Challenge 41: Fantasy Fucks

[IsabellaRose]

THE CHALLENGE

• Set your scene in a fantasy world - high fantasy, sword & sorcery, elves, goblins, rogues, warriors, succubi, whatever your lewd little heart desires!

Deadline

• Midnight (EST) , 12 July 2025

Limits

• 1 entry per person
• no strict word limit, but please try to keep it around 2,000 words- remember, everyone has to read these to vote

Prizes

• 1st Place: 4,000 EcchiCredits
• 2nd Place: 2,000 EcchiCredits
• 3rd Place: 1,000 EcchiCredits

[Reasoned]

In a spoiler cause it's a long one. But trust me you'll love it. 

Spoiler

A hulking shark man was sitting at his table, looking at the pendant handing from his neck. 'I wonder if this will work...' The necklace glowed suddenly as he felt something graze him. It was a bit searing. He quickly turned around and in the doorway a shadow elf stood. Her face displayed the attitude of a conceited mass murderer, something he was all too familiar with. His body tensed up. His jaw locking up as if he was bracing for a haymaker to it.

The assassin, leaning against the doorframe looked him dead in his shark like eyes. "I found you..." Her tone of voice sent a chill down his spine. But he didn't even have time to shiver as he had to duck and dodge a barrage of knives suddenly flying from the assassin's hands at a mad rate, sticking into walls, the table, the chair he was sitting on...

His movements were frantic having nothing to defend himself with, and his huge size wasn't a good matchup in this enclosed space. He was quickly cornered. His heart beginning to beat faster. A mad dash. He held his arms before his face his scaly blue forearms in an X shape as he dashed right at her. He felt the sting of the knives, but none penetrated his hide. With a scream and a tackle he pushed her through the door, as she gasped from the impact. His arms were around her waist, easily hugging her smaller frame tight, as he rolled, and used the momentum to toss her through an open window out into the moonlit field. 

He bought himself time. Maybe a couple of seconds, but that's enough. He looked towards the actual entrance to the house. His sword, a giant black blade, wide and long enough to even cover his barbarian frame. He ran for it then out the door, quickly looking around to spot her again. A sting in his ear. He reached for it, as a knife dropped out from his ear canal, with an incredibly stinging sensation spreading through his ear. He brought up his sword, to block the rest of the barrage that came at a delay, seeing that the first one didn't take him down. As he removed his hand from his ear he saw no blood, and the amulet still glowing. He smirked. 'So it does work...' His shark teeth became visible in a dangerous smile. 'That means...' He sidestepped the still incoming knives. 

"Done hiding finally Big Boy?" She asked with blatant sarcasm at the end as he finally began to advance. He deflected her knives and ran right at her. Now it was her turn to dodge and weave as his longer arm and ridiculous sword gave him a huge reach advantage compared to her knives and daggers. She had to duck and flip narrowly avoiding hits, her facade of superiority dropping for a second as the huge slab of metal passed over her head so close she could feel her hair touching against the flat of the blade. 

The assassin leaped back trying to create some distance, but with an upwards slash he caught her mid jump. She leaned her head back, but the front of her armour opened up from her belly button to her breast-plate, making her outfit gain a huge cleavage, and her abs seared with a dark grey line on her ashen skin. Something purple glowed between her breasts, now no linger pushed together by her tight fitting black armour. The same amulet he had. 

The shark man didn't dash in at her this time. He should have hit bigger when he had the chance. But at this range she could cast fast enough before he could reach her. So he decided to play her game too. "What now bitch? Just because you can jump away doesn't mean you are safe!" He taunted. He could use one of his special attacks, but... she was standing towards his house. Even if she is caught, he'll have nowhere to go back to after the fight.

He slowly began circling her as she was clearly focusing on something. However before he could properly reposition he felt a tug on his ankles, he looked down for only a second to see shadowy hands grabbing at his feet and legs. But before he could do something about it he saw brightness. Instinctively he pulled his sword before him, as he braced for impact. As the huge fireball hit into his sword, he felt the jolt of the explosion against his guard. And another, and another. A barrage of bright flashes and fiery force was hammering his defence, his mobility limited by her previous spell. "Agh! You bitch!" He grunted, his eyes hurting from the bright flashed contrasting the night. 

He had to do something. He had to stop holding back. He felt his heart race, his life was in danger. This was exactly what he was looking for. He screamed out as he swiped his blade downwards severing the hands holding him, as the fiery ball of destruction smashed right into his face. 

'Fuck, It burns... it BURNS... IT BURNS!' He felt the flame burn him but the amulet glowed, as he tanked the full force of the attack head on, with his legs now free, he dashed forward. His heard was pounding with excitement, and as he ran forward, the elf's face briefly flashed with concern. He just took it head on and ran out of the smoke, it was a terrifying sight. By the time he could see again, he was upon her, her face also showing that exhilarated expression his held. The side swipe of his blade was brutal. He saw her body bend over sideways as the blade didn't cut her in half but folded her onto the huge metal weapon. With a boom she crashed into a tree, demolishing it as the top half fell over. 

He didn't wait he ran at her again, knowing well that as long as the pendant was on her she'll live. As she got up from the impact crater, her face looked a bit dazed. She was biting her lower lip, and the dazed expression started looking more crazed. She held his exe contact as her freshly drawn daggers held back his blade with a metallic clang. Her body glowed gently with purple magic. An enhancement. He tried pushing forward, but she didn't budge. "Play time's over Big Boy! No more holding back. Show me what you got!" With a grunt she pushed his blade back as her other blade swung at his chest, cutting his chest-plate off as the pieces clanked to the ground.

