The Legend of an Age (closed for fuckmeat)

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A blessing or a curse. That was his choice, but it had been for him before he could see, before he could hear, before he could think, before he was born. When fate had seemingly blessed his mother and father with the second of two immortal sons, bred between the purest lines and with the purest love, and the purest lust, it had failed to take into account that once he was born the choice would no longer be his to be either a blessing or a curse to his black and mighty people. They would demand him to be a blessing, for how could one that is so blessed be anything but a blessing? A Vampire born to further the pure lines that ascended into the ages of Darkness where no story nor any memory could be gleamed save for perhaps from some long forgotten and Elder whom had long forgot?

It wasn't always this way that he had thought. Just a year earlier he had passed from the age of child to that of adult. He had grown up then too and ceased to become the violently pure and terrifyingly strong seedling he'd once been. However those memories had not entirely disappeared. Living in the Caves of Time and more spacious Gardens of Eden behind the massive city of Ruimstad had been an entirely enjoyable time. There were no rules, and no real boundaries to his life then. Just himself, his sister, and all of the other few children of Darkness. It was a time to play and learn. How best to kill the wolves? How best to seduce the one you desire? In what way can you win the hearts and minds of others without destroying your identity? A society purely and purely instinctual led to the development of physical and mental skills that far surpassed those of their parents that he would meet later on during his growing years.

Juro Onnistus nervously twisted both hands in opposite directions upon the hilt of his sword.

He was not nervous. Nerves implied fear which implied weakness. He had none. Impatience, however, he had much of and while impatience was a weakness in the Courts of Ruimstad where he now stood it was not something that would be beaten out of him like being nervous. Being only a year and some months removed from his conversion from 'animal-child' to 'thinking-adult' he was allowed some room to grow as the traits of his youth wore and the unstoppable force of Time wore upon his body, mind, and soul. Indeed it was common for so recently turned Vampires to retain their many strongest emotions and habits far into their older years. Often it was made them more, or less successful then their elder Vampires. Where one Vampire might not have seized an initiative to punish the puny humans, his younger council might do just that and in return be rewarded by the Council for his actions. Killing humans, even for no reason, was always a deed that went rewarded rather then punished. They were plentiful, and bred too quickly for their Masters anyways.

Juro was impatient to begin.

The rumors had not stopped since after his elder sister had left her youth behind to this point a year and some months removed from Juro's own transformation from pure darkness to wispy smoke. Rumors of a light people. Another race, a new breed, stronger than the humans and cursed with the sun as their life force rather then the darkness. It was a strange curse that baffled many of the Vampires scholars, and as of yet the Elders had yet to be appraised of the situation.

He was being called to serve with the others in defense of the Council and their world. While no real threat had been perceived or made by these 'light folk' their weapons and abilities had been observed from a distance and from the shadow. The Council was concerned that if the light-folk made contact with the humans that a massive rebellion could be born of it. In order to prevent this from happening Juro and his comrades were to keep the light-folk contained, but they were to remain unseen until the Council could assemble it's power and meet the new breed face-to-face.

Once he was called in to the Council he breathed easier and his body relaxed as it was trained to among the politicians and powerful Lords, Ladies, and Elders that were present. The Elders watched from their massive couches of comfortable pillows as young priestesses serviced their every whim and desire in order to keep them from loosing interest and taking back to the skies. Which they could do in an instant from this, the main Court of the Council. It was shaped like an egg, save that the top was a jagged opening where some giant beast had cleaved a hole through the shell. It was there that dark clouds furled and lightning crashed, yet no rain fell. It was said that this was where the souls of the dead flew to once departing the body of their dark host; in order to keep the cursed sun from desecrating the many tombs which were embedded in the mountains of surround about Ruimstad. The wicked effect was frightening to anyone not of the Dark Children, for at times the ghostly wail of a pained spirit would howl at the Council below and beg release from it's torment among the skies as the sun beat upon it's head.

"Juro Onnistus of the Kurai. You have been named blessing to your people. You are chosen for some great reason to lead the Children of Darkness into the light of the Elves." Now Zumorito Hiroshi, the great orator and head of the Council turned in reverence to the Elders and bowed. "Masters of Time and Age. Thank you for your council, for indeed these light-people call themselves the Elves. They once ruled this world with their Light, but long ago it fell from their hands into those of men. The puny, the weak, and yet now they return to claim what we have rightfully taken! I have summoned the army, and our Master Elders have some pledged their joining in the slaughter once it has begun!"

At this a great cheer rang up.

"Now. Juro Onnistus your honor will be upon the front. Take with you the band of Kurai and stop these cursed, Light Elves, from moving an inch closer to our human subjects. No longer will you hide in darkness. Should they entreat you to speak with them, speak not! But listen carefully, and observe their numbers. You will be the first to make contact with them, and I am sure..."

The pause had the room leaning forward from their chairs. A deadly glint came over Zumorito's blood red eyes; a hint of the blood-lust that always lurked beneath the surface of the Children of Darkness.

"... The last to meet their eyes."

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The stench was horribly strange near the encampment of Elves. These Light-people were an abomination, and their smell was overpowering for Juro who had cut off his shirt and sliced it in lengths to wrap about his face. Leaving room for only his eyes and allowing his creamy white body to glow in the bright moonlight. His sword was balanced lightly across his should with each of his hands holding it there on either sides. The sharp blade bit, but did not open his strong skin and the leather upon his other creaked only when he squeezed. Both of his yellow eyes watched the Elves encampment from his place high up among the trees. None of his fellow Kurai were visible; only he alone would obey the Council's orders in this respect he had decided. Too many of his fierce warriors would doubtlessly enrage the Light-people to warfare and as of yet he had not completed his mission and counted their number. As his eyes twitched and blazed over the enlightened camp he counted, yes, and he learned.

But something was amiss. Something in the air. The smell of Light was horrible, but the smell of these... Elves, was not. It was, but it was not. At first he would have turned away, but the longer the vapors traveled to his keen nose; even through the shirt, the more he wanted to... Taste it. Taste them. Lying underneath their fair, deeply sunbathed skin there was something sweeter then anything he could possibly imagine. He knew it, and he was sure of it, so sure that he would try it.

There was no fear in him as he approached the first line of sentinels. Nothing to smell or even feel. Not a single emotion rippled from his soul. Darkness, emptiness, this was what he was trained to do as he slipped through the first line. Until the blood was unleashed there would be absolutely nothing to give way. The werewolves could feel just as well as they could smell and hear, and often it was just a feeling that would give away an attack and ruin the raid. So now as Juro traveled by nothing, he slipped between the second line of sentinels. Not wanting to give way his position before the time was ripe. Strangely, he could make out all of the conversation around him; some words differed, but the roots and origins between his language and that of these Elves were the same.

