Desire- chapter 1
The first in a short series of shorts (honestly I was surprised this one came out to a little over 5.3k words). The rest are in the works. Most of them are already written, but the commissioner wanted to make a few edits before allowing me to post it. And not the spelling and grammar kind of edits. I proof his stuff for spelling and grammar (isn't THAT scary?). And he's slow about getting them back to me. So me being slow to write, him being slow to send back, and then me being slow to do a final run through equals a much longer wait time than any of you should endure. So uh.. don't expect the next chapter any time soon I'm afraid. But it IS coming I swear! And it's filled with all kinds of exposition and junk!
A little disclaimer here- This is a commission by a friend and some of the content included here and in future chapters are... new to me. So forgive me if they aren't properly portrayed.
You'll find the art for the main character in my gallery.
Anyway, enough out of me, I'm sure you all want to get to the smut, so here ya are!
The streets were slowing becoming vacant and dark, the lamp lighters having yet to make it to this part of the city and only the wealthier districts had enchanted lamps. For now shops were pulling in their street displays and the last of the shoppers were trickling down the roads to their homes or to the taverns. One such person was a young girl, around the age of 13, happily walking on the side of the street with he basket of baked goods and salted meats. Though obvious attempts had been made to keep herself clean and presentable, the signs of living on the poorer side could be seen. A dusting of soot on the hemp of her simple wool dress, some frayed edges of her hand-me-down shawl and several loose strands hanging outside the pigtails her blonde hair was thrown up into. Still, she looked to be healthy and hummed whimsically while walking. As she made her way one of the loafs in her basket started wiggling out, so she stopped to slide it back in, standing with her back to a narrow alley as she secured it.
"Finally." Whispered a voice no one could hear.
From the dark space between the buildings a pair of large hands connected to brutish arms reached out and quietly but quickly wrapped themselves around the young girls chest and face, keeping her arms secured and her mouth covered. In less than a moment she had been pulled from the street into the darkness with nary a sound save for the slight rustling of clothes and a patter as the basket fell to the cobblestones to spill it's contents. The only people who would have seen were too far away to make it out in the fading twilight.
IN the alley the large man pulled the girl back behind the buildings where he had already laid out a course blanket on an old pile of straw, which she was quickly thrown onto. He immediately kneeled over top of her and held her arms above her head while he hastily worked to pull up her skirt and rip off her bloomers. Practically giggling while he worked, effortlessly holding her down and soon wrenching down his own britches to reveal his pulsing erection. His four inch phallus that was barely thicker than the girls dainty little finger. He had just lined himself up with the girls cunt and was about to thrust in when he heard something that made him stop; An amused snort had just come out of the girl. It was at this point that he realized that she had not been resisting at all and looked up to her face to see her wearing a dark grin on her face, just barely visible in the darkness. He scowled and gripped her wrists tighter. "What so funny?"
"Oh, not much." She said with a voice young and sweet, full of amusement from the simple joke, but also with a deep underlying tone that was felt more than heard. "I just now understand why those women took so long to report their rape. With a member like that you could hardly harm a rat."
The man snarled and gripped her tighter, trying to reenforce that he was in charge, but her smile didn't falter a bit nor did she seem to notice his grip, though the hands looked to be strong from years of hard labor. Shaking slightly he lined himself back up and pressed into her depths, putting his face right up into hers to speak through clenched teeth. "Say what you will, but I'll still be taking what I want."
"Yet am I really what you want?" The man paused halfway through pulling back for a thrust, confused and slightly frightened of how she said that. Her grin growing wider as her hands slipped effortlessly out of his grip. Pushing with only a finger on his shoulder she directed him to turn over. Though he only felt the slightest of pressure it was as if an unstoppable force was controlling him. A moment later and he was lying on his back with the girl on top of him, still riding his minuscule erection, which despite his growing terror remained fully erect. Looking up at her now very sultry grin, the man shuddered as she began to grind her hips against his, the light level in the alleyway rising in such a way that the two of them were clearly visible to the other, but the rest of the area was stilled bathed in an almost unnatural darkness. When the girl spoke it was no longer the sweet innocence of a young human girl, but the cool malice of something otherworldly. "I know you only took young girls like this because you wanted someone easy to overpower and hold down, but what you really want is..."