He instinctively held a hand to his chest, but he had no wound there. The hesitation was enough for the assassin to charge in, getting a couple of slashes in before he was able to block her strikes, cutting more and more off his amour off, leaving him in barely anything, but a crotch cover. He had to counter somehow. He saw it in her eyes. This was no craze for battle or frenzy. She was lusting for the confrontation. And he felt that too. His face was perpetually stuck in a grin. Being on the back foot again, he enjoyed the challenge. It was oddly satisfying letting loose like this. It felt almost like arousal. 

His eyes focuses on trying to predict her strikes, and he saw an opening. He took two slashes aimed at his kidneys as he raised his sword above his head, gripping in hard. Due to his height almost doubling hers,  all she saw was his mid section, and she was slashing away, trying to cut him up. In the last second before the now glowing greatsword smashing into her, she looked up on instinct. He swore he saw her eyes shift from cockiness, to realisation, to fear and finally to utter lust, as she was smashed into the ground, with a huge impact uprooting the ground and sinking the both of them into a huge crater.

He was suddenly blown back, by a point blank fireball. As he flipped and landed he saw his blade fly way past him, but he couldn't go after it. She tanked the whole attack. He saw her figure emerging from the dust still lingering in the air from his impact and the fireball. She had no more clothes or armour on, and her daggers were missing from her hand. Her outstretched palm lowering from before her. 

"Not bad Big Boy. But you can't count me out just yet. And without your sword my magic guarantees my advantage." 

"Is that so?" He balled his fist up tight as flexed his entire body gaining a light blue glow, matching the purple glow reappearing around her. "I sure hope you didn't think you were the only one with enhancement magic." He said, as he widened his toothy grin, showing off his row of serrated teeth. She was biting her lip in anticipation, but unlike his enthused smile, her expression started looking more seductive than anything. To his perception she felt like a wild animal and he had the unrelenting urge to tame it. 

They both ran at each other, clashing again in pure marital arts. His straight forward brawl against her acrobatic, nimble mix of a dance like hand to hand style. They continued exchanging blows slowly becoming lost in the other's gaze, giving and receiving blows like it was a heated argument, as the violence intensified. He had the advantage in strength, but she had the advantage in technique. However the deciding factor was speed in the end. And he had that over her too. His simple punches and kicks couldn't be countered by her, especially with the speed he was throwing them. Slowly beating down on her, throwing off her rhythm and technique. And finally he landed a straight jab in her face, staggering her for long enough, so he could put her into a choke hold from behind. She struggled and kicked but she had no chance. She couldn't even utter words anymore as the shark man's forearm and bicep crushed her neck from two sides, while his flexed pecs held her head pushed into the hold.

"Now you're mine little assassin..." He whispered into her ears as she shivered from the sound. Her body grew stiff, she heard a ripping sound as the rest of his outfit was tossed to the side, and she felt his two hardening cocks on her skin. One slid between her thighs and one pressing up between her ass up her back. She let out a faint moan, from her choked position. Seems like she couldn't help it.

He moved one hand off the hold, and the other was more than enough to keep her at bay, as it gently caressed her breasts. He didn't notice before, but her nipples were already hard on her perky breasts. He began with cupping and massaging her tits, making her squirm, but this time to not free herself but from the pleasure. His hands became more adventurous as he began to pinch her nipples, pulling and twisting them, making her moan out, sometimes trying to protest with a faint 'No' but the slowly dripping pussy that was moistening his cock between her thighs told a different story. As she was slowly reduced to a panting a moaning mess her hips buckled, trying to desperately take something inside or rub her pussy against, but with no luck. 

Finally he gave her what she craved. His hand slid down her toned abs, still sweaty from their fight before, as he began to massage her mound, rubbing in circles and from side to side, as her breath hitched and her eyes rolled back into her head. Finally she let out a wanton scream of orgasm as her lower body shook, squirting at the hand of the shark man as he grinned. He whispered into her ear. "Good girl." As she absolutely lost it, riding out her orgasm for minutes. As she finally stopped screaming incoherently and the shaking reduced to mere trembles he let her go as she dropped on all fours.

However as he was rubbing her spilled juices on his rock hard cock, her body glowed green. His plan to dominate her utterly backfired at this tiny omission of data, that now painfully crawled back into his lust infested mind. She could use healing magic, he could not. No matter how badly he would have fucked her if she wanted to, she could recover in an instant. 

"You...." She turned around with a glare in her eye that promised so much worse than what he had done or attempted just now. "Oh fuck." He muttered almost like he was saying a prayed. The freshly rejuvenated woman dashed at him, knocking him over, as she immediately parked her pussy right in top of his half human half shark face as she reached for his cocks. She began grinding her slit on his open mouth, as he instinctively extended his tongue, plunging the thick muscle in and out of her, while she was rubbing herself on his lips. Her hand began moving on his two cocks with expertise as it seemed like she was using milking motions, a gentle grip down and an increasing squeeze upwards, as if to beckon him to release his seed already. She hooked her heels behind his head and pressed down on his face hard with her nether regions. At this point the even thought of resisting her left his mind. The combat and her moaning squirt riled him up so bad that he was defeated the moment she laid hands on his sensitive erection.

