Silver Pines, Unusual Times
The (Short) Adventures of Benjamin Finn
Silver Pines, Unusual Times (Story 1)
Ben peered down the path known as Balverine Pass, noting the nasty presence of several the flat faced wolves. Those long limbed 'werewolves' gave him the heebie-jeebies. With a sigh, the coppery colored dragon lowered the telescope and sat down on a nearby rock, running a hand through his golden locks, which were currently pulled back into a ponytail. He looked like a big strong sort, with a short muzzled face and large slightly undulating black horns. He wore the standard colors of the Albion army: a white, long sleeved white shirt with billowing sleeves and laced wrists, a red and gold embroidered vest, black pants and knee high black boots. He also carried a Bonesmasher pistol on his hip, a Mr. Stabby sword across his back (yes, that's the real name!), and a rather wicked looking rifle known as Skorm's Justice. "Bloody hell...those bugger's are all over the damn road." Ben mumbled to himself, curling a lock of his gold hair around his finger.
Another glance behind him revealed a white figure moving amongst the brown. "Shit!" he cursed sullenly. "A bloody White Balverine! Just what I need. How the hell am I supposed to get through Silver Pines now? Oh, Swiftie is going to kill me..."
He considered the balverines, recalling the single one he had seen about five year ago. The beast had been so swift, those long talons easily tearing through flesh, and that short muzzle gaping with ragged fangs. He wasn't a match for those bloody creatures.... With a sigh, he stood and, after removing Skorm's Justice, hooked his knapsack from the ground and pulled it on. "Well, best to see if I can't put me skills to the test, eh?" he grinned to himself. When he smiled, his whole face lit up with warmth and infectious charm. He put the rifle to his shoulder, aiming down among the creatures. He aimed right for the head of the White Balverine first, and fired. He saw it's skull explode, splashing blood across the others nearby. They snarled and looked up at him, lunging forward. "Well, better get moving." he grimaced as he turned to flee.
1 Hour Later
"Raaaargh!"
Benjamin Finn was in a pickle. He had managed to somehow get himself pushed against a huge stone cliff, with at least five balverines surrounding him. His sword and pistol were keeping them at arm's length for now, but they snarled and barked at him angrily. It was only a matter of time before he was singing his last tune on his way to the pearly gates. "Well, might as well go out with a bang!" he grinned, darkly ironic as he raised Bonesmasher to point it at the balverine directly in front of him. He pulled the trigger, and with a bang, the skull of the ugly beast exploded. Blowback splashed across his white sleeve, but he was already spinning to slash at the oncoming wave of claws and talons. He winced and snarled as sharp claws nicked him, but he fought hard. His blade cut across the gut of one balverine, spilling blood and thick ropes of grey intestines across the ground, tangling up everyone's motions. Ben gave a rough cry as claws slashed deep across his back, his eyes watering with the pain, but he put the Bonesmasher over his shoulder, aiming behind him, and pulled the trigger. A gargling scream of pain rewarded his strained efforts. He backed away from the last two, blood staining his once pristine uniform, body aching from the hundreds of cuts from the wicked fast claws of the balverines. They were watching him warily now, having had three of their comrades go down in only a few minutes. "Well? Come on then! If you're gonna kill me I'm gonna take at least one of you with me!" Ben smirked, breathing hard. "Which will it be?" He tensed as they both snarled and moved forward, claws raised to destroy Benjamin Finn, alone in Silver Pines...At least, they would have, had not a shrill whistle not pierced through the night. They whined and backed away reluctantly, eying him like he were a tasty morsel, as the trees behind them rustled, parted, and struck Ben dumb. Well, actually, what came out of the bushes struck him dumb. A woman, a human woman who could only be about 5'5", delicately built like a porcelain doll and the skin tone to match, her long pale blonde hair flowing behind her, those startling blue eyes on him...Oh, and the fact she was buck naked didn't help much. "Such a warrior, ready to die even if it means being cut apart by wild beasts such as these?" she crooned, eyes half lidded as she studied. She absently smoothed her hands down a flat stomach, down the curve of her hips. It drew his eyes downward, over her plump breasts and further, to the pale pubic hair that curled between her legs. He forced his eyes back up, recalling his situation and trying to focus on it.
