Rituals of the flesh
This is my first piece EVER! I would love some helpful comments about spelling (since english is not my native langauge), story progression, Which tags I could add, if it's a good story in general ofcourse and everything and anything helpfull. Please comment! And I hope you will all enjoy it!
He was running. He was not running out of fear or to flee. He was running just because he liked it. It helped him focus and organize his memories. To him it was a form of meditation, falling into the rythm of the sound his feet made when they touched the ground. He had run for miles already and would continue for a bit more.
He was an elf. Tall, with pointed ears and the youthfull appearance. Compared to a human he looked 28 but he was much, much older. And yet he was unlike any elf ever seen. He looked more like one of the human barbarians then a true elf. Broad-shouldered, very muscular, his dark hair long and loose. Elves looked frail and fragile, which was ofcourse not true. They were strong and lithe with very fast reflexes. Years of training and exercise however, had given him more bodymass, even better reflexes and the strength of 3 elves combined.
He kept running,through these, to him, unknown woods, his loincloth flapping a bit up and down with every stride he took. His vest was flecked with dust. The leather belt around his waist held a short sword and a flask filled with water, flavoured with crushed berries. On his back was a simple bow and a quiver of arrows.
The running gave him time to let his mind wander... Outcast. Failure. Filth. That was what he was to them. His clan had cast him out. 12 years ago. The council had met and sentenced him to this life. And for what? For love. How much he had loved her. How often had he made love with her. How much she loved him. True love would always endure. But they had to hide their love. For she was human. And although humans did not care with whom she fell in love with, the same could not be said for the elves. It was forbidden, beneath an elf to consort with a human.
When his clan found out, they captured both of them. The council was called that very same day and they executed her right in front of his eyes. The fury it built in him exploded and in his anger he broke his chains, killed two of the high elves and made his escape, leaving behind a bloody trail through the elf encampment. He thought of his lover dying there, the blood on his hands, the elves he killed, the screams of.... NO!
He stopped running. He had been running to think and mesmer about the happier times. Instead he found himself thinking again about the events that would surely haunt him for life. He was panting. Not of the run, but more of where his chain of thought had taken him.
It was late afternoon and he started to feel hungry. Though elves were mostly vegetarian, they needed meat for protein and sustenance. Since it had been weeks since he ate meat, it was time for a hunt. Although these woods were unfamiliar to him, he was sure he would able to shoot a deer or a bird. He took his bow and an arrow into hand and started off towards the south.
Slowly he went, moving silently and hidden, through the trees and brushes, looking for a prey to shoot. Then he realized, with great surprise, that the forest had gone completly quiet. There was no sound, excepting the rustle of the leaves in the wind. Not one call from a bird could be heard. Was it that the birds had heard or seen him and that they had fallen silent or fled? He was too good of a hunter for that to have happened. Or maybe there was another hunter out hunting? A wolf or bear or beast? Only eerie silence awnsered him. He was not scared, but also not totally confident in this strange situation.
A sharp pain stabbed in his neck all of a sudden. Mosquito bite, he thought, and he slapped at the pained spot with his hand. To his surprise his hand found a dart embedded in his neck. He quickly pulled it out and tried to look at it, but his knees buckled and he fell front face in the dirt. He heard someone approach just before he completly blacked out.
The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes, was his splitting headache and groggyness. He was lying on the floor, looking up at the strange ceiling. He slowly sitted up, shaking his head to clear his mind. He looked around, but his eyes still had to adjust to the darkness. It was very dark, since the only light came from an opening very high above his head. He slowly stood up, but immediatly fell down again and he decided to crawl and limp to the wall nearest to him.
The wall was made out of wood. No, not made out of. It was wood. Bark to be precise. He focused and looked around once more. He was inside a big hollowed out tree. He rapped his knuckles on the wood, and heard that it was very solid and thick. His eyes adjusted to the dark, so he tried to stand up again and this time with more success. Strangely he could not see any type of door or bars or anything. It looked like a fully closed tomb. Had they, whoever they were, dropped him through a hole? He walked along the wall, his fingers trying to feel a slit or seam, but nothing. He walked to the center of his cell and sat down, clearing his head and focussing his thoughts.
