Emerald Maiden Chapter 39: Stumbling
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Path of the Emerald Maiden is a coming-of-age adventure story with mild horror elements and, due to its nature, contains violent (and occasionally gory) scenes. This erotica seeks to tell a story first and excite in the other way second. You could read the entire thing and enjoy it without even being into the content depicted.
All of the violence depicted within the book is for story purposes only and exists independent of sex scenes, though they may be next to them. You can expect scenes of giant alien-on-person sex, said giant alien harming people, and acts of depravity such as torturous murder. The story is ultimately about the protagonist’s struggle to accept her new life and her journey in the doing, along with the changes that occur within her.
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Kinverse: Volume One
PATH OF THE EMERALD MAIDEN
A naive young monster’s tale by Moros, aka KinverseWriter
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Description:
A young woman from a pre-neolithic society is accidentally whisked away to another world entirely during a raid on a research lab run by alien invaders. Stranded with no friends, badly injured, and no idea where home even is, she’s forced to live off the land and learn how to survive in this strange and hostile world.
There’s only one slight problem, though.
She’s not trapped in this world with them. They’re trapped in this world with her.
Categories:
Adventure, Coming-of-Age, Isekai, Erotica.
Disclaimers:
This story contains sexual elements and disturbing themes. The contents aren’t purely intended to be pornographic, but some scenes objectively are. This is about a giant monster that eats people, so reader discretion is advised. This story contains vorarephilic themes.
This story will have a very slow and intermittent pace to begin with. True stakes don’t really show up until halfway through, though the build-up is always there in the background. This is ultimately not a story of grand adventure and defeating one’s enemies to rise to the top, it is the tale of a lost and naive young woman growing as a person and learning new things. It is a personal one concerning her, and thus this story will be told in present-tense first-person.
Chapter 39: Stumbling (vg)
Torrential rain pounds as the man stumbles down the jungle path chased by a massive creature, all so that he can save the young ones it had been attacking. He attempts to throw away the red fire he used as a distraction but his predator is unphased. The man is a hero but he will surely die.
He runs for a tiny weak structure but the beast bucks her massive head into him and through the false safety, knocking him aside and revealing another man cowering. With the roof destroyed the walls fall away... and she studies her discovery.
He knows not what to do. The coward stutters and flails but before he can even think to try and escape... her massive jaws descend. He is thrown to and fro and devoured in seconds. His involuntary sacrifice has given the others the time they needed to save the children.
But alas, she is not yet sated. Returning to her first victims, she finds the wrecked vehicle, their scent, and nothing else for she seems unable to spot them, frozen and mute as they are in fear. With a frustrated roar she continues savaging the vehicle and finally spots her prey as they panic and flee...
Pfft. The pathetic thing only has one pair of eyes and it’s night eyes so it can only really make out movement!
It is the proclaimed ‘movie night.’ The sisters had chuckled as they pulled a tiny box from a shelf of its kind before pulling out the ‘movie’ from within, inserting the disc into a machine, and beginning our night of... something. A ‘movie’ seems to be something which is used with a television to recreate and show events as captured by a machine’s eye.
Movie night. Under the justification of ‘it’s Halloween’--whatever that is--the sisters piled down into my lair with promises of food and entertainment, both of which they have somewhat delivered. I pick another ‘popcorn’ from the bowl with my claws and bring it to my mouth where it gets lost on my tongue, eventually making its way back for a swallow. I was originally just going to dump the contents of the bowl in but I was stopped, forced to eat human-sized pieces slowly.
At least it’s lasted longer. For whatever reason, they really haven’t been wanting me to go outside the past few days and I find it hard to disagree. The town has come alive with revelers thankfully only early into the night, most of them human children and their parents. I’ve caught sight of them dressed in diverse elaborate clothing.
From what I’ve gathered this ‘Halloween’ seems to be all about pretending to be someone or something else.This has also confirmed a theory I had a long time ago about weird human things: making oneself fearful without actually being in danger. Hence, these ‘scary’ movies which detail death and suffering. I’ve actually seen this particular one before, just... not well, and I didn’t understand much of what was going on at the time. That incident makes a lot more sense in hindsight.