Trailing off the girl licked her lips, which began to fill up from sweet thin lines to full. luscious and naturally a deep red the invited one to enjoy for hours. Her hair fell from the pigtails, deepening from the straw like strands in both color and texture to sheer black, long enough to drape across her lower back and smooth as silk. The simple and modest dress fell loosely into a white satin robe gently draped on her shoulders and revealing skin a dark and exotic tan. Her nearly flat breasts began to swell almost hypnotically to become too large for even the mans wide hands to fully grasp. She cooed and pursed her lips punctuating the change in her cunt from tight and untouched to something experienced and capable, squeezing down with muscles the man didn't know could be worked like that. "A real woman."
he man stared up, transfixed in a state between horror and overpowering arousal, his hands shakily sliding along the woman's legs as if to check is she was real. Ever ration instinct was telling him to run, yes sheer curiosity and pure lust kept him in place. He did indeed enjoy the sight of the bosom woman riding him, but it wasn't what he really wanted. The woman tilted her head slightly, as if reading his thoughts. "No, not this. Something about the young girls, something... like this?"
Her skin once again began to darken, and it seemed the color was being pulled from her hair as it turned shock white from the tips outward. While her skin shifted to a shade akin to the shadows pooling around them, she seemed to shrink, losing inches rapidly. While before she could have been anywhere between five and six feet, a head shorter than the entranced man almost whimpering beneath her at the feeling of her pussy becoming smaller and tighter but no less skilled, now she was no taller than four feet. She gasped and closed her eyes, feigning pleasure as their parts became more properly sized for each other, then turned her head ever so slightly to give him a good view of her ears extending to exaggerated points. When the shifting finished, her breasts having reduced only slightly, she opened her eyes to glare wickedly down at the man with dark red eyes which sent another shiver through him. Now a sultry dark elf straddled him, rocking her hips in a pattern that felt as if it would drive him mad if she kept at it much longer. Still though, he could tell she was not done, her expression like that of a predator, closing ever so gradually upon it's prey. "No, that wasn't it, perhaps this."
The woman's gyrations became more pronounced, as much as they could be with his length (or lack there of), and with each pass her hips blossomed, expanding from the healthy and grab-able size to one that practically screamed one thing; Fertile.
The man gasped at the sight and his arousal hit a brand new level. When his member betrayed him by giving a powerful spurt the drow's eyes lit up and her grin grew to one that sent one goosebumps rippling across his body. "There, that's what you want."
The dark woman tried to maintain the cool seductive attitude she had worn during most of the encounter, but failed as she started to chuckle loud enough that she put a delicate hand over her mouth to stifle it. The man beneath her started to feel the overpowering pressure holding him down lift ever so slightly. Not enough to free himself, but enough that his head began to clear a touch and his anger started to return. His seducer put her hand up and suppressed the last of her laughter. "I'm so sorry, but it makes so much sense now. Why you targetted the girls you did, why you're resorting to rape. It's because you're so desperate for the one thing you desire more than anything that you're willing to go to such an extreme. It's almost sad really, that you would never have obtained it."
Though the word she had spoken had sounded odd, almost as if it was another word entirely, what she said sparked such anger in him that he managed to grab hold of her hips tight enough that it may have broken something in a normal woman. He glared up at her and his best to sound menacing. "And just what is it that you think I want?"
She looked down, ignoring his grip and using her breasts as cushions on his chest. Once she was laying atop him, hands under her chin, she gave him the smile of a cat that had just caught the canary. "Children."
He stiffened. It was true. The entire reason he had resulted to grabbing young girls was his wife had never been able to bear him young. After years of trying she had abandoned him and his spiral through depression, anger and eventual self hatred had turned him into a rapist. The realization hit him hard, but still he glared at the woman's face inches from his own. "And why won't I ever get some?"
