Memories of Forgotten Past Chapter 2- Delusions of hope

Story by Demicol on SoFurry

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#2 of Memories of Forgotten Past


NOTE: Do not read this unless you are over 18 years of age! It contains scenes that you may find disturbing. It contains, nudity, rimming, and Anal intercourse.

This STORY IS part of a larger novel I have currently being published, all NAMES, and CHARACTERS are copyright to me.

NOTE 2: Also this may seem boring to many, but it IS erotica, and it DOES have a plotline, if you're a complete pervert go to the end to read the sex stuff

Hope you enjoy, this was one of my first erotic/yiff pieces ever.

ALSO I do ENJOY criticism, if you tell me what I need to work on, then that will be a BIG HELP! Thank you, now enjoy!

NOTE 2: THE PLOT HAS NOT YET BEEN REVEALED! WATKEN IS ONLY EXPERIANCING HIS PAST AT THIS TIME!

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"...please...," murmured Watken in his sleep as he tossed and turned on the ground. He let out another cry, "Don't...leave...!"

He sat up, looking around him, breathing hard, his body sweating. His eyes took time to adjust to the view around him, yet it was dim where he was and they didn't have to adjust much.

The room he was in had one opening, a large hole with screening over it in the top. The sides of the circular room were barren, except for small messages carved into the rock saying, "HELP" or having tally marks. There were no bodies but there was a black stain on the ground near Watken.

"Blood," he thought to himself as he got up. He felt weak and heavy. He turned around and saw a set of stairs and a door at the top leading out of the dank and musty room. As Watken made his way to the stairs he felt something tug him backwards, and when he looked down to see what it was, his eyes went wide. Even in the darkness of the room, he could see the anklet around him, and the receiver at the other end that kept him locked by an invisible chain. It allowed him free movement but only within a certain area.

Watken sat down and began to fuddle with the anklet not knowing why he was in the room or how he'd gotten there! As he tried to think, his head heart, he couldn't remember anything before waking up. Well...he did, but his vision of Ral'jak and he seemed like a dream more then a memory and he denied it to be part of his past. The sleek metal and its enchantment prevented Watken from keeping his hands on the anklet for too long, because it burned his hands. He screamed loudly when his hands burned and he took them away from the anklet putting his fingers in his mouth to stop the pain.

There was movement upstairs. He sat still as he heard someone at the door, playing with a key. The door opened, and a rush of light flowed in, illuminating the entire room, and almost blinding Watken. He covered his eyes as a large man slowly walked down the stairs. Watken couldn't see him, but he knew he was big, and he knew the figure belonged to race the *Vola'nag, because it had a tail that just barely touched the ground, and two large horns coming out of its head.

When the figured reached the base of the stairs, it stood taller then Watken (who was no standing) on the balls of its feet. It gave a smile to Watken and made for him. Watken wanted to fight him, but something overcame him, and he felt very weak. The Vola'nag grabbed at Watken, holding him up as he leaned in close.

"I am so glad I found you," said the Vola'nag as he whispered almost too nicely into Watken's ear, "You were on the side of the road, and I felt like helping you, but I know you're kind *Canto, you would like to see my kind die because of how we are. So, I figure I will give you a taste of what we are before letting you go. Besides, I can't pass up an opportunity like this."

The Vola'nag smiled and grinned giving a slight laugh as he unhooked Watken from the anklet. Watken tried to resist but he was so weak, his eyes were barely open, he feel right into the scaly arms of the Vola'nag who held him closely, taking in his scent, as he went upstairs through the door.

The Vola'nag looked through forest green eyes at his captive. Watken's eyes were closed, as if under a spell, though everyone knew the Vola'nag possessed no magic, only the Adept race did.

The Vola'nag wondered too if his captive was parched, for his skin was near pale almost, and the veins under his skin seemed almost too dark, as if filled with cold blood, but then he realized that this was a trait of the Adept race. The Vola'nag has mistaken him for a Canto, and instantly fear spread thgough him, because Adepts were quite strong, being the only race to posses elemental energy, but then he calmed himself down, realizing that as long as he held his captive into bondage, there was nothing he could do to escape.