The movie continues and a fat human man who was the cause behind this whole mess crashes his vehicle and is forced to try and get it back on the road. He is summarily killed by a smaller creature that reminds me of a broodling in its curiosity and viciousness. Neither Sam or Carey is particularly frightened by this movie, both laughing at this scene and casting me looks. Overall I decide that it’s definitely an interesting experience to witness the movie as it is intended to be viewed; among humans rather than stealthily behind humans.
My couch creaks as I shift, a sister to either side of me. Sitting upright on it isn’t the most comfortable. My Carey similarly readjusts as she uses my bent-away tail as a rest for her lower back.
They couldn’t have anticipated it but this movie has indeed given me things to think about. This place apparently did once have a variety of creatures that look like bastardizations of we Kin, and the plot of this particular movie is them having been brought back for reasons I’m not really certain of. The story itself is apparently false and, as Carey explained it, that ‘tyrannosaurus rex’ is actually a machine. Or something. There aren’t actually any of these creatures for me to either worry about or try and fight to take their strength.
That was a mixed bag of disappointment to learn. But there’s something else, something terrible about this entire situation these doomed humans are in that intrigues and does worry me:
They are on... an island. In a ginormous body of water called an ocean!
Carey simpled shushed me when I tried to press her on it but I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. That much water is bound to contain unthinkably dangerous predators and these ‘islands’ are totally surrounded by water as far as the eye can see which is deeper than mountain peaks. If that’s not bad enough, if there’s some sort of disaster--like a volcanic eruption, as my mother’s family once had to flee from--you can’t leave. Now that is terrifying to think about and I make a note to stay clear of any islands and especially oceans.
The movie continues for quite some time as the humans within both try to stay alive and escape. I don’t have any particular personal stake in this but for my own humans I root for the ones on screen.
It finally ends, the few remaining survivors having escaped after being hunted by a pack of smaller creatures that were like cleverer broodlings. I hope I wasn’t that much of a pain when I was a baby but I get the feeling that it may be why Mother always called me the ‘Curious One.’
The next two movies weren’t as interesting as the first but have certainly given me things to think about. The next was about humans really really really high in the sky in a place that reminds me of where I once passed through to arrive here. Unlike that miserable tunnel-through-nothing this ‘space’ is simultaneously empty and yet filled with bright lights and all sorts of vast objects such as ‘planets,’ which are... apparently what we live on. The world is an orb suspended in nothing which we do not fall off of.
I don’t pretend to understand it.
Anyway, the humans were attacked by a monster which erupted out from a man’s belly before growing up swiftly and picking off the crew. I shuddered when it happened, remembering my near-death experience weeks ago. It was eventually blasted out into the void to the cheers of the sisters.
The third movie was set in a jungle and showcased humans fighting other humans with spectacular burning-sticks which are apparently called ‘guns.’ Unlike the hunter’s these could spit fire extremely quickly! One practically shredded the jungle in search of an invisible foe which seemed to track them by the temperature coming off of their bodies! Similarly to the movie before it, all of the humans were picked off one by one--even despite their powerful weapons--until the last one bested their alien foe through cleverness and guile.
The ability to see heat intrigued me as it made finding prey through a thick jungle trivially easy. I also suspect it may have been how back home the tall intruders were so consistently able to spot our warriors.
As they fished out what would be the final movie for the night the sisters once more shared a knowing chuckle at my expense. This movie has been quite unlike the previous two...
It’s not a ‘horror’ movie made to scare. It’s about a young human woman and two young human-ish men who may appear human but are secretly predators; one with the power to transform into a beast, the other with not only the ability but need to steal other humans’ power to survive--and gain great strength in the doing. This latter man does so not by killing and consuming them but by piercing their skin and drinking their blood.
This man in particular and his family are ashamed of his ability. But, three of his kind who share no reservations arrive and begin their own hunts. As this is a human story the predatory blood-suckers are defeated and the ones who subsist on the petty strength of beasts are somehow victorious.
It is in this moment that I know... I must attempt this for myself. An ingenious method to extract all the power of a creature without having to consume it whole, live, and writhing? My muscles would strengthen, my mind sharpen, and my blood become potent! I could reap bloody swathes through the humans and become strong enough to contest any elder...
...if I were not attempting to keep a low profile. These blood-drinking humans all had something that I do not: the ability to blend in and simply move on if their actions become noticeable.
