the Lost Realm of Anderia

[Savoredsting]

"I eat this much cause you never know if this is the last meal you'll ever have" he smiles as he drinks his ale and smiles"Also I fight so much cleaning goblin and orc hovels that ye tend to need to eat a lot to gain a lot of energy."

He than looks about the town and smiles seeing young lads with a few weapons boasting slaying a few goblins. Hyrum chuckled as the village girls fawned all over them.

"Ah to be young again, You remember your first 'venture Lyllith, Mine was in the deeper tunnels slaying a rowdy group of goblins who came under the banner of a powerful Goblin who called him self Gnasher. I got separated from my group and ending u finding my self fighting goblins by myself. I slew all but the last one, he was hell incarnate his eyes all glowy and red and his jaw full of razor sharp teeth and wicked claws. I fought him, and he nearly ha me, my body covered in teeth and claw marks. I could hear the heavy foot steps of my brethren. but this goblin fought on. He slipped as i came to parry his blow only to land a firm blow to his skull with a wicked snap. when my brothers come on me they saw me clinging to my hammer panting and coughing blood. That day I became a hero, and though I was scared shitless i became the clan hero!"

 

[hotassbitch12002]

"elves dont eat much... we metabolize different."

lyllith was never one to talk about her past, but the booze in this town was stronger than back home. and in her need to keep up with the drinking of her half sized mate, she found herself more open than usual.

"i tagged along with the hunters of my land. we heard word of a mountain demon hunting our young. as it turned out it was an orc, abandoned by its army. he'd been out there for so long, he had gone savage."

she took a long swig, before demanding another.

"i had gotten in the way. one of the others pushed me out of the way. he didnt make it."

she sat in silence for a bit. then she hiccuped and giggled.

"but we all know the risks when we picked up our weapons for the first time." she said stealing a small chunk of meat from your plate, then raising her mug.

 

[Savoredsting]

"true we all are but a hairs breath from death the first time we step from the practice field into the real field of battle" he says drinking a bit more as he than chuckles.

"to the Fallen for those skilled and those new! Ha ha Lylith You must know the army kept you as a poster girl for recruitment and would hate to have you really get into the thick of any combat...Not like Azinor the Green or Thick Tholla the Lighting Mage" he says as he remembers the two fondly from the War, he had heard them joining the reconnaissance units even meeting them out when he was looking to secure a cavern complex for the clan

 

[hotassbitch12002]

"i understand..."

she says warmly. "but i miss the action, so."

she throws back another round.

we continue to reminisce longer than anticipated. as we talk of past battles, through your eating and the swooning of the local wenches, the sun makes it way behind the far mountains.

a few of the maidens offer you the best room, i suggest that you take it, with a smile. "you are their celebrity. we can continue on in the morning."

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

It itched. IT itched, to be more precise.

Tray'sen ran his fingers over the ridged bumps of stitching that now circled the entire circumference of his left shoulder. His smooth flesh and the rough scales of his 'compromise' were divided by the low mountains of thread keeping it attached to him. He had been brash, and arrogant...and now he had paid the price. The least he could do was reap a little of what he had sown.

He flexed his left hand....or talons as they were now...bringing the three bladed tips in against the fourth. It was a new sensation having this thing attached to him, it seemed to whisper to him, call out to his ego and arrogance, bidding him to use the unfathomable strength within the limb.... and he was having problems containing it.

"I thought you said there would be no negative side-effects!" He growled at the old gnome as he stifled the itching and whispers. This was going to be a problem.

"And how am I supposed to know all the things that could go wrong with something like This! It's not like I do this everyday, or has been done...ever!" The gnome was letting his arms and hands fly and swish around, accenting and emphasizing his points.

