WARNING: There is a violent rape scene in this chapter. Please do not read if this content is even possibly offensive to you. I am warning my readers out of love!
Thanks to all my reviewers and the favorited updates! I love seeing those in my inbox :) Heres a long chapter to sorta offset my horrid updating as of late. Real life has stepped in sadly! Anyway, on with the story!
I own Zydien, Scai, Renglo, Mortengel, and Demonstalkr..Blizz owns everything else.
Zydien had watched Scai's undead stallion trot from her home with stinging eyes. This rogue, Emelaine, had accomplished what she had strove for. The deathknight had left her to seek out this being. And who was she?
"Scai's lying, ya damn idiot." A shrill whisper laughed, its voice flowing around her like music.
"What proof do you have? Emelaine only wishes to destroy me to have Scai back in her arms." Zydien hissed, her fists bore in anger but winced at her bandaged arms protest.
"It is as if a fairy tale had dropped into your lap, isn't it? How sweet, how….poorly written."
"I don't know what you're saying." Zydien whispered, her mind reeling as her palm reached for her forehead, "...No…No, you're wrong, just as before, you are only pitting me against Scai, you fiend!"
"Oh, but you are wondering, what if it is more than a little fairy tale, is she only leaving to see another who she has entranced? Look at how she has convinced you with her haughty words and quick fingers!"
"No!" Zydien covered her ears in a sharp cry, buckling to her knees, "You're wrong!"
"Am I?" the shadow giggled.
Suddenly an image appeared before the priest's eyes. Her sight of the forest, city, and river faded into darkness. But soon, something began to appear. It was her lover, Scai, and her lips were shaping the silent cries and moans that erupted from her. Her nipples were already tightened to pebbles beneath some unknown hand as Scai licked her own lips. The image widened and an elf's ears and teal hair could be seen tending the deathknights nether regions. Zydien gasped, but the image did not simply fall away. Sounds of the forest faded as well, replaced by the draenei's heady moans and the sound of her wetness against the elf's moving lips. The image became more defined, Scai sat atop a night stand by a four poster bed, her toned thighs spread wide to allow the entrance of the tongue against her. The elf continued suckling and lapping away at the woman, and her hands reached down from Scai's chest to the draenei's womanhood. Her finger tips held Scai's nether lips to open the woman even farther as she plunged her tongue inside. Scai cried out, writhing below the anonymous being, her hands thrusting themselves into the long flowing locks of the elf. Zydien gasped, and she felt her lips burn as she bit them.
"Stop it," Zydien whispered, begging the shadow to end this, but her heart leaped in fear that if she spoke the two in her vision would cease their carnal display.
The shadow had no reply, and Zydien began to hate the rising heat in her body. Hated it as she moved her thighs to caress her aching nether. The two continued, Scai's bent legs shone her moving tendons and tight muscles as she held them up. The elf looked up at the deathknight, but Zydien could still not see her face. A low whisper was heard, but Zydien could not make out the words, and Scai only nodded. The elf pulled away and Scai stood, not long before she lay down upon the bed, and relaxed against the overstuffed pillows. When the elf stood Zydien realized she was naked, her arse a perfect plump curvature, but she was willowy, much thinner and lanky compared to the human. The elf had pulled an object from the drawer of the nightstand she had ravaged Scai upon. As she turned, the priestess realized the elf's breasts were small, barely a handful. The object in her hand became clear, it seemed to be a form of …manhood?
Zydien gasped, and cried again to the shadow to stop. Such things as the object in the elf's hands was the most extreme form of taboo. But still the shadow did nothing, and the elf sauntered over to the draenei, who had been fingering her opening to prepare for what the elf had planned. The light haired being lay down next to Scai and began nipping and suckling her breasts. Zydien breathed out in pleasure at the scene, but quickly scolded herself. She attempted to close her eyes to end it, but the image stayed. The elf brought the long object to her mouth and licked it, as did Scai. Zydien's lips chanted "no" repeatedly, her voice drowned out by Scai's cry as the manhood entered her. The elf grasped it on the end and began pumping it in and out of the deathknight. Scai's back arched, and her lips parted in a cry of ecstasy.
"Emelaine!" she yelled and she kissed the elf, so much like she had kissed Zydien in the pond's waters but with so much more passion.
