- rather than bad, though I do have a ton of words tied up in incomplete works.

Anyway, I suppose I just wanted to say that I'm still alive and still want to do the writing thing, in spite of the only thing appearing on the blog for a while being scheduled friday storytime.

Friday, July 12, 2013

(Fan)fiction Friday 6: The Bodyguard, Ch. 5

The Rear of Ashenvale

Tags: [Travelling] [Bondage] [Noncon] [Anal] [D/s] [Violence] [Pain] [Multi-cock] [Large cocks] [Hair-pulling] [Stretching] [Some Immobilization] [Choking] [Complete disregard for realism]

The sun had only just started its gradual rise when Nahla woke up. Cercea was still sleeping. She immediately realised she had forgotten to tie the girl up, and resolved to make extra sure that this strange person or being would not be as free the coming night. As quietly as she could, Nahla began gathering her things. She gathered her blanket and the few other belongings she had had time to unpack during their stay here, then sat down at the glowing embers of the campfire Cercea that Cercea would have had to build while Nahla was sleeping. She was only now beginning to feel the slightest pang of hunger, something that unnerved and increasingly disgusted her. Her assailant had almost killed her, and then most likely been the very reason she had recovered as quickly as she did. Nahla sighed, and set her quiet eyes on Cercea. It seemed surreal that such a small woman was able to overpower anyone. If anything, she looked like she would be perfect in a human whorehouse. She was very much Yalanda Blackbough’s daughter when it came to looks.

Nahla sat there, lost in thoughts as Cercea muttered, seeming to be waking up. She opened her eyes and, for a moment, seemed to look like she was just a lost little girl, then her protective shell fell in place once again. Nahla shook her head and tightened the muscles in her chest as if to force the her sprouting empathetic feelings out through physical strength. “Pack, we need to move” she almost spat briskly, getting up and putting on her various pieces of armor.

Cercea quickly gathered her things in a rather disorderly pile and stuffed them into her pack, then managed to get the pack onto her back. Nahla stomped on the remaining embers, then lead Cercea out of the small ring of trees that had been their campsite and onto the road again. While Nahla was still not completely over the incident at the river, she was still in much better physical shape than Cercea. They stopped after having crossed the river. Cercea seemed to cast a glance at the road leading to Onu’s grove as they passed it, but never said a word. They walked for much of the day with only few breaks to eat and drink, reaching the northwestern, rear border of Ashenvale by nightfall.

As she had before, Nahla lead them off the road to find a more isolated campsite. She came upon an old, large tree that had fallen during a past storm. When it fell, it had taken a large chunk of the ground with it, creating a small area that seemed to be a good place to spend the night. Nahla ordered Cercea to set make their beds where the earth was soft and prepare for a fire, while the bodyguard ventured into the surrounding wilderness to find firewood and several branches that would serve as their roof. She returned to one of the neatest camps she had ever seen. Cercea was clearly trying hard to make up for her deed, even if Nahla found it laughable to try and make up for a rape with spending five minutes more on making a bed.

She shook her head and could not help smiling when Cercea turned away to prepare the firewood. They ate their food in silence. Not an unfriendly silence, but definitely not a comfortable silence either. After their meal, Nahla shifted to watch the forest around them, while Cercea kept still. While on guard, Nahla tried to retell the tale of everything she knew had happened while Cercea had been in stasis to herself.

The evening was quiet, and when Nahla eventually turned around to tell Cercea that it was time to sleep, she found the young woman to be sleeping already. Remembering the promise she made to herself that morning, she went through her pack and found several suitable lengths of rope. With her foot she gently prodded the sleeping girl until she woke from her light slumber. She held up some of the rope and looked Cercea in the eyes without blinking. Cercea nodded submissively, sighing inaudibly as she laid down on her stomach and gathered her wrists behind her back. Nahla kneeled next to Cercea, wrapped the rope around one wrist, then the other, then around both wrists, tying a knot before she lead the rope down to the girl’s hips where she repeated the same maneuver once more, only in a bigger scale. Being done with that, she lead the rope to Cercea’s ankles, and once again wrapped it around one, then the other, then both and tied a knot. Nahla finished off by tying the end of the rope several times around a big root hanging above them.

Cercea seemed to be relaxing now, as best she could while tied up, but Nahla was not done just yet. She tied a new rope around Cercea’s upper arms and tightened it as much as she could without causing the girl to whimper, then brought that rope down to the one tied around the girl’s ankles, entwining them. With the third and last bit of rope, she formed a loop that she got around Cercea’s waist, then tied the other end to the same large root that her ankles were tied to. Nahla wiped the sweat off her forehead and stood up, almost admiring her work. It would take more than a little time to get out of what she had tied Cercea into. The girl looked uncomfortable, and Nahla found herself once more having to fight off the irritating empathy that sought to take hold of her. That thing deserved this.

Nahla turned around and spent another few minutes making sure nothing was hiding somewhere near their camp, then laid herself to rest on a blanket, pulling another one up to her ears. She made sure her back was turned to Cercea, whom she heard shuffling uncomfortably in her bindings. Nahla wanted to smile, but found it much harder than she had expected. She suppressed a flash of irrational rage at this and instead forced herself to keep still and try to sleep. She watched the stars for the next three hours until exhaustion caught up with her.

