Eye of the Prophecies
#1 of Eye of Prophecies
This is going to be an extremely long story so long as I can keep an interest in it. It may start out slow for now, but it will build up slowly and switch to different points of views from time to time.
Anyways, my first story like this so I hope you enjoy it.
The rays of the sun were quickly extinguishing from the valley of the Kingin mountain range, where the village of Irihin stands, a highly prosperous and fabled town between the elves, setoneko, and humans. Whomever did not live in Irihin were either poor or were born in another village. Irihin was labeled for the occurrence when the sun was setting, when the rays of the sun would reflect off of the surrounding landscapes, and Irihin was the focal point of the reflect, seemingly bathing the surrounding plains and village in a golden light, as if everything was stopped in time and frozen in a mass of gold. Of course it was just how it looked and not the case, but it was a truly beautiful site to behold. The village was full of marvels and surrounding marvels. Such is why the Kingin mountains were named after the Irihin village, as history was written. To the west of the village was the marveled Teru river. It was marveled because the river would start out at the tip of the Kingin mountain next to the village, in the form of the end of a diamond five feet across, and would steadily grow wider. The river looped about as if it were an uncoiled snake for five miles traveling down the mountain, and ending at what was labeled the Shinja pools, for at the end of the river before it traveled underground again, was a massive pool in the shape of a snake's head. Despite the natural phenomenon around the various races, there was one that only the elves dared to defy. Next to the Teru river, due west of Irihin, was the fabled forest of darkness, the eternal twilight forest, the Hakumei forest.
None dared to enter the fabled and haunted forest, for it is said that even in broad daylight, the trees blotched out the sun and cast the forest in eternal twilight. Only elves would appreciate such a beauty as that, but even the race of elves would be few to enter the forest, and even fewer to return with stories, for despite the fact that most elves would return, most would refuse to speak about what was inside of the forest, and those of the few who did, would explain about evil monsters and lurking demons. Humans with their naivety would believe the words of the else, and called the forests haunted and cursed, and that any who would venter in would either become mad, or die inside of the forest. That perturbed some of the elves curiosity, and as if it were amusing to travel into the forest to explore the fright of the humans, they would enter and return with taunt tongues, speaking only when asked about the forest, and sometimes avoiding the conversation.
The man who was now walking along the Teru rivers bank, however, had other ideas. He was not technically a man, but a male elf. His boots barely making a noise while he waded through two feet deep water on the bank of the Teru river. His waterproof leather boots doing their job and keeping his feet dry while he walked, or seemingly walked through the river. Despite the resistance of water tension, he retained a dignified grace while even walking through the Teru river's shallows.
The male elf stood tall at a size of six foot two inches. His body build was of a medium size full of sinewy muscle well defined chest, shoulders, and arms. As an elf, he had long white hair, unlike the silver hair of elders. For the most part, the tall elf revealed much of his smooth white skin of his arms and legs with unconstrained clothing. Upon his torso was a simple silk shirt, covered by a green tunic, embroidered with gold threads. He worse dark forest green shorts ending at his knees with similar in style with his tunic. his legs were covered with his leather boots. Across his back was a well cared and beautiful black yew bow. A quiver full of white swan feathers also adjourned his back. Below the black yew bow was a thin scabbard with a long but thin blade with a hand and a half hilt. Upon the pommel was an amber stone that was clenched in the metallic mouth of a dragon. The guard was a mass of vines ending on either side of two leaves.
The weapons upon the elf's back could only be compared to his exotic looks. His eyes were snake-like in appearance with thin slanted black iris' and golden brown puples. Below his mesmerizing eyes were thing masculine lips. He had a slightly angeled face, giving the elf a slightly more ferocious appearance. He had all-in-all a dangerous and yet gentle appearance, as if his race canceled out most of his ferocity. His majestic form made it so only the most daring of female would approach him, for he chose his own mates, devoid of race. Setuneko or human were just as capable as elves to be pleasurable to him.