As he drew closer he realized that something was wrong. His head, hurt. His fingers, tingled. His body ached. Something was very wrong indeed. It was as if he was in the sun, but there was no sun!

Pain!

No!

The emotion slipped from him like water through fingers, and immediately the whole camp was alive with sweetly melodic horns. With firm resolve Juro closed his emotions and darted deeper into the darkness. Away from the camp. He would not be able to do this alone, or at least not within the camp of such a Light-infested camp. He would need to find them alone, or draw them from their comfortable couches, but that did not seem likely now that they were as active as bees and buzzing angrily for his intrusion. So instead he waited, once again perched up on the tree. His bluish white skin standing out against the deep green of the tree top as he watched... And waited...
 
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Reisha, of the Undomeil family
Class: Elemental.​

Her voice was beginning to tire by the time Reisha finally began to feel centred. In this new and strange land, everything pricked her senses, giving her a pervasive feeling of unease. It was a new experience for the she-elf, who had been raised within the hallowed walls of Taure Aina Yaana, the great council chamber and temple of the elves' former homeland, Osto Taure Finwa - The Forest City Of Wisdom. Now she joined with her people in mourning their loss. They had no temple now with vaulted ceilings and beautiful acoustics but the elves still honoured their traditions and sang to express their grief at losing their homeland and so much of the knowledge that had been stored within it. There was something fitting too, about singing to the open sky from beneath a canopy of trees. It was Reisha's turn to lead the singing and she did so with a heavy heart, wondering if her race would ever be rewarded for their generosity of spirit. Right now, texts of great wisdom that had taken revered scholars countless years to write were probably serving as kindling or latrine paper to the ignorant humans who had over-run their home.

For longer than mankind could ever comprehend, the elves had traded with them peacefully, healed their gravely sick and acted as a deterrent to other predators who would have whittled down their numbers. Orcs knew better than to mess with elves, who were unfazed by their numbers, though disquieted by their brutality of spirit. Orcs were simple creatures who could be frightened into fleeing by anything they did not understand. They travelled in packs across open ground and preyed on the weak, giving Osto Taure Finwa a wide birth and letting legends thrive about the power the elves may or may not possess. It was true that within the forest they had been protected for a very long time. The Ents were their natural allies, for the Elven city destroyed very few of their precious trees and dissuaded men from taking more than they truly needed from the edges of the dense woodland. Now the humans had grown bold however, the Ents were a virtually extinct race, burned mercilessly to death during the last stand that had been made before the elves fled.

Mankind had bred unchecked and flooded their own lands, until they could not accommodate or feed their people, and thus began to look abroad for more territory. Though Taure Finwa was a great forest that could provide much, it was not arable land that could be farmed or open land that could be easily inhabited. The elves had not thought that their home was desirable to the humans. They ate no flesh nor dairy and so kept no livestock. Theirs was a light subsistency on fruit, vegetables, nutmeats, honey and spring water, all provided by the great forest without the need for intensive farming. There were also the herbs required for healing and for burning on their sacred fires. Such a diet kept the body light, alert, vital and open to spiritual communion. The men though, saw ready built dwellings. They thought the elves were rich too, dripping in gold, silver and gems. In reality, each family handed on various symbolic trinkets and few elves cared to adorn themselves but for ceremonial occasions. They had little use for riches and because they cared for family pieces, few trinkets were wrought by their smiths, save for wedding gems.

So the men had attacked, going to war against a people for whom organised fighting was simply not within their nature. Elves did not strike mortal blows unless in mortal peril, or when facing a great evil. They were unprepared and swiftly defeated, their archers proving to be next to useless at close fighting and their other family factions fell just as swiftly. Had they not fled when they had, the immortal elves could be an extinct race by now, which was a rather sobering thought. Some had talked of revenge but their spirits had quieted in the months since they had arrived in this new land. The elves had settled in an uninhabited forest but there had been sightings of werewolves and they were unsure as yet whether a permanent home could be made here. Legend had it too that vampires roamed the eastern lands, though no sighting of them had been made by the night sentinels.

Reisha's allotted time for singing came to a close and she yielded to her replacement, a striking young man with white-blond hair and wide blue-grey eyes, Eolind, the elemental of water. Unlike most of the family branches, elementals were born, not made. Reisha had shocked her blonde, musician parents when she had been birthed bearing a thatch of fiery hair and there was definitely more fire in her nature than was found in most elves. Elves, like all creatures, were born with a balanced mix of the four elements within them. Elementals however, personified a specific element. Reisha could ignite things if she focused her power and when she was enraged things could unintentionally combust, so much fire did she have in her veins. She had had to work particularly hard to learn to keep her temper under control. Mayhan, the elemental of fire who had served the temple before her was venerable now. Her role was with the council who governed them all.

Since their numbers had been cut down so brutally, the family elders were already turning their attention to procreation. Reisha's lifelong betrothal to Eolind would soon become a marriage. As they were both temple servants, neither of them had been expected to wed or breed. Betrothal was a tradition however and at times of need, such as this one, the elders could command that such betrothals be honoured. Reisha was close to Eolind as a friend but had no particular attraction to him as a male. It would be an equable marriage but she did not know whether the depth of love she saw between most elven couples would develop. Elves were taught the principles of marriage and procreation but in a dry and academic way. Reisha had no notion whatsoever of the pleasure her flesh was capable of experiencing during the act of love. Arnael, the elemental for air, had perished in what was now referred to as 'Uuve Qualme' or 'The Great Massacre.' Reisha felt like her right arm had been severed, so great was the loss of his steady energy balancing her own, Eolind's and Helanwen's. The elemental for Earth was still gravely ill, having taken the wound fever during the journey from Osto Taure Finwa.

Reisha returned to her dwelling. While the elves had been forced to leave much of their civilization behind them, they had still managed to bring some basic comforts. Reisha had a small tent and had managed to salvage a chest full of her most precious things. She shed her flame red and bright gold ceremonial robes, donning instead the same undyed shift that most elves wore. Reisha was smaller built than most elves but her parents had told her that made her a more concentrated version of the element she embodied. When she was married, with her first pregnancy her body would ripen but not until then. Reisha's red hair hung to below her waist, framing bright green eyes and a complexion that would be alabaster pale were it not for the elven light radiating from beneath her skin. Her apple sized breasts sat high on her ribcage, tilted upwards with the vitality of her youth. Her frame and hips were slender and as a temple servant her physical form lacked the strength many elves possessed. Reisha spent far more of her time performing the sacred ceremonies and meditating on new learned wisdom than she did exercising. A beautifully worked dagger hung from a cord tied around her waist. It was more a ceremonial tool than anything else but in this strange new land, it felt good to have a defence of some kind. Living in a forest made telepyrotechnics a dangerous power to possess and when under stress or scared, Reisha's temper could make her will aim poorly and with more strength than was wise. Her iridescence was strong, for the ceremonies she performed filled her with the Light of Eldar and singing to the Gods was no different. The sign of fire blazed across her brow, seeming to flicker and dance in the glow of her inner flame.