She wouldn't let him know but she was already biting her lips looking a bit cross eyed from his expert mouth play technique. She began more furiously jerking him off in return. His ribbed tongue and her recent orgasm harmonised in exactly the pleasure her body way still yearning for, healing spell or not. She kept her domineering position, up for a long while, as she was fighting off her urge to give into lust and cum again,  but she couldn't before she milks him for all he's worth. Truth be told she loved dancing herself on the edge. Part of the reason she was so mad at him going for what he knew finished her off the fastest, with the greatest magnitude of orgasm her petite frame could handle consciously. Nipple play was something she reserved for end game plays, due to how intense it made her orgasms, and how quick she could get off with a little pinch and twist, not to mention if his mouth would ever get close to it.His hands rose up, one palming her firm ass, one cupping her breast as his cocks were throbbing like mad. He squeezed her breast and ass, then suddenly he held onto them tight. She knew what was coming. Even with his buffed resistance her god tier handjob got through as both his veiny erections began to pulse. However before his first shot could even come out. She slid her hand with a tight grip to his base and gripped even harder, forcing his seminal tract as close up partially, as her small hands couldn't reach around his girth enough to fully lock him up. And so instead of a violent eruption, initially all she got was a gutteral moan up from under her pussy, which reverberated her lower body with additional pleasure, and then thanks to her iron grip only thick drizzles if cum came out, from the now shaking sensitive cocks, that throbbed like mad. Much less volume than what a full load of his could deliver, but still enough to cover her hand and most of his cock's surface.

She moaned out as her abs and legs shook from her own orgasm. Seeing him throb like that and erupt his hot seed all over her hands was too much with the absolute havoc his tongue was wreaking on her pussy. Yet still she tried to keep the tough act up, as she ruined his orgasm. This time hers was less violent than her first one. When she felt that his cock was not throbbing anymore, she looked up and saw they were shaking hard, dark blue veins almost popping on the side, even the capillaries were popping out enough that her hand felt the surface becoming very ribbed. The longest and hardest erections she's ever seen from him. And in the moonlight shining on the dripping cum on it, her mind started to wander. She looked on in awe at the sight, climbing off his face, and straddling him below the hips, beginning to grind her pussy slowly on his scaly thighs.

The baby fever was catching her again, the smell of his cum and the intense emotions she was feeling since the battle, were all trying to burst forward from her in some way or another. And her admiration found its target. The huge throbbing members before her. She only saw them so hard and ready when she teased him for extended periods or edged him as foreplay.

The caution she had towards not needing or wanting another child was slowly fading from her mind, after all her family was quite numerous already...

Her hand unconsciously reached out as she began jerking only one cock this time, rubbing her face against it, licking it and gently chomping on its side. Hoping that maybe... just maybe if she worships it enough the burning need from her womb will go away. The shark man had no strength or will to protest, just moaning lost in pleasure as that ruined orgasm really did a number on him, taking his nerves to their snapping point. Feeling such soothing love after it felt like a relief washing over his body, as his nerves began to relax and just take in the gentle teasing. She rubbed her abs, breasts, face and hands all over the cock she chose to worship first, making sure she licked the sensitive spots and caressed his full length always. He didn't catch on quite quickly enough of what condition she was falling into right now, as all he was concerned with is the pleasure he felt after such powerful orgasm being ruined so badly for him. But maybe the ruined one just made her present teasing all that much better.

As she rubbed and loved his monstrous throbbing shark dick, she was also rubbing herself faster and faster on his thigh. Edging herself yet again. She closed her eyes, living and feeling the moment of her worship, he felt that she would soon get her reward for her affection. Her body was on fire by the time, her pussy lips puffed up from the arousal she inflicted in herself. Her eyelids fluttered half open, with her lower body begging for release. But, however she tried to get her attention away from it, the needy sensation from her womb didn't cease. It became stronger and she had no more will to fight it. This hulking man will mark her womb with another child. She fell into a trance, as she felt it. He was throbbing hard again, and this time she let it happen, placing her lips just below his tip, she licked as the monstrous blue cock with encouragement, as it was throbbing spraying cum up in the air, which coming back down splashed her from above. 

Her breathing became ragged and it was more like moans, as she got bathed in his cum, again and again, her wanton sounds filling the night air as she could no longer edge herself, even as she stopped rubbing herself, on his thigh, the mere sensation of the warmth on her skin sent her over the edge. "N-n-ahhhh...nooo... huuuuhhhhh!" She cried out in disappointed pleasure as her abdomen shook and cramped, her self inflicted accidental orgasm washed over herself. Meanwhile the shark man was moaning out with her in sync, she wanted to torture her pussy more with edging, and let his cock break the final straw, with her impregnation, but it seems her fever got too much for her. Never the less she kept teasing the erupting volcano, until all that was left was one limp cock she kept stroking much to the shuddering protest of the receiver, who could barely lift his hands to try and stop her. Her hands were at her pussy already rubbing circles on her sensitive clit surviving yet another orgasm, but this time without any healing to ease the nerves that were on fire.

He didn't know he was into post orgasm torture like this until he experienced it. His cock was on fire, sensitive, yet her gentle strokes and kisses even to the limp member felt heavenly. But she was not done. After the shadow elf got herself over her lost edging streak she glanced over to the remaining yet untouched, erect cock, shaking from the quantity if arousal it was subjected to, having experienced an orgasm from it's other half while not shooting it's backed up load yet.

The woman stared with in glee her eyes looking it up and down admiring it as her fingers slid into her pussy that made her shudder. The two digits felt lost in the sea of ambitious arousal that was conjuring her sudden and immediate need for a child. She pulled her slimy soaked fingers from her pussy and used it to rub his cum from her body towards her pussy. She knew they didn't need another kid... but she wanted to feel that massive impaling cock throb inside her once more. It was irresistible urge, coming from her lower lips as it greedily lapped up the scooped inside cum, her fingers provided. There was no turning back. After all what harm could come... from just.. one... more...

Before he could stop her she straddled his erection, her mind fully gone, slowly descending on his full length, as her similarly sensitive insides soaked in the near orgasmic sensation as her womb was pushed further and further up into her body. Her body knew what was coming, as she bounced a bit at around half his length being inside her, then let go of the muscles in her legs, using her bodyweight to force his properly aligned tip into her womb.