He had barely sat down, when he heard a strange rasping noise. On his right side a seam appeared in the bark, and a small hatch near the floor opened. A hand came through it holding a platter of food. No, it was not a hand. It looked more like a paw. It was furry and had claws. It laid the platter on the floor and retracted, then reappeared again with a bowl containing something fluid.
He jumped up, a bit too fast, the blood rushing to his head, making him dizzy. He tried to run to the hatch, but the moment of dizzyness made him to late to reach it. The arm or paw thing was gone and the hatch had disappeared as strangely as it had appeared.
He scratched with his nails in the bark where the hatch had been, but found nothing. He yelled; "Come back, where am I, who are you?", but no awnser came. He looked at the platter. It was filled with fruits, nuts and a piece of raw meat, probably from some type of bird. He quickly ate the fruit and nuts, but since the meat was not cooked, he left that alone. He eyed the liquid then. It looked milky white. After careful consideration, he decided to taste it. He cupped the bowl to his lips and took a small sip. It tasted bland, but it quenched his thirst. He swallowed it and immediatly felt a lot better. It was invigorating and his headache subsided. He drank some more and with every sip he took, he felt better and better, stronger even, more energized.
All of a sudden, the rasping noise was there again and he looked to the spot where the hatch had been. This time however there appeared a door, instead of the hatch. He waited to see what would happen. Nothing. After a minute, that felt like an hour, he called out. "hello? Anyone there?" Still no response. He walked to the door and looked for a handle. There was none. He slowly but his hand against the door to push it, but it already slowly opened. He looked out and saw that it was dark, probably midnight, but he could not see any stars in the sky. He took a step outside and then another and looked around, from left to right and there he saw multiple lights, probably from fires. If only he had looked up, then he would have known what hit him right then and there. It fell on his back and pulled a cloth bag over his head. He reached for it, but a pair of hands suddenly held them tight. He felt his hands being tied together and a noose was fitted over his head, on his throat, not to choke him, but to keep the bag in place. He felt a hand push him on his back, indicating he should walk. No not a hand. It felt to him as cushions with fur, like the palm of a dog or cat. Thinking about it, meant that he did not start walking, which got him another, harder push and a snarl. He started walking, but the sound made him wonder even more who or what his captors were. The snarl sounded unlike any other thing he had heard, not elf or human, or even troll.
After only a short walk, he was pushed with his back to something hard. He was being held by several 'hands' and tied up against a pole. He felt his ankles being tied to the pole as well.They released him. He had room to move his feet and arms, and he pulled against the ropes binding him, but he was too weak. He did not know it was the liquid which had weakened almost all of his muscles and slowed his reactions, dulling his senses. The bag was pulled off of his head. He had to blink a couple of times before he could see what was going on.
He was standing in a circulair opening in the middle of the forest, surrounded by campfires. In the distance, there were huts around the tree trunks, as if they had grown out of the trees itself. Drums were being played in a slow rythm. But he saw nothing of it. He could only stare at the creatures that were surrounding him. They looked like something he remembered from one of the tales his mother used to tell him as a child. They were catpeople! So history was wrong about them being extinct. Here they were, in great numbers, in a circle around him, only 5 meters away from him. They all had different coloured fur, some brown, others gold, some were striped or flecked and he even spotted a tabby. They were standing or sitting, some kissing each other, others playing the drums and a few were softly swaying to the rythm. Some were clothed with a loincloth or skirts made of flowers and leaves, but most just wore nothing.