With the movie over and my housemates beginning to clean up I ponder further. This movie was indeed a horror movie made to instill fear--but not for one such as I, a predator. It was made by humans for humans. I ponder what a Kin horror movie would be like and--oceans aside--decide that it would most likely be similar to the terror of the Skywar and the death of the Burnt Brood.
But stories aside, while these movies are false there is truth behind them. These dinosaurs once lived. This ‘space’ is real, simply unexplored and I am living proof to the humans other life is out there; and I would assume that space is where the tall intruders came from. As for these vampires and werewolves... well, I already know that I have the power to consume my enemies and gain their strength, so why not do it?
I stumble away as fast as I can as that asshole shouts from his shitty bar. Cut me off, will he? Well look who’s laughing now! It doesn’t matter if he owns the only bar in Gold River!
“Haha...” I chuckle. “Hehehe...” I’ve got the bottle now. Can’t cut me off if I have the bottle. No more TAP WATER in my drinks.
I cradle the stolen bottle of vodka with all the love and care a drunken man can muster. I look back and nearly fall over, but thankfully he’s not chasing me. I’d conk him over the head with my prize, yes. But I don’t need to. I need to... need to? Yes, need to. I need to find somewhere to drink this. Yes, indeed. I need to drink this.
I fall and nearly lose the bottle to the sidewalk’s concrete. I look back and see some damn kid’s plastic candy... what’s the word... what’s the word... bag? Basket. Basket. Candy basket. Forgotten on the ground.
“Damn kids...” I mutter.
I stagger upright and continue on my way, putting one foot... somewhere in front of the other... and... oh, hey, an alley. I approach and find it occupied already. Damn. I move on but distantly feel a tug on my hoodie as I’m pulled in anyway.
It’s dark in here. The weird obese hobo’s in front of me and I think he wants me to share. Well fuck you, I swing the bottle at him and his big ugly hand catches my wrist, the other pulling the bottle away! I start slapping for it with my other hand but the bastard is a KNIGHT with KNIGHT ARMOR and NO HORSE. What a shitty knight.
“F-f-fckuck you, I worked f’r that... fugk you...” I slur.
“Suck?” he asks in his gravelly voice.
“No, is mine... not even f’r a- a suck. Gay hobo fuck-errr... ho-mo ho-bo knight...” I chuckle again unsteadily.
“Suck,” he affirms.
“I ain- I ain’t gay... bitch boy. Now gimme m’h drink an’ go back to ‘Berta...”
“Don’t want that drink. Want suck,” he clarifies.
I stumble back but he holds me up by my arm. The alleyway spins around me and I think we’re moving.
“Ohhgh... okay... ‘s long as I don’ touch y’r bawls... ‘cause I ain’ gay...”
“Suck.” My bottle clinks to the ground and he pulls me close for the good suck.
I do my best to study him in the dim shadows. He smells absolutely awful; I recall this scent being on the first two humans I killed--especially the female one. For whatever reason this man has it far worse though, perhaps due to having drunken more of that foul liquid. I glance at the bottle and decide to investigate it later because this is a mystery I’m tired of not understanding.
Forcing down my revulsion I take the chance to experiment. I shove my tongue with ease through his lips and down his throat, doing my best not to gag on his awful breath. He chokes on my tongue and starts flailing a little bit but other than that doesn’t react much, so I pull out.
“Ain’ gay...” he pants. “Balls didn’ touch...”
I go again. I don’t particularly understand the appeal of this, but it’s what the male and female had been doing quite a bit of. Maybe if I had a male of my kind we could... I don’t know, wrestle our tongues or something for dominance. Maybe that’s what the humans do.
Bah. Weird human things. I pull out again and decide to shelve this idea.
He moans and squirms as I lightly latch onto his neck and bite with my fangs, piercing an artery. His hot blood sprays my mouth and I greedily gulp it down. He seems surprisingly willing as I drain the uncoordinated and smelly man of his essence.
Unfortunately, I end up losing a good deal of it due to the awkwardness of my biting position. I do my best to close my lips around the wound as I haul him above my head in the dark alley. Dribbles of the stuff flow down my form to the rocky ground below. But, the pressure begins to abate and he goes silent and still. I begin to take over for his failing heart and suck out as much as I can before he expires. Blood has never particularly tasted very good but still I do my best to get as much as I can down my gullet.