She looked up into the sky as her eyes rolled back once more. A moan leaving her body as the air was pushed out of her lungs from the internal gut punch. Without this manoeuvre she had no chance of going balls deep on his huge cock, and of all the times she pulled it off, she could swear it was better and better with each consecutive impalement. She needed to experience this pleasure, and to guarantee him erupting inside her. She rarely had the chance for this, and from experience she knew, once it was in, he could only pull it out soft.

She loved how his base was thick and his tip thin. It gave her a pleasant filling, stretching sensation at her entrance while the tip could still invade her womb without it having to stretch it out too much. She began to grind on him back and forth giving herself up to pleasure. As one of her hands slid up to her breast pinching her nipples and twisting it. She knew that after this orgasm she'll pass out, but she was going to go out with a bang, and of course with another child growing in her womb.

He sat up to protest, as he realised the crazed state she was in, but the pleasure he was feeling was too great to do anything but pant and enjoy it. He felt his cock throb. He knew exactly the depth it reached inside of her. And he could see the unnatural vertical bulge stirring around her insides as she moved her hips. She picked up his spent cock with her free hand and began to do her signature milking handjob moves. With this, his system just gave up, his mind went blank with pleasure and a singular thought of how great his unborn child will be. All his nerves on both cocks were ascending to Nirvana, he no longer had authority over his body, just pleasure taking over. His free cock began to get hard again which she used to rub her nipples against, giving her the additional push she needed to be sent over the edge. Her pussy contracted hard as her first wave hit her, pushing him over the edge for a final time, as her belly flowed full with his cum, pumping directly into her womb, creating her favourite belly bump. The last thing she saw before her perception gave up on her, allowing only the orgasm to dominate her entire being. With her body on autopilot, and shaking with her orgasm, his other cock was also sent over the edge, but being spent and freshly erected back to life for the 2,5th time by her magic touch, despite the world shattering orgasms, all it could do was slowly pumping and oozing out his cum onto her chest as her rugged mute breaths of orgasm were leaving her body, that was yet still cuddling the cock that was not sheathed into her.

---(epilogue?)---

The next morning, the naked couple woke up where they passed out. One limp cock, womb deep into the freshly impregnated woman, one cuddled as she laid on his stomach, both covered in his dried cum. "Morning love." He greeted his wife. She rubbed her eyes and grunted a friendly sound back she didn't feel like fully getting up yet. He sighed with satisfaction. "I can't lie. Your idea to spice things up with a skirmish at the beginning really put something into this. But if this is going to end with another child every time, we might have to keep it to a minimum..." He said petting her as his cock began to get erect, just from the sight of the beauty lying on him, cuddling his now not quite flaccid member. She felt the stiffening in her as she slid a bit further up, so his hardening cock pulled out of her womb, but she refused to let her lovely escape her pussy's grasp fully just yet. The usual aftermath of her bouts of baby fever. She began to give kisses to the other cock's tip. "I'm pretty sure they beg to differ." She said with a coy smile, looking up at him with innocent eyes, glistening like a woman reborn, she knew what she was guilty of but she'll just play her cute card and get a couple other fucks out of this morning instead...

Contents: Shadow (dark) elf, monster cock, cock worship, plot twist, sub/dom, runied orgasm, you'll find out the rest as you read along.

Ps: Don't forget to read it with one hand and let me know if you enjoyed it. 

Edited July 4 by Reasoned
Fixed it. For real this time... right?

[IsabellaRose]

The Thorns of Briarhold

The moon hung low over the ruins of Briarhold, its silver light catching on the shattered spires and curling ivy like a beckoning finger. Lanternflies shimmered in the mist, their glow a soft pulse in the still air. Somewhere beyond the crumbling gatehouse, something sang, not in words, but in a voice that brushed the skin like a breath, trailing heat behind it.

Callen paused at the threshold, heart knocking in his chest. He was twenty summers old and not yet used to the weight of a sword on his hip, though he wore it proudly. His cloak was still too new , and his boots had barely known mud, but already the brambles here had left greenish smears across the polished leather. He took a step forward.

"You'll want to go slowly," came a voice from the darkness, smooth, measured, like warm honey sliding down a goblet.

Callen turned, hand on the hilt. “Who’s there?”

From the shadow of a broken pillar stepped a figure. They were tall, moved with a languid grace, and were dressed in deep violet robes that shimmered like oil in the moonlight. They had hair like black water, long and loose, framing a face so fine it was neither male nor female but both at once. They were dangerously beautiful.

“I might ask you the same,” the figure said, smile curling like incense smoke. “You don’t look like a grave-robber or a scholar. Are you here for the Thorn?”

Callen blinked. “The Thorn?”

The stranger stepped closer, circling him. “Oh, sweet boy. You’ve come seeking treasure and don’t even know its name.” Fingers brushed his shoulder as they passed behind him. “Briarhold was once home to the Court of Vines, a decadent little kingdom, all tangled in beauty and rot. The Thorn was their crown jewel... or so the stories say. They say it blooms only for the one who dares to bare themselves before it.”

“I’m not here for stories,” Callen said, too quickly. His voice cracked at the end.

The stranger chuckled. “Then you’re in the wrong place, novice.”

“I’m not...”

“...a novice?” the figure interrupted, amused. “Then tell me, boy, how many ruins have you entered alone? How many times have you crossed blades with monsters? How many times have you eaten the heart of your kill?”

Callen flushed hot. “None.”

“Mmm,” the stranger purred, coming to stand before him. “That’s what I thought.”

They were close now, closer than comfort allowed. The scent of them was heady, spice and old roses, like summer’s end. Callen wanted to step back, but his legs were rooted to the stone. Something here pulled a him. The stranger touched his cheek.