Nahla had heard something. It was close to a time where she would have woken up anyway, but she had definitely heard something unusual, something that was very close to them. As stealthily as she could, her right hand dived along her front and drew the gladius from the sheath nestled, after a night’s sleep, inbetween her legs. Within a moment she was standing, weapon held in front of her, staring alert into the forest in front of her. Then the sound came again. Nahla relaxed, re-sheathed the gladius after having adjusted the sheath to her left, turning to face Cercea. The girl had, in her sleep, tried to curl up. This had resulted in some of the ropes around her tightening, which caused her to whimper quietly. She was wide awake, and from the look on her face, had not slept much at all during the night.

Nahla sighed and knelt near the younger elf. She began untying the ropes, slowly and meticulously. They would be used again the coming night, they needed to be ordered and ready for it. Cercea kept remarkably still during Nahla’s work, only getting up once her bodyguard had removed the ropes and left to pack them for the day. Over her shoulder, Nahla said “Go run around our camp five times, you need to get your circulation going again.”. Cercea nodded and took a step, which had her immediately collapse. She looked at her legs in disbelief. She could feel them just fine, but they apparently did not work. Once again she got up on her feet and tried to take a step. As soon as she put weight on her right foot she almost collapsed again. “I’m not carrying you Cercea. Get running.” snapped Nahla. Cercea nodded, their roles seemed completely turned upside down now. Nahla was commanding the one who had hired her, and Cercea found herself readily obeying. She was just happy that the mist she had been living in the last many weeks had lifted, though her happiness was darkened by her bodyguard’s abuse.

With some difficulty at first, Cercea completed five laps around their campsite. She was now much more able after her first night being tied up, and after their breakfast she even helped Nahla get her backpack on. The two of them followed the road south into Ashenvale, with Nahla occasionally remarking about this or that, features of the terrain, where they were and what could be lurking here. This part of Ashenvale was firmly in elven hands, but even so they could not afford to be careless. Nahla also mentioned the Zoram Strand, and upon digging in her memories, Cercea remembered that her father and mother had mentioned something about nagas, once night elves themselves, and other occult people lived there.

It was a slim hope, but also the first one she had actually been close to. “We will go there” the young woman said, some of the authority that her parents had invested in her surfacing once more. Nahla shrugged, and lead them off the road and back northwards. They met with the much smaller road leading off to the strand, following it through the forest. They stopped to eat, drink and rest a few times, but managed to reach the strand just as the sun was setting.

The two elven females set their packs down just inside the forest and wandered down towards the sea. It was a peaceful night, there seemed to be no trace of the naga that usually roamed this area, even the crabs seemed to have found another place to scuttle around on. The night was truly peaceful, and both of them stood for a few minutes, letting their minds wander. Nahla’s mind was dark at first, thinking of what had happened to her only days ago, and while the shadow that had settled in her mind never dissipated, her thoughts at least for a moment drifted back to her home in Teldrassil. Why did she even live there? There was nothing there for her. Feathermoon Stronghold would be more fitting.

Cercea’s mind functioned quite differently. She remembered what to her seemed to be only a few years ago when she and her beloved had wandered along this same beach. It had been a peaceful, beautiful night like this. Their hands never left the others, and when darkness settled they.. She snapped out of her line of thought, knowing what would happen if she let herself get aroused, but already then it was too late. The all too well known mist had descended, she was unable to even utter the faintest warning to her bodyguard. She could only pray that Nahla would still be alive when she regained control of herself. That thought was the last thing she remembered before falling into a deep, spiralling black void of nothing.

Nahla only peripherically noticed that Cercea’s scent changed. The smell became oddly sweet, very rich as if something very concentrated was close by. Had she looked back, she would have noticed that Cercea’s clothes were straining almost impossibly against her four huge cocks. “I’ll take a bath” mumbled Cercea to Nahla, beginning to undress. Nahla nodded absentmindedly, lost in thoughts of her future plans and life as a sentinel. She might even rise in ranks. She was young, and definitely had not been the worst of her group of trainees. Not at all. It was in the fraction of a second before Cercea’s frail body crashed into her with surprising force, that Nahla realised she had lost track of the girl. She did not know where Cercea was, she only had the differing scent and a mental position to go on. Both of them tumbled to the ground, Nahla with a surprised yelp. It was clear after one brief look that Cercea was not herself. Those four, huge cocks were all as hard as rock, and the unnatural strength had returned to the girl’s body. Nahla had her speed to rely on, and she almost managed to roll free and out of Cercea’s reach, but in the nick of time Cercea managed to latch on to her bodyguard’s leg with a sick grin on her face, pulling the much weaker Nahla in as one would reel in a fish. Cercea ripped off the elf’s boots and pants, which once again gave Nahla a window of opportunity.

She rolled to the side, got up on a knee and within three seconds was sprinting away from Cercea. The dickgirl snarled, made a cutting motion with her right arm and something, an invisible force, pushed Nahla roughly off her feet and to the side. Cercea ran up to where Nahla was getting on her feet. Her powers were coming out now, it was playtime. She grabbed Nahla’s shirt and simply held onto it, which resulted in the bodyguard ripping herself free from it, buttons snapping open. She was now completely naked, making the blood course through Cercea like a freight train. It could not be stopped now, she had to have the woman running two steps in front of her.

Cercea let out a playful laugh as the two of them neared the edge of the water. They were running along the beach now, the sand clearly exhausting Nahla, while Cercea did not even feel the slightest shortness of breath.