He was so amazed and in awe that for a moment he forgot the predicament he was in. Then, from the shadows between the fires, emerged a feline wearing nothing but a small gold chain around her neck. She was tall, completely covered with black fur, as dark as coal. Her breasts were large and firm. Her golden eyes looked at him and she started to purr. The rythm of the drums quickened ever so slightly and she started to dance. Her hips swayed with the rythm of the drums, her paws were high above her head , her long fluffy tail flicked from side to side and she danced around him in circles. Each pass that she made she came a little bit closer to him. The drums beat faster and faster and the feline moved with it, untill she was standing behind him, the pole between them. He suddenly felt her paws on his chest. He felt scared, untill her paws slowly began exploring his body. He felt her paws going to his nipples, then a bit wider tracing the muscles in his chest. His breathing was quickening, but not from fear. No, it could not be. Was he getting arroused? Her paws slowly lowered and rested for a moment on his belly. At the same time her tail had come up and snaked around his left leg. Her paws went to his hips then and he felt a little bit of pain, as she unsheathed her claws and scratched his skin, but also cutting the bindings that had held his loincloth up. It fell to the ground, leaving him completly naked. His member was already thicker then normal, but not hard yet. The cat-girl looked down over his shoulder and her paws, claws sheathed again, thank the gods, closed over his elfhood. She started rubbing him.
A soft moan escaped his lips. He was actually starting to enjoy it. Here he was, in the strangest situation he had ever been in, and all he could feel, instead of pain, fear, anger, was a state of arrousel. His member began to grow and was soon fully erect. The cat-girl then let go of him and walked around to face him. She looked him up and down and gave him a feral grin, exposing her sharp pointed teeth for a flash and then she squatted down. He looked down and watched as her face slowly moved toward the head of his hard, throbbing cock. All the while she looked up at him, straight into his eyes, making a strange, erotic connection. Her tongue flicked out, and just before he felt it on his member, her paws went to his balls and started massaging them. Her tongue felt strange, but it was also the best feeling he ever had in that way. Slowly she licked his member, first only the tip, then around the rim of his head. He moaned loudly, which must have delighted the feline, because she started to purr a little. She started to lick his elfhood up and down. He looked at his member for a second, breaking the eye contact and saw that his cock was harder and longer then ever had before. It was slick with the saliva of the feline, the veins throbbing with each beat of the drum. She started to take him in the mouth and slowly sucked him off. He closed his eyes and moaned in pure extacy. The feeling of her lips, the inside of her mouth, it felt great. Her mouth opened wider and she started to bob her head. With each movement forward, she took a bit more of his cock inside her mouth, working her way further, untill his cock was in her throat. Amazingly, she went even further untill the entire length of his member was inside her. He could feel her tongue against his shaft licking, her paws massaging and thne she started to purr loudly. It made her throat vibrate and with it, his cock inside her. He could not hold any longer. His cock began to throb and he was about to release himself inside her. He started to groan loudly and felt an explosion of searing hot pain. His orgasm did not come. Instead, the cat-girl had unsheathed her claws and struck the tips of them in his balls. It was such a strange feeling. The pain kept him from cumming, but still his member was harder then before. It was as if she had blocked a nerve or something with her claws, or maybe it was because of the pain.
The cat-girl let his member slide out of her, stood up, turned around, gave a pat on his member with a flick of her tail and walked away. Perplexed, he could only watch her go. He did not even try to move or make a sound. His cock was still fully erect and he had a feeling that it would not go down, even if he wanted it to. Small droplets of blood fell to the ground, probably coming from the punctures in his balls. The cat-girl came to the edge of the circle and fell down on all fours, meowing softly. All the cats in the circle bowed down deeply or also went on all fours. They started to meow as well and from the dark emerged another cat-girl. No, not a girl, a woman. This one appeared older, but also had larger breasts. In contrast to the previous feline, this one was white furred, as white as the purest snow. But the thing that stood out were her eyes. All the cats had golden eyes, but her eyes were ice-blue. They looked as they could have summoned a blizzard, but she looked at him warmly. She meowed and the other cats resumed what they were doing and the drums began to beat anew. The elf wondered if she maybe was a queen or priestess of some sort.