“Your eagerness is like perfume,” they said. “But down here, beneath the moss and bone, eagerness becomes hunger. And hunger...” Their fingers dragged along his jaw. “ Hunger can make a boy into something else entirely.”

“Who are you?” Callen whispered.

“Names are for tombstones,” the stranger said. “I am the one who never left Briarhold. I am the one who dances between the petals and the thorns.”

They turned and beckoned. Despite every warning stitched into Callen’s thoughts, he followed. The path wound through dead arches and vines so thick they barely moved when touched. Pale white blossoms opened as they passed, sighing with soft breath. No animals stirred here. No birds called. There was only the weight of old magic and something darker... a hunger Callen felt like a prey animal feels the predators' presence.

The tall being led him to a sunken garden, overgrown with twisted roses. In its center stood a pedestal, and on it, a black stem coiled like wrought iron, topped with a single crimson bloom.

“The Thorn,” they said, gesturing as if to a lover. “It waits. It tests.”

“For what?” Callen asked, voice dry.

“For the brave, the foolish, the curious.... it doesn’t care what name they wear.”

Callen stepped forward. The air grew warmer. The scent of the flower made his blood hum. Each breath filled him with something that wasn’t his, heat and longing and the echo of mouths he’d never kissed. The Thorn seemed to watch him.

“Does it… bite?” he asked.

The creature laughed, low and decadent. “Only if you want it to.” They came up behind him, their breath soft at his ear. “Touch it.”

Callen hesitated. “What happens if I do?”

“Then the garden blooms,” they said, lips nearly touching his neck. “And perhaps… you bloom with it.”

The Thorn pulsed. Callen wasn’t sure if it was light or movement, but it called to him. He reached out, some part of him telling him it was wrong, but unable to stop himself. His fingers brushed the petals, and there was a prick, sharp, but not painful.... then warmth, spreading up his arm like wine. He stumbled back, dizzy. The garden shimmered. Flowers opened all around, vines coiling, slow and sinuous, like dancers waking from sleep. And the person... thing standing behind him... changed.

Their eyes glowed like embers now. Thorns crowned their brow. Their robe fell open, revealing skin as smooth and pale as moon-petals, and patterns beneath that shimmered like tattoos of vines wrapping down their ribs and hips. At the front of their smooth, white body, a black thorn grew like a cock, smooth, long, and impossibly hard. They were not human, nor were they fae. They were something older, something hungrier, and Callen couldn’t look away.

“I thought I’d imagined it,” they murmured, stepping forward. “That someone like you would come. So untouched. So unsure.” They reached out, and Callen found himself stepping forward, drawn by something more than sight.

“I—” Callen began, but they placed a finger to his lips.

“Don’t speak. Not with words. Let the Thorn teach you.”

Their hands met. A tremor passed between them, shuddering, intimate. It was not lust, not yet, but it held the potential for lust. It was the whisper before the kiss, the hush before fingers find hidden places.

Callen felt heat pool low in his belly, his skin burning in the cool night. They didn’t touch him, not truly, but every inch of space between them seemed charged. He saw himself reflected in their eyes, wide-eyed, trembling, yearning. And he saw them too, cloaked in beauty like a blade sheathed in silk.

“Will it hurt?” Callen asked.

“Oh,” they said, smiling, “some truths should hurt.”

They leaned in. Their lips brushed his cheek, soft as a petal, lingering like a promise. "I will not force you," they whispered. "You may run... but if you stay, you’ll never forget how this place made you feel.”

And Callen, novice, trembling, awakening, did not run.

 

[FinalFantasyDreamer]

Rise of an Incubus 

In a realm different than our own creatures are born and live in a pool of desire. They have no physical form, at least not a physical form as we might know. Instead they are beings of energy. That feed off and absorb the energy of others. They have individual personalities but a shared form and a shared desire to grow, copulate, and evolve.

Looking over her shoulder Sha'ani breathed out a blast of cold air in the damp dungeon. Flipping through the spell book she was getting frustrated. "It is not here." She groaned throwing her books to the floor. She could hear the army was closing in. "That dam Kara." She muttered. She had asked her for just a little time before reporting the theft but that goody two shoes just had to report her. With a huff she blew her long dark hair out of her face. Standing up she stood in the middle of the magic circle she had drawn on the floor. Taking a deep breath her slim figure trembled slightly under the robe. "Magic was about taking risks after all." She mumbled to herself. So what if the spell didn't exist she would create it. Hearing the army breaking down the door she knew it was now or never. Starting the chant of power the runes and crystals began glowing with an intense light. Enveloping her in white light 

In another world the darkness stirred. It felt the walls between realities weakening. This was it. This was it's chance to leave. To go where none of it's kind had gone before. Reaching out in the darkness it saw a bright light. Moving it's form towards the light it could feel itself separating from it's kind.

With a flash the white light turned dark. As the creature merged with the energy of her spell. The energy ripping Sha'ani's robe to pieces. All the magic in the room burst. Lighting the room on fire. As the energy surged through Sha'ani her body shook in orgasm. She let out a moan as her body experienced an orgasm like never before. Her hands gripping her supple breasts in pleasure. Collapsing she fell into the crystal in the center of the circle her pussy juice splashing onto it. The energy following a food source it had never tasted before rushed towards the crystal becoming trapped inside it. Sha'ani quickly regaining her senses. Looked around at the burning building and the crystal she had stolen. Now pulsing with a dark energy. A smile spread across her lips. Success. She quickly grabs the crystal and warps out of there before the army comes crashing in the room.