She smiled, almost effervescently, and flicked his nose with a nail long and delicate, sharpened to the point it was almost a claw. "You're sterile."
The color drained out of his face and he dropped limp, staring up at the sky as the truth sunk in. It had always been there, lurking in the back of his mind, but he had refused to believe it. Clutching onto the belief that it was the women, his wife who had left him, the whores who charged him far too much, the girls he had forced himself upon. They were the ones to blame, not him. Yet now he couldn't even doubt this creature who had so effectively turned the tides on him. Something told him, in the core of his being, that she was telling the truth.
The woman sat back up, shucked the robe to the ground and began to grind on him again. Slowly bringing life back to the dick which had begun to wilt, though there was no reaction from the man it was connected to. She rocked back and forth, seeming to enjoy the despair off him more than the sensation of his cock inside her. With her arms behind her head she closed her eyes and faced skyward herself. "How incredibly fortunate for you that it was I who decided to take the contract to the hunt you down. Since I'm probably the only one in the whole city who is capable of fixing your problem."
It took a moment for him to comprehend what she just said, but once it did she was the center of his attention. He stared up at the woman for a few moments, then slowly asked her in a voice low and shaky. "You- you can?"
"Oh of course. It's such a simple thing. All you have to do is want it." She slid her legs back to lay them on top of his, sliding against him using mostly her arms. Her eyes still closed and face skyward. "Which, conveniently, you already do."
"And... and what will it cost me?" He gulped, the stories told to him in his childhood running through his head. "My soul?"
"Mmm, clever boy. But no, not this time." She turned her face back down to him, opening her eyes. While they had been and unearthly red before, now that almost shone like pools of fire. The whites having darkened to a deep black that made it difficult to tell where the eyes ended and skin began. "It's the desire itself I'm after. You get to keep your precious soul and get what you want. You do want it don't you? To have children?"
Emphasizing it with a rough thrust of her hips upon his member, the pleasure once again began to build. Faster than before and with an almost supernatural intensity. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to ignore it, to think this through. Bu he already knew the answer he would give, and let it spill from his lips in a pleasured gasp. "Yes."
She started to grind harder, her weight seeming to increase ever so slightly. "You want to be fertile?"
A shudder went through him, a sensation almost like a fever breaking or waking up healthy after being sick for days. He spread his legs involuntarily to let her grind him deeper. "Yes."
Her wicked smile unseen, but not fully unheard, seemed to broaden. As did her shoulders, becoming thicker and denser. "You want to bring your children into this world?"
Eyes still clutched and hands now grasping at the blanket underneath him from the intense sensations shooting through him, the man writhed and groaned, barely able to speak. "Yes."
Her thrusts slowly changing direction, but still becoming stronger, her hips feeling much more broad to the man. "You want a big fat cock to give you pleasure and seed the children you crave?"
The feeling of cunt growing increasingly tight around his member could only mean that he was being given the girth that he had been denied from birth. He moaned loudly and started to grind back, legs splayed wide as the grip she had on his dick became almost unbearable. The pleasure so intense it was starting to hurt. The man attempted to pull back to meet her, but there was a pressure keeping him still. A weight which kept him in place. Almost panting at this point he pulled on the last of his will to yell his answer, heedless of who might hear him. "Yes! Yes, give it to me!"
There was a sudden rush, like a damn breaking, and he was filled with a mind numbing pleasure unlike any he had ever felt before. An almost burning heat filling him so deeply his back arched, his head thrown backwards and his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets flung open and rolling around as he reeled for several moments. He almost didn't register his seducers weight significantly increase on top of him, or feel it shift as it's hips began to pull back just slightly. He did however feel the sensation of something sliding out of him, the heat that filled him seemed to be pulling back in an alien, but pleasant way. It pulled out a little bit, then pushed back in, sending more waves of ecstasy through him, though not as intense as before. Once he regained enough motor function he weakly turned his head to look at the woman who had been riding him, and immediately tried to scramble away in fear.