The Vola'nag pulled open a large mahogany door, as light poured out on his defiant figure, and cascaded over his nude body. It was common to walk around in private nude, but when in public they would wear appropriate clothing.

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Watken began to come to, stirring slightly as his vision readjusted to the lighting around him. He tried to move his arms, but found them suspended by chains and straps. He instantly took notice of his situation. He turned his head backwards and found his whole body in chains and straps, being held in the air, only maybe 3 feet off the ground. He also found himself aware that he was without clothing, naked and helpless within bondage. He could only imagine what the Vola'nag would do to him. The Vola'nagians were peace loving, gentle kind beings, but this was far from anything he would've ever expected.

The Vola'nag was no where around. The room of concrete let in heat to keep the room warm and dim lights dotted the area. Nothing was in it except for Watken (who was bound with chains and straps) and some warm padding underneath him, almost in the shape of a bed. Watken began to pull and struggle trying hard to escape his bonds, but the harder he tried the weaker he became, and he had no way of using his elemental energy, because he didn't remember how do use it. He didn't even remember his name, but oddly enough he knew his situation was dire.

Something heavy and hard grabbed his neck from behind, almost forcefully it pulled Watken's head up slightly, and the Vola'nag Watken was held captive by leaned down next to him breathing in his scent deeply. Letting out a slight moan the Vola'nag leaned into Watken's cheek and gave it a long lick up to his hair.

Smiling to himself the Vola'nag whispered into Watken's ear softly, "I'm Kronas, and I think you're going to enjoy this." Saying nothing more Kronas stood back up, but kept his hand where it was and slowly moved it down Watken's back, taking care not to bury his ebony claws into Watken's back. Kronas didn't want to hurt Watken, not too much anyways.

Watken shuddered over the touch, the points of the claws spreading sensation on every nerve ending in his spine. Kronas ran his claws easily down his whole back, reaching at the top of his rear. He smiled to himself as he ran his hands over the soft fleshy mounds before him, causing Watken to breathe in deeply as the claws touched him. Kronas' left hand went between the crack in Watken's rear. He didn't press too hard but gently spread the mounds apart and allow Kronas a straight view at Watken's anus. The puckered bud was closed tightly, and there was nothing around the anus to show he was unclean.

Kronas stood up pressing his beige leathery body against Watken's back and breathing on his neck. Kronas let his warm wet tongue move over Watken's neck gently, enflaming even more nerve endings. Watken moaned, finally giving into the pleasure that was being given to him, through Kronas. Kronas could tell Watken was enjoying it, because his heart was racing, and when he put his arms around Watken's waist, he could already feel him starting to get hard.

"I know you're enjoying this," whispered Kronas into Watken's ear as he moved his tail over Watken's legs. Watken moaned feeling himself go hot as Kronas' tail ran over his anus.

"You're very tight you know," he said to Watken, "Are you a virgin?" Watken bit his lip and closed his eyes letting his head sag as Kronas leaned back down and spread his rear open. As a Vola'nagian Kronas' sense of smell was different it was highly sensitive to phermones and that's exactly what he could smell from Watken's rear. He sniffed in deeply taking in a sweet scent emitting from Watken. Kronas' own heart raced and he leaned in moving his tongue softly over the anus.

Watken moaned loudly, tightening as warm and wet saliva touched some of his most sensitive muscles. Kronas heard his appreciative moan, and went onward, slowly licking the anus and finally pushing his tongue inside Watken. The taste inside was hard to describe but it was very much how a human tasted. Somewhat sour on the outer area but once his tongue got into the inner ring of muscles he could taste the sweetness. It was somewhat harder to move his tongue though, especially with Watken tightening his muscles, but with a little work and pressure he was able to turn his tongue around inside the anus, so that he was getting every inch of it, and creating intense pleasure through Watken.

"S-stop," murmured Watken. Kronas pulled his tongue out slowly, licking once more the outer ring of the anus before leaning over Watken. He breathed down his neck heavily, and Watken could feel the racing of Kronas' heart against his back.

Kronas talked softly to Watken as he reached down and grabbed Watken's cock, holding the already hard member in his hands. He said to him, "Don't lie to yourself, you know you enjoy it."