One year later. A maid enters her masters study. She must be quick about it before her master scolds her again. Reaching out she touches the crystal. The entity in the crystal reaches its mind out at her presence. "Hello again." It asks trying to figure a way out of the prison it is stuck in. The young maids fingers tremble. She doesn't know why but being around this artifact makes her feel things. Things she has never felt before but knows she wants to feel again and again. "Are you okay?" She asks. Noticing the light in the crystal seemed to be getting dimmer. "Just hungry." It replied. Just then Sha'ani bursts into the room and the maid pretends to be cleaning around the bookshelf. "What are you doing in here?" She snaps making sure her crystal wasn't touched. It had become a source of power and wealth for her this past year. Though she had felt its power diminishing and was becoming increasingly paranoid about it. "J...j..just cleaning like you asked master." The maids voice trembling as she spoke. Just then Sha'ani's attention is pulled away. "Kara what does she want now!" With a humph she slams the door and stalks down the hall. "Why do you do what she asks?" The entity asks the maid. "Because she is my master and my life is hers to control." She replies. "That's just the way life is." She turns to leave but something in her stops her. Sensing this the entity sees a chance to change it's fate. "Do you want to change your fate?" The words hang in the maids mind.

That night the maid sneaked into Sha'ani's room. She gripped the crystal in her hand. She didn't know why she was doing this. She just knew she wanted to feel the way the crystal made her feel forever. Creeping towards her master's bed she lifted the covers. It had said it needed to feed on energy. Her master slept naked. Her ample bosom rising and falling as she breathed. Taking the crystal the maid closed her eyes. Without looking she shoved it inside her master's pussy. With a shout Sha'ani woke up grasping towards the crystal but it was to late. The entity poured forth from the crystal bringing her to the edge of climax but denying her release. The maid hit by a wave of lust starts playing with herself in the corner one hand in her wet pussy the other on her tit. With every denied climax the entity grew stronger. Feeding off the sexual energy of the young mage. The crystal and the entity start merging with Sha'ani's body. Her mind breaking as she moans seeking the pleasure of orgasmic release. A pleasure her body was being denied.

The maid awakening slowly blinks her eyes. How long was she out? Looking down at her hand deep inside her own pussy. She gingerly extracts it with a pop. Her sexual fluids coating the ground her body sore from so many orgasms. Her stomach growled. How many days had passed? How many orgasms did she experience? Looking over at Sha'ani. Her face contorted in lust. Desperate for an orgasm she is humping the air. Looking the other way she sees it. Standing tall. Muscular shoulders flexing. The entity smiles at the maid. "Congratulations you are made of better stuff than her." He gestures towards her master. "Are you..." Before she can finish speaking he interrupts her. "Your new master? Yes I am." "What about her?" She asks pointing towards Sha'ani. "Her mind is broken. She is nothing but cattle now. But you...yes you will be helpful." Reaching out his hand the maid takes it.

Yes he can feel the untapped potential of this land. Now he just needs to breed. He needs to find a mate who could survive the process. It might take 10000 years but he will find a mate and begin his plan.

Far into the future a waitress approaches a man sitting in his office. He is watching a screen of the people in his club. "Master you called me." She asked bowing her head. He looks up smiling at his oldest and only friend in this world. "Yes. I found her." The entity smiled.

Edited July 4 by gb87
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[WickedCadrach]

//Hey! I got it submitted in time, lol//

Hearing loss. That had to be it, Daga thought. Davaros had taken one too many strikes to the helm, and all that ringing steel meant the paladin couldn’t tell that he and Melleria were going at it hard enough to make the wood nymphs blush.

Seated at the fire, the goblin woman gave the red oil-cloth tent a loathing look that might have been disappointment if the droop in her black lip and sallow eyelids hadn’t given the expression the appearance of dripping off her face like running paint. It was stupid to feel any way about it, she decided. Anyone with half a brain knew that the blue-eyed warrior with the silver sword—nineteen hands tall if he was an inch—belonged with the golden-haired half-elf he was currently stabbing with his other divine weapon. And with a miserable flick of her wrist, Daga swept her curved knife across the bulby, white head of gnomeweed growing out from under the fallen log she and the Blacktooth had dragged over for a bench.

Blacktooth wasn’t seated on the impromptu bench, however. The dwarf had opted instead to squat on his pack opposite the fire from her… closer to the tent. And with his head cocked to the side and his mustache split by the stupid grin plastered on his roseate face, Daga could see the square of dark enamel that gave the barbarian his name. Cutting a weedy thread of budding assassin-vine, she tried to ignore it… just as she tried to ignore the way his calloused hand was massaging his breech cloth and just as she was trying to ignore the light, breathy voice from inside the tent gasping, “quiet, the others will hear.”

Despite how she acted around the paladin, Daga didn’t believe the sorceress was quite that naïve. She knew what they were doing. She knew the dwarf and the ratty, little goblin woman would hear, and she liked knowing they would hear. Well, maybe not that Blacktooth could hear… but Melleria had caught Daga’s eyes lingering on the paladin’s sweat-streaked body as he doffed his armor after battle. Though she’d not said anything to her face, it seemed like that had been the moment the crimson-clad sorceress’s own impatience with the affably dense paladin had turned to flirtation.

“Aah~ Not so rough…”

Daga let out a sharp, little growl and stabbed the log. From across the fire, Blacktooth looked her way, and the goblin looked off into the trees, trying to hide the crumb of embarrassment irritating her eyes after being caught.

“You know…” the dwarf started, shifting on his pack and swaying a little, as if his graveled voice had started a little avalanche inside that was making him unsteady. “There is somethin’ about bein’ in the woods… at night… under the stars… Somethin’ kinda… romanciful.”

Melleria let out a high, tight squeal, and there was a pause in the steady clapping coming from the tent as cloth rustled, but only a pause. Soon the butcher’s counter sound of slapping flesh returned at a swifter pace.

Ignoring the dwarf and running her palms over the wide green slope of her pointed ears, Daga wondered how much she’d still be able to hear if she cut them off.

