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This is not a chapter for kids, or the weak of heart. Thanks.
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Consitil sighed slightly, finding nothing on those damnable drow, but a set of bracers. He, of course slipped them on, having none of his own. Crawling around on his hands knees, he examined the area and the bodies at the same time. 'Something has to be of value.'He silently hoped, wanting to find anything that could be an asset to him.
Consitil was a mere magus, hardly a scout or warrior. He knew nothing of tactics and battle planes, or even a proper strategy. This mage had just a sense for power, magic and himself of course. Not at all caring what the hell the Drey was up to, he continued examining the world around him, and made the best judgment of things he could.
Some strange voice vibrated Con's sensitive ears, he turned around quickly, just to see the Drey's ass in his face, threatening to walk into him. He stood abruptly, not really wishing to have her ass stuffed against his face. Soon he was met with her back. It pressed back against his front. An arm slithered out capture her waist, stopped her, then pulled her back up against him. Within seconds he too, was struck by the same terrible fear. Forced to back up, while holding the Drey close against to himself.
Consitil brought his staff around both of their body's, pointing it at the beast that caused this great fear to well up inside of them. Backed up against the wall, trembling with a crazed female in his arms. His eyes held pure fear and terror within them, his mind was filled with dragon fear.
He looked into the eyes of the beast as it spoke, holding Zar roughly against himself, needing her. Whether for support, or as a living shield? That was unknown to him. All he knew was that he held her tight and sort of protectively. Consitil did not understand why, he couldn't, not in this state of mind. Mental perception was clearly disturbed.
Stuck, Consitil merely held his Staff out in front of the two of them, in a defensive manner, knowing that for some reason, down in the depths of his being that he could not even begin to fight this beast.
'Wait, my spell hadn't worked?' Then how did his spell work on the other drow?
'Dammit! ' This thing has been following us? It was this thing who put the other drow out as well? Well fuck me! My spells are useless down here?' he cursed within his doubt-filled mind.
Not possessing the will power to fight off this damn, mystical fear this dragon embodied. So Consitil stood there, feeling utterly helpless, still holding the Drey close, clinging to his staff that somehow was protecting them from whatever he could. Words of his magic were lost, never to reach his lips. Somehow, he just could not remember any spell. No defensive spell came to mind, no offensive, nothing! He stood like a dwarf surrounded by tinker gnomes, confused, upset, and very, very afraid.
The twitch of those elven-like ears came, as the beastie observed to two, for they acted so strangely. He just didn't get it! Closer Zhar came, watching as Consitil moved to grasp the drey, and take her out of his range.
"No, do not take her."
He didn't like this, not at all! That was his female! "Wait,"
His expression took on a sort of almost hurt look, as he finally figured it all out."Oh . . . You are scared of me?"
Zhar didn't seem to comprehend why these two seemed to resistant to talk to him. He was lonely after all. Sure, he would normally eat them, but he wasn't out to fill his stomach right now! It just made no sense! That, and he went through all this trouble to change forms for them. Zhar emitted a sort of sniffle, while he slipped directly in front of the drey, adjusting his sights between the two. He smelt of black licorice.
The drey could not whack, smack, or even move away from Consitil's grasp about her waist, only moved as he backed the both of them up. Her blade barely held within her hands. Hardly, did she even blink, or do more than contemplate, 'Why in the hell some dragon approached them, and why was it flapping his gums, and right there, in her face eyeing the both of them? Did he just say he helped them?' A brow tweaked, as a look of curiosity soon formed.
A slight nod was given before the whip blade was moved, re-sheathed, and her hand moved upward to slip up to the dragon's face and poke at it, as if to make sure she wasn't hallucinating at all of this.
Zhar smiled a smile of contraction, shaping the dragon's face. He moved a still-clawed hand moved up to grab hold of the Drey's hand, tapping his claws on the outer, fleshy bit. It was a fair trade; touch for touch!
"That is better. Now you know I am real? "He chuckled.
"Yes . . . " the female voice cracked out into the stale, cooler air. White eyes swayed in the effort to understand why some dragon was in her face, helping them, and trying to converse with them.
"Follow me!" The glee in the dragon's eye seemed to be in the merriment of company, not deception.
Zhar's words were spoken he carelessly drew the drey's hand away, turned, and went back the way he came from, moving in some manner, like he was wiggling that tight ass of his. It was a hard thing to do, to forget one normally had a tail, and now didn't.
They drey snapped to reality, looking down at the arm about her waist, and instantly frowned. 'The pale-elf was all kinds of groping me!'
Turning in his grasp, she examined his face, noting the fear. Ah!
She wouldn't beat the living shit out of him for touching her this time. Slipping a hand down to the arm, she began to try and pry Consitil from her body, uttering. "He wants us to follow. I will not complain . . . If he has helped, I will instil a trust unto him. It is better to follow a dragon, than to piss it off. Come . . . "
Consitil was still stricken with dragon fear. 'How fucking embarrassing! Why not just piss your pants now, Con? Fucking hell!'
Soon, all of Zhar's dragon fear was overcome. Its iron grip grew slighter, until Consitil forgot why he was scared. Looking upon the dragon, and he continued to try and grip the female in his embrace. Realizing over the next few, very long moments in time, that as he stared at the dragon, he stared into the eyes of a mere child?