He was right, but Tray'sen didn't want to admit it. He had to do something though...he had lost his arm in the fight taking down the Wyrm, or dragon as the lay people referred to the mythical beast. It was only fair to salvage what he could, and all that he could. He was fortunate the old wyrm had been hoarding for what had to have been a millenia...it had not been cheap to convince the old gnome alchemist, Wryxtils, to do the procedure. The outcome was obviously unpredictable, but the potential gain to science, and his wallet, had been too much for him to decline. Still, the itching had moved to a burning sensation that was filtering into the human parts of his body, seeping into him from the scaled wyrm arm....



....feed the fire, the child is starving, let it eat, so much fresh food, let it lick the tinder, just a taste....

In his closed palm a white hot cold began to stir, tiny flames spilling forth from between his talons as his fist was engulfed in a ball of fire that continued to grow, threatening to catch onto the wooden examining table he sat upon.

"Out! Out! Before you burn the place down around our ears! Out you fool!" Wryxtils tugged relentlessly on his human right hand, pulling him towards the wood and glass front door, dragging him out into the street.

No, no food for the child....be quiet....Silence! Or I'll tear you off myself! Tray'sens mind fought to counter the voices emanating from his newly acquired appendage, and like nothing had happened at all the flames and hot-cold feeling dissipated, leaving him and Wryxtils in a confused silence as they each tried to puzzle-out a solution to what had just happened.

"You have to..."

"...leave. Yes, I know." He sighed as the gnome clenched his wrist tighter, drawing his gaze down into his serious expression.

"No. This isn't something you can let loose...we have to take it off, now. Listen to me, boy. That arm obviously still has some of the magical properties of the wyrm you stole it from. If we don't get that off you...."

"That isn't happening. I'll figure out how to control it, and in the mean time I'll just find a nice quiet little place to do..."

"You don't understand! You can't fight it, and win! Please Tray'sen! Just listen..."

Wryxtils had little time to register the swift movement of the taloned hand before a shadowy pall fell over his vision. His small body layed sprawled out at Tray'sen's feet, a trail of blood flowing from the back of his head.

"I sincerely hope you're not dead, but no one is taking my arm...again." With that Tray'sen hoisted the gnome's small frame and took him back inside, laying him out on his own examination table before gathering up his supplies. He had stripped down to just his leather leggings and boots for the operation and now rummaged through the pile of his gear for a clean shirt, taking a few moments before tearing the left arm from its threading. Nothing he had but his riding duster would hide what he had done to himself anyways, no need to pretend he could diminish the sight of it.


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Tray'sen's dreams that night were restless to say the least. He felt as if he had been swaddled in blankets of warmth that pulsed with a heart beat all its own, each rhythmic thump bringing images of destruction and ruin. The faces of people being burnt to cinders, or immolating suddenly and melting ran through his mind's eye. He awoke suddenly as a visions of a wooden schoolhouse full of children began to flitter into his perception..

"No!"

The smell of ash and burnt meat filled his nostrils as his eyes took in the smokey scene around him. The cloud of ash and soot obscured his vision and blinded him to what he smelled...but what had caused his forest camp to be burnt down in such a manner could not have been clearer to him. Him being at the epicenter left little doubt.

The haze began to clear some as the wind subtly cleared the air, letting him view with true comprehension the devastation that he had wrought over the night. The charred remains of his horse was the only thing that stood above ground level....not even stumps had been left in the wring of destruction that expanded around him 50 yards in diameter.

The loss of the horse was painful, but not enough to rid him of the relief that he wasn't in the city anymore. It would of been unimaginable what could of happened if he had stayed...for once in his young life he had made a wise choice...a very wise choice...in leaving.

"I..will...learn how...Learn how to control this!" Tray'sen grunted out his words through clenched teeth as he stared down at his left arm, flexing and relaxing his hand over and over...

"But for now...I should find some clothes...." He had noticed the wind had been cooler than usual, but had payed it no heed until now...as he stood naked, with a lump of burned flesh and fat that was his horse, and a little pile of ash and melted gold coin that was his travel bag...that had also contained all his gear and clothing. Only his hair and own body had been left un-disturbed. Maybe that was a perk? A certain degree of resistance to the flame? Never mind that though...he was still naked, alone, and to an extent defenseless in a forest full of bandits and highwaymen.