While lost in his thoughts, the elf walked ever closer to the Shinja pools, and felt steam wisping across his face. Ahead the water of the Shinja pools was close to an underground magma pool, which made the pools a prime spot for a bathing area, but the looming Hakumei forest kept only the people who had the resolve to be so close to the forest. To confirm his thoughts with his excellent hearing, came a humming tune. The voice was unmistakably feminine, and the elf's curiosity began to sink in when the voice grew louder. The elf extricated himself from the water and slowly approached a boulder. The male elf crept up to the boulder, and veered right where there was shrubbery that would cover his form from the site of anyone below in the Shinja pools. As he approached, his hand reached out and gently pulled the leaves away, allowing his snake-like eyes to peer forward to see the origin of the female voice. He crouched there, half expecting to see a female elf bathing in the pool.
As he had expected, the figure was that of a female, but instead of smooth skin and pointy ears, there was a mass of soft looking fur. It had an array of mixed colors on the back of varying blacks, browns, and caramel colors. When she turned towards him, the female had white fur from the base of her shoulders down to her ample breasts, across her stomach and through the junction of her legs.
It was at this point of the elf's observations that the setuneko was naked, and he could see with his eyesight, the perky nipples and the pink exposure between her legs, as if he was standing five feet away from her. He stared at the figure of the setuneko. She had long slim legs, a flat trim stomach, and full ample breasts. She had cat ears, and long eye lashes above her cat-like eye. As he looked further down, she had a round muzzle with a large black nose and white whiskers. Whenever she hummed the tune he first heard, he could see rows of white pointed teeth. As he watched, the setuneko turned away from him and he was presented with her back with soft curves and wide hips. He also saw the brown tail with a black tip. Below the tail he could barely discern her tailhole which was surrounded by a round muscled ass. Her cheeks parted at the base, allowing the elf to see her pink nakedness of her vaginal lips.
For whatever reason, the setuneko fumbled around with her hands and then leaned forward, plunging her hands into the water. The elf was able to fully see her vaginal lips, and how they parted slightly, revealing a small portion of her inner vaginal muscles. The elf shifted slightly while he watched, almost unbelieving that he was being aroused at the sight of the female's body. It was a curse that he damned with all his heart. When he was born, his race had forced him through magic, to become easily aroused and increase the need for him to mate whenever the chance arose, or he was presented before a woman. It was due to the decrease in the elf population, he was their solution, by making him nothing more than a lustful dog, to find a suitable mate and have her conceive a child before moving on to another woman.
That curse had taken effect whenever he laid his eyes on the setuneko, and he was silently cursing his clan for this torture. He felt perspiration cover his brow, not from the springs, but from the urges exerting themselves from his groin. His semi-erect cock jerked into almost full awareness when the cat-woman began to rub a soap covered hand across the flesh of her pussy. The elf swallowed, resisting his primal urges to stand and approach the setuneko. Unmoving from his cover, watching the feline whenever she started to stroke her breasts with her soapy hands. The elf groaned and sputtered words of hatred towards the magic afflicting his body. he wished nothing more than to leave, but he stayed, and waited like a tiger talking its prey, waiting for its chance to catch its prey off-guard.
The setuneko jerked her head up in response to his thoughts, and stared directly at his area, almost as if she could see him as plain as he saw her. This all in spite of the bush hiding his form. For a long pause, which seemed to last forever, the elf stayed in his crouching position, motionless, a statue in the woods. The long pause seemed to drag on for hours, while only it was a couple of minutes, but the setuneko stood stock still while staring. Neither of them moved for what seemed like ages, and then finally, with an exhale of a breath from the elf, the setuneko turned away and waded towards the bank where her clothing and robe was situated.
The elf swallowed the saliva that had captured in his mouth from the long pause. Without warning the elf heard a distant crack of a stick, and the disturbance in the air from an arrow. The arrow flew straight and true, hitting its target, the female setuneko, on the shoulder. There was a howl of pain from the female feline. She stayed upright for only a few seconds. She staggered forward and collapsed on the bank, her torso against the sandy bank, her legs and tail in the Shinja pools.
The elf acted on impulse, his former arousal extinguished by the pain in the female's voice. With supreme precision and stealth, the elf pulled the black yew bow in front of him and stringed it. Notching an arrow to the taunt string, the elf pulled on the yew bow and paused, halfway to the capacity of his bow and waited. His patience and stealth rewarded him when six black robed figures stalked out from the canopy of the Hakumei forest. The elf watched as one notched another arrow to a bow, the one no undoubtedly used to shoot the female. He held it at the ready in front of him, as if preparing to shoot the female once more. He never got the chance to.