Minutes passed as the pair kept running, blood rushing in a frenzied pace through Nahla’s system. She was heaving for air, every cough and inhalation another battle now. She had started to lose her grace, running at this speed was simply too much for her at length. She stumbled once but got out of it still running. Nothing she did, sharp turns, heightening speed or even trying to put obstacles in Cercea’s way seemed to work. Finally, as the two of them reached a small peninsula in the beach, Cercea made her move. As Nahla stumbled yet again, the girl leapt forward and latched onto her bodyguard’s back, almost as if it was an innocent piggyback ride and not a wild flight. Despite Cercea being small for an elf, the extra weight landing on her was enough to send Nahla to the sand with a thump, air knocked out of her. Her mind went blank for a moment as she desperately gasped for breath while crawling forward, but the first round was lost to her now. Cercea quickly placed herself on the woman’s back, just above her waist.

With a lopsided smile, Cercea placed a hand against Nahla’s cheek and, with surprising strength, forced the elf’s head sideways down into the sand as she spoke, her tone the same as a mother would use to scold a child “Tsk.. I had hoped you learned your lesson in Darkshore, Nahla dear. You can’t try running away from your mistress, I’ll have to show you that..”. While Cercea spoke, Nahla had slowly been getting up with the girl still sitting on her. Cercea had removed her hand from Nahla’s face, but as Nahla started to put her knees under herself, she felt Cercea’s knuckles thunder against the back of her head with the same unnatural strength she had possessed last time, in Darkshore. The bodyguard’s mind went black for half a second, enough to make her collapse to the ground and immediately surface to a blossoming pain in her head, but not long enough for her not to feel the second fist crashing against her now exposed left cheekbone. Nahla tried to move her hands, but found her arms trapped under Cercea’s thighs, locked down along her sides.

The woman’s face warped into a grimace as Cercea gently caressed her hair, took a hold of it and wrapped it around her fist a few times. A yank and a feeling the same as ten thousand small needles being pushed into her scalp followed, as the seemingly mad dickgirl yanked Nahla’s head upwards, and then came three bone-shattering hits in quick succession. Nahla screamed as she felt a splinter of bone knocked off of her cheekbone, then her jawbone and then yelped as the third hit landed on the base of her ear. Cercea was snarling at this point, almost foaming as she leaned down over Nahla and forced the elf against the sand face first. In vain, Nahla struggled and tried to free herself as air quickly became a commodity that was short in supply, all the while feeling Cercea’s left fist rain down upon her with a force she had never experienced before. The pain from one impact never abating before the next hit, rather becoming a permanent throbbing in her cranium,

Finally, the girl pulled Nahla’s face free from the sand by her hair and whispered in her ear “See, running is the worst option available to you, dear.. Most would find it an honor to have my attention lavished upon them, but you… I will teach you to see how lucky you are.”. She landed one last hit against the side of Nahla’s face and then got up. Nahla was dizzy, she knew that it would only have taken at best four or five more hits to let her escape into unconsciousness, but clearly Cercea did not want that. To her surprise, the girl stood up and Nahla felt herself free. She laid on the sand for half a minute to be certain that this was not just another game, then slowly started lifting herself off the sand, putting one knee under herself. It was a slow, arduous process, one that seemed to the bodyguard to take far longer than the ten seconds that passed for Cercea, the blossoming pain in her head having reached maturity, now in full bloom. The young woman more felt than than heard or saw herself throw up from the pain, stumbling to her right a few feet. Nothing except her own swirling world existed for those few seconds, until she finally managed to stabilize herself on two arms and a knee.

All air was knocked from Nahla as Cercea’s knee made contact with the side of her chest with so crushing a force that ribs creaked from the impact and sent the woman tumbling two feet closer to the sea. She landed on her side and immediately, driven by instinct, curled up into a ball, gasping and holding her left side. Cercea stood above her within a second, her long, deep blue hair blowing in an unseen wind, her eyes having changed. They were no longer clear, shining pools of light, instead black maelstroms that still managed to convey a contempt so deep that Nahla was almost crushed and lost all sense of significance. Cercea bent down and took a hold of Nahla, holding the larger woman by her neck for a second before lifting her off the ground. The tips of Nahla’s toes were only now and then able to touch the sand below her, her hands weakly ripped at the iron claw locked around her neck. Cercea stared at her bodyguard, then changed her grip to hold around both Nahla’s neck and her lower jawbone.

“See, dear.. You face an interesting choice now. Will you submit, or will you submit after I’ve crushed your jaw? The choice is entirely yours, it’s only a delay of ten seconds to me.” said Cercea, her tone, while still carrying a clear undercurrent of hostility, rather conversational. Her black eyes almost seemed to sap and weaken Nahla’s will just by being looked into. Nahla closed her eyes and shook her head, something she stopped doing one second later when she felt an unbearable pressure against her jawbone. A scream bubbled from her throat, reacting on instinct again as she kicked viciously at Cercea, making contact but having no apparent effect no matter how many times or where she hit. “Well, dear? What will it be?” smiled Cercea casually. She ran a hand along the curve of one of Nahla’s breasts, all the while slowly increasing the pressure on the woman’s jaw.

Just as she felt her bones about to give in, Nahla screamed “I yield! I-I yield!”. Cercea kept her bodyguard writhing in pain for another five seconds before she loosened her grip and let the, in her eyes, pathetic young woman fall to the ground. Nahla had once again curled up into a ball, her teeth gritted. Even if she could not hide her tears, she would not let this.. Creature have the satisfaction of hearing a sound of it from her. Cercea watched the at this point defenceless woman with a smile, going down on one knee next to Nahla. She took a hold of the bodyguard’s hair, wound it around her hand once again and, with a yank brought Nahla’s tearful face to look at her own. In an ironically soft touch, she ran her hand down the young woman’s left, bruised cheek, leaning forward to lick the salty tears away, her tongue trailing to Nahla’s left ear where the girl whispered “Turn to your stomach, Nahla. You’re lucky.. You picked the right choice, and for that I will reward you by not impregnating you, not today..”.