Where there had been a petite but buxom female dark elf, a large a muscular male resided. He had to stand several inches above the make he was holding down, who found that pressure keeping him in place was in fact the sheer size of the creature who now pulling it's cock out of him. It's massive arms bulging with muscle and holding him down by his upper arms. It's chest broad and defined like the gladiators in the arena, and every inch of skin a deep brown that seemed to accent it's size even more. The only indication it was still the same person that the would be rapist had grabbed were the eyes. Those glowing red eyes floating in sheer darkness. It grinned, revealing teeth just a little too sharp and unnaturally white, before thrusting it's hips forward and roughly sending that heat back within the man. Who struggled for several minutes before realizing it was useless and lay there in a mix of terror and sensation almost indescribably good. After finally working up the courage he tried to lean up, and was allowed, to see that what he fear had transpired, did.
Diving in and out of a wet accommodating pussy, gently framed with soft brown hair, was a dick the thickness of the man's wrist and from the looks of it almost a foot in length. Just visible underneath it were two balls nearly the size of nectarines swinging slowly back and forth with the motion. But the dick wasn't attached to him like he had hoped, instead it adorned the creature who dove greedily into the cunt that resided between his own legs. His eyes darted between their coupled groins to the creature's grinning face. "What... what did you do to me?"
"I gave you what you wanted. What you desired." It's voice was deep and rough, sending strangle tingles through the mans loins that he didn't want to acknowledge.
"This is what I wanted!" He nearly spat into the face of the creature with his words. "I wanted you to fix my dick, not take it away!"
"What you wanted was to have children, this is simply the best way to ensure that. For even if I made it so you could impregnate a woman, it still doesn't guarantee that you would. Instead I made sure it would be You that will be the one getting pregnant. Isn't that great?" It leaned down, slowing it's thrusts to almost a stop.
"I don't want to be a woman!" The man tried to get his arms free enough to fight his way out, but still found himself hopelessly overpowered.
"I didn't make you a woman. You are still a man in all ways except between the legs. Your beard will still grow, your chest will remain firm and flat, you'll just be a man with a cunt." Leaning in close to the mans face, punctuating it's next line with a thrust sent at an angle that made the man gasp involuntarily. "Tell me you don't like it."
"I..." He hesitated. He couldn't deny that the feelings were amazing, far better than anything he had ever felt before with his tiny phallus. The sensations of the thick meat sliding in and out of him sent waves of pleasure through his entire body. Waves that were slowly growing in intensity. He could feel his face flushing as the creature began to increase the pace of his thrusts again. "I don't..."
"Tell me you don't like it and I'll put it back the way it was. You'll never have children but you'll have your dick back." It thrust roughly into the man below it, angling it's thrusts just enough to really push against the walls of his cunt. With a particularity forceful thrust it almost snarled at him. "Tell me!"
"I don't want to go back!" The man cried out, wrapping his legs around the creatures waist and reaching up to grab it's arms. His eyes clenched in both shame and pleasure as he attempted to push back into the creature's thrusts. "Please, it feels so good, don't put it back. Just keep fucking me please. Please fill me, give me children!"
The creature threw it's head back, laughed and began to give quick, powerful thrusts that make the man cry out loudly each time. His cried getting a little more strained with each thrust as the pleasure built to a grand crescendo. Yet the creature would not give him the release he could feel just on the next thrust, and the one after that. For several minutes it allowed the pleasure to build and build before, with a wicked grin from which the faintest trails of steam snaked through it's teeth, it released it's power and the man nearly howled as he gripped the creature tight. His body shaking as he experienced the first of many orgasms his new anatomy would feel in the time to come. Though it was unlikely they would ever be this intense. Feeling the walls of the man's pussy clench it's length in his spasms, the creature also growled out in it's own release, shooting forth generous amounts of fluid that almost burned. It flowed up ever so deep into the man and filled him with a desire for more.