Standing in the makeshift temple for so many long hours had made her cramped and restless. Reisha stepped out of her tent to walk around the forest and stretch her legs. There were sentinels every few feet so if there was anywhere she should not go she would be told. Dusk was falling now, making the iridescent glow of her alabaster pale skin more noticeable. She moved towards the brightness of the nearest sentinel, observing the safety precautions she had been counselled to take.
 
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Licking his lips nervously upon his perch in the tree Juro shivered amongst the wind. It was not the cold that drove his bodies reaction, but the painfully addictive scent that was floating across the tops of the trees from the Elven camps. He so badly wished to taste the scent that his body was reacting like one of the priestesses who needed her blood to be tasted and her temple to be flooded. It shivered without control, and certain muscles were beginning to spasm in desire to throw him forwards. Specially those in his feet and fingers that tingled with desire to clench the flesh and hold it close to his lips. What kept him rooted in his spot... He did not know, but it did until one last violent spasm lost his balance upon the thick branch which he had been perching. With ease he righted himself in the air and snatched a branch that angled his body deeper into the forest. He flew between trees and landed softly on the pine needle flooring. From the darkness ahead and to his left came the whispered voice of Hiro, his second-in-command.

"Juro Onnistus, what news from the wind?"

"Hiro Kol, our mission here is filled. Return to your post out along the border I set. Tell all to widen the belt. There is some strange scent in the air that is... Unhealthy, I think. Cover their faces as I have. Go, and send a messenger to the Council that the Elves are contained and content for now. They have seen me, and are afraid of the darkness. Also, they can feel like the Wolves, so tell all to guard their thoughts and emotions carefully. You understand?"

"Yes Juro Onnistus, I will personally take this message."

"Good, I will maintain my observation."

"What of the scent, Juro?"

"I only noticed its effects much closer to the camp, but I do not wish to endanger any of the lives of the Children of Darkness."

"Yes Juro, I will go."

With a nod Juro turned back and swiftly ran to the base of his tree, but instead of climbing it to the peak he turned to make sure that Hiro had gone. He had. So instead Juro darted out across the field flying swiftly, and entirely silently amongst the low brush and small hills that would hide him from even the keenest eyes in this black blanket of night. He approached the first line of guards and sniffed carefully. His nose tingled with the powerfully Sun-kissed odor, and shivered with the underlying sweetness that lay hidden. However, some were sweeter than others. This quickly gave way to the observation that the females were even sweeter then their male counterparts. Unfortunately most of the guards were male, and while Juro was tempted by their smell just as much as the females none, male or female, presented themselves as targets.

Just as he was about to leave another new scent filled one corner of his nose. Underneath the painful odor of Light and above the sweet aftertaste came a fiery burning smell. It was not the smell of burning or burnt, but of powerful taste and heat. Like a spice. A delicious spice. The blend was delectable that Juro swallowed as his mouth watered, it almost entirely erased the hateful Light from the equation, but not entirely. There was still a tang of it... Even so... Juro's yellow eyes moved like a cats; zeroing in on the origin point of the scent.

The lithe figure that he spotted wore only a simple shift that wafted through different colors in the moon's light. However, red frequently flowed down from the shoulder cascading onto the rest of the shift that ended well above her knees. Her. She-Elf was she. From her radiated the spicy taste that was quickly taking over most of Juro's mind. Only the parts that had been fully trained kept from it's control; his emotions lay hidden, and his body too, but the rest of him strained and flexed as the tiny form went wandering too and fro between campfires of the guards.

Quite soon, buried underneath a hidden veil of darkness was one single thought.

Must have. Do want. Will take. Now!

Sliding like a snake through the tall grass with hardly a ripple of movement to give way his position Juro came to the closest fire and guard. He listened as he and the she-elf conversed in light tones. As the she-elf began to move back towards the camp Juro quickly darted behind the guard and nipped him on the neck before he could react. The Elf slid to the ground softly, and Juro slid into a darkened area between to fires and whispered in mimicry with the same voice as the guard.

"Over here m'lady!"

She turned, and at first did not move.

"Come quickly!" Now, slinking away from the lights further into the forest he called again. "Hurry! Come and see what I have found!" He kept his voice light enough to keep fear from flooding her senses. She hurried over as he expected, and avoided the fallen body in the grass by the campfire. Carefully Juro led her on until he sensed the hesitation in her footsteps, and knew that she was beginning to question he decision. So instead of pretending anymore. He stepped from behind the shadow and walked slowly towards her as his emotions broke down the barrier and began to flood the air around them. He walked silently, and was ready to snap with one wrong move. His nose quivered as the scent became nearly unbearable.

"What are you made?" He asked sharply, wondering and not attacking instantly because... Something kept him from it, something that hurt if he strained too hard against it.
 
It was both blessing and curse that because of her small stature and flame red hair, Reisha was recognised by virtually all of the elf community. Had her personality been less evolved, she could have developed quite an ego. The sentinel she encountered was no different and though she could not remember ever having spoken to him, he greeted her with familiarity instead of a more traditional, formal way. As usual, Reisha overlooked the breach of etiquette and politely asked him whether his duty had been eventful thus far.

"I cannot say that it has, but in these difficult times, I will take boredom over opportunities for gallantry." He replied good naturedly. "You should still stay close to the encampment though, if I may say so. We do not know what is abroad in these lands. The camp is large enough for you to go walking in."

Reisha had hoped to avoid the noisy clamour of the camp. Serving the temple as she did meant that she was more susceptible than was usual to the thoughts and feelings of others. She could shield herself from such psychic intrusions but that would make her blind to any enemies too. Reisha bit down on her disappointment though and reluctantly agreed with him. She turned back towards the camp, waving goodbye to the nameless sentinel as though he was a friend. She had not gone many steps however, before he called her back again.

"Over here m'lady!"

Reisha smiled wryly as he used formal address simply because he had raised his voice so all could hear. She moved back to where he had been, but he was not there. Beginning to become annoyed at all the distraction from what was supposed to have been a quiet stroll, she called out herself.