'He is young. I can see it in his eyes. What harm can he do to me?'he asked himself.
Consitil smiled slightly at his realization, noticing that is when the dragon walked away from the two of them. Looking then to the Drey in his arms, seeing she turned around to speak, choosing to listen to what she had to say. 'Nothing?' Fine by him, he would speak then.
"He's a child . . . I," he faulted, "his eyes hold youth, innocence . . . I saw it a lot in the eyes of the dead with I worked as a mortician."He leaned in close, sniffing at her body for a moment.
"Your eyes are different." He let her go swiftly and walked away, his cloak and robes trailing him as he walked over the dead drow, following the dragon.
He had remembered something Jada said instantly, "There are reports of a baby dragon in there . . . Perhaps he would make a nice familiar for one of you?" He smiled slightly to himself, before allowing it to fade.
'This may be a baby dragon, but it was obviously strong, still it seemed naive in a way.'
He continued to follow Zhar, not bothering looking back to see if the female was following. Consitil kept his focus on this dragon, observing its funny walk. He wanted to laugh, almost.
Picking up his pace a little, Consitil walked up beside the dragon, "So . . . " he was kind of hesitant but grew bolder, "you don't like it here either? Perhaps, if we escape, you'd like to go back to the surface with me? I'm sure we could find something . . . " he instantly became aware, he had to talk to Zhar as if he was a child in a way , a very dangerous child (Kender.), "fun to do there." He smiled slightly, his eyes were darkened in deep thought as he walked with the baby dragon.
The pale-elf was an oddball. There was utterly no denying him that one. 'Did he just sniff me?'At such a thought, a mortified look formed. He was quick to release her, and chase after his pet?
'What a confusing male.' Zar thought, then shrugged, moving in behind the pair. Determined just to follow them, and make damn sure to kick each and every drow that lie dead on the floor. Zar took her sweet ass time to make damn sure that the cleric's face was smashed right off, with her boot.
Crunching noises echoed through the cavern, all from the nose bone, cheek, brows, chins, then finalgapingking off one of the drow's gapping jaws. Fleshy bits torn off, and planned to reside upon her boots, stuck in the traction. Yeah, she was no longer recognizable as much of anything. Zar's rage destroyed, the cleric's once lovely features.
One last thing! The wipe blade was whipped out, and shoved up the cleric's crotch region, dug out, and they smeared on one of the male's face, as she gave off a sick, and twisted laugh of someone that could possibly snap at any given time.
"Now you have no cunt to foul up the web!"
A sickened gurgle, followed by a hacking sound, comparable to a man's hocking up of a loogie was made, than she pushed out, and spat down on the cleric's body, leaving that as her final insult? No! That chest was cut open, dug out, and a hand was leaned in to start ripping out her insides, piece by piece, tossed carelessly aside, as that urge to take a shit filled her mind.
'One final insult to this stupid, dead drow whore!'
The drey began to remove her pants, and pieces of web armor that covered her lower half, too simple expose that lower section of her form, calling out. "Be with you guys."
A grunt pushed out of her, as she bent down, and aimed, pushing down on her bowels to
release that build up in her intestines. "Moment . . . "
A massive, thick-grithed shit seeped out of her ass, and down into the cleric's chest cavity, in two large clumps, before the drey was relieved completely. An ass wiggle later, the urge to piss filled her. A smirk formed, as the stream of yellow urine splattered out, and into the welcoming corpse's fleshy, boney shell.
One last jiggle of her ass, and then she pulled up the cleric's robes of crimson, and used it to clean, wipe, and make sure nothing remained on her ass, or crotch. A clean little drey. Next, she used one of the male's cloak to clean off her hands, noting he had a waterskin.
'Ah-Ha!'Now she can really clean herself up.
Going to town, and being as quick as possible in all of her efforts-she was running to catch up with the men, only to run back to whip off her blade, cleaning it on a male's head, in his hair. Didn't want that whore's blood on her nifty, stolen blade?! Once that was accomplished, and all was clean-she moved after the two males she would be traveling with for now.
The dragon turned to eye Consitil, giving him a great smile, when he spoke of fun on the surface. That twisted mind of his went into the depth of thought in all the havoc he would create. "That sounds wonderful."
Zhar's intelligence was beyond that of most mortals, yet he was indeed, a young male. A hand went up to pat Con on the shoulder, as he looked fourth, to their destination.
"They killed your friends. The ones you came here with. The one red-haired elf had acid dripped through his skull slowly, until it took out his brain. The female elf was tortured, raped, and then used as a sacrifice at the demonic ritual, that later turned into their typical orgy. It is how a new matron takes regard. The human female was also raped, tortured, but died while being torn, hyper-extended, and then her flesh was peeled away, and was to be used as a cloak for one of the matrons."
In giving him that news, the dragon let his hand slide away from Consitil's form, as he knew it had to be hard for him, or at least he assumed. As they drey caught up, the dragon paused, and looked back at her.
"I smell your deed. Quite lovely . . . I might add." With a toothy grin, and a wink, he moved to lead again, snickering.
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
3/11/2005 |
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excellent write; very well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
will have to read the other four so i can get caught up! LOL |
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