A pin of jealous pierced her stomach; Scai had not moaned her name. Nor had she kissed her with such ferocity. The human's anger begun to build as Emelaine continued to pump the manhood vigorously into Scai, and the draenei grunted and groaned at each movement.
"Stop. Now." Zydien commanded with the ever growing hate for her darker form causing a sharp twinge in her voice.
However, as the image did slowly fade away Scai had screamed the elf's name in ecstasy as her orgasm struck her. Zydien grit her teeth as her vision returned, the sound of birds flocking and chirping returning to her ears. The feel of the cool breeze on her arms caused her to truly awaken form this stupor. Her surroundings were vivid, and she felt something. She looked about, and saw with a gasp that her skirt was pulled up; her hand had been caressing her womanhood.
"Fiend!" she yelled as she jerked it back down with her shame upon her red cheeks.
"Now you see, Scai does not want someone as weak as you, she wishes for someone to please her, not someone she must watch every moment as if you could break!" The shadow laughed, "Though…if you were to show your strength..Your willingness to perform the..taboo."
"…I'll kill her." Zydien hoarsely whispered, her left eye strangely began to change…its green depths became a swirling whirlpool of shadow and darkness, "That filthy elf…she is trying to take her from me..Scai is MINE."
And the human stood, without warning anyone to her departure, she strode purposefully to her mare that stood outside her home. The horse neighed and back stepped, her unease at her master was obvious.
"I have no time for this," Zydien snapped, and the horse tossed its head, neighing wildly as its stress rose.
The human grabbed the reins violently and she mounted the horse with much protest from the beast. The mare reared up but Zydien tossed the leather reins against the horse's neck, causing it to spring to a gallop. Soon she was upon the boat to Stormwind, only a few hours behind Scai.
Stormwind's harbor was quiet saved for a few late travelers and the water splashing up against the docks. Her eyes shifted more so than ever as they were cast in shadow by the hooded cloak she acquired before her departure. Tonight was a time of searching, and when she found Emelaine, there would be hell to pay. The horse walked forward, but nothing was to be found, the streets were empty. At this time of night, very few characters of noble extent would be walking these streets…at least, if they were smart.
Zydien's horse slowly paced the streets, seeking any possible method of obtaining the information she needed. Her hand rested at her side but it then entered the saddle bag. An orange glowing substance was flowing through a small flask in her palm. Zydien halted her horse and popped the cork before downing the contents of the bottle between her lips. A moment passed and the alchemist's potion she had stored away for these moments began to take effect. The once empty streets now were filled with shadowed figures. Those who must sneak about in the darkness to do their illegal businesses without an issue to be had with the Stormwind Guards. They flocked to and fro, some were in groups whispering, but most paced toward the Dwarven district. Without a sound, Zydien followed them, her hood still pulled around her pale face. Though they turned, staring at her, wondering who she could be, and she realized how much her horse was drawing undesired attention.
She dismounted and the horse jerked away from her palm before she could pat her snout. Zydien crinkled her nose in anger but walked on, attempting to blend into the shifty crowd. Her heart thudded when she noticed they were all entering a house on the outskirts of the district.
'Surely all those thieves could not pile up into such a small house…' Zydien thought franticly, her utmost wish to not be trapped with the villains around her.
Her small feet continued to walk with the group, shifting and moving as they pushed past her. She paced past the door, and peered inside before she would enter an unknown place. And surely so, there was an entrance to another part of the city through this house! Zydien's eyes widened, and her breathing increased. Emelaine was a rogue, and from the sounds of her she would live in such a place, where they all gathered like rats. Zydien grit her teeth in anger at the thought of her newfound enemy and paced through the doorway. The room opened up into a dimly lit alleyway with the many rogues she had followed left the shadows and began their business with other cloaked figures standing at the outskirts of the alley. There was but one small street, and Zydien tried to stifle the gasp when she noticed two dead bodies lying near a sewer cap. Her hand clasped her mouth as she stumbled back, and she landed on a stiff chest behind her. Her hood had fallen, leaving her auburn hair in view in the moonlight.
"Well, aren't you a pretty little lass." A deep voice spoke in her ear as he grabbed her wrist, and she tossed her head to see the face of this man.
"Please, let me go, sir," she whispered, and held back a groan when she realized who the man was.