"Where are you? Why do you not wait for me?"

She should have been able to feel his presence but could not. Reisha silently flexed her will and extended her light aura, searching for the sentinel.

"Come quickly!" His voice was fainter now but she should still be able to discern him.

"I cannot see you!" Any elf would know she meant more than that he was out of sight.

"Hurry! Come and see what I have found!"

Reisha hesitated still. His voice was light, cheerful even but she could not feel his presence. Was he playing some game with her?

She had no need to fear any sexual motive for the sentinel's odd behaviour. Rape, like virtually all acts of violence except when attacked by those of other races, was unheard of among elves. The physical pain and psychological torture a male elf would inflict on his victim would disturb and traumatise him via psychic connection, thoroughly marring his own enjoyment. Elves were creatures without violence or malice, for whom the act of love and consummation was an epic sharing of minds and souls where physical sex played a part but was by no means the sole end or purpose. Married couples' episodes of communion were infrequent and so could last many days. Elves climaxed on levels that were spiritual and emotional as well as physical, it was a total melding of entities that other creatures could never comprehend. It was because of this too, that elves refrained from sexual activity until they had been betrothed and mated for life. Casual sex was simply not possible for elves.

Reisha decided that he was probably shielding his presence to play a game with her. She started forwards, towards the sound. She could sense, something but it was faint and so she couldn't read it at all. It was possible that she was detecting the sentinel's cloaked aura. Reisha slipped through the dense woodland noiselessly. After a couple of minutes though, she was concerned at being away from the camp. The sentinel himself had counselled her against it. Her patience was fraying. She halted in a small clearing, feeling the distant out presence unsuccessfully.

Suddenly she was hit as though with a punch to the gut by a potent aura. Reisha recoiled as the tall figure strode towards her. He was no elf, that was for sure. His presence was menacing, fuelled by hate and the urge for violence. Reisha had never seen a vampire, nor even a drawing of one but this must surely be such a creature. His skin was the colour of moonlight and his manner was that of someone at the top of his food chain. When he spoke his voice was low and harsh, scraping across her mind like nails on a chalkboard after spending hours in perfect harmony with the elf choir.

"What are you made?" [I assume you mean 'maid there']

Reisha stared at him and realised his eyes were narrowed. He wasn't just trying to intimidate her, he was squinting at the light of the Eldar flowing within her. She focused on keeping her aura bright as she replied. Hopefully it would summon more of her own people to aid her in dealing with this blood wraith.

"I am an elf... but an elemental, an elf who embodies the spirit of fire." She lifted a small hand to reveal a jewel encrusted ring, dancing with flame as the sigil on her brow did. Nobody could take that ring from her, it couldn't even be cut from her hand. Only her death or a ritual of passing would release it. "I am one of the keepers of our temple. Our people mean no harm to you and yours and there is nothing you value that we would want. I sense that you do not feel the same however, hunger and violence burns within your heart with a passion like... love." Even Reisha was surprised at this revelation but she could only speak truth and no doubt the vampire would comprehend it better than she could. "Where is our sentinel?"

[Btw, I'd appreciate some description of your character too, something I can work with. Thanks xx.]
 
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((Actually it was intended to be "What are you made of?" But that is okay, it worked out fine.))

Raising one of his slim arms Juro pointed back over the she-fire-elf's shoulder, "He has not left his post." He said calmly, and with a hiss. Whenever he spoke the scent of fire-light filled his mouth and the taste like was a powerful drink. Strong, tasty, and with a lasting impression that left him craving less, but more. He eyed the slim she-fire-elf with two hungry, yellow eyes, her earlier speech was true, but this Juro knew and he needed not to comment on it. His silence unnerved her, and so did his eyes.


Silence owned the clearing and in the midst the blue moon lit Juro's features perfectly. His pale, blue skin burned with a darkish hue of purple much the way the she-fire-elf's skin glowed partially red even in the midst of the night. He had perfectly proportioned arms that did not seem overly large, but they were obviously strong. A steel like strength held them rigid at his side with hardly even a flinch. Only two parts of his anatomy moved at all, even with the violent struggle occurring beneath his cold skin. With every breath his entire torso expanded, gnarled chest and rigid stomach. It expanded as one unit, so powerful were the muscles that knitted his flesh together. Cool sweat dripped slowly down into the waistband of his pants that covered his legs. Equally slim, but equally strong as his upper limbs. The other piece that moved was his hair; it was jet black and stuck out in long angles from his scalp the tips of which wavered every so slightly in the light wind amidst the night air.

Lastly was his face. Bathed in the blued silver of the nights light. Two yellow eyes poked out from an entirely otherworldly smooth skin. A small nose and those eyes were the only thing that disrupted the smooth, almost alien like features. Thin, slightly darker lips blended seamlessly into his features, which were handsome once past the eerie look. Is nose, sensitive as it was, did occasionally twitch, but it was such a small movement there was hardly any reason to notice it. His ears were mostly hidden by his hair that fell nearly three-quarters of the way to his shoulders. But always at strange, spiked angles, so that one would think if his head became wet the hair would indeed reach his strong shoulders. The eyes were so different from the rest of him, and yet so perfect for his species. Yellow they were. Like the flower upon a green hill in the middle of the day. Alive where the rest of him was dead, yet not quite so, and the pupils themselves were not circular but more of an oval. With a sharp apex at both the left, and the right. Like a cats eyes, but on their side. They were such a stark contrast that often it was the only place where his prey would look as the last seconds of their life flashed before their eyes.

The shirt he had been wearing previously was lost, and so he stood half-naked with only light black, silken pants that fluttered in the night air. Toes, calloused and strong, felt the pine needle floor with tension, searching for a foothold in case sudden movement was called for.

When Juro spoke again the she-fire-elf would know that some decision had been made, for before he even made a noise she would feel the overwhelming desire over flood the hatred and violence coercing through his veins. Whatever uncertainty that came from her violently hot-light essence was gone, and his muscles rippled with anticipation.

Before even speaking he licked his lips; revealing the the ethereal white daggers perched inside of his mouth. "Nothing we want," He agreed with a slight sense of sarcasm, "Everything I want." The difference was as clear as night and day for Juro Onnistus, a vampire, who's independence came first and before everything else save for the Council which indeed wanted nothing (yet) from these new invaders for it had everything it needed. Or so they thought. Once they had a taste... Juro wasn't sure, but he was sure that they might want more. He could feel her fear, but not with the same psychic exactness that Wolves or Elves possessed, indeed it was something more natural. The sound of her racing heart, and caught breath inside of her breasts. The tips of witch now hardened in fear against her thin slip, but mostly just the speed of which her blood began to race through her veins about the neck, her wrists, and between her legs.