She walked straight toward him and stopped only when their eyes were inches apart. She pressed her body against his and he could feel her nipples against his chest. His cock was being squeezed between their abdomen. She stared into his eyes and he became mesmerized and he would not, could not, look away. With one paw she turned his head a bit and started to lick his left ear, then his neck, then gave him a quick playful bite. He moaned again and really started to enjoy it all. Her other paw went down and took a hold of his cock. She slowly, carefully bend it down, untill it was straight out again, and moved it between her legs. She bend her knees just a little bit so her folds were pressed against his shaft. She tightened her legs, so her netherlips were also pressing from the sides a bit. He wanted to penetrate her, but she did not let him. Instead she pressed harder so her clit was now touching his shaft as well. His cock still slick with saliva, it all went very easy, and she started to move her hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against her pussy. He groaned, for it felt good to him, but she moaned even harder, purring and meowing, while she her movements quickened faster and faster. She wrapped her paws around his neck and pressed down harder , really grinding his cock up against her pussy, going all the way up and down his member. He felt her shudder and knew she was about to climax. Her clit was so sensitive now and she could not hold on any longer. She orgasmed. It was so intense she ejaculated a little, spraying her fluids all over his cock.
The elf felt as if he would explode. He wanted to release, cum,orgasm. But he could not. Aroused as he was, hard and stiff, he still could not do anything. The cat-girl took a couple of seconds to compose herself, then stepped away from him. She turned around, and bend over. She flicked her tail up and the elf could get a good look at her felinehood. It glistened with her fluids, small drops hanging in her fur. she stepped backwards and took his member in her paw, and guided it to her pussy. He was overjoyed that he would finally be allowed to penetrate her. She guided his thick, slick cock between her pussy, right inside her. She unexpectedly took another step and just let him penetrate her as deep as possible. He groaned loudly as he felt her insides hugging his member and his ballsack hit her clit. Her tail came up and touched his nose for an instant. It made him sneeze, which drew a strange sound from the feline, as if she giggled. She started to move and he could feel his cock exploring inside her. He looked down and saw his member sliding deeply in and then out again, almost all the way, but the tip always remained inside her. He started to move with her, both following the rythm of the drums. Ow, how he wished he wasn't tied up. If only his hands were loose, so he could lay them on her shoulders and really use all of his strenght to go deeper inside her. As if she knew what he was thinking, she quickened the pace and came down harder on him. He felt his orgasm grow bigger and bigger and knew he could not hold any longer. He roared and this time he came. He filled her entire cunny with his cum, his throbbing cock kept spilling more and more inside of her. It was too much for her cunny to hold and it flowed out of her, dripping down her legs. She did not stop, but kept pumping him and squeezed his member, untill he was completely and utterly spent. She let his member slide out of her and turned again to face him.
He looked down at his cock, which was already slowly starting to hang. She lifted his chin with her paw, locking his eyes into hers. Her other paw went down to her cunny and with her finger, she swiped a little cum on it, brought it to her mouth and tasted it. She purred with delight. Then, still looking at him, she gave a small nod. Suddenly, all too aware again, of where he was and what he was doing, he started to ask questions. At least he wanted to. But again he felt a sharp pain,. He wanted to utter something, but he could not speak. He saw a black furry paw, as black as coal, in front of his face, claws unsheated and blood, so much blood, dripping off it, to the ground. His bonds were cut and he fell to the ground. His hand went to his throat as he realized they had sliced it. With a lot of effort he turned around on his back. He saw the black furred feline standing there, who was joined by the white furred one. The white furred one started purring again and licked the blood of the claw of the black furred. He wanted to say "who" or "what" or "why" but instead only bloody, frothy bubbles came from his throat. "So much blood" was the last thing he thought and then he slipped into eternal darkness.
The cat-people would have a feast that night. It had been long since they had eaten elf-meat and though there was not enough for the entire tribe, everybody would remember that night. For it was the night where they discovered elves were not extinct and it was the start of what later would be known as "The great hunt". The hunt that went on for 5 years, where they would have much, much more elf-meat, and only ended when the elves were almost really extinct.
THE END.