Dis'Conte Dahte!
Here's a try at "phantasy" from dear old Maitland.
I swung my battle hammer down, aiming for a quick kill. But the foul beast was not ready for an easy way to it's own hell.
Catching the hilt of my hammer, just below the buisness end, the daemon spawn stopped my advance.
I struggled against it's inhuman strength.
With it's one hand, it held Glimmer aloft, and with it's other, it swung at my side with a vicious looking short axe. The blade connected, easily slicing through my armor, breaking off in me. The pain was horrendeous. Nothing I had so far endured on my quests compared to this alien, rending pain. I gasped, stumbled, and fell to my side. I could not focus enough to start a healing spell. Or a warding spell from the pain. Or anything. My thoughts streamed at a relentless pace, most ending with how I was going to die here, forgotten, shunned from my own clan, shamed by my own Goddess.
As the foul Otherlord stepped back, savoring my agony, Looking for a dropped weapon, I noticed my hammer, just a short crawl away.
And that gave me renewed strength.
As I pulled myself to the Light-Forged hammer, I invoked the Call to Arms, verse XII, Sermon of the Desperate Crusader. "Vee'doth! Keas'Aidin, Rohknellesk Daemon le'Mon Sentell... Dis'Conte Dahte!" I roared the last line as I slung Glimmer upwards, neatly stopping the Witchblade of my foe from slicing me open. The hammer heated, filled with my righteous need for vengeance, burning bright orange at the head. I could feal the effects working on my body, the light from my eyes, burning the skin around the sockets, the inner howl forcing itself from my lips.
I pushed myself up to my knees, struggling to out strength the dark being. The Witchblade howled in furried protest from almost having blood, and now experiencing pain. But it did not deform, a testemony to the daemon's own determination. Another burst of hate later, and I was standing, arms held high, competing the others will. Our faces so close, it's breath nearly made me gag. It was that of death, and decay; of human flesh, stripped from a corpse.
The pain ebbing slightly, I took heart and pushed harder. I bellowed in it's face, light pooring from my mouth, and eyes, glaring painfully from its hellish pitted armor. My faith bolstering my frail mortal body, I called the last verse again, the repitition signifying belief in ones ability to win, at all costs. "DIS'CONTE DAHTE!!!"
The netherbeing cringed, falling to a knee, and the witchblade screamed, warped. They could not stand my power, as they were pummeled by my mercilessly unwavering belief in a Goddess who did not aknowldge me anymore. Seeing my opening, I unleashed the pent up inner rage. Glimmer glowed white hot, entirely, from hilt to hammer head, burning my gauntleted hands. With a last blast of unbearable light, I unleashed my Will upon my folding opponent. The image of Glimmer smashing the spiked warlod's helm was burned into my retinas.
I fainted.
I woke.
I was in a bed, possibly. Fine linens covering my unarmored body. The ash and smoke still lingered in my lungs, on my skin, and I coughed racking heaves as my side protested the abuse it had gone through. I smelled death, and charred human, but it was dulled, like it was only a stain, and a soft one at that.
An oppressively sweet perfume sifted through the smells of horror, leaving a bitter after-taste in my mouth. I coughed again, trying to clear my lungs of the abhorrent smell.
From my side, I heard the sounds of cloth moving against cloth. A presence stood above, to my side. I tried to open my eyes, but there was no change in my vision as my lids parted. I blinked once, twice, and then I realised there was a bandage upon my face, hiding the world from me.
A soft and gentle hand stayed my arm as I tried to lift it.
"Stay thine hand, kind sir." A lovely voice said. "Not rest enough, yet."
I tried to ask, Where am I? but all that came out was a soft croak.
"Be still, please, sir. You are not yet recovered from your condition..." The voice pleaded. It sounded young, gentle. Maybe a lovely maiden came a rescuing me from the jaws of death itself? I fell into an uneasy sleep, my dreams melding. Young women, giant dark monsters, glittering red eyes, hate.
I jerked awake, sitting upright, arms barely supporting my weight. Upon remembering I was in possibly a safe area, I slumped back into the soft bedding. Something warm and soft lay next to me. I pried the bandages on my face upwards, letting in soft candle light. Looking at it made me wince away. My eyes were still sore, and slightly unused.
The bed was a soft creme color, and the room was small, but well set. Not a commoner's, most assuredly, but probably not too wealthy, either. Maybe a Baron's Stable Quartermaster, or the like.
I reached over to wake the other, and my calloused palm brushed extremely soft fur. Silken, almost. I put my hand back to where it had touched, and I marveled at the way it carressed my thick skin. So unearthly soft, tickling my calloused nerves. I brushed my hand down; curved over a soft hill and then a dip and another hill.