A sudden gust of wind hit the beach, carrying with it seawater and a cool breeze that, for Cercea, was welcome, while Nahla hardly noticed it. Blood was pumping through her system, her head ached, her jaw ached, she was still gasping for air and her entire body felt weak. She felt her “mistress” release her hair, and had to hold herself back from spitting on the sand. She was in so deep an inner turmoil that she could not emotionally deal with it, all she felt was anger and helplessness.

Slowly, as if trying to prove that she was not entirely subdued, the aching, sweating soldier unfolded her body and rolled to her stomach. She did not know what was coming, but she braced herself for more pain, trying to take deep breaths before she let her forehead rest on the relatively cool sand. A few tufts of her dark green hair littered the sand, but nothing that was worrying. Nahla felt the cursed being above her take a gentle hold of first one wrist, then the other, placing both of her hands over her back, resting in an inverted v shape above the line of her spine. A deceptively soft and smooth caress ran from Nahla’s shoulder, down along the side of a breast, along her muscled side and onto her firm butt.

Cercea sat back on her heels, on knee planted on each side of her bodyguard’s legs, and admired the young woman’s body. Intensive training had transformed this normal girl into a beauty, the lines of her body defined but not excessively so. She was well-proportioned, small for a night elf, although not as small as the host body, but still almost deliciously small. It was so easy to inflict pain on this lovely creature, one who had willingly become a servant, no powers were even needed, just sex. Once again Cercea reached up, this time with both of her small hands and traced one finger along the same route down Nahla’s sides. Cercea smiled, looked to her waiting cocks, then to the woman’s waist. At a guess, the elf’s waist seemed about as wide as two of the large cocks laid next to each other. Perhaps a little too small, but she was well trained and had shown receptiveness to Cercea’s cum.

With a blink of light eyelids, the dickgirl resurfaced from her thoughts. She placed her hands on Nahla’s lower back and slowly, expectantly ran them down over the woman’s lower back, onto her firm behind. Unable to keep herself from smiling a gleeful, wild smile, Cercea adjusted the position of her slender legs and, with each of her thumbs, pulled the lovely elf’s cheeks apart. Nahla tensed. She knew what was coming from the moment her captor’s thumbs had dug into the muscled meat of her behind and pulled it apart. She had never, ever tried this before, and now this.. This thing would be the first to take her ass? She shook her head, her hands balling up into fists. There was nothing, absolutely nothing she could do. Even if she had had a window of opportunity, she would not have been able to run more than a few steps before collapsing, Cercea had made sure of that with the beating she had given Nahla’s head.

Nahla looked up, out over the calm sea and the setting sun. Had she realised she was doing exactly as her captor had hoped, she would probably have put up more of a fight, but as it was she simple kept still, hands gathered behind her back, back bent a little to enable her to look out over the sea. It struck her that, had the two of them been lovers, this would have been a beautiful scene, something she would have remembered for years. A calm, soothing breeze, a quiet beach and the two of them.. She inhaled deeply. Cercea had, finally it seemed, placed the tip of one hugely thick cock against Nahla’s sphincter. In quiet resignation and beginning resolve to make it through this as well, the young bodyguard stared out over the ocean, trying to ignore the four-cocked monster behind her playing with her cheeks, trying to squeeze the huge cock between Nahla’s buttocks, a task that was quite impossible due to the simple fact that the head of it was almost as big as one buttcheek.

It seemed almost as if those things had become larger, but Nahla quickly got other things on her mind as the girl’s small and strangely strong hands ran to her waist, where they latched on in a vice-like grip. Half a second later, Nahla felt as if someone was trying to force a chair up into her ass. Her rear was pushed inwards as Cercea gradually put more pressure on the huge cock. It was uncomfortable, but not painful as such. The pressure was mounting, and the young bodyguard was beginning to writhe uncomfortably, but there was no pain. Then, it seemed as if something within her let go, and the pressure against the outside of her small, tight ass abated, only to be replaced with pressure inside as her pelvis bones began to creak and move, her insides rearranging to make room for the huge cockhead that was lodged inside Nahla’s ass. In a delayed reaction, pain lashed through her body almost as if an earthquake had hit her and only her, the force seeming to dwindle only preciously little as the sickening pain continued lashing through her form, culminating in an insane scream of complete agony as her head exploded in a single thought. Must get away.

With the frenzy of someone fighting for their survival, Nahla clawed at the ground in front of her, screaming and sobbing, legs kicking and hitting Cercea’s back. None of it slowed the dickgirl down. She kept still, in her mind likening herself a little to the center of a tornado, almost meticulously watching that thick elven meat force into the struggling woman’s small ass. It was a delight, feeling how she would add almost a third to Nahla’s weight just by forcing this cock into the bodyguard’s ass. It was a delight watching how this well-trained body almost seemed to be eating up the wide, pulsing cock, so stretched was it. There were almost no buttcheeks left to be seen, Nahla’s hips and pelvis had moved outwards as five massive inches of cock had been forced in after the cockhead. Just for this occasion, Cercea had let this cock grow to twenty two inches and let it become about two inches thicker. It would kill Nahla, or it would have if not for the exceptional receptiveness this woman had shown for Cercea’s cum. The woman fed on it readily, and it helped her get over things that had easily killed previous victims.