 

[hotassbitch12002]

Hearing the commotion that went on last night, lyllith rode on ahead of her dwarf friend. He would catch up soon enough, but best let him sleep it off.

She rode on till she noticed something in the distance. A man...

But there was something wrong. He emerged from the thick forest, naked, and holding his arm in pain. The limb he clutched was not his own though.

"oy! What seems to be the issue?" she cried out to him, riding out cautiously, her fingers slowly sliding over the handle of her blade

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

Tray'sen clutched his stolen appendage. It had begun to assail him immediately upon waking, forcing a dull warmth into him through his shoulder and emanating out through his entire being, lulling him into comfort as the chill wind bit at his naked flesh.

"I could get used to this, maybe if...."

The moment he had let down his guard, accepting the heat as an ally against the cold air, it had begun to talk, loudly, and very insistently, to him while using the tendrils of welcomed heat to pulse agonizing surges of soul-searing pain in an effort to force him into submission to its will.


....did you think I was gone? That you could keep me at bay? Foolish mortal. You should of listened to the gnome, boy! Give in, you cannot win. You know this.....

Tray'sen was lucky, he had always been a stubborn boy, to the disappointment of his parents, and had taken a partiality to doing the exact opposite of what others wanted him to do. Even so, it had taken all he had and more to force the whispers back down again, draining him of all his strength as his steps took a shaking and uneven tempo...wobbling to and fro, barely able to hold his own against the wind....winning the argument had also caused the warmth to slip back into his left arm, leaving him cold, and miserable...once again..

"oy! what seems to be the issue?"

He had missed the rhythmic patter of hooves riding up on him during his struggle. The surprise from the sudden question almost laid him out then and there. He took a moment to study the new arrival, an elven warrioress....it was rather obvious given the ears and the armor. Of the serious type it seemed as well.

"What ever do you mean....elf?" He managed a bit of a chuckle. It wasn't even hard...this was a bit humorous after all. He couldn't imagine being in her shoes, coming upon a naked man randomly upon the road.

..careful plaything, the blade...

His eyes hadn't caught the subtle movements of the elf's hands creeping slowly to the hilt of her sword.

"Just out for a morning stroll. No need for that.." Tray'sen's eyes flicked over to her waist, grazing across her hand working its way toward her sword.

 

[hotassbitch12002]

She squinted at him, trying to understand the sight she beheld. As a man, he was impressive, but the almost reptilian limb he clutched made her weary.
He stumbled towards her.

"hold it right there." she commanded, her hand fully gripping the hilt.

She slipped off her horse gracefully as she attempted to approach...

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

"I'm not sure you want to go this route, elf. I know I don't want to..." Tray'sen's grin had turned wolfish as the adrenaline from impending conflict began to pump through his veins, warming his cold and worn body for at least one mortal confrontation....more than likely one that ended with him as a heap of torn and bleeding flesh given that the elf wore an ease and grace of movement that denoted a fine fighter....his fight or flight mechanism had never been known for working on a high-level though, and he was unconsciously preparing for a confrontation with every step she took.

"Please, just get on your horse and ride away...forget you saw me. It doesn't need to be this way...." He was talking peace as his body was readying for war. His legs widening, his posture lowering as he tried to gain a familiar sense of balance. He un-clenched his left arm, letting its in-human length fully extend out, palm facing the approaching elf woman.

 

[hotassbitch12002]

With every step he took, she widened her stance.

"I said stay back!" she commanded. She saw conflict in his face, but his long taloned arm flexed, unsheathing its claws.

On instinct she drew her sword, just as his arm lunged at her. She blocked, but was hit with a force so hard she flew back deep into the forest. Regaining her balance, she prepped again and held her stance firm as she saw him zipping past trees headed straight for her...

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

He didn't know exactly what had come over him, he had reacted on instinct...striking first, trying to make the most of his limited reserves of energy. The strike with his new arm had been much much more than he had expected...and even more surprising, the blade hadn't been able to cut into it.

