Eye of the Prophecies- Chapter 2
#2 of Eye of Prophecies
You are going to have to excuse me. I originally intended to put everything into one chapter, but it was longer than I expected...so I decided to break up the next chapter into two parts. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I already have most of Part 2 thought out in my head and should be typing it fairly soon. Do, however, enjoy Eye of the Prophecies, Chapter 2- Part 1: Delight of the Elves. And of course the next piece of the story shall be Part 2: Acrimony of the Elves. * * *
Eye of Prophecies- Chapter 2 Delight and Acrimony of the Elves: Part 1, Delight The sensations were incredible. That was the only way to describe how her body reacted to the sensations it received. Every nerve ending seemed to be alive on her body, and it reached into her clouded mind. She could feel everything that happened to her; the way euphoria flowed through her body, the overwhelming pleasure that made her blood run through her veins like molten lava, and the way her body convulsed. It made her shiver and twitch, such ecstatic ecstasy. Then came the pain, the stabbing into her folds, violating her most prized and possibly only possession that she had left to herself. Memories of her abusive master quickly flooding her mind. All the beatings she received for defying his wishes to take her purity, and the way she hesitated to please him through means of her mouth. Through the hellish torment of having to remember her abominable past, another pain came from her back, and fright coursed through her that she must be to suffer another whipping for her pleading. She was surprised, however, there was no cracking whip, no yelling demands to demean her, nor even a hint of hitting intent. Instead, she felt the pain dissipate, being replaced by a soothing splash of relief, like her back was dipped in a cool creek. No more than a minute after the pain ebb away from her back, a masculine voice ripped her away from the darkness clearing away the haze that she could not escape from. The voice was adamant and as if commanded by an unknown force, she began to open her eyes. She could not see at first, her eyes blurred like a film of gel covered her eyes. She could, however, feel the pliable yet unyielding flesh of an arm around her torso, holding her close to the being. The other hand considerately held the base of her head against the warmth of what could be considered another body. The thick film that covered her vision died away. The loss of light from around her made it easier for her eyes to adjust. The only light came from the glow of a fire. From the way she was held, she was leaned away from the body, as if to purposefully have her look at the fire. The woman felt her body tense. She had yet to see the person behind her. Sluggishly she turned her head over to peer at the embodiment that was holding her to its warmth. When her head finished tilting over to the left. One half of her vision was filled with a division of green fabric and a thin well-defined face. It was clearly masculine and she pulled her head away to get a better view. The first thing that she saw were the pointed ears and the snake-like eyes. She stared deeply into those lustrous eyes. The firelight played upon the golden iris of his eyes, making them glimmer with a brilliant amber. They both stared at each other for a length of time, breaking off of his fiery gaze, the woman explored his face, noticing the long snow white hair drifting down behind his shoulder. His face was angular like a cat, pointed inwards slightly. His brow was covered with thin snow white eye lashes. He had high rigid cheeks set with a firm jaw. Her body heated up when her eyes settled upon his thin masculine lips atop his smooth chin. By far, this was the most attractive man, or rather elf, that the woman had ever laid eyes on. Looking at his features up close made her heart pound, the voluptuous smile plastered upon his lips. Her breath came in slow deep breaths, her breasts heaving in the air, her blood heating from that smile. Those eyes burning into hers, as if he sought something and she was the only person who might be able to give it to him. While staring at his hungry eyes, she did not recognize that she was breathing through her nose. Suddenly, however, she could smell his vitality, his essence, the full force of his masculinity. The smell alone made her body shiver in a hidden excitement, her pussy clenching, waiting for the fulfillment of her desires. Despite reasoning and sound thoughts, all the female wanted was for the elf to crush his lips against hers and grasp and explore her body with his rough hands. The woman whimpered at the thoughts she was having, feeling the desire spreading throughout her body, and