Gradually the kicking against Cercea’s back died down. She kept a steady pace, forcing her wide, veined, much too large cock into Nahla’s stretching ass at about an inch every ten seconds. This meant that after about two full minutes, the entire, pulsing futacock was hilted in the bodyguard, who at this point had lost most of the sensation in her lower body. It was no problem for Cercea to hilt herself completely in her submissive victim, pelvis against butt, so much had the cock pushed Nahla’s pelvis and thighs out of shape. The sobbing, writhing form under Cercea that was now almost a third cock was still feebly trying to claw forward, mouth hanging open, spittle hanging from chin and strands of hair, her eyes at once wild and absent. Her insides had been pushed around, bones bent, so impossibly much pain had been inflicted on her in the last three minutes that she had lost touch with reality for the time being.

Cercea leaned forward, releasing her grip of the woman’s bulging waist, instead placing one hand flat on Nahla’s back and the other on the sand to the side. Keeping the body below her in place, she began slowly, deliberately pulling her huge dick backwards, out, until about half of it was outside Nahla’s abused body. In a long, fluid movement, the girl pushed eleven inches of thick elven girlcock into the bodyguard’s ass, spending just twenty seconds this time. She repeated the movement, setting up a slow pace. As the minutes passed, her speed had now approached the brutal speed of pounding those eleven inches of cock into Nahla’s ass in two, then finally.. One second.

The young woman was in shock. This was more than rape, she was completely gone. She felt every jolt of insane, all-consuming pain, but she could no longer react. She was drooling, gradually being pushed forward through the sand from the force of Cercea’s pounding, all the power she could muster was reaching a shaking, claw-like hand forward, digging fingers into the sand in a feeble attempt at dragging herself away from the torture and into sweet, oblivious nothingness. Nothing happened, except the rhythmic, crushing pace of Cercea’s cock thrusting in and out. Even as the girl grunted and the elven meat started quaking in orgasm, she never stopped thrusting in and out. Hot, sticky cum blasted into Nahla as that huge shaft just kept plowing in and out, in and out.. Until the orgasm abated.

Cercea was finally breathing heavily now, as the cum-smeared, pulsing cock slowly left Nahla’s insides. At last, only the first half of the head was left inside the bodyguard’s abused body. The dickgirl reached a hand forward and grabbed a handful of Nahla’s hair, pulling the woman’s head backwards while she leaned forward herself, whispering while panting. ”That.. Was… The beginning. Now.. We start… For real.”. She held Nahla by her hair for a while longer, pressing a demanding kiss to the bodyguard’s teary, drool-covered, bruised face before leaning up again. She kept a hold of the soft, sticky hair with one hand, the other hand pushing a second veined shaft down beside the first. The breeze had, without either of them noticing, picked up a slight bit, causing both dark green and dark blue strands of hair to whip about their heads, but neither seemed to care or even notice.

As hot, viscous cum started leaking past the first huge cock, Cercea edged a finger under Nahla’s ring muscle and, with a little help from the cum, managed to widen the opening just enough for the second rock hard shaft to make room for itself and glide in. If anyone had dared to cross the invisible, powerful wards that Cercea had planted in a wide radius around them, they would have seen one of the most grotesque sights in the history of the beach. Nahla was barely able to use her legs, yet was held up on her knees by a combination of the huge girlcocks in her ass and the firm grip of her dark green hair. Behind this abused, well-trained woman sat a smaller, younger night elf with four monstrous cocks jutting from her pelvis, two of them clearly in the process of impaling the woman halfway kneeling in front of her. Their hair blew around them, the rich, powerful scent of Cercea’s first explosion of cum was carried on the wind far into the woods, and the full curves of the rapist’s victim jiggled ever so slightly with every trembling movement.

Nahla’s pelvic bone was flattened, her sides bulging, her body stretched so far that her feminine form was only vaguely visible around her ass. With a firm grip of her bodyguard’s hair and one hand gripping the grotesquely bulging waist, the two veiny, thick, unrelenting cocks were forced inwards, into Nahla. The young woman’s vision began swimming, then failed completely for a few seconds, her hearing coming and going, breathing rasping. Her mind had shut down the pain, she could clearly feel the indescribable agony wracking her body, yet she could do nothing. She could not react. Her mind was trying to rationalize this, trying to cope. Cum leaked from her stretched ass as the two massive twenty two inch monsters were forced into Nahla’s body, the woman’s front beginning to bulge just above her belly as the two cocks began to near hilting.

In another, nearby world, Nahla was halfway kneeling, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a moan. Her arms were reaching back to her own ass, holding it open as Cercea’s twin cocks were driving into the young woman’s behind. One hand held Nahla’s hair in a loving but demanding grip, the grip of a mistress, while the other was playing with the woman’s clit. Slowly, as gently as such a huge girth would allow, this Cercea pressed the two cocks all the way into Nahla, the woman arching her back as much as the girlcocks would allow, as pleasure wracked her.

After another blink of her eyes, Nahla was back on the beach, cum dripping from her gaping ass, her face once again covered in drool and tears. Finally, her voice returned to her, her body convulsing, a rasping, desperate scream sounding over the abandoned beach as the two huge, thick cocks were thrust into her ass once again, the first of a series of hilting thrusts that left Nahla completely powerless and sobbing with a pain so intense that she could feel nothing else in the world. Her vision had reddened, scream upon helpless scream sounding as her front bulged and sucked in time and time again, the two massive cocks pumping in and out without pause. Then, for what seemed like a fraction of a second, Cercea hesitated. She was sweating, gasping for air, on the verge of her second orgasm, but she hesitated. She had stopped in the middle of a brutal thrust, now.. She began to pull back. Then the moment was over, and she brutally forced herself to the hilt into the small, abused body impaled on her cocks, gritting her teeth as she convulsed, the two cocks sending one, two, three huge bursts of sperm into Nahla.