One of the reasons Vampires fought other Children of Darkness was to keep their razor sharp edge. Fighting against humans was wrongly described. Slaughtering humans was more correct. So when Juro launched himself at she-fire-elf he did so with the intention of striking a Vampire a incapacitating blow, not dicing a human into a thousand pieces with one pass. His sword he held, but the blade was still in it's hard sheath of scales; instead he swung the hilt with stunning speed and power towards her temple. Yet, like the Children of Darkness he speed was enough so that the blow only landed upon her shoulders, and stumbled her back into the night.

With a grunt of satisfaction at his correct guess as to her abilities, Juro came again, this time swinging the guarded blade like a practice blade as he vaulted over the small she-fire-elf's head. The blow was aimed for between her shoulder blades. That way if she would duck it would strike her head, and to either side her shoulder. It was a mighty blow, a killing blow, if the blade had not been wrapped in the scaled scabbard of a mighty dragon, long extinct.
 
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"Nothing we want... Everything I want."

It was in that moment that Reisha realised what it was that he wanted from her. The evil that flowed through his veins began to be superseded by another impulse. His strange eyes moved over her body, staring at her form in a way that no elf had ever dared to. Adrenaline poured into her veins. One look at the vampire's muscular physique told her she could not outrun him and ancient legend even had it that they could fly. Her only means of self preservation seemed to be the bright glow of her aura and so she tried to concentrate on that.

Before she had the chance to try negotiating with him further, the vampire raised his sword with lightening speed. Reisha tried to evade it but the scabbard of his weapon struck her shoulders and made her stumble backwards. Her sandal covered feet couldn't find purchase on the leaf strewn forest floor but the vampire had no such problem. He vaulted over her head, his scabbard swinging. Reisha cried out and ducked, and then everything went dark.

Her small, slight body hit the ground, face down, scratching her flawless skin. The bright glow of her aura dimmed and then blinked out. Her blood was still laced with adrenaline, her heart still racing pointlessly within her chest, taking its time to slow back down. A shallow cut on her cheek oozed hot blood, running down her face like a teardrop.
 
The fresh blood was like a trigger that released all of the bubbling confusion from beneath Juro's skin. He shuddered uncontrollably as his eyes fixed on the slowly crawling droplet until it fell to the pine needle beneath. The light splash was like a bowstring twanging in his ears. His head snapped from side to side, his mind sure that someone must have heard, his body shuddering as he stepped once towards the she-fire-elf, twice away towards the safety of darkness, and then with one bound he landed next to her. The confusion continued to swirl through his dark mind, but two thoughts were clearly perched above the confusion:

Take!

Run!


Neither needed to be thought twice. For only the second time in their immortal history the race of Vampire and Elf touched as Juro scooped the slight she-fire-elf into his arms. Staying crouched he listened carefully, but only the rapid pulse hiding just beneath her perfectly arched throat filled his ears. With all of his strength, balance, and cunning Juro raced for the warm embrace of the darkness beneath the forest. It swallowed him quickly and eased some of the confusion, but could not erase the sole thought that was now pulsing through his head to the point that it was becoming painful to take another step in defiance of it.

Feed!

So badly did his body wanted to feed on the light she-fire-elf in his arms that his muscles rebelled, forcing him to slow as he neared a thicket of trees. A soft moan came from the she-fire-elf and something inside of the Child of Darkness snapped. He raced for the thicket, and now that his mind and body were one with that thought they worked together as only a Vampires could work. Within the dense thicket stood a tall and impossibly wide tree. The base was hollow, and an animal used to dwell there, but Juro could only ignore it as he pushed the she-fire-elf up against the base of the tree and lightly tapped her cheek with his hand.

She did not wake, but her pulse beat louder within his ears.

With a hissed curse he bent over her slight form and licked across the cut upon her cheek. A soft sizzling noise filled the air as her cut closed, but the taste was enough. A blast of pleasure shot through his veins, and centered in his suddenly grown dick that felt trapped within his light pants already. Carefully he nuzzled her face to the side; exposing her pulsing neck. Without hesitation he leaned forward and bit into the tender flesh with relish, it was not a full bite, only his fangs dug into her skin. For though Vampires were biters, they were not flesh eaters, and it was only her blood that he wished to spill across his teeth and drip down his throat. This it did.

A shudder tore through the young Vampire as his muscles threatened to let the she-fire-elf fall. The taste was overwhelming. All of his senses focused upon it. Nothing else could be heard, smelled, or seen. With all the force of his will he pushed his body against hers, and even then her perch was barely held. As hard as he could he sipped, and struggled against the suddenly hazy and incredibly pleasurable feeling that swamped his body. This taste... It was better than anything he had ever tasted. Desire. Hunger. Pleasure. Lust. Blood-lust. It ripped his impossibly chiseled body to shreds and shook him violently like a cat with it's kitten in it's jaw. A delicious tingle rose up along his spine, and a deep growl was suddenly released from his chest as he stopped sipping and instead held still. Allowing the blood to wash over him and down his throat slowly.

Then he felt her flutter. Her body was waking, and Juro shuddered in anticipation of what, he did not know.
 
It was the pain that woke her. It was rare that an elf experienced physical pain, because their lives were usually so tranquil. That was before the men had risen up against them, before they had been driven from their home to make their way into vampire country. Now they were a battered and defeated people.

More specifically, she was a battered and defeated person.

Deep pain throbbed in her head and across her shoulders where he had struck her. Reisha felt the stinging pain of the puncture wounds in her neck and the pull he had on her vein. She was being fed from and weakened. She had to stop him! Almost as though he had heard her thought he pulled away from her, his fangs sliding slowly out of her neck and his lips leaving her skin. She felt the blood pulse out of the wounds, hot and fast with her racing heart. Reisha lifted her head and opened her eyes.

She didn't know how long she had been out or how long he had been feeding from her. The vampire had a glazed, bissful expression on his strange face and his... vampirehood... was pressing hard into her groin as he pinned her against the tree. Her feet weren't even on the ground, for he had lifted her so that her throat was high enough for him to bite with ease. Reisha tried to summon the bright aura that had deterred him before but the luminescence to her skin was pitifully dull. It was hard to think around the throbbing pain in her skull from where he had struck her. Reisha made herself focus on him, looking him in the eye blearily.