"Zealous Zydien? Why have ya come to a place like this, doll?" The smell of ale was on Jaxon's breath, and by the looks of it he had vile doings on his mind.
"I could ask the same of you, being here with these shifty fellows," the girl whispered in return, attempting to pull her hand from his grasp.
"Doin' my job 'ere, girl," he smiled, his teeth yellowed from tobacco, "my boss likes to have a good ol' guard around to help keep things…safe for him and his whores."
"Your boss?" Zydien hissed, "Your allegiance lies with our king!"
"Does it now?" he grinned, and pulled her close, "Best fer ya if you don't be tellin' me where I be havin' my alliances, girl"
"Best for me?" Zydien glared, jerking away from him, "Let me go. Now."
"So feisty," he mumbled, and took her other hand swiftly, "I need to tame ya, don't I? Boss wouldn't mind havin' a new one, with that hair o' yers, it'd be great fer customers."
"What?" her eyes grew wide, all of his implications sinking in, and she franticly pulled from him, yelling for help, but upon deaf ears.
"Co' mere," his voice was gruff as he pulled her down the alleyway toward a tall building at the end of the path, "Yer a pretty one, ya know that?"
Zydien's skin crawled as she tried her best to pull against his grasp, but her sprained arm prevented her from escaping him. She began to panic, and her hearth skipped a beat when she realized the building was an inn, with many women of different races standing outside, offering up their assets. Their breasts were barely covered by a tight fitting bodice and they wore very little else. Her eyes caught sight of a human man thrusting against an elf beside the inn, hardly covered by the shadows. The elf moaned loudly and a few men came to watch the spectacle, and she began speaking in common about prices. Inside sat many beautiful women, but their faces were weary as they caught a glance of her. Each of them had a man they were romancing, and some had more than one. They did nothing as he jerked her towards the stairs, a cry escaping her lips. A brunette sipped a mug of ale with a sidelong glance at the girl, but she continued her attentions upon a dirty blonde man who had a hand up her short skirt.
"Another, ey?" an elf asked from the bar, a bright smile on his face, "She's a mighty pretty one, I have to say, it has been a while since I have bed a woman with such beautiful red hair."
"That's what ya pay me fer, sir," he answered offhandedly as Zydien stared in horror at the elf as he simply watched her body as it was dragged up the stairs.
"You're hurting me," Zydien cried, her eyes beginning to burn, "please, Jaxon, stop!"
"Wait until yer inside my room, girl," Jaxon laughed roughly as he pulled a key from the pocket of his breeches, "I'll make ya hurt real good for all that backtalk you gave me at tha' bar and fer the trouble tha' deathknight wench gave me."
He tossed Zydien inside the room, she cried out as her wrist ached upon impact to the floor. A rusty click was heard as he locked the door from the inside. Zydien's eyes searched franticly, her hands flailing about on the floor, but the room was so dark she found nothing to strike the man with. Suddenly a rough hand came to her side and tossed her over onto her back.
"Please!" She screamed, "Stop now!"
"Shut it," he growled, and backhanded her across her cheek.
She cried out and her tears flowed as she held her bruised face. He stood and paced to the side of the room, and she quickly got up to pull at the door. But she realized in a panic that the key was obviously back inside his breeches. Light filled the room as he lit a large candle on the hearth of a small fireplace. Her eyes darted around the small room, animal heads hung on the walls, and their taxidermy faces looked grim and somewhat evil in the light.
"Moan fer me, would ya?" he laughed while he undid the clasp on his belt.
Zydien jerked on the door handle again and again, but it did not budge. The man walked towards her with purpose, and she turned her face to stare into his eyes. Lust swirled in their depths and his coarse lips suddenly took hers. She jerked away and cried out, screaming to anyone for help. But no one would come. No one cared about her screams. His hand fiercely tugged her hair, her head tilted painfully back as he lapped and bit at her neck.
"I will inform your commander, Jaxon," Zydien threatened as she tried to wriggle free, but the man was far too strong, "You will be punished!"
"You won't live ta speak a word if ya have such thoughts, wench," he growled and tossed her to the ground.