“I’m just saying—”

“Not in the mood,” Daga said, cutting off Blacktooth before whatever ham-fisted proposition cooking on his tongue could escape.

This, however, did not prove sufficient.

“Not in the mood?” Blacktooth said incredulously. Standing up, the dwarf sauntered around the fire in a way that Daga was sure was meant to show his best assets, his stance wide and showcasing the thick muscle of his thigh—among other things—through his breeches, his grin wider now that his rotten tooth was facing away from her. “Come’n, now. Listening to them carry on doesn’t do anything for you? All them sounds… Just picturin’ what’s goin’ on inside that tent… You don’t feel even a little… randy?”

As he came to a stop in front of her, Daga could see how ‘randy’ her adventuring companion was feeling, and with no inconsiderable exercise of willpower, she resisted skewering his ‘randiness’ like a sausage on the end of her weed-executing blade.

She didn’t, and it wasn’t all because she didn’t like the idea of having to interrupt Davaros and Melleria’s escapades to request an emergency healing on the barbarian. No, it was in no inconsiderable part because he wasn’t wrong. And as she averted her eyes, her dark lips pinching in frustration, all the flower-cutting in the world wasn’t going to fill that ache nestling low in her own breeches.

“Ah, fuck…” Blacktooth muttered, his eyes softening a degree as he dropped onto the log beside her. “Sorry. I knew you were a touch gaga for the human, but it looks like it’s really stewin’ ya, eh? The rogue and the paladin… funny sort of pairing.”

It was perhaps the most sincere, Daga had ever heard the dwarf speak, and for some reason the fact that he hadn’t said ‘the goblin and the human’ gave her pause. As she glanced his way, she saw his cracked lips were pulled tight in thought, his hands staying put on his own knees as cricket song and the metronome of the paladin’s impressively steady thrusts filled the air between them.

 “I, uh, yeah…” Daga started, unsure what to do with the uncharacteristic show of empathy from her companion. They’d faced death together, but facing life was an entirely different matter. “I mean… I get it. Human’s don’t generally go for, erm, all of this…”

Daga gestured at her scrawny figure, twelve-hands tall if you counted the ears, her yellowed eyes and rough skin the pale sickly shade of green that sometimes accompanied pus. Only her teeth were vaguely appealing, and those she’d had changed by a transmutationist—exchanging her fangs for pearly teeth of the sort found in human and elven mouths. In experience, she’d found that the juxtaposition actually made her more unsettling to some, and the only benefit was that she could now do away with the native hissing of her goblin accent more easily and do a fair imitation of some of the elven ladies she’d seen at their stopovers in Evershorne Glade.

“Ah,” Blacktooth said thoughtfully, his beard wagging as he shook his head in condolence. “I understand. It’s the rare elven beauty that goes in for a road-stained dwarf like myself.”

Her instinct was to snap back that there was a fair sight of difference between a dwarf and a goblin when it came to such things, but Daga held her tongue. If nothing else, Blacktooth’s moment of sincerity was distracting her from the back-arching gasps coming from the red tent.

“You know, my folk have a story about such things,” the dwarf began, leaning back on the log and looking up at the stars, and for the faintest moment, Daga idly thought how the angle suited him.

“There was once a gosling, and when she were born, she was the ugliest little bitch that ever waddled.”

Daga frowned. “Not sure I love where this story is headed, Blacktooth.”

“It gets better, it gets better,” the dwarf interjected holding up a palm to motion for patience. “Now this little goose, she knew she wasn’t the sleekest or the most handsome of the goslings, but she did not give up. No. She decided to do what she could. So as the farmer came round to feed his geese, the ugly little gosling rushed in and ate all she could.”

This was a decidedly dwarven tale, Daga thought, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hands as she looked to her companion beside her.

“And as she ate, she grew big and plump, and the more she ate the fuller her feathers became and the rounder her frame grew.”

“So… all this eating made the ugly goose… beautiful?” Daga asked, not quite seeing the point yet.

Blacktooth blinked and let out a wheezing chuckle. “What? No! She was ugly as sin, but she were right plump by then.” Taking a moment to collect himself, the dwarf’s gaze lingered on Daga with a softer grin. “She were stout and ready, and when the farmer came, he picked her out of all the other geese. And that night, he had himself a right delicious dinner. So you see—” Daga bristled as she felt the dwarf’s rough hand surreptitiously slide from the back of the log to cup her ass, and turning to face him, she flinched at how suddenly close that rotten black tooth loomed. “—even a very ugly goose can make for a very fine evening.”

The suddenness with which Daga’s elbow found the barbarian’s sternum was only matched by the speed with which she shot to her feet. She didn’t waste any words, turning and stalking for the treeline.

“Fine,” the dwarf wheezed, bent double and clutching at his chest, “be a cunt about it.”

“AH! Davaros!”

“Will you all shut the fuck up!” Daga’s outburst was so sharp and abrupt that for a moment even the woodland insects seemed to hold their breath. And as she disappeared into the wood, her goblin-eyes adjusting swiftly to the full darkness, she only faintly heard the paladin’s breathless whisper of “did you hear that?’”

Stomping through the brush, Daga cut the heads of several more gnomeweed bulbs. She carelessly swung her knife through a dangling dart-thistle, wincing as the irksome weed left a red line on her knuckle. Blue serpent-tail wasn’t strictly a weed, but Daga cut several of them anyway, too. It made her feel marginally better. Stabbing and slashing usually did.