The two of them stayed there for several minutes afterwards. One reeling from new sensations, the other allowing the first to recover just enough. Once the man's breathing had even out it slowly pulled itself free. He groaned as the length slid out, threatening to reignite the passions he had just felt, but he was too worn out for any more action. It stood up and watched as it's prey slowly drifted off to sleep. Smiling as it turned and started to walk away, back down the alley from where it had been dragged earlier. "Enjoy yourself my dear. I'll check in on you later."
It began to walk off, but just before rounding the corner it stopped to look back, narrowing it's eyes slightly. With a wave of it's hand, the shadows playing at the edge of the alley swarmed the nearly unconscious man, quickly shrouding him from view then retreating back to the edges of vision leaving only a flattened pile of straw in it's wake. The creature then turned to resume walked, it's form shifting as it did so. The robe which had been discarded to the ground had long vanished, but now seemed to flow out of the air to once again adorn it's shoulders. The fabric flowed down over it's dwindling shoulders and took on a simple cotton texture. Plain enough to not stand out, but of fine enough quality it wouldn't be stopped by the guard for vagrancy. The creature's form shrunk down from large and muscular to light and soft, the skin lightening from the rich brown to a pale cream color. It's ears once again stretching out into points. In a matter of moments there was a moon elf in a simple but stylish robe walking around the corner of the alley. It's raised it's hand again, palm out as if to grasp something invisible, and a swirl of faint light spiraled into view creating an intricate circle of runes and figures of various shades of red. One of the marks was slowly changing it's hue, almost imperceptibly, yet the elf's eyes watched it carefully. "Hmph. Barely a full turn. I hope the rest of the night is more profitable."
The elf walked onward towards the alley entry, keeping an eye on the circle through there were not more changes to it. Near the end of the alley it paused, closed it's hand dismissing the circle and looked up into the street. "Greetings good sirs. Could I perhaps aide you this fine evening?"
Standing there in the street facing the alley were four men. Three of which were heavily armored and had their weapons drawn. The last, standing in the middle of the street where he had a clear path to the alley, was a cleric in proper ceremonial robes. All wore around their neck a heavy silver pendent supported by an intricate silver chain. A right hand open palmed and outstretched, fingertips holding onto a horseshoe. The knights also sported this symbol on their shields.
"You may put your hands where we can see them and accompany us to the temple for questioning. The lead knight, marked so by the exquisite gilding on his armor, spoke with a voice full of confidence and authority. His soft brown eyes trained on the elf before him. Quite the contrast to the other knights who slowly moved to surround their target, their eyes darting about nervously between their superiors and the area.
"To the temple?" The elf looked around himself, seemingly confused and just a touch unnerved." Have I done something wrong?"
The gilded knight began to say something but the cleric stepped forward and put one hand on his shoulder while the other reached for the symbol around his neck. "Don't entertain his games Sir Niwren, the hour is late and we have been at this all day. Let Laques reveal this monster for what it really is and be done with it."
With a glimmer of pride in his eyes the slightly portly cleric raised the symbol and and rush of unseen energy sprung forth and washed over the elf almost like a great wind. For a moment there was nothing, but with the faintest of a hint of a smile the elf closed his eyes and the wind began to tear away at his image like wisps of sand. He lost almost a full head of height, being reduced to a little over four feet. His elven becoming even more slender to the point that it was almost surprising that he could stand. Yet standing he was, on legs just a touch too long for his body and with feet that looked more like elongated hands, complete with a prehensile 'thumb'. His actual hands, slight and delicate, tipped with nails sharpened to a point and thick like claws made of the darkest obsidian. His skin darker than the night sky seemed to reflect no light, save where it had been marked with intricate tattoos in a metallic black ink. His hair, shaved off in the sides of his head revealing the tattoos on his scalp while the rest was pulled into tightly woven dreads that reached almost two feet in length, was an ashen white that stood a stark contrast to his skin. Flowing smoothly from his forehead were two thin horns each about four inches in length, each as dark as his skin from which they seamlessly emerged. Opening his eyes again they had returned to the black and red pools he had shown before.