"Let me go! You were suppposed to broker a peace with my people! Put me down"

He did nothing of the kind, he found her demands amusing. Reisha summoned the dregs of her power and projected it at him. Everywhere his skin touched hers he would experience a hot burst of flame, only for half a moment but it would be enough for him to drop her.

He did just that. Reisha pushed past him and ran, not bothering to look back and see how bad she had burned his skin. She darted off between the trees, trying to lose him. Reisha had the presence of mind to wipe the blood from her skin but the puncture wounds were still oozing.
 
The she-fire-elf's words meant nothing. In fact Juro did not even hear them. His mind was drowning in fire-blood that burned and turned his body into a piece of meaty lust. Just as the feeling was coming to a boil, he felt his skin light on fire. He dropped the she-fire-elf and fell to the ground of the forest without a cry or emotion. The pain was like the black stars that ate all of the light around them, sucking it in and destroying it in utter silence. Gone were the emotions, gone was the pain, and gone was the distraction and her words rang in his ears. That was his mission, approved and sanctified by the council, but they were just words and meant nothing now that he had tasted her blood. Like a bolt of bright lightning he shot after the she-fire-elf, his yellow eyes burning brightly and his nose quivering as he inhaled her delicious scent at every turn. She would never escape him. Indeed, even if he let her go she would not, for she was not traveling from the way they'd come, but rather deeper into the dark forest that stretched across the breadth of the land.

Juro followed rather leisurely as he waited for her to weaken, for the loss of blood to take effect and the poison to overwhelm her body.

It wouldn't be long before he caught her again, and had her tiny rippling body within his grasp. The slight blisters that had appeared over his skin were completely healed by the time he caught sight of her flaming hair and glowing skin. The sight was enough to spur him forward, two steps and he was high in the air, darting through the tree limbs as he closed on her. With his emotions hidden Juro once again became a shadow of death as the moon cast a dim outline of his body on the undergrowth beneath the trees until he was atop of the fleeing she-fire-elf. He dropped silently and landed atop her shoulders with both feet and jumped off them just as quickly. The force sends her sprawling into the ground. He lands right in front of her face, and bends quickly to grab her hair, and pull her up until she is face to face with his yellow, cat like eyes.

"You know nothing. You think nothing. You are nothing. I am a Child of Darkness. You are nothing."

Then he hissed, and hurled her for the nearest tree which was too thin and buckles before snapping in half.

Standing straight he walked towards her slowly, a slight bend in his knees should she try anything; his body still quivering with her scent and the taste of her blood lingering in his mouth. Slowly his emotions started to creep outwards as his eyes zeroed in on the cut upon her neck. Feed. Again it was the strongest, and the most overwhelming, but there was a second one that was growing in strength as well. It was carnal and had no definitive word, but it was rather a combination of lust, desire, and the wish to mate. A strong, strong desire for the culmination of gender, in order to reproduce. His deep breaths were audible now, as he came closer, and his temple throbbed. Revealing veins across his features as he stopped above her prone form, quivering from head to toe with anticipation.
 
Reisha had been sprinting when he came down on her shoulders, pitching her to the floor with enough force and speed to send her sprawling through the undergrowth, peppering her body with small cuts. His feet landed in front of her and before Reisha had the opportunity to even try to rise, he was lifting her by her hair. The anger that radiated from him was palpable. Reisha had never in her life been the subject of such derisive scorn.

"You know nothing. You think nothing. You are nothing. I am a Child of Darkness. You are nothing."

Reisha opened her mouth slightly to reply but he simply hurled her away from him. Reisha struck a small tree hard enough to break it and then fell to the forest floor again, winded. She gasped futilely, trying to fill her lungs as he approached her. The look in his strange eyes changed and his lust for her became uppermost in his thoughts. It was not lust as any elf would recognise such an emotion. He was channeling his anger and his antipathy for her species, letting his contempt for her fuel his urge to mate. For this creature sex was not about communion or mutual pleasure, it was about power.

Reisha started scrambling backwards across the ground, for all it would avail her to do so. The vampire's aura grew stronger at this though, the violence rising above his lust again. Reisha realised with a sickening certainty that her unwillingness was getting him more aroused. He wanted her to fight him and lose, to hate him. He wanted to humiliate and subjugate her by raping her.

Reisha found she lacked even the strength to stand and it was pointless anyway. He had drained and weakened her too much and she had run too hard trying to flee him. Her body shook with terror as he approached. The vampire's impulses revolted Reisha and she wondered how much of her fear and loathing he was aware of.

"You cannot do this! I am not your species, this goes completely against the laws of nature. Even you are subject to the laws of nature vampire!"
 
Juro watched her scrambling like the scared animal that she was. Trapped by her hunter. The prey feebly trying all within it's power to escape the inevitability of what was to come next. The smell of fear permeated the air nearly as powerful as the smell coming from the bite mark upon her fair skin. The two fought violently for supremacy, but instead of either winning they simply combined into a pungent smell that would bring any Vampire from miles and miles away. Even if they were forced to walk through the blazing sun to get to this place. The aura of sun was still present, but it had faded to a simple dull ache for Juro, and though he was wary of it blooming again once he touched his prey, he was not afraid of it damaging him, for like many things he could simply sense that her power had withered and she had given into the darkness and the fear. She knew what was coming.

"You cannot do this! I am not your species, this goes completely against the laws of nature. Even you are subject to the laws of nature vampire!"

Even if Juro had not been in the state of blood-lust that he was impossibly bound to her words would still have been regarded in much the same manner as now. Nature was no force that the Vampires feared, for their Elders had survived for millennium upon millennium and still Nature had found no natural way to destroy them. They could breed with Human, Half-Vampires, and Vampires alike. Even their Elders could still breed whenever they escaped their killing-lust that happened rarely enough.

He hissed a soft laugh and bent to lift the prostrate she-fire-elf from her place upon the forest floor.

With ease he lifted her up against the tree she had crawled very near. Her futile struggles proved Juro correct, as the fire within her did not burn bright enough to give him more then a momentary look of displeasure upon his already dangerously evil face. Slowly he ran his long, cool tongue across his teeth; cleaning the last taste of blood from them so that his next bite would be fresh and contain now flecks of the now dried liquid.

"Nature. Gives you. To you me."

With a hiss and powerful jerk Juro pushed his head into the she-fire-elf's, knocking it to the side and exposing the previous puncture he had made. With relish he licked all of the dried blood from her surrounding skin, and carefully he passed his healing tongue over the cut several times. Nearly closing it with a bubbling hiss, until directly at the last moment his teeth dug into the heated flesh once more. A powerful jolt flashed through his body, and his hands upon the she-fire-elf's shoulder and inner thigh squeezed tightly as he pushed her still more violently into the tree as he drank deeply.