seeing the evident look of satisfaction upon the elf's face. It all confused her and made her scared. Without conscious thought or consideration that she might end up hurting herself in the long shot, the woman lay in his arms and thought how she could escape. Her heart was pounding in her ears, this time by fright and not her heightened sense of sexual desire. She was scared that this was the man who had attacked her before. She knew she had no clothing on, no way of hiding her body to the elf, she was bare and he probably saw everything that she had. Was he going to try and rape her, but make it seem like she accepted it? Was he trying to seduce her to make her want him? The answers to the questions were not given to her. The soft voice of the elf ran from his mouth like a babbling brook flowing over rocks, "What is your name little setuneko?" Her ears pricked up at this and then folded behind her head. She did not know why he was asking such a question, maybe it was he was probably just curious? The woman licked the thin black lips on her muzzle before speaking in a hushed whisper, "My name is Anya. What do people call you?" There was a short breathless pause as she waited for his response. Secretly despite her earlier thoughts, his voice was soothing, but she still remained alert, until his voice sounded again, "There is no reason to say my real name, but you may call me Evenstar." Anya was dissatisfied with that answer. She had given him her name, but he withheld his own. Did he have something to hide? Anya then began to think about a way to escape the close confinement she was trapped in and whispered, "Do you mind if I stand up and stretch?" The elf shrugged and complied, pulling his knees into a kneeling position, then into a standing position, raising her into the air until she was able to stand on her own weight. Her legs were in a vacillating state, unsure if they should support her weight or not. Minutes later, she was walking freely. It was easier to just walk and shake off the groggy feeling she had accumulated earlier from the mix of her sexual attraction to the elf, and her waking up from whatever had affected her. Anya did not know if she should even question 'Evenstar' or not as to if he was the one who attacked her or not. There would be no reason why he would give out that information openly, and the fact that he hid his real name also seemed suspicious. Once more, Anya licked her thin black lips and saw near the fire, Evenstar's weapons. She was never good with a bow and arrow, and the only time she had even touched a sword she was whipped twenty times for attempted stealing of a knights weapon. But this time was different. She was in the wild with an elf after being attacked earlier by whatever it was that happened. Circumstances were too convenient for him, he had to of been the one to attack her. And he was probably trying to seduce her like she previously thought. Wary not to look at Evenstar's weapons for a long period of time, Anya made sure he would not suspect her. He was not within reach of his weapons, and she might be fast enough to pick up the sword and have it out before he would be upon her. This was her only option, and she swallowed hard before looking at Evenstar. His eyes were impassive now, watching her movements, and studying her. It was as if his previous signs of arousal were just an illusion, he was watching her for the slightest hint of attraction to his weapons. Anya decided that there would be no opening for her to grab the sword. Evenstar was undoubtedly a battle hardened warrior. In order to throw off his guard, even if by a little bit, Anya decided to try and lull him into a false security with conversation. This would also be a good time to try and figure out something about the elf. She was about to speak, but he cut her off, as if he knew she was going to speak, "Are you a slave?" The question was not one she was prepared for, and it was so sudden, it caused a pause in her shifting eyes and she turned of her head fully towards him. Anya looked around embarrassed, not knowing if she should answer that. Anya sighed, "I-I...yes I am a slave." Without a moment's hesitation, the elf spoke once more, "Who is your master then?" Anya stared at the elf, confusion evident on her brow. Why would he need to know the name of her master? She decided to voice that question, "My master? Why would you want to know his name?" Again, the elf had an answered prepared. This made the hair on the base of Anya's neck stick up and she stared at him long and hard, contemplating his next words, "Because I wish to purchase you from him." Anya stared at Evenstar for what seemed like hours, neither moving from their respective spots. While standing there, Anya felt Evenstar's golden