As she kicked her way through the roots of the dark forest, Daga cursed each of her three party members in turn, though, after the moons turned another hand’s breadth in the sky, she decided Melleria was the only one who really deserved it. Blacktooth was a jackass… but honestly, it was on her that she’d forgotten that for a moment and allowed herself to believe otherwise. Davaros was too dense to realize the sorceress was toying with him, and even if he knew, what reason would he have to care? Because it hurt the feelings of the rat-titted goblin he’d hired on to pick locks and clear traps? ‘Oh, yes, Daga, I would certainly have turned down the no-strings sex with this buxom half-elf if I’d known you had a little crush on me.’

“Stupid,” Daga muttered, swiping out with her dagger to lop the flowering heads off a couple budding troll’s-banes. “Just stupid.”

Tripping on a root, she stumbled a moment, her hand coming up to catch her balance on the tree beside her and finding it oddly… smooth?

Daga blinked, righting herself and taking half a step back to assess what she’d just stumbled against.

It was a slim, paper-barked pine tree, but at her level, all the bark had been cleared away. At least, on this side it had. In its place was a carving. Set in relief against the trunk was a child, no… not a child. The features were too masculine and well defined, the proportions were all adult, it was just the size of him. A halfling then, and a vividly carved one at that.

Wrapping around the trunk was a vine of red gilbert, the thorns interspersed with the crimson red flowers that gave it its name. It was a small blessing that Daga had not stabbed herself falling against the tree with an open palm, landing instead on the handsome face of the halfling, though in a way it seemed almost appropriate given the way the carving was framed, almost as if it were falling out of the tree in the other direction, caught mid-air.

“Thanks for the hand,” Daga said with a cheerless little laugh. “It’s fine to see an actual gentleman out here.” As she assessed the silent halfling carved into the pine, she couldn’t help but note that whoever had done it certainly had an eye for the craft. He was so lifelike… and handsome to boot, and Daga found herself drinking in his beautiful features, right down to the small ribbon of a curl escaping his cap to fall across his forehead

With a sigh, Daga twisted the knife in her fingers, wistfully swiping at the tangling red gilbert. “I don’t suppose you want to come with? My current party are all assholes.”

As the crimson bloom was lopped off, there was a sudden rush of air, and the scent of pine resin burst forth so abruptly that Daga gagged on it. Saw dust and fine splinters fell loose, and the vine split apart, shriveling with an evil blackening that turned it to ash before her eyes.

The halfling man stepped out of the tree then, breathing hard, coughing and wrapping his elbow around his nose as the wood texture gave way to bright red cloth and sun-kissed skin.

“What the fuck!” Daga coughed, scurrying back and holding up her dagger warily.

“Hello? Is someone there?” The halfling asked, blinking and waving his hands uncertainly in front of him.

Daga hesitated, her wide eyes taking him in. There was a lute strapped to his back, and a sword at his hip. An adventurer? A bard, by the look of things.

“Hello? I-Is someone there?”

It was then that Daga saw his eyes—pale and faint to the point where the irises were nearly translucent. He was blind.

Clearing her throat, Daga smoothed her voice. She didn’t want to scare the man, so she put on the soft tones she practiced when no one was there to overhear, imitating the elven ladies of the city.

“Yes. Sorry. Hold on there, you’ll trip.” Daga started to reach out, then drawing up a pair of gloves from her belt, she put them on before taking the halfling man’s hand. “It looks like you were cursed, friend. Stuck in a tree, were you? Piss off a dryad?”

The halfling started, then relaxed as he felt Daga’s gloved hand in his.

“Oh, thank the gods. Yes, well, no… a colony of wood sprites. Gods, I can’t see... I’m sorry, I’m Hama. Hama Gleanlily. How long was I in there?”

Daga winced, carefully leading him out of the underbrush to a clearer section of the forest floor. “I have no idea. It’s Midsummer, the eighteenth year of King Lascombe’s reign.”

Hama winced. “Well, given I have no idea who that is, I’m guessing I was in there awhile.”

“Yeah…” Daga replied quietly, not sure what to say. Despite the tragedy in the situation, seeing the carved halfling man come to life, the details she’d appreciated in his features were now distractingly vivid. And the dark curl of hair, springy and lively again made her want to reach out and twirl it in her finger.

As the pause lingered between them, Hama’s expression changed, his initial fear subsiding to curiosity as he blindly looked down to where Daga still held his hand.

“I… take it you’re a halfling too, by your voice and the fact that we seem to be the same height.”

A somewhat awkward grin spread on his utterly kissable lips, and Daga blinked, freezing up for a moment. It was a simple enough misunderstanding to correct… it should have been, anyway. It would have been, if not for a thought that had popped into her head.

“I’m sorry, I may have misjudged,” Hama said uncertainly, his eyebrows pinching slightly at the silence.

“No.” Daga swallowed, clearing her throat a moment to keep the artificial smoothness to her tone. “No, you’re right… I’m Da—Dar…la. Darla Tum…ble…b-bell?”

“Darla Tumblebell?” Hama said curiously.

“Uh-huh. Darla Tumblebell,” Daga replied smartly, palming her face the moment the words left her mouth.

“It’s funny, I knew a girl in Haverford by the name of Tumblebell. Given how long I’ve been en-treed, maybe you’re her descendent,” Hama said, a small bounce in his words making it clear it was more a joke at his situation than a serious thought.

Daga laughed lightly, joining Hama as he shuffled forward and she began to lead him through the wood. But despite the halfling’s easy laugh, she had the sudden feeling of being on very uncertain ground.

Why had she done that? Stupid. So stupid. She tried to tell herself it was just to keep him calm while she got him to safety, but that explanation felt hollow even to her, and as he blindly looked her way again, Daga decided no matter how it ended up, she had to at least get him to safety.

“Look, I have an adventuring party nearby,” she said as she helped him over the next root. “But… when we get there, let me go first.” Wincing she quickly added, “I mean, they’re just skittish of strangers is all, and I’ll need to… erm… explain some… things.”