Cercea’s voice suddenly rang out, filled with horror “No!”. The wards keeping everything sane away from the area fell, the terrible aura that surrounded Cercea disappeared with the next gust of wind. The grip on Nahla’s hair weakened, then released, the still madly pulsing, cum-spewing futacocks pulled from her body in less than two seconds. The presence behind her was gone, she felt it more than anything. Then, she heard a gasp, a body falling to the ground, another loud “No!”. What sounded like a fight had broken out behind her, she heard that clearly through the red mists of pain and what she feared was death that clouded her senses, but the sounds grew more distant while the bodyguard fought to muster the strength to turn and see what was happening. After almost a full minute, she rolled to her side with a heart-wrenching sob of pain, managing to see an almost as grotesque sight as the one that had been right there on the beach two minutes ago. Cercea was fighting herself, and seemed to be losing. She was punching, kicking, tumbling around, screaming and pulling her own hair, trying to choke herself and seemed completely mad. She fell to the ground and was still for a while, then got up and sprinted away, the sound of her sobs quickly vanishing.

Nahla was out of any semblance of will or strength, and collapsed back on her stomach, thick cum oozing her from her gaping ass. Permanent damage had been inflicted to her psyche on this beach, she was vaguely aware of that before she fell off the precarious edge of conscience she had been balancing on the last minute, into the embrace of darkness.

Friday, July 5, 2013

(Fan)fiction Friday 5: The Bodyguard, Ch. 4


Tags: [Story] [Stretching lore?] [Glimpses of four cocks] [Blood] [Violence]

Following yet another night with no memories and a clearly abused bodyguard, Cercea was beside herself with guilt and uncertainty. She had done something to Nahla, or, she corrected herself, it had done something to Nahla. She remembered nothing, the last she remembered was watching Nahla step into the river, then a blur of events throughout the night that could have made sense if Cercea had had the courage to probe her own memory deeper than she did right now.

She had been sitting with crossed legs, rocking back and forth, unable to find peace for almost an hour when she heard Nahla’s first grunt. Her bodyguard was clearly not in any shape to guard anyone right now. Cercea had not dared even go near the woman since she woke up with Nahla cradled in her arms, but she saw no other way now. She had to find out how badly hurt Nahla was. Her belly had been oddly bulging, not unlike the woman Cercea had found after the first time this had happened. She shrugged it off with a sudden wave of horror, and crawled over to Nahla’s groaning form. She was not entirely awake yet, but she definitely was not sleeping or passed out anymore either. In a few minutes, perhaps just moments, she would come to and Cercea would for the first time experience what it would be like to talk face to face with one of her.. Of its victims.

Slowly, the five seconds seemed like an eternity to Nahla, she managed to open her eyes. Her wrists were hurting, but it was nothing compared to her chest and neck. The pain from her ruptured lips was almost completely dulled from the cacophony of agonizing jolts spreading from her upper body, and then.. Her belly as well. She looked down and saw that the bulge had lessened some, but was still there. She shivered. Her body was processing, feeding on that things semen. She shivered involuntarily again, then looked up and saw the same face that had been staring down at her hours ago. She immediately locked up. Something that was once a thought, then became reflex and then finally instinct made her body try to get into a position ready for a fight, but instead she wiggled around pitifully on her bed, yelping as the thing rope used to tie her wrists ground against the sore skin where it had been tied for so long. She calmed herself, a process that took almost a full two minutes, and took another look at the one she was supposed to protect. It was now the same strange girl that she had left Teldrassil with, the aura Nahla had felt last night was gone, though the body, face, scent, eyes.. Everything else, was the same as last night.

A corner of her mind that was only starting to return now noticed how the girl was, below all the guilt on her face, blushing. Nahla suddenly became very aware of how naked she was like this. She tried to hiss a command to untie her at Cercea, but instead came only a gasping sound. This girl’s girth had clearly taken a toll on her, including her vocal chord. Nahla unceremoniously rolled to her stomach and tried to reach her wrists towards Cercea. “I-I don’t know.. What has happened tonight, Nahla, but it wasn’t.. Me..” said the younger woman in a trembling voice, as she moved over and tried to untie the very tight knot holding her bodyguard’s wrists in place.

Out of the corner of her eye, Nahla saw her equipment lying in a small pile. She closed her eyes and forced herself to take a deep breath. It hurt, her stomach hurt because the inhaled air pushed it outwards, putting more pressure on the bulge. She kept still, forehead resting on the forest ground as she felt Cercea fumble with the rope around her wrists. Several minutes passed until she felt them loosen. Cercea removed the rope and moved a little back from the rather limp Nahla. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Cercea kneeling a few feet from Nahla’s laying form.

Then, in a flash so fast that Nahla surprised not only Cercea but also herself, she reached out, grabbed a hold of her gladius, got on one knee and leaped for Cercea. The young woman let out a shriek and tumbled backwards, her flight roughly interrupted by the trunk of one of the trees surrounding their small campsite. She had only half a second before the pointed blade of her bodyguard’s sword hit and penetrated the skin of her stomach. Cercea let out another shriek, feeling her lower body become numb and useless as the short blade ripped her spinal chord and nailed her to the tree. Nahla was gasping for her breath, deathly tired from this one burst of energy, not seeming to notice Cercea’s panicked screams of pain as blood seemed from her back and stomach around the blade.