eyes watching hers. She had no response at all. She had never been in such a situation as this. He could not be telling the truth...there was no way anyone would want to buy a slave from another person. If he wanted a slave he could simply got to a slave auction. Anya opened her muzzle to speak, but closed her muzzle a moment later, unable to say anything. Another moment later she whispered, "Why do you want to buy me?" This time, Evenstar did not respond quickly, instead, he walked towards her with long strides, reaching her before Anya had a chance to pull away and grasped her back, pulling her bare chest against his tunic covered chest. Anya tried to scream in fright. She managed an barely audible scream, and her mouth was covered by Evenstar's mouth. His masculine lips pressed hard against her muzzle. Her paranoia was almost crushed beneath her desire at the touch. She had wanted his lips against hers, crushing her to him. Evenstar pulled away from her for a fraction of a second, readjusting his head. Anya gave a gasp and again her mouth was crushed against his. There was no thinking at this point, only the feeling of his lips against hers. Her body felt so cold, even though it was so hot. The only warmth she seemed to get was from Evenstar's sovereign frame. She pushed her hips against his, grinding her naked hips against his own. As soon as it started, Anya felt her head pulled away from his, and forced to look in his eyes. Her own reflecting the unfulfilled desire that he filled her with, and easily she could see the unmistakable look of sexual temptation. Evenstar merely spoke in a soft manner, as if his words did not mean anything, "I wish to own you for myself." Anya yelled and pushed against Evenstar, yanking herself from his grip. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and she dove for his sword, reached out in the dark grabbing it from the dust, yanking the sword from its scabbard. She had never thought a sword could feel so light. She felt off balanced and the sword was improper for her. Despite that, this was her only chance to try and escape from the elf without getting killed immediately. Anya pointed the sword towards the elf, and was surprised to see him just standing there, letting her wield his sword freely. Instead of action, he talked, "Put the sword down Anya, if you want to know the truth, you were attacked earlier by six Ragnikai. I killed them all and brought you here, away from where the corpses are burning. I removed the arrow from your shoulder and mended your flesh. You were afflicted by a drug called draumr kopa and rendered unconscious for the most part. The fact remains though that I wish to buy you from your master. When I found the wounds on your back, I determined that he was unfit to have a slave." Taken aback by his words, Anya was left staring at him. He wanted to save her from her master because she was whipped by him? Anya never once lowered the sword and stared idly by, trying to make sense of his words. To know if he was telling the truth about the Ragnikai, she would have to go to the Shinja pools. Something else clawed its way into her mind, "Just what are Ragnikai?" Anya heard a reluctant sigh from Evenstar and she saw his eyes flicker with a deep resentment, "About three hundred years ago while I still in my training, a ground of elves reasoned that humans were a blight and abomination upon the world. The reasoning itself was deniable for we collaborate with humans and trade openly with them. These elves refused to listen to reason and without any consent from the elves high courts, the king, or the council of sages, they attacked a small village and killed all the inhabitants that weren't elves. Even setuneko slaves were not spared." Evenstar took a short breath before continuing, "For those atrocious acts, the humans viewed the attack as a full attack by the elves on human civilization. Through politics we barely managed to veer the paths of history away from a war. A treaty was signed, and all followers of what we called the Ragnikai, or the Cursed Ones, were banished from our race. Every single elf who despised the Ragnikai, condemned them with a spell to never be allowed to return to civilization, and be disfigured for every generation to come. To be honest, the punishment was harsh, but so was their actions. You came close enough to the Hakumei forest where the boundaries of the spell are not effective. If I had no been there, you would have become their sex slave for the rest of your life." Anya stared at the elf. She had let her guard down immensely, not even noticing how Evenstar came to block most of her vision. She was unable to notice the shaking of her hand, and the sword threatening to drop from her grasp. Then she felt the warmth