His belt was undone, and he sloppily pulled the clasp from his breeches. The girl looked up in terror, there was no hope now. Threats had given her nothing. The cloth fell around his knees and he began stroking his hardened manhood. From the light she could barely see that it was pulsing, and much larger than what she had ever been with. The human screamed, never had she been in this situation, her mind raced, but each thought escaped her mind. She tried to grasp on a single plan but nothing would come to her. She was too terrified to even mutter a word as he thrust his hand out at her and she pushed her body away as he ripped her sleeve from her shoulder.
"Co'mere, damn it," he growled and pounced on her, his right hand held her neck to the ground while his left forced open her thighs.
"Please..please," she begged, tears flooding her vision, she felt more helpless than the day that demon attacked her.
"Don't play that card wit me, Zydien," Jaxon grunted as his pulsing manhood thrust against her abdomen, "I know yer were wantin' me ever since tha' night at tha' pub."
"I never did," Zydien cried attempting to push him from her body, "I never will!"
"Ya got a big mouth," he growled, "I'll shut ya up."
His tongue thrust between her lips, and Zydien tasted cheap ale and old tobacco. She fought against him, but his hand reached down and jerked up her gown.
"No!" Zydien cried, pushing her skirts down, "NO!"
Clothes ruffled as he jerked up the layers of her clothing and she felt his hot manhood lay upon her nether lips. She shrieked and called again for anyone to help her, but still none came. It was hopeless.
"Yer wet, why ya callin out as if ya don't want it, ya whore?" Jaxon yelled, pushing his manhood up and down between the lips, "Am I not good enough fer ya?"
Zydien screamed again, panic making her vision red. She swatted at him, clawing his face. This only angered him more before he thrust inside, without pause, he pumped violently, Zydien's lower back crashed repeatedly against the wood floor below them. He held her wrists to the ground as he rode her, and she tried to move but each of her movements only made him moan in pleasure. Her anger grew, the shadow in her eyes swirled and quickly her form became black.
"NOO!" Zydien shrieked and her mouth came forward, teeth bared, and she chewed upon Jaxon's neck.
Her head jerked back and a hunk of flesh escaped her lips and landed with a sickening splatter upon the floor. The man cried out in surprise, cupping his bleeding wound, before he looked to the girl in a furious rage. He punched her then, across the face, but Zydien only turned her bruised face back to Jaxon. Her mouth rushed forward again against her bonded wrists, clasping upon his nose, with a swift tug it was gone as well. The man screamed as he pulled away from the girl and fell upon his back. He continued to yell as Zydien stood and spit his torn flesh upon his chest. He gagged on the blood running down his throat, not noticing Zydien's foot raised above his head.
"I hope your skull is as fragile as that of a rat's," Zydien hissed in a shrill voice, her foot came down then, a crack was heard but the man still screamed.
The girl's teeth clenched and she bared down again..and again..and again. The man's blood splattered upon her robes as she screamed in anger, her eyes a swirling blackness. His muffled screams became low moans and then silence under her thundering foot. Her knee began to ache and she paused, her breathing heavy. His face was caved in, his cheek bones broken in a sickening way that they seemed to pierce his brain. Blood was caked in the clumps of hairy flesh upon his scalp. His lower jaw hung awkwardly because his upper jaw was now part of the back of his skull. Zydien smiled then, a wicked grin, satisfied that he was finished. Her eyes caught sight of a dagger attached to his belt. The metal clanged as she unsheathed it from its prison, and licked its blade. She looked upon her reflection in the shining metal; the blood upon her face was half dry.
"Pity.." Zydien sighed as she thrust the dagger into Jaxon's chest and sawed it downward, "I do hate to destroy such a … noble life."
The sounds of ripping flesh and metal hitting bone was heard inside the dimly lit room. Zydien giggled fiendishly as her hands entered the incision she had made. His entrails were still warm, and she smiled at that. Her palms came across a long fleshy tube, and she pulled upon it, tearing sounds erupted from the torso. She gasped in pleasure as the organ spilled out onto the floor. His blood pooled around her sitting form, and she picked up the dagger. Again she sawed, down further through the thick muscle in his abdomen and she raised it up sharply to plunge into the base of his manhood. The flesh was empty of blood in only a moment, and she laughed whimsically. She continued her work as her shrill voice began to hum a familiar tune….
Jaxon had it comin to him, the bastard, anyhoo, review! :D