Watken bit his lip as he felt something slippery and hard press against his entrance. It wasn't a hand, because the claws were sharp. He knew instantly, it was Kronas' shaft, and he was slowly going into Watken, leaning on top of his suspended body.

"Admit it," said Kronas as he pushed slowly into Watken, "you like it."

Watken sucked in hard as the cock fit into his anus with relative ease. It didn't hurt at all, and felt amazingly good.

"Y-yes," Watken said as he breathed out hard. The feeling WAS amazing, he wanted to push back against the Vola'nag but he couldn't do anything, he could only accept the pleasure that was being given to him, the teasing pleasure.

Kronas smiled saying, "I knew you would like it." He pushed deeper still, finally reaching the base of his shaft which was separated by hundreds of little scales that felt like silk against Watken's ass. Kronas stood still, letting his large girth spread open Watken's muscle before continuing. Watken could feel himself stretching. He felt himself stretch and contract around the cock that was inside him, the warmth an unbelievable feeling that felt to him like being given a full meal. Better then that, better then anything!

Kronas leaned up pressing down against Watken's body as he slowly pulled out of Watken, only to stop at the entrance and plunged back in. He had a little bit of resistance and smiled to himself.

"Heh, so tight," he said to himself as he began to go in and out of Watken slowly, "Yea, defiantly a virgin." The feeling for Kronas was like a blanket being covered over him on a cold night. It was amazing and possibly the best fuck he'd ever had. It was so good, that he knew he wouldn't be able to go as fast as normally because if he did he would surly cum instantly.

Taking his time, he let Watken have pleasure. The pushing of Kronas' shaft against his prostrate was perfect, the alignment was SO lined up, that the moment Kronas began to speed up, Watken came, a flurry of white cum shooting out of his penis. It caused him to tighten his muscles around Kronas who thought for sure he was going to explode, but he didn't. Kronas ran his hands down Watken's back again trying to keep his mind off of the fire building inside him. Then instinct kicked in.

The fire in Kronas' loins was increasing, and he began to growl lowly. Watken couldn't hear him, or his mind didn't want to, he was too engorged in the pleasure that was surging through his body. Kronas grabbed Watken's body, cutting at the straps that held him up, forcing Watken to fall to the ground. Watken panted heavily feeling himself close to another orgasm. Kronas roared loudy, tightening his grip on Watken's hips, his claws being forced into Watken, drawing blood. Watken didn't care though, he was crying out for Kronas to cum in him. Kronas panted heavily and with one final thrust, he pulled Watken towards him as he gripped him tightly, feeling his body let out its seed. Cum surged up into Watken's lower intestines, and he could feel it, because it wasn't warm, it was hot! (not as hot as fire though, so it didn't burn him)

Kronas leaned down, biting into Watken's shoulder. It wasn't pain that Watken felt, it was the only thing needed to make him cum again, and another load flowed out of Watken onto the ground.

Watken panted hard and turned his head slightly. He could see Kronas' latched onto his shoulder. Kronas looked at Watken almost with loving eyes as he released his teeth, that time it hurt, but just a little. Kronas felt his seed being milked from him, even though his orgasm had already hit, he was still cumming, and it was leaking out of Watken's ass. Kronas leaned down and kissed Watken, pulling slowly out of him and laying on the ground. He pulled Watken close to him, nuzzling him as if he were a lover.

Watken could've ran if he wanted to, but he didn't, instead he leaned into the Vola'nag, his body trembling with pleasure and he fell asleep in Kronas' arms.

"You'll make a wonderful," Kronas hesitated as he kissed Watken, "slave."

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Watken sat up breathing hard. It was dawn, around 6:30, and he was outside in a field.

"What happened," he asked himself as he looked around. The ground swayed slowly with the morning breeze, and birds could be heard chirping among the trees that dotted the landscape. Watken rubbed his neck and felt something on his right shoulder. He looked over at it and saw two marks in his shoulder, two scars, two teeth marks.

"It was real," said Watken to himself, "But if it couldn't have been a dream, then the marks should still be fresh." He lifted his black trouser pants and examined his leg; there were scars there as well.

"Was it...a memory?"

© Demicol

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