of the elf's hand covering her own. She gasped and looked up into his eyes when he relinquished the weapon from her grasp. There was such a look of softness in his eyes while he looked down upon hers and she felt her heart skip a beat and her legs shake violently. The metallic grinding of his sword entering the scabbard did not break their eye contact, and when the sword was properly away, he tossed it back towards his bow next to the fire. Standing there, she felt that same sense of elation enter her body. As if by looking into those two snake-like orbs of his was making her float in the sky. Her breathing became husky, unable to stop the short pants. His hand had never left hers, and she felt the warmth of his other hand placed upon her left cheek. Anya shook openly in front of him, feeling her legs barely being able to hold her weight. There came a feeling of actually rising into the air, and found herself being hoisted by her waist into the air. Evenstar pulled her hips against his and he smiled with a libidinous intention evident upon his face. Upon instinct, Anya wrapped her legs around his hips, as if following a silent command. She peered into his eyes once more and felt her body being lowered towards the ground, back connecting with a soft patch of dirt. Never taking her eyes off of his own, Anya could feel her folds dampen with the urgency of being taken by the elf. Barely containing herself, Anya wrapped her arms around Evenstar's neck and looked at him with carnal eyes. She saw his reaction spread across his lips, the smile of satisfaction. The broke her constraints, and Anya pulled her muzzle up, pushing her lips against his hard, shoving her rough tongue up, trying to invade his mouth. Evenstar did not try and stop her, opening his mouth to her assault. She immediately shoved her tongue inside of his mouth, seeking his own. She met resistance and felt his tongue coil around hers. They both wrestled against the others tongue, and in the heat of the kiss, she gave a gasp and lost ground against Evenstar's invading tongue. The gasp was caused by his rough hands grasping her soft supple breasts and squeezing them. Now both of their tongues were fighting inside of Anya's muzzle. Anya could not contain the moan of pleasure from Evenstar's invading tongue and his hands twisting and pinching her erect nipples. Anya shoved her hands across his back, cascading over the fabrics of his shirt, the black fur of her palms pushed against the firm muscles on his back. Anya growled against Evenstar's tongue and felt him pull away from her mouth. He leaned upwards so that his torso was up in the air and reached down, crossing his arms and curling his arms around his green tunic and white silk shirt. Anya gave a mewl of desire and wished to rip the clothes from his clothes and feel his bare skin, but she refrained from the action and was soon rewarded with his bare chest, rippling with sinewy muscle. She waited patiently and licked her lips nervously when Evenstar unbuckled his brown leather belt and removed his shorts from his around his waist, letting his manhood free from its cage. Anya gasped at the size, and stared at his cock wantonly. She had not expected such a large member erect in front of her. Evenstar leaned down, and broke Anya away from staring at his massive cock, once more leaning over her. Almost immediately, she pushed her hand hands against his chest giving a purr of pleasure at the heat of his skin against her open palms. Barely containing herself, Anya wrapped her legs around Evenstar's hips, pushing her own upwards. She achieved what she was aiming for, and ground her damp exposed pussy against Evenstar's cock. She gave an excited purr of apprehension and slid her hips along his length. She should have been nervous about the size and about the fact that she was giving her virginity to an elf she barely knew, but it felt so right. His body was made for hers, or at least that is what she thought to herself was the case. His musky scent and powerful presence drove away her fright of pain, and replaced it with the want for uncontrollable pleasure. She wanted his cock to pound relentless against her cunt over and over again. Evenstar seemed to react to her every dirty thought. Anya felt his hot breath against her breast and looked towards his head above her breast. He blew tantalizingly against her breast and her nipple stuck out from her breast. Anya moaned and moved her hands towards his head, grasping his snow white hair in her hands and pulled down hard. His mouth encased her supple breast and the nipple he had been blowing upon. The erect beat of flesh was soon being sucked upon, drawing soft moans of delight from Anya who had her eyes closed to the pleasure. Evenstar repeated the process