Nahla was perfectly aware that her sword was a stabbing weapon, its edges were dull at best, but this situation was rather extraordinary. With a grunt of pain, she got onto her knees and grabbed the handle of the weapon with both weak hands. Her wildly ruffled hair obscured most of her face, but the look that met the whimpering Cercea was enough to make her instinctively try and press her body into the trunk of the tree behind her. With gritted teeth and a feral growl, Nahla started ripping her sword upwards. Cercea’s screams at first got worse, but quickly quietened until there was only a superficial breathing function left in her body, one that soon silenced as well. There was a foot long open line in her front, going from her stomach and up the center of her boy. Nahla sat over the dead body for several minutes, trying to gather strength enough just to ease herself onto the ground. She pulled the sword from Cercea’s dead, bloody body as she half fell onto the ground, closing her eyes and spinning off into unconsciousness for a good five minutes.

As Nahla came to again, she opened her eyes and was met with an alarming sight. Cercea had crawled on all four a few feet to the right, right now she was holding herself up on an arm and two legs, on clasped over her dripping stomach. Cercea was sobbing in pain, but clearly not at all dead. Nahla saw with her own eyes how the horrific wound closed itself and the skin repaired as if nothing had happened. If not for the small pool at the trunk and the dried blood on Cercea’s body, no one would have realised that this girl had been dead five minutes ago. With a sense of hopelessness, the spun back into unconsciousness. This time, she was out for hours. She woke up when night was nearing. She was wrapped in a blanket and was lying close to a primitive and flickering bonfire. A half-full mug of water stood next to her. As hard as it was to believe, Cercea had taken care of her would-be murderer.

She let out a grunt. Her stomach had at this point finished processing almost all the liters of cum shot into it, her chest was hurting marginally less, her wrists seemed to be fine and her lips had, at least to a point, repaired themselves. Cercea sat at the other side of the small fire, the bloody gladius lying in front of her. She had her arms crossed over her drawn-up legs, rocking back and forth as she started up at the stars. Nahla tried to reach for the mug of water, but all she managed to do was overturn the mug with her shaking hand. Cercea heard the rustling, a flash of fear easily seen in her eyes as she looked at Nahla. “I-I’ll get you some more, don’t move.” the girl said, carefully walking over and taking the mug, as if Nahla actually posed any threat right now. For some minutes Nahla was left alone in their small camp, then Cercea returned with fresh water, kneeled as far away from Nahla as possible and held the mug to her dry lips. Nahla spent two minutes taking small gulps from the mug, then laid back down and dosed off again.

When she woke up, Cercea was back at her previous position on the other side of the fire. The stars were twinkling in the sky, and while her ribs, neck and lips hurt, she felt a little better. At first, Nahla considered asking Cercea just what was going on with the girls body and just what the purpose of raping her close to death only to nurture her back to health again was, but she decided there was something else she needed to use her previously few available words on right now. “Y-you said it… Wasn’t... You. What.. Who was… It then?” stuttered Nahla, her voice dry and cracking. She needed water. Cercea got up and, once again, stayed as far away from Nahla as she could while she held the filled mug to the bodyguard’s lips. Nahla spent a minute gulping the water down. Her neck hurt so much it brought tears to her eyes for every bit of water she swallowed, but she had to. Cercea put the mug down again and sat back down on the other side of the fire, staring off towards where the river was.

“I don’t know.” came the first short, almost curt words. For almost five minutes, Cercea kept still, staring into the fire, then she spoke again, softer this time. “It started when I.. Reappeared. I was in stasis, apparently magic here is tied to the nether. All I can think of is that something happened to me while I was in stasis. To my own senses, the man who loved me all those years ago cast a spell, and the next moment, I was lying in a bed in the home of my parents. At first, I didn’t believe them when they told me that ten thousand years had passed and that we were no longer immortal, but after being awake for some time, I not only found that they were right, I also found that I started to lose periods of time..”. For a while, Cercea kept still. She checked to see if Nahla had fallen asleep, but the bodyguard was clearly awake, though not in a condition to do anything other than listen.

“The first time.. It was terrible. I went to bed, when I woke up I was in the wilds of Teldrassil. A woman I don’t know was lying in my arms, dead. Her entire body showed signs of abuse, she had bruises and even open wounds in places. I didn’t know what to do, I was so frightened. I fled, washed myself and came back to the house in a daze. Since then I only remember very little. A few similar episodes, but most of my time since then has been spent living in moments. It wasn’t me, but it wasn’t.. The me that killed that woman either..”. Cercea did not seem willing to stop now that she had gotten this far in her tale. “It was in one of those clear moments that I told my parents that I wanted to travel, and that I needed their help to organise it. The goal wasn’t to see the world, it was to find a cure for.. Whatever it is that’s wrong with me. I’ve tried killing myself, Nahla.. But as you found out, it’s of no use..”.

“This is the longest period of time I can remember being myself in since just after I got out of my stasis. I’m sorry for.. Whatever I have done to you, that’s why I’m trying to get you back to health. You should leave me alone as soon as you can, oath or not. You’re bound to get killed if you stay, Nahla”. Cercea’s voice became quieter and more fragile as she spoke the last sentence, looking at Nahla with a begging expression. The elf was not able to determine if Cercea was begging her to stay or leave. She was not sure which she should do herself. She could not show herself in night elven lands without Cercea, that would be breaking the oath. She would become an outcast, something she considered the same as death. On the other hand, she could not stay with Cercea, or she risked being abused like that again if this thing the girl claimed to be the host of came back in full force.