The elf had little tolerance for evil deeds and wrong-doings. Without pause or consideration for their motives, the elf pulled his bow to its limits and aimed with a white goose feather next to his eye. With steady hands and hawk-eyes, he released the notched arrow, and it sliced through the air. Before the bow beast could react to the noise of the loosed arrow, it embedded itself where its right eye socket would be. He fell without uttering a sound, save for when his body crumpled to the ground. A split second before the body crumpled to the ground, another arrow flew forth and found its mark in the hood of a second warrior. Two more arrows followed before the final two reacted, and by then, the other four were all killed by arrows that procured from the inside of their hoods.
The elf jumped from the bushes after re-securing his bow to his back which only took another few seconds, by which time, the last two warriors were standing, one with a broken rusted blade, and the other unarmed. The elf reached behind his back and gripped the hand-and-a-half sword, pulling it from its scabbard. Unlike what any other blade might look like, this blade was white. The dim light now over the Kingin mountains produced a fire effect on the sword, making it glow as if it were molten steel. With his blade now produced, the elf crouched, ready to strike with a quick jab. He held himself and spoke in a soft tone of voice to the two remaining warriors, "What is is that you soaked your arrow head in? I can find out on my own, but that will only waist time after you two are dead.
He did not expect an answer, but to his dim surprise, the unarmed black robed figure spoke. It sounded like rusting spikes hitting a hollow pole and was painful to listen to, "We use the draumer kopa on her of our damned tribe. She is to be our pet for the few of our remaining tribe who demand a female harlot." The second black robed figure took the pause between words to lunge at the elf, blade stretched in front of him to pierce the elf's heart. This was already expected, and was met with an upwards slash, severing both arms from the elbow down. The elf pulled back as the robed warrior was still falling towards him and jabbed forward, piercing the black hood straight through the neck. The bodies collided, but the elf did not topple over, and merely pushed the body off of him and away. Black drops of blood were spilled across his face and shoulders.
The elf peered at the final, unarmed black robed warrior who had spoken to him. The elf stayed crouched and looked between the setuneko to the robed warrior and he spoke again, "Now you will die, I don't let vile creatures escape. Remember this as you fall into the void for the crimes you have committed, and would have committed in the future." The elf rushed the robed warrior, and held his blade close to his body to allow quick movements. This was needed when the black robed warrior produced a dagger from his robes and dodged the first jab. He raised the dagger high into the air and was about to slash the elf across his neck. The elf twisted his wrist and slashed to his right, cutting clean through the warrior's shoulders and cutting it off from the rest of its body. The dagger fell behind the severed man's body and his head soon followed.
The elf produced the blade in front of his face and pulled up his crouched position, flicking his arm to his side at the same time to remove the black blood covering his sword. He sheathed his blade and turned away from the dead bodies, making his way to the bank of the Shinja pools, and the unconscious female's naked form. She had twisted before she fell, and it was probably a good thing that she did, for she was breathing slowly and gently. The elf extended his arms and placed one in the water, reaching under knees, and the other arm reaching to the base of her shoulder. He easily pulled the feline out of the water as if she was nothing more than wet paper. He cradled her against his chest and turned away from the water, walking away from the dead bodies and to his right, towards the rock he had first come from. The elf walked up to the large boulder and set the feline down gently on her back.
Turning around, the elf walked back to the six bodies arrayed in their own special way. Four with arrows extending from their black hoods, one with a missing arm and head, and the other completely missing his shoulders and everything up. The elf chose to examine one of the dead with the arrow piercing its eye socket. The elf wanted to waste as little time as possible and pulled the hood back without any consideration for what lay below. The expression on the elf's face went from shocked to reserved. A single word was muttered, "Ragnikai." The elf pulled the hood back over so that it was covered in shadows again. The boil covered gray skin, mottled with the black blood that spurted earlier from its eye socket. The open mouth with yellow grotesque teeth. The Ragnikai were inbred and of the most ugly creatures in the world.