With a violent gasp and tug he pulled her from the tree and hurled her into the ground.

Blood dripped from his mouth, and from both his hands where he had torn the loose shift, and bits of her skin from her tender body. He was on her in a second, his cock free, and pushing directly into her virginal core without stopping. The burst of her virginity forced a shudder through Juro, but that was all. His eyes were now clouded, and he wasted no time in setting a rapid rhythm and fucking her violently. His iron like hands squeezing her wrists and holding them above his mouth so that tiny droplets of blood dripped into his mouth. With his hands pulling her wrists up, almost her entire body was off the ground, save her heels. The rest of her was held up either by his thrusting hips and icey cold, rock hard tool, or his powerful hands that dug further and further into her soft wrists. Allowing blood to spill freely.
 
Her back hit the tree hard, so hard that it felt as though it might snap. The vampire was holding her so that her body arched for him, licking at her neck like a dog searching for scraps in the corner of his dish.

"Nature. Gives you. To you me."

It was a few moments before she realised that the intense heat he was causing was closing her wounds. That simple kindness was incomprehensible to her, until he stabbed his teeth through her neck again with a feral growl, wounding her anew. His hard hands groped her shoulder and thigh painfully. His skin was so tough that it was as though he had an exoskeleton. His fingers gouged and ripped into her flesh, while Reisha could only sob and shake helplessly as he sucked her blood from her veins. He had a tight seal around the puncture wounds and the strength of his suck was incredible. Her neck seared with pain as her vein protested at having blood sucked backwards through it. It wasn't long till she felt light headed again, her brain starved of blood by the greedy vampire. Reisha wondered miserably how much blood she had left.

All the while his hard cock raged against her, pushing up between her legs as his pelvis pinned her to the coarse bark. His cock found the joint between her right hip and groin and thrust against it slowly, rubbing against her. Reisha knew from her training that while male elves also possessed such an organ it was velvet smooth, vulnerable and lacked just enough rigidity to keep it from causing her more than minimal pain. The vampire's organ might as well have been a broom handle for all the softness it possessed. It was ridged with thick veins and the enormous head pulsed obscenely... with her blood.

Then without warning she was flying through the air again. Her battered, bleeding body hit the ground hard. From this angle the vampire seemed impossible tall and the way his penis jutted out from his body make her stomach twist as a dry heave rocked her body. Reisha could not see how that hideous... thing... was going to gain entry to her tiny, untravelled birth canal.