The elf woman had been launched inconveniently ahead of him, giving him no choice but to chase as he didn't want to risk a protracted battle in his condition. He was naturally right-handed, making his next attack more than clumsy and extremely inaccurate as he struck out from right to left in a wide back-hand...hoping to use his arms length and the breadth of the strike to land a hit.

 

[hotassbitch12002]

As he approached, she swung. It clanged off his arm, just as he reached back and swung again. She deflected it better this time, but it still vibrated her sword through her arm. They danced in this manner, destroying the trees around them in the process, before one mistimed step caused her to swing over his head as he ducked.
He reached around, fully gripping her blade and sending it flying, followed by clutching her throat and slamming her back into a massive redwood.
Out of breath, they both glared at each other, as he had her pinned...

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

His left-hand had circled her thin elven neck fully...gently applying pressure as a constant threat, but not enough to hamper her breathing....for now. They were both panting, breathing hard from the fight, their hot flesh in the chill morning causing steam to drift off their forms. They were close, very close...close enough for him to finally get a good look at this beautiful elven warrioress...and she was beautiful. If he wasn't already hanging thick and heavy from the fight, just the look of her at any other time would of caused his manhood to swell.

"I told you it didn't have to be this way...." He lifted her lithe form easily against the tree as he drew in his 6'5 frame closer, his hardness brushing up against the inside of her thigh, causing an instant warm stirring of pleasure to rip through his adrenaline filled body...giving way to other thoughts as he let his eyes drop from hers, freely roaming across her form, admiring her curves...

 

[hotassbitch12002]

She felt a strong hatred for this creature, no longer a man but not quite a monster. Most of her anger stirred from the fact that she lost. She never lost. Her heavy breathing continued as the heat resonating from him warmed her.
Beads of sweat trickled down his body, as she felt her own drip down into her cleavage.
Ready for the worst, she felt his massive manhood twitch between her thighs.
Her body fuelled by adrenaline and rage, she was confused by the next thing she felt.
A moist drip, rolling from under her lower armor and down her bare elvin thigh....

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

The moist drip rolled down her thigh, creating a warm wet trail before stopping at his thick flesh throbbing hard against her exposed skin. He couldn't believe she was getting excited by this....but he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. They both knew that he wanted her...and she could do little about it.

He brought his eyes back up to hers as his right-hand found the circular clasp of her under armor, easily working it open with his deft fingers, letting the thick chain that held up the one side fall freely, the weight pulling the armor out of position, exposing her sex to him as he rubbed the broad mushroom shaped tip of his cock against her wet slit.


"Seems like you want this...." He grinned as he began to press into her, spreading her velvety lower lips open almost obscenely wide to accept him as his agile fingers worked their way to the northern folds of her pussy, softly gyrating over the tiny sensitive bud near the top, soliciting more warm moisture from within.

 

[hotassbitch12002]

"Don't you dare..." she begins to threaten, but quickly looses her words as he splits her open. The demon arm holding her into place, as he slides deeper in her than any man before. His other hand reaches up, unclasping the hook over her shoulder, first one than the other, tossing her war worn armor aside.
Her round, heaving tits bounce as he finally slides as deep as he can go...

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

He didn't think she would be able to take all of him..no human girl had...but he was somehow buried to the hilt inside the warm glove of her elven cunt as he held her pinned against the tree. The outline of his girth inside her could be seen across her taught and toned abs as it caused the flesh of her stomach to rise. Her thin frame was not made to take such big things. He had quickly stripped her of her armor as he kept her impaled , letting her large breasts hang free between them. Their supple forms bounced as he quickly unsheathed his weapon from her body , before driving it back in, pounding her small pussy over and over with his over-sized member.

 

[hotassbitch12002]

She took all he could give. He began to give her more knowing that she could take it. She tried to fight back with her legs but wound up just tucking them behind him. Her warm juice dripped down his shaft as the monster in his eyes fought to come out
Oh god! Was all she could moan. It was a prayer. But was it a prayer to her god, asking for forgiveness for being unfaithful to her liver back home, or a prayer to her new god, the big dicked monster giving her what she needed? Her god of war. Her new fuck god...