on the other breast and bite each nipple gently before moving down to the swell of her breasts, kissing around each breast. Anya whined with need and rubbed her hips harder against his thick cock. Anya felt his hard skin rubbing against her clit, making her vulva swell open like a blossoming flower. Evenstar gripped her hips and pushed them down from his cock, generating a growl from Anya, which soon became a soft purr. She felt Evenstar's mouth travel across her white furred belly and down towards her thighs. She felt him kiss around her legs, rubbing the curves of her body and explore her bottom with rough hands. Everything felt erotic, but Anya grew more and more restless, pushing her pussy into the air, trying to find his mouth, and every time he would pull away. Anya whimpered at his teasing and spoke in a frustrated voice, "Please...I need it." This seemed to only improve the level of Evenstar's teasing and he spoke in that same calm voice that he always had, "You need what, Anya?" Anya growled in response and felt her toes curl in anticipation. Through clenched teeth she whispered, "Please lick my pussy! I need it!" Anya gasped when she felt a stinging sensation upon her bottom where Evenstar spanked her. "Be patient Anya." This elicited another whimper from Anya, and she rotated her hips around, waving her pussy in front of his mouth. She wanted his tongue to explore her folds and give her even a small satisfaction from the fire burning inside of her loins. Anya spoke once more, "Please Evenstar, lick me, will you please lick me?" Not knowing what else might appease to his liking, Anya kept waving her pussy in the air, and was rewarded with Evenstar's soft tongue sliding across her opened folds. Anya moaned in pleasure and pushed her hips farther, keeping his tongue close to her open vulva. Evenstar began to slowly lick along her pussy, and Anya would gasp with joy each time his tongue would slide across her engorged clit. Anya was about to grasp his head with her hands and get him to do more. Before she could, Evenstar wrapped his arms around her legs, pulling her hips closer and stabbing his tongue against her pussy lips. Anya gasped and moaned in pleasure. Evenstar's tongue quickly slid along her folds and up to her clit once more. Anya bucked her hips against his exploring tongue and felt his mouth wrap around her clit, sucking hard upon her engorged flesh. Anya moaned loudly and felt her juices freely flow from her pussy and down towards her tail, soaking her mixed fur. A fire began to burn inside of her pussy and she felt her back arc into the air while Evenstar began to nibble her clit. Anya had no reasonable thought left as her second orgasm from Evenstar's tongue ripped through her body. Anya roared out loud into the silent forest, her liquids bursting from her swollen lips and against Evenstar's waiting mouth. Anya gasped at the warm touch of his two fingers sliding along her lips, getting wet from her orgasm. Her chest was heaving from the power of the orgasm and her vision dulled. For a second she saw the dark sky and stars, the next she saw his two fingers glistening with her juices. Evenstar moved them towards her muzzle. Without hesitation, she wrapped her rough tongue around his fingers, tasting herself on his flesh. The tangy spiced fruit flavor invading her mouth. Evenstar pulled his fingers from her mouth and pulled them down to her legs. With his right hand, he pulled her right knee up and to the side, exposing her pussy even more to his vision. He left hand moved down to his cock. He pushed his hips forward, coating the tip of his cock in her juices before presenting the head of his cock to her exposed pussy opening. Anya stared down at Evenstar and shook openly, scared at the pain that she might feel. Evenstar's voice radiated through her body and her doubts ebbed, "I promise you Anya that you will enjoy this. It will hurt in the beginning, but afterwards you will get your wish." Evenstar's eyes gleamed with a hidden amusement and he pushed the head of his cock against her folds. At first he felt resistance from her pussy, but he pushed harder and with the help of Anya's juices, managed to get the head of his cock inside of her pussy. Anya gasped in pain and felt her body stretched for the first time by a man. She felt a tear well up in her eye and whimpered pitifully. She felt a warmth on the side of muzzle and a thumb against the side of her eye, wiping away the tear. Anya stared up towards Evenstar's face and saw a look of sincerity. He was not acting rough, nor was he doing anymore than holding himself back. Anya swallowed the spit collecting in her mouth and nodded to him to continue invading her pussy. Evenstar merely pushed himself further into her. There was a lot of