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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Raid (MF, reluc, mc, fantasy) by Dard (dard@freenet.de) *** A nighttime raid keeps the wolfen pack fed and a young Elvin lass happy... Though nobody could have imagined what happened... *** The night's air was clear and crisp and Starleaf's breath a puff of white against the backdrop of the small elfish settlement. Situated between the shore of the Riven Sea and the Umbrial Mountains it was home to a small clan of about three dozen individuums. Starleaf really liked these late autumn nights, when the stifling heat of the summer was gone and the creaking cold of winter had not yet set in. It was as if the world was slowly going to sleep... inexorably, but with style. Not that there was nothing to do... far from it. The harvest had been brought in and had to be measured and stored. The last wild berries had to be gathered and everything had to be protected against the harsh winter to come. Nonetheless there was always time for a walk at night, when everybody except for the sentries was asleep. Starleaf enjoyed these moments of solitude, her oasis against the normal bustle of the day's work. Throughout her 43 years this time of the year never had lost its appeal for the young elf maid. Strolling through the darkness under a canopy of stars, the ground covered with rime, night owls soaring through the wilderness, her spirit flying with them. "A perfect night for a stroll," she thought. *** "A perfect night for a raid," the huge creature thought as his sharp ears picked up the sound of movement up ahead. A soft, canine growl escaped his throat, warning his pack mates to be ready for action. The wolfen raiders were hiding in a small crevice to the east of the settlement, their breastplates and weapons blackened to avoid any reflections from betraying their position. They had chosen their hiding place well and despite their great size had eluded the senses of the sentries and had come within striking distance of the settlement itself. "Ruthrowl," the pack leader growled softly, rising to his full height of 9 1/2 foot, and a moment later, as if by magic, an even taller, well groomed wolfen appeared by his side, a gargantuan, two-headed battle axe made of the finest kobold-steel clutched almost forgotten in his claw. 'You called, I come,' the newcomer's voice echoed through the pack leader's head, setting his teeth on edge. He hated the young mindmage and his abilities. If he had anything to say in years to come, any practitioner of any form of magic would be eradicated. Sometimes though they had their uses. "Do you sense anything?" 'Not a twitch in the night, not a weapon around, just a lonesome elf feeling safe and sound...' "Shut your maw, Rowl. Any chance of getting that one before it warns the others?" "Not by normal means, though I could take care of her..." Ruthrowl's voice was soft and had a slightly purring harmony, that furthered the pack leader's dislike of the young psionic. He had been ordered to participate in this nightraid, as part of his military training, though he did not like it at all. Too much killing and bloodshed. Maybe his parents were to blame, raising him on their farm near the Northern Wilderness, where elves, humans, dwarves and other creatures were not uncommon. Maybe it was his natural affinity to creature's minds, that had always stopped him from seeing them as food. There were other wolfen with the same attitude, but, sadly, they were a minority within the empire. So Ruthrowl reluctantly had agreed to accompany this group of raiders, more to make sure that at least some of the elves got away. In a sense he was betraying his pack, but not himself. "Do that... And then keep away... We wouldn't like to have our precious mindmage be hurt by a tiny elfling. Better yet... Growltooth, you stay with him... not a word from both of you. Rowl, do your stuff. The rest, let's be off..." *** The night became cold, the plants gaining a frosting of ice crystals and even Starleaf had to admit, that it was time to head back to the settlement. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, the warm air fogging out in the chill night. It was going to be winter soon, with snow and ice, blizzards, endless days cooped up in the house, waiting. 'Ah, well. Better than a hot summer with dust and dry rivers...' With another sigh of regret she gathered her cloak tighter around her body and turned to head back, as all of a sudden two huge, furry forms appeared in front of her. Dark, canine eyes regarded her coldly. 'Wolfen!', her mind screamed as her body froze in terror, eyes wide and heart beating furiously. Before she was able to shake off the paralyzing effect of the two beasts' appearance, the darker of the two, carrying twin swords, advanced on her, his tongue tracing his chops in anticipation. 'Oh, Gods of Light, I am going to be devoured...' a tiny voice inside her head quavered as she tried, unsuccessfully, to twist and run away, her body betraying her. But before the wolfen was able to skewer her or cut away choice parts of her anatomy, his companion lowered the head of his gargantuan battle axe between them and softly growl-barked something. The other one paused, turning and growled something in return. Trying to seize the opportunity this distraction was offering her, Starleaf willed her body to move, jumping back and keeping an eye on her attackers. Before she was able to complete her movement, however, she looked into the eyes of the battle-axe wielding wolfen and she froze. Something was in those eyes. Some power that now held her captive. As she slumped to the ground, again a prisoner in her own body, she felt the power of an alien mind weigh down on hers, holding her, manipulating her. *** Ruthrowl was annoyed to have Growltooth around. If he wanted to keep up his 'disguise' he would have to be very careful around that one. He could feel the hatred emanating from him even without activating his powers. As they neared the female elf, he dropped the illusion covering them and both confronted her, weapons drawn. The terror their appearance instilled in her was evident in the size of her pupils. Huge, dark, terrified. Growltooth immediately stepped forward, already imagining the soft