She hadn't bargained on his strength of body and will. He mounted her with no hesitation. There was no admiration of her physical form, no final taunt or act of violence. His knees fell heavily to the floor and shoved hers apart, tilting her ass until her sex pointed skywards and her ankles were beside her ears. He kept her pinned with his bodyweight while his ice cold penis sought entry. Her body was dry and unreceptive but that was a matter of indifference to him. He stabbed downwards with his great strength, abetted by gravity, and simply rent her asunder. Pinned as she was with her knees against her chest, Reisha's scream was high pitched and agonised. She felt hot blood burst within her and knew that her virginity was no more. The blood only facilitated his violation of her however and she could do nothing but lay there and attempt to breathe.

~~~~~​

In the makeshift temple of their makeshift home, the intricately carved bowl of sacred flame that represented Reisha's life-force flared and then guttered once more to a dull glow, the embers of what had been a vibrant young female. The remnant of the Elder's Council regarded this sudden change sombrely.

It hadn't taken long for the sentries to discover that one of their number had fallen. The ring around the elf camp had tightened and a headcount had been taken as a matter of course. All had been accounted for save Reisha, whose dwelling was near where the sentry had died. Psychic searches had been made for her but though they believed she was still somewhere not too far away, her essence was failing, her aura too weak to discern and locate.

"She is fighting. That flare shows that she is fighting for her life somewhere. We must sent parties of archers. We must do something."

Eolind was not a member of the council but since he and Reisha had been mated lifelong they shared a bond. It had been hoped that if anyone could seek out her aura, he would be able to. But even with the Elders lending him their psychic strength he had failed and now he was demanding action, the hot-headedness of his youth coming through. Gawain, the head of the Council since the Massacre, pursed his lips and considered the matter.

"If we sent multiple groups of archers in different directions we will send them to their deaths and leave the rest of us exposed into the bargain. This is not the way. We must be able to discern at least in which direction she was taken."

"The sentry was taken East. It seems he was lured that way and slaughtered." Another Elder commented.

"And his killer would be a fool to take Reisha in exactly the same direction. He evaded our sentinels and entered our ring of psychic protection and we did not see it. He is no fool."

"Perhaps he is too much of a fool." Eolind ventured, aware that he had no place to speak, his eyes low. "If it was a base creature, an animalistic one, we would not have discerned it."

"The guard was bitten in the back of the neck." Gawain said, his usually glacial features twisted with distaste. "He was bitten once and then he fell. We have established this. So we are looking at an animalistic creature, taller than a man, who can crush the spine of a full grown elf with its teeth."

"A vampire then!" Eolind yelled, frustrated at the Council's inaction. "What is it doing to her? Why has it not killed her or released her? We have a truce with those people, do we not?"

"I do not wish to contemplate what it might be doing to her." Gawain announced with authority, his tone cautioning Eolind to watch his tongue. "I met with a vampire today, it may be the one we seek. Lend me your strength."

The others formed a ring around Gawain, each channelling his or her power into the circle, boosting his psychic search, widening the net. Gawain's mind cast about for the vampire, holding its image up like a beacon. Long, agonising minutes passed."

"Keep your focus Eolind and save your ire. You are causing an imbalance."

Eolind flushed and centred himself. Gawain's brow furrowed and he turned towards the south-east. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and the circle broke.

"A couple of miles in that direction, not more. It is the vampire we saw today. Either he sees Reisha as a trophy of some kind... or he is simply toying with her." Gawain divulged no more of what he had seen but everyone could see that he was highly discomposed, his expression nauseous. He had deliberately kept the image from bleeding out into the circle. Eolind would be baying for blood right now, which was simply not how elves conducted themselves.

"One group." Gawain decided. "Mounted archers, I think we can spare ten. Go with them Eolind, you will find her first."
 
High up within the Court of the Council lay the Eldar Xin'Tella who had just finished draining a pretty human girl. She had been thin, and short, but her blood was sweet with the innocence of life so she was more of a treat than meal for the gargoyle of a vampire. Meanwhile his enormous cock was being ridden by a girl as gray as death. Her eyes were entirely blue and it was obvious that she was no longer quite human, or alive. It mattered not to Xin'Tella, he was enjoying the feeling of her pussy tightly wrapping his cock. She would not be fit to be fucked by any other vampire once she was finished, in fact she would probably not survive the ordeal. With a grunt he placed his hand on her shoulder; covering a good third of her entire body mass with the monstrous hand. The other hand he placed on the balcony, and then he leaned over, his large mass caused several loose pebbles to skittle down the side of the Court.

With a deep expulsion of air through his nose he growled in a deep voice, "Zumorito. I have council for you." Then with a heave and a sigh he pushed back on the balcony and landed upon his bed. The jolting snapped the girls cervix, pushing his dick deep inside of her womb to the point that it was visible against her starved stomach.

Once the regal looking Zumorito had appeared, and bowed in respect, Xin'Tella spoke.

"My blood-lust was clear as you spoke to the boy Juro. You spoke with wisdom gifted from the spirits above us, spirits of the past, and future. Yet, you did not hearken to the essence of the message that you proclaimed. His future is intimately linked with the elves. Not in any subtle way. In fact. He may have already begun his conquest of those fiery people. Long ago there was a prophecy that told of the end of our race, but not extermination. Change."

With a rippling gurgle Xin'Tella laughed, "We do not change well Zumorito."

With his enormous cock hidden within the human; pressing against her vital organs she whined and moaned in pain, but pleasure too. The possession of her soul enabled her to enjoy the honor that the Eldar was giving her by fucking her useless mortal body. With his giant hand, Xin'Tella lifted and lowered the doll like mortal like he was masturbating his own cock, her tiny hands and toes curled violently and strangled noises emitted from her wide open mouth.

"No we do not. Master Xin'Tella." Zumorito replied carefully. He was surprised by how much Xin'Tella was speaking. He was not the most learned Eldar, and often simply ignored the Council. Why he had come now escaped all of Zumorito's guests. He frowned and posed a question softly, "Master Xin, what you are saying... Is that Juro will be the creator of a new race, if so, how?"

"I do not know, but there is nothing you can do about it now. It has begun, and the only way to end it is to kill him, and the one that is with him." For a moment Xin'Tella stopped his fucking, and his incredibly powerful and strange eyes met Zumorito's.

"It would be wise to discuss this with the whole council, however, because us Eldar will weather the change well. It is you. The vampires of purest blood that will feel this change the worst, or the best. Depending on how you look at it."

Suddenly the massive Eldar snarled and pushed his tree-branch of a cock pushed even deeper into the human toy on his length. Puncturing her womb. With a deep chuckle Xin'Tella stood, opened his massive wings, and took to the skies. The moment he was clear of the council he tossed the body from his, and disappeared into the East. A howl followed him though, from deep within the massive black tornado that continued to swirl around the Crown of the Council. A flash of lightning lit the dim Court, and Zumorito watched impassively. His ancient mind processing all of the new information as quickly as he could. There was a commotion down on the main floor, and his name was called. Floating to the bottom of the Court he saw one of the Kurai and his eyes narrowed.

"Hiro Kol what is the meaning of your desertion?"

"Zumorito Hiroshi," The young Kurai bowed, "I was sent to bring a message from Juro Onnistus."

"Wait... Do not speak it yet... Come with me."

The two of them slipped into a dark, inaudible corner of the Court, Xin'Tella's words rang loudly in Zumorito's ears.

"Speak."

"Juro Onnistus wishes me to tell that the light-people are contained, but warns that their smell is powerful and dangerous."

"How did he say it?"

Hiro swallowed, "He was affected by something... I could feel it Zumorito Hiroshi."

"Then it has begun. You did well to bring this message yourself. Your reward will be great. Refresh yourself from the harem. We will be leaving soon, we must find Juro, and quickly."

-

The rush of sensation that filled Juro as his rock hard cock penetrated the vulnerable, soft skin underneath him was mind numbing. It was no simple physical sensation that he felt as he ripped away the she-fire-elf's virginity, innocence, and security all in one movement. She had been afraid before, but now it was over and there was no hope that it would not, or could not happen to her. The scream from her lips was ten times less powerful than the scream from her mind; which was what froze him more stolidly then anything else. He felt everything that she felt, but only for a moment as her hope and emotion was whisked away from sharpness to much more simple, but heart breaking things. In the end Juro was extremely glad that it had happened.

The pause left her newly opened insides rippling, stretching, and popping over his cool cock. The warmth surrounding it was so contrary to what he was used to; he nearly shot his load in that instant. The warmth being so arousing when mixed with his cold. It was like the sweet and fire of her blood, but stronger and more intimate.

Juro had no idea how long passed with his thick organ buried to the hilt within the she-fire-elf's cunt. It was long enough to quiet her to sobs from screams, and enough to stop her struggling to wincing.

Nothing decided when it was time to move for Juro. He simply pulled his hips back, and dug his iron fingers into her soft skin to hold her in place. The gasp from her lips spread a smirk over his face, and almost immediately he was pushing back inside of her pussy. Stretching the newly stretched ligaments, muscles, and skin inside of her. It was dry, mostly, and rough. The little bit of blood from her hymen created a aphrodisiac powerful enough for Juro simply ignore everything else besides the sensation on his cock and the smell in his nose. He was not being gentle, but with the smell in his nose neither was he trying to rip her apart from the inside out. It was only his pleasure that he desired, not her pain and terror. That was only an added bonus.

Quickly he found a pace that he enjoyed, and the she-fire-elf was tolerating better than he expected. It didn't take long for him to expend his precious seed deep within her cunt. Right against her cervix with an icy splash. As he finished he let go of her tiny body, and softly came to rest between her leg. Enjoying the slightly painful feeling of her warm skin sizzling against his cool, blue skin.

Finally his head perked up, and he sniffed.

A muttered curse followed. Within seconds he finished stripping the she-fire-elf, and taking her knife he buried it into the nearest tree. Unknowingly filling both the tree and knife with his memories, and Reisha's emotions. Almost immediately the tree began to quiver and deaden. All the scouting parties would find in an hour was a pile of ash and the blade, but if they arrived sooner there was no telling what they would find, but it would not be Juro or Reisha.

With a grunt he lifted her nude form into his arms. Up into the trees he darted, before heading East. Deeper into the forest. He quickly found a thick grove of thickets and trees, where he laid the she-fire-elf, before departing. The loss of blood would keep her out of it for awhile, and Juro needed to do some scouting. He headed back for the place where he had... Taken her... And found ten elf's with bows, and brows of fire, with clear piercing eyes. With his emotions hidden, he crept closer, listening to their voices and wondering what they would say...
 
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