“I need.. Water” croaked Nahla. What she really needed was time to think, but she didn’t finish many thoughts until she drifted into sleep again. Nahla woke up with a dry cough. She tried to determine what time it was. It seemed to be evening. Almost two days since she had been raped by her protégé. Her wrists and belly were fine, her lips had recovered for the most part, but her chest was still pounding. Not as badly as the day before, but she was definitely not in a shape to do anything. Cercea was nowhere to be found, so Nahla leaned up on her side and, with a shaking hand managed to gulp down the mug of water left at her bed. Her neck hurt slightly less too now. She was both surprised and disgusted that she felt no hunger at all. There was no doubt she had had what would have compared to three days of food in what she had to swallow, but it was not actual food. She should be hungry, but she felt.. Nothing. With an unsatisfied sigh, she let her body fall back again.

Nahla spent the rest of the night drifting in and out of sleep. At some point, Cercea had been there to refill her mug, but Nahla never saw the girl. Her dreams began to return. With them came a nightmare, a strange one she had never had before. In it, she cracked an eye open and found the same Cercea that had raped her standing over her, seemingly untouched by a foot in the middle of the crackling fire, the four huge cocks as hard as ever. Cercea smiled an oddly calm, yet dangerous smile down at Nahla. When the bodyguard sat up, gasping and sweating, neither the scared nor the scary Cercea were anywhere to be found. She drank yet another mug of water, and spent the next two hours unable to fall asleep. The night was relatively quiet, and at last her recovering body no longer let her stay awake.

It was morning when she woke up. She took the time to let herself come to so she could feel just what the condition of her body was. Her wrists were fine, so were her lips and belly. Her chest almost felt normal again, and her neck only hurt when she swallowed. Cercea was also back in the camp, seeming at once uneasy and relieved to see Nahla better. “I was.. Gone, tonight, Nahla..” whispered Cercea, “But you look fine..”. The recovering elf nodded, coughing. “N-nothing happened to me, nothing at all.” said Nahla, her voice rasping. She drank another mug of water, and looked around the camp. Her bloody sword still lay near the pile of embers that had been their fire, the rest of her things laid in a pile close to her bed. She got up on shaky legs, shook her head when Cercea began to get up. “I’ll do this myself, demon girl” rasped Nahla. Cercea seemed surprised and hurt at the name, but Nahla had no bad feelings. Possessed or not, Cercea deserved it. She deserved many other things, but the numerous things that Nahla could think of had little point when the girl regenerated as she did.

Nahla spent the next five minutes laboriously getting into her clothes. The leathers, chain, plate and weapons she left in the pile. Still shaky, she walked over to where her gladius lay and picked it up. Cercea shrank away from Nahla, who let out a dry laugh. “Don’t worry, even if I wanted to hurt you, what’s the point? You won’t die.”.

Nahla left the scared girl at their camp, walking down to the river. She kneeled with a grunt to wash her blade before the blood had time to really speed up the rust. As she was about to get up, she saw the spot on the ground where Cercea had raped her. There was still an irregular pool of dried semen, but otherwise no trace of what had disabled her so completely for two full days. Lost in thoughts, Nahla spent almost ten minutes staring at the spot of earth, then slowly walked back to the camp. She had made a decision. “Cercea, we’ll continue tomorrow. I don’t see how going to ratchet will help you be rid of this thing, so you had best explain that to me before we leave. And from now on, I’m tying you up before we go to sleep.”. There was a certainty in Nahla’s voice that clearly stated to Cercea that she would, indeed, be sleeping tied up from now on, no matter which arguments she presented. She nodded, with a quiet and relieved sigh.

“The first stop on our journey is Ratchet, because I hoped to get into contact with Warlocks or Mages of the Horde there. My parents told me that the people of the Horde are adept with this kind of thing. I would like to see these new people as well. These.. Orcs? Our own people know too little of something like this to help, and I don’t want them to know what I am even if they could help. I should be able to negotiate a deal with a Demonologist or Magus there. If not, I plan to leave for Dalaran. My parents told me of the place, a city of magic in a far off human land called Lordaeron.” said Cercea, sounding more assertive than Nahla had heard her since they had first met. The bodyguard shook her head. “Cercea, Dalaran is no longer in Lordaeron. Lordaeron no longer exists. A plague turned the human inhabitants into undead, under the control of a being called the Lich King. During the formation of his undead Horde, a lord of the Burning Legion, Archimonde, was summoned to our world. He laid Dalaran in ruins. For years the city was under a protective shield that no one could penetrate, until recently, it uprooted itself and set the course for Northrend, the home of the Lich King and Azeroth’s new enemy, Malygos.”.

Cercea seemed shocked, then nodded and said uncertainly “Well, let’s just get to this Ratchet place for now.. You can tell me more of what has happened while we’re underway, can’t you, Nahla?”. Nahla was amazed at how completely incohesive this girl was. One moment she was only halfway present in the real world, the next she seemed demonic, then assertive, now as if she was a little girl. Maybe it was this supposed possession, or maybe it was being held in a magic stasis for ten thousand years, but she was definitely not right. It seemed very clear that she needed protection, but at the same time, she was far too dangerous for anyone to protect.

Nahla sat down, holding her head in her hands. She had a headache, she needed sleep, and she needed to think. She looked at Cercea, nodded, then laid down and pulled a blanket over her still clothed form and turned her back on the girl. “Night” she said. Cercea inhaled and was about to ask if she was not supposed to be tied up, then mentally scolded herself and simply laid down. Surely she would face enough nights in the coming time tied up.