"Well, love, a man's gotta keep his mind on the goal, right?" he said easily, chuckling a bit, his mauled tail swaying stiffly behind him. "And who'd you be, eh? Pretty lil' thing all alone out here?" She laughed softly. "My name is Isabella. At least, that is what it was...before the White Balverines found me." she murmured, swaying between the two brown balverines, pushing them away with those dainty hands. They grumbled but crawled off into the bushes, sullen at being denied their prize. "White, eh? I heard tales, that you lot could be human at times. Didn't figure it was true, though. Hard to imagine, seeing your...uhm..." "The beasts, those monsters....yes, it is hard to imagine there is any intelligence among us when all you ever see are them." she said disdainfully. She was coming closer, and he thought it best to stand his ground, lest she see it as a sign of weakness. She came so close she could put her hand on his chest, which she did. "But there are only a few of us to rule the mob...and we become bored with one another quite quickly." He hesitated, a sword in one hand, pistol in the other, feeling vaguely like she was...flirting? The mere thought made him consider what his limits were. Of course, if flirting his way out of a potentially dangerous situation was his only way out....He'd gladly sacrifice his dignity. "You poor dear!" he said with heavy empathy. "Must be a right bore, having only a few blokes to keep you happy, eh?" She nodded, eyes gleaming now. "It is, Mr.....?" "Name's Ben. Ben Finn, the best sharpshooter in the Albion army, love." he said, adopting a prideful grin. She laughed softly, slipping her hands across his chest, finding the slices in his shirt and pushing her fingers into them. He flinched as fingers touched his wounds, feeling over them slowly, sensually. "Well, Ben Finn, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you." she purred, leaning up to brush full, flush lips against his muzzle. He gave a low hiss as her fingers suddenly dug into his cuts, sending fresh shoots of pain into his nerves. "Look here. I'm all for a romp in the forest, Isabella, but me rocks ain't got with pain, yeah?" he said firmly as he used the flat of his pistol to push one of her hands away. She scowled in displeasure, but sighed and nodded. "I had hoped otherwise...but I know that not all have the same wants as a balverine." she mumbled. She removed her nails and kissed him again; this time, he returned her kiss, dropping his weapons to the ground and wrapping his arms around her. Bleeding and sore, and he could still find the necessary energy to become fully aroused.
She made eager sounds as her hands wandered down his body, finding his belt buckle and quickly pulling it loose, snapping it out of his belt loops in a swift jerk. He grinned as he pulled his lips back from hers to watch her eagerly unbutton his trousers, slipping her hands in and pulling out his male hood. She uttered a small gasp, which pleased him more than anything. He was a lovely specimen, at least eleven inches in length, about three inches wide, with a flushed head and veins throbbing along the sides. "Oh God..." she whispered, eyes wide and hungry. "You're huge!" She wasted no more breath, dropping to her knees as her hands eagerly explored his cock. He groaned softly, eyes fluttering as she breathed across the flushed head of his shaft, tongue flicking out to tease the slit slowly. He watched her eagerly, seeing her full red lips slide across the throbbing flesh, gently suckling. He made a throaty sound of delight as more and more of his shaft disappeared into her eager mouth, the tight, wet orifice sucking, and the writhing tongue playing along the underside of him. "Bloody hell, Isabella!" he gasped, hands going to her lush hair. "That's brilliant!" His eyes rolled as she began to bob her head, her dainty hand gripping the base and squeezing as she blew him, slicking his cock with her saliva.
Balverine or not, she was amazing.
After several long, lovely minutes of this, she pulled off of him with a wet popping noise, panting softly eagerly. His delicate nose caught the scent of her arousal, his blood, and his own thick musk permeating the clearing. It was all so...primal. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down as she fell back on her rump, dragging him down on top of her. They both laughed as she pulled his shirt and vest off in one move, revealing huge, rolling muscles. She writhed in delight, and began kissing along his neck and chest, finger pads very carefully brushing over the wounds he'd gotten from the fight. He also felt her tongue playing over those same wounds, and knew she was enjoying his blood. He worried, for a moment, that she might loose herself and start eating him. But then she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her dripping womanhood across his thick shaft. He shuddered and shoved himself forward, both of them crying out as his cock filled her fit to bursting. "So...tight..." he gasped, shivering as she writhed happily beneath him. "Don't stop, don't stop! Keep moving!" she panted, gripping his ass and giving his buns a squeeze. He happily obliged and began to thrust, plunging his maleness deep and rough. She screamed for him, arching and wiggling in time with his thrusts, her body making wet, sucking sounds as his cock filled her over and over again. Her nails dragged down his back, moving across the deep wounds left by the balverines---though, thankfully, he had some thick scales across his spine so the bleeding wasn't to bad. Still, it rather hurt. He gave a roar and arched, which caused him to ram himself into her so hard he rocked her entire body. Apparently, this was something she liked, because she clawed him again, driving him harder and faster, his talons digging into the ground beneath them as he fucked her raw. He felt her teeth against his neck and knew what was coming before it happened. She bit down, hard. He felt some scales crack, flesh torn and felt blood begin oozing from his neck into her lips as she sucked on his neck. He didn't care. It all felt way to bloody good. Without warning, she pulled back from his neck, body arching and head going back. Her lips parted wide as a pleasure filled howl broke loose, her body throbbing around his cock, spitting thick juices against his groing as she came. He echoed her howl with a roar, his cock pulsing as he rammed into her again and again, his seed flowing into her, filling her until her lithe body became a little bulgy at the belly. He collapsed atop her, falling slightly to the side so he wouldn't crush her. They lay there, panting hard, sweat and blood oozing across both of them. His wild mane of hair had come loose, splaying across them in a tangled mess. Her own was mussed up with leaves, grass and other detritus. For a long while, they didn't move, but eventually he slowly crawled to his knees, shuddering when his cock slipped free of her warmth. He peered down at her satiated face, eyes gleaming brightly in his copper face. "I think I earned me-self a free pass through the forest without them beasties on my tail?" he chuckled softly. She crooned and stirred, blue eyes gaze up at him with a chuckle. "Oh yes. That and more. I'll make sure they never bother you, my handsome dragon, so long as you visit me each time you come through." she murmured back. "Deal!" he grinned, standing and offering her a hand up. He had a feeling that Silver Pines was going to be his most favorite place in all of Albion.