pressure while she was being stretched for the first time, but the pain was slowly receding. Anya felt the pressure increase rapidly. Something blocked Evenstar's invading member with only half of his cock inside of her folds. Anya whimpered and leaned her head back against the ground. She wanted to scream that he was too big, but she was unable to say anything when Evenstar began to push upon whatever it was that was stopping him from burying himself completely into her. Anya grunted and looked at Evenstar and saw him looking down at her eyes. He stopped when her eyes set upon his and waited. Anya breathed deeply and whispered, "This is what will hurt the most?" Evenstar merely nodded and Anya gulped again, "Could...could you lean down so I can hold onto you?" Evenstar only looked at her for a second, and leaned his body forward. Anya wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held his back in her hands. She dug her sharp finger nails against his firm back and buried her head inside the crook of his neck. She inhaled and exhaled with a shaky breath and pushed her muzzle against his flesh, opening her mouth to let her fangs glimmer in the pale light. She clenched her jaw against his shoulder and bite down gently. Evenstar did not seem perplexed and uncomfortable and when she was finally ready, flexed his hips backwards and for a second paused. Anya felt her heart beat rapidly for a few seconds before he stabbed his cock against her hymen, ripping through the thin barrier and burying his cock to the hilt into her pussy. White-hot pain flashed behind her eyes and her jaw clenched down hard upon Evenstar's shoulder, her finger nails tearing into his back. The copper taste of blood filling her mouth while her pussy throbbed and each time, pain flashed through her body. Minutes passed and neither of the pair did not move Anya finally released Evenstar's flesh from her mouth, and lapped at his skin with her tongue while his blood flowed from the vacated holes created by her fangs. Despite his composure, Anya could feel a slight tremor run down Evenstar's spine and he flexed his hips against hers. Instead of the immense pain she had felt when he buried himself deep within her body, it was not completely unpleasant. Anya nuzzled her head against the base of his jaw and pulled her hips back and pushed against his cock. The unpleasant feeling from before slowly turned into a dull pleasure. Anya began to thrust her hips against his cock, impaling herself with each thrust onto his cock. Evenstar began to react as well, thrusting against her hips in tune with her own thrusts. The dull pleasure soon turned into a raging fire, an orgasm building rapidly from the pleasure of both their hips thrusting against each other. Anya moaned intensely, thrusting her hips faster against Evenstar's hips, feeling her pussy clench tightly around his thrusting cock. Anya growled and felt another orgasm rip through her body. Her pussy spasming hard around Evenstar's cock. But he never stopped thrusting against her hips, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, the sound of flesh slapping on flesh became more audible while Evenstar began to pant with the increasing pleasure. Anya noticed this change and only pushed harder onto his hips. Her orgasm never stopping. It was all a constant orgasm. The intensity increased when Evenstar grabbed her hips with his hands and began to pound his cock harder and faster than Anya could keep up. His hips became a blur and he moaned out loud from the pleasure, letting his cock slide in and out of the wet pussy. A growl of pleasure escaped Anya's muzzle and her juices continued to flow all over Evenstar's cock, making it easily slip into her pussy. Evenstar gave one final thrust into her once virgin pussy and thrust hard up against her, burying his cock to the hilt and letting his orgasm rip through her body, jets of sperm spurting deep into her cervix. With his orgasm, one last powerful orgasm ripped through Anya's body, lights flashing behind her eyes and her consciousness slowly fading Both of them stayed in that position, Evenstar's cock barely even softening within her folds, but he made no move to continue. Anya went limp with exhaustion in his arms. She felt light headed. Then she was no long on the ground, but on top of Evenstar, his cock now removed from her pussy so that her soft furred body laid across his. Her vision slowly faded as she finally gave in to her exhaustion and slept upon the elf who had taken her virginity. And she could not have been more glad that he was the one to do it, despite the fact that he was an elf and she did not know him, he was sexual desire personified. With such a thought in her head, Anya fell asleep with a twinkle of a smile upon her lips.