The elf grabbed the five carcasses and pulled them into a circle around the Ragnikai that he had killed last, piling them around the already black pool of blood around the body. The elf muttered a quick spell and set the bodies on fire. There was no need to bury them, better to leave them to scavengers after they finished burning. The area around them was covered with sand with no overhanging trees, so the fire could not spread. The elf remembered from the earlier battle that he had cut off one of the Ragnikai's blood and it splattered on his face and tunic. He quickly walked over to the bank of the Shinja pools and splashed his face with the invigorating heat, washing his face clean. He muttered another spell to remove the blood from his tunic. With that task complete, he stood and turned back to the setuneko, walking up to the feline and once more picking her up in his arms and resting her against his chest. For the next ten minutes, he walked at quick pace, setting as much distance between him and the Ragnikai so that when the woman would wake up, she would not have to worry about danger. At one point, the elf found a tree that had fallen over the span of the river, and with ease crossed it without incident. Now on the opposite bank and further away from the Hakumei forest, the elf stopped next to the Teru river and gently set the feline down on a soft patch of dirt.
The elf turned away from the woman and walked away from the bank of the Teru river, scouting around, trying to find large branches and possibly dead trees to use as firewood. The elf stumbled upon a skinny but tall pine tree. With an effortless kick, he separated the pine tree from its roots, leaving a dead stump behind. The pine tree was ten yards tall but only half a foot wide. The elf let the dead pine tree fall to the ground. Using leverage and the sole power of his legs, he broke the tree in pieces by lifting it from the top and traveling down. With that accomplished, the elf gathered all the necessary amount of wood needed to make a large fire, and more than that as well to fuel it into the night in case he needed to cook.
Walking back to the feline, the elf placed the firewood down and dug a small hole in the sand before slowly stacking the wood in a neat square form, one piece of wood on top of the other. In place of kindling that he did not pick up, he uses the dry bark from the pieces of the tree itself, placing it in the center of the square. The elf pulled a small amount of flint from his sash, in order to create sparks, the elf struck a rock against a small dagger he had hidden in his boot and created a spark that slowly spread along the coiled flint at the center of the kindling. The elf blew on the burning coils, encouraging the flames to spread which quickly ignited on the bark. Minutes later, the fire was crackling and spreading along all of the wood. The elf threw another piece on the fire for good measure and turned back to the feline. Now came to climax of the previous situation. He had to remove the arrow from her shoulder and mend the flesh and bone that the arrow had parted.
Silently the elf walked over to the setuneko and sat on her left side where the arrow was embedded into her shoulder. Her fur was mottled with blood from the wound, but by now the blood flow had stopped and she was in no immediate danger of bleeding less the arrow was removed in the conventional means. The elf however was practiced in the healing arts. That and a bit of ingenuity he had a way to remove the arrow while healing the wound quickly and without too much energy drain. The elf lowered his face forward, next to the swell of her breast. He paid no heed to any other part of her body save for the arrow at this point. For a few quiet moments the elf did nothing except studied. Then, his voice echoed around him, reverberating with power as he sung an ancient and long forgotten language. He sang to the metal of the arrow head, and the wood of the arrow shaft. He also sang to the woman's shoulder bone that had been scratched. To the torn muscles in her shoulder, and finally to her skin. The arrow seemed to simply glide out of her skin, while in its midst, the felines shoulder muscles twisted and reset themselves to their proper attachments, the skin quickly filling behind the arrow. When the tip of the arrow was removed, the skin below it was already healed. The elf shot his hand forward and caught the arrow in his hand, snapping it like a twig and tossing the end with the arrow head into the fire.
With all the necessities out of the way with a few moments to relax, the elf relaxed into a sitting position with his right knee pulled towards his body and right arm resting on his knee. Despite himself, and wanting to keep himself from thinking about the setuneko, the elf looked out of the corner of his eye to the female, and observed her. Her fur by now was quickly drying, almost completely so. She was breathing gently, chest rising and falling, breasting rising tantalizingly on intake of breath. The elf felt heat course through his body once again. He shook his head and turned away, trying hard to push his thoughts away from the feline. For a few seconds he was successful, controlling his breathing and calming his oddly timed heartbeat. Then his will to keep his self control faltered, and his body rebelled. He was assaulted hard by the need for sexual release. His breathing soon turned ragged and his heart beat rapidly when he looked at the felines face, the soft curve of her muzzle, down to the hollow of her throat, and finally to the swell of her large breasts. The site of her perky nipples caused the elf to loose call self control.