A gentle moan alerted me to the waking state of the one in bed with me. I then realised I had slid my hand along the persons side, from torso to hip. An airy tail brushed my side, making my muscles shift in unconscious reflex.
I weazed as I tried to laugh.
The not so sleeping being rolled over, arm crossing my body in a light hug. The silken smooth fur was here too. A long snout nuzzled into my side, rolling luxuriosly along my aching skin. Soft, warm breath roiled against my side. A sigh of pure bliss escaped my mouth without other provocation.
I cradled the pleasent head with my arm, slowly pushing my fingers trough the fine hair.
A long, hot, wet tongue rolled along my stomach, startling me slightly. It slithered and prodded, pushing against my muscles. With an interested hum, the moist muscle touched my member. I let my breath out in a whoosh, not remembering when I had started to hold it. The soft head leaned closer to my waist, and the heat encircled my rapidly rigid manhood. My heart started to beat heavily, thudding away so loudly I was sure everyone in the world could hear it.
As I lay back, pressing firmly into the bedding, the slender, but long mouth took me in. And it was such a lovely mouth. So tight, and smooth, and warm, and deliscious. The pleasure was so profound, I fealt my eyes water slightly. It was overwhelmingly fantastic. Words could not describe it.
And then it bobbed, once, twice... I stopped counting, because I couldn't focus enough. The silken lady pushed a leg over mine, and I fealt her nudge me softly, her hip pressing with need, the heat radiating.
I pulled her up a little, but not much. I was still very tired, and so I closed my eyes. But she understood, and arched up, over, and then down. And then I realised how far from paradise I had been with just her mouth. It was like heaven had opened up, just so very slightly, upon my penis.
It was silk beyond silk. Pleasure beyond pleasure. It knew no bounds, and it was sucking, slipping, pressing, undulating.
Her fur slid lovingly against me. Her delicate hands pressed along my lower chest, tiny nails barely making contact with skin. Her legs straddled my sides as she slid up, down, slightly to the sides, forwards and back. Never had I experienced such a talented mistress. Her knowledge in pleasuring was unparalelled. She kept me on the edge, close enough to almost go over, but far enough to know she was in control, and wouldn't let that happen.
Like a game, almost. A never ending exquisite torture of nerve endings being pleasured.
Except, I wanted it to end, for us both, at once. And so, hoping I would time it perfect, I pushed back with all my saved up energy. My worrying was for naught. I timed it well.
She had just rolled back on me as I pressed up hard. She sucked in a sudden breath, almost like a hiccup. Then her inner walls sucked me in, and I slipped over the edge. My seed slashed hard and fast, lines of heat, in a furnace.
But then something struck my chin. A musky smelling, thick, sticky substance.
My eyes shot open, and lo and behold, She was not just a She, but also a He, albiet a petite size. Shi froze, like a mouse exposed, her meat twitching with her heartbeat, dribbling slightly. Hir deep brown eyes flickered between my own. From one to the other, then back again. Looking, searching, hoping. Begging.
And as shi stayed silent, wishing for a positive reponse, I put my hands on hir thighs. With an intake of breath, I ground up into hir. Shi bent forward, huffing hard, maleness pulsing with renewed life. I thrust a few more times, but had to stop. Sweat was trickling from my brow, so I just lay back again, content to let hir do the work again.
Shi leaned forwards, bouncing on my waist. Hir hot tongue flicked out, lapping up hir own seed. The long muscle lashed my chin and throat, pulling the sticky substance from my skin. On a whim, I pulled hir muzzle to my mouth, licking hir soft lips. Shi opened up to my advances, and I sucked hir slender tongue into my own mouth.
I was surprised to find that shi tasted sweet. Hir slight musk a welcome coloring of flavor. I sucked hard, and shi slammed hir hips to mine with an urgent need. I made a weak attempt at a thrust, but it seemed enough. Shi tightened up once again, and a thin fluid squirted from her tip, barely making it to my sternum.
With a heavy, contented sigh, shi flopped forward, embracing me with her entire body. I was so drained sleep overcame me almost instantly.
And that means I'm gonna end this now. I'm tired, and I haven't slept in like, 2 days. So yay. Go me.
NEXT EPISODE!!!
We'll find out who the mysterious herm anteater really is, and how our amazing, yet still unnamed, hero came into hir care. Trust me, it's gonna be a SHOCKER.
However, if someone can guess it, I'll be impressed, but grateful that someone would appreciate the little twist in store for them.
I'll just let you think about that... :3
Kisses! <3