The creature stood before them all but naked, wearing only a form fitting suit that almost seemed a complicated harness than actual clothes. Leaving bare his nipples, midriff, modest endowment and rear. Yet the most striking and unsettling feature was the thin cord-like tail that stretched out behind him nearly twenty feet in length. It flexed hypnotically at times, but otherwise seemed content to lay on the ground like a snake.
The knights behind him almost audibly swallowed, obviously unnerved at the form revealed by the clerics spell. The two in front of him however seemed to be unfazed by his identity. Rather, the cleric seemed to swell with pride as he witnessed the result of his magic. The gilded knight's eyes quickly scanning over the form and narrowing as he beheld the tail. The expression he wore was one of dreaded realization, his voice lowered and a touch sterner than it had been a moment before. "So it was the work of a devil we've been following. And none other than Tahlvain Laran himself."
The clerics smile faded just a touch as the name was spoken, soon to be replaced by amused confusion. "Surely you jest, this cannot be that fiend. He's so... puny. The records tell of a figure who stood with frightful authority, not a diminutive stature and poor taste in attire."
The devil chuckled and smiled while Niwren pulled his shield up slightly and made sure the grip on his sword was firm. "There is no mistaking it sir, I doubt any other fiend could match such distinctive features. This can be no other than the Fire-eyed-"
"Fire-eyed grudge, the Shade of the Black desert, the Fiend's Arsenal, Black Unbound, Master of the Dark-iron army, and my personal favorite;" Tahlvain interrupted with calm amusement, listing the titles off on his fingers. His voice was the gentle song common to many races of elves, but with a deep echo barely audible like an echo from the void. He focused his gaze on the cleric before speaking the last and pausing for emphasis. "The Devil's Puppet strings."
The eyes of the two knights behind him widened in recognition of that title. It was a common story to tell to initiates. Of a shadow who could creep past the strongest wards, into the most holy of sanctums, then stroll back out as if it were no more than a simple farmers hovel. Who could make a entire desert come to life, and commanded an entire army of iron soldiers who awaited him in the world of shadow. A fiend terrifying in his own right, who served an even more terrifying master. They had thought it just stories, exaggerated tales to frighten recruits, but with the figure who so accurately matched the stories standing before them they couldn't help but wonder how much was fantasy. And how much was truth.
The cleric scoffed and crossed his arms, sneering as he looked over the horned elf in front of him. "If this truly is who you say, then I believe the tales of his so called might to be exaggerated since my spell stripped him of his glamour so effortlessly."
One side of the elf's mouth turned up into a smirk, unnoticed by the cleric but not by the Knight beside him. Niwren tilted his head down so his face was more protected by his helmet. "Regardless, we have a true fiend before us. The question we should be asking instead of his identity, is if he's going to come along with us willingly, or by force."
The devil frowned in mock contemplation, crossing his arms with a finger on his chin. "Hmm, I guess that depends on if it's being asked or commanded."
Niwren paused a moment, thinking carefully before answering cautiously. "... asked."
"Well then." The elf perked up, grinning cheerfully and dropping his arms to his side with one on his hip. "I see no reason not to."
All four men stood there for a moment, slightly dazed at the response. The gilded knight lowering his sword a touch and narrowing his eyes. "Really?"
"Of course. I see no reason to say no if all you want to do is ask a few questions. I'd be happy to give you any answer I'm permitted to give." The devil looked back at the two behind him. "I'll even give my word not to cause you any trouble so long as you don't attempt to restrain me in any fashion, magical or otherwise. Manacles are such heavy burdens on my delicate frame after all."
The cleric glared at Sir Niwren for a moment before nodding an affirmative. The knights slowly put their weapons away in case the devil changed his mind, but as he made no move that spoke of ill-content Niwren straightened himself up and motioned for the elf to follow. "If you come with us then."
"By your lead I shall follow good sir." Tahlvain gave a short bow to acknowledge him.
The gilded knight looks down at him and raised an eyebrow. "Do you not know the way to the temple?"
"Of course I do, I just want to enjoy the view of your rear." The devil replied with a lecherous grin.
The cleric stormed off towards the temple district with a great huff of disgust.