He watched silently as his arm reached and touched the felines breast. By this time all resistance to the spells upon his body were crushed. His body lowered towards the feline and he reached forward, gently cradling her breasts in his hands. Placing his hands over her breasts, he could feel her perky nipples pressed against his skin. The elf began to roll her breasts, fondling them in his hands. The unconscious female gave a exhale of breath, but otherwise quiet. The elf paid no heed to the sound and lowered his head towards the soft white fury and the perky pink nipple below. He captured the nipple within his mouth, rolling his tongue around the small bead of flesh, sucking on it gently. Under his mouth the nipple hardened more and he moved to her right breast, repeating the process of licking and sucking her large ample breasts. His left hand moved to the abandoned breast. The elf squeezes the felines nipple and twisted it. Soft moans of pleasure escaping the girl's mouth. With his right hand, the elf moved his hand across her stomach, directly between her legs. The feline mewled at the soft touch and her legs spread out and open, barring her pussy.
The elf did not stop to question if the feline was awake or not and reached towards her pussy, placing his open palm against the hot orifice. He slid his middle finger along her lips, feeling the damp wetness of the girl's arousal. His finger traveled from the base all the way up to her clit. Every time he reached her clit he paused to rub and pinch it vigorously, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the feline. After repeating the process, the elf felt her juices flowing much faster than before and decided to act. He left her breast, stood and walked between the feline and leaned upon his knees. He reached forward and grasped her hips, pulling her closer. He then placed his hands under her knees and pulled her legs up and over his shoulders. Once more he grasped her hips and raised them up to his shoulders, pushing his body forward more. The elf found the girl's pussy in front of his face and he paused.
The wild scent of the felines pussy washed over the elf, his nose assaulted by the girl's arousal. The elf's tongue extended out from between his lips and dipped towards the wet pussy. When tongue met pussy, the elf experienced her taste, a tangy honeyed fruit. Unlike anything he had ever tasted before, and he began to lick at her exposed pussy lips, demanding more for the juices and flavor. The girl's pussy was swollen, her lips extended outwards like a blooming flower, exposing the soft flesh of her pussy below. The pleasure from the elf's tongue quickly brought the felines juices out, lathering the elf's tongue with more of her exotic flavor. The elf tongued the felines pussy a bit longer before he could feel her pussy convulse. Her tail twitched rapidly back and forth and he could feel her body shake. The elf licked all the more harder, demanding her cum to bath his tongue in her taste. With a roar of pleasure, the feline came hard on his tongue, pussy contracting violently. The elf licked the feline until her orgasm subsided, soaking his mouth and chin with her juices.
The elf was still not satisfied, having not achieved his own orgasm and leaned back. He pulled her legs from his shoulders and placed her back against the ground. He placed a hand at her swollen pussy lips and pushed his index finger against the tight opening. He felt it constrict, refusing his entrance. The elf barely noticed, pushing his finger into her resisting tunnel without further incident. The feline gave a whimper of pain and whispered, "No master, please, not my virginity. No! Please don't whip me!" She fell into a mass of sobbing. The elf stared at the woman with a blank stare and reached under her back, careful to hold onto her shoulders and turned her over. His previous demands became out-weighed by what the girl whispered, and now by what he saw.
Her words were quickly true. When he turned her over and looked at her back without his arousal clouded his judgment, he was appalled to see the state of her back. He had to have missed the various scars on her back while he was looking over her curves and body shape. The sight was grotesque. There were old, healing, and fresh scars across her back. The fur was gone in the spots of the old scars, and the elf stared with a growing rage while he gently placed his hand across the felines back, slowly trekking his hand slowly across her back. There was the unmistakable heat and sticky feel of blood. A mewl of pain escaped from the woman and he slowly pulled his hand just so that it was hovering above her back. He muttered a few words of healing, fueling the spell with energy from his body. It was a minimal task to heal the fresh wounds, but no doubt it would bring her great amounts of relief. The elf pulled the girl over after healing the lacerations and skin back to their original state, and raised her torso up and placed her head gently against his chest, cradling her shoulders. His lips moved and his voice reverberated throughout the clearing, "Awaken, little one." He watched the felines eyes flutter once and slowly open, looking up towards his.