His heart’s pumps and lungs’ breaths become shallow so I break off and as swiftly as I can remove his still-living brain via a bite at the neck and stab a hand through his chest for his weakly-beating heart. Waste not, want not! Hopefully they’re still as good as they normally would be but I don’t see why not; he was still alive when I took them.
I toss his mutilated corpse aside and grab his bottle. Striding away I do my best to inspect the object in the low light. It appears to be water beneath the human labels covered in human letters, but it’s still got that slight smell and I don’t see why they would make a bottle like this instead of the plastic ones. I can only assume that it’s not water inside, or rather, not-water.
I’m forced to press a bloodied hand against the alley wall for stability as I shift to lean against it, struggling with the odd cap. When I finally get it free the same foul stench assaults my nose.
Bleck. The things I do to understand humans better...
I toss it back and dump it all down my throat. The liquid stings resulting in a few coughs and splutters but I have superb control over the muscles in my throat and esophagus, what with being a female Kin. When it finally finishes emptying down my gullet I throw it aside where it shatters in the darkness.
Wow, that sucked.
WOW, THIS IS AWESOME.
I thump and stomp along the roof, bounding for the edge and leaping to the next building. Everything feels weird and slow but fast and rough but smooth and--
I flub my landing and roll across the sloped roof, up and then back down the other side of it to finally collapse with a mighty crash in a bin of human trash. It’s large enough only for my body so it absolutely stings my arms, legs, and neck but the pain is almost... dulled. Cracks web across my carapace where I landed... it’s like my arrival here all over again. I feel quite tired and exhausted no thanks to my exertions whilst dormant, but I just kind of shove that away just like the pain.
“Hey! Who’s there?” a man calls in the distance. I scramble up and succeed only really in scattering crushed and shredded junk all over the place but eventually make it out and away. A light shines from behind me so I dash around the edge of the building’s rear, crunching over a car in my way with no heed for it. Its windows shatter and roof dents in but I don’t care, I’m having fun, having a run, having a fun run run run.
I am a feared vampire of the night! I am the predator of this place, the alien in the basement, the dinosaur that has good eyesight!
“HEY! Get back... what the fuck?” my pursuer calls in confusion but I’m already long gone.
I charge through the trees and eventually after some searching enter a clearing full of startled-awake elk. They all turn and scatter but the largest is dead before he’s off the ground, neck clamped in my jaws as I continue my charge with the large animal dragging. I finally stumble and nearly impale myself on an antler so I greedily dig into my kill, gorging myself fat and happy.
By the time I stumble into Carey’s basement the blood from both of my victims has long dried. With respect for my paunch I walk up astride my couch and almightily flop down onto it.
It shatters immediately under my weight. With great reluctance I force my feet under myself and stumble back up the hatch and into the forest, finding a nice comfy divot instead to curl up in.
I moan in pain as the oppressive sun burns my eyes in reward for drinking that filthy human poison. What I can remember of my night has me feeling exhilarated a second time, but I feel instant regret. I was supposed to be hiding and instead caused... a bit of a ruckus.
Also, I broke my couch. I should probably sleep in the forest for a while to give my Carey time to get me a new one. And give time for my meal to digest... especially because it’s likely going to take a bit longer to work through what with the dormancy.
No wonder that woman in the cave was so weird. No water, just that stuff.
My head pounds. I shift in my ditch and slip back against the root-studded embankment, sending a wave of pain and nausea through me. My gut seizes and the muscles cording my belly compress... and dormancy is no longer an issue in that regard.
BLEGH. Ohhh... I need to find a new resting place now...
And preferably one dimmer.
A/N:
So, here’s a fun fact: it is theoretically possible to get intoxicated off of the blood of a drunk individual. But in reality said blood alcohol level would need to be so high that the 'donor' would be deathly ill and considering Emeral's sheer mass... it would be of negligible effect. Downing straight vodka and being a lightweight is what caused a level of inebriation, not to mention doing so on a practically empty stomach. It made her careless, not shitfaced, but that’s all it really took for her to goof off.
This is what ‘no inhibitions’ Emeral looks like: running around without a care in the world, happy as can be. So basically her sister Boundless.