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

His balls began to ache with the need to release, the need to fill this elven beauty up with his hot seed as he continued to fuck her quim with abandon. His hand began to unconsciously tighten on her throat, squeezing ever more as he neared his release. He couldn't see it, but his eyes began to glow, his iris's taking on an ember hue behind their natural green, like a smoldering coal back-light.

"You know I'm going to cum inside you elf...empty my balls completely inside your womb...." He managed to pant out his words between heavy breaths as he neared the edge.

 

[hotassbitch12002]

She squeaked as his unnatural hand grasped her throat. He pounded into her harder and faster. She hated him but couldn't help but enjoy the pleasure. His heavy balls slapping against her slit.
He smiled the most evil of smiles as her tits bounced against him...

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

He could see the hate in her eyes, and it only drove him on further as he continued to thrust into her, like a stallion breeding a mare, He knew she couldn't deny enjoying him, enjoying his thick cock claiming and reclaiming her. Normally he was a gentle lover, he still knew that in the back of his mind, but for now something had come over him, something primal , unapologetic in its need to fuck into exhaustion....

....it was sudden, and hit him like a truck as his heavy full sacks clenched, sending a hot thick torrent of his seed rushing up through the long trunk of his shaft before erupting within the pinned and helpless elf. He held himself still as he continued to empty every last drop into her, his eyes never wavering from hers as he continued to pump her full as he throbbed and pulsed within.

 

[hotassbitch12002]

Oh god!!!"
She moaned as he grunted into her, pumping his hot seed deep inside her hungry womb. Over and over, his jizz spilled filling her tight cunt. Her screams echoed through the forest, as he came so much it squirted out of the sides as he continued to plunge into her

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

Her screams were a pleasant symphony to his ears, Tray'sen was ever the one to enjoy the appreciation of his efforts after all. Vanity wasn't something a person set aside just for the momentary pleasure of lust. In fact, vanity was the culprit for unintended romantic encounters more often than not.

His hips relaxed, letting his cock slide from the elf's sticky and well plowed slit, prompting the remainder of his copious amount of seed to begin to rain down from her gaping hole, gathering in a milky white puddle on the forest floor. The hand around her throat loosened its tight grip as he backed away, letting her down slowly to her knees in front of him. Tray'sen gave no illusions to his desires as he brushed the fat head of his only slightly wilted tool against the elf's soft pink lips. He wanted her to taste the mixture of her own fuck juices and his milk that coated his entire length. A sinister smirk unconsciously formed across his lips as he stared down directly into her eyes, wanting to glare into those gorgeous orbs as she did so.

 

[hotassbitch12002]

She didn't know what came over her as his eyes burned into hers. She felt physically weak, a feeling she never felt before, even after battle.
She watched him as he pushed his throbbing head deep into her mouth then down her throat. Force feeding their cum to her.

 

[Faithful_Shadow]

He was honestly surprised the elf could get her mouth around his girth as her lips strained to widen enough to allow his engorged member passage into her hot mouth. Tray'sen had little compassion for this elf warrioress that had drawn a blade on him, unprovoked, as he stuffed her throat full of his still semi-hard cock, she was deserving of what he was giving. The moist warmth of her mouth wasn't going to let him lose the lead filling his thick shaft anytime soon, and within moments of working his entire length inside her he could feel the blood rushing back to bring him to full attention once again.

There was no way she could draw breath around him, and he wanted his new elf fuck-toy for at least a little longer...so he let himself draw back out of her throat, keeping the fat head of his cock fully within her lips, giving her time to draw breath before ramming back down her throat in one long stroke. His still heavy and full balls bounced against her chin in a rhythmic smacking sound as he began to hammer her face-pussy, using the brutal oral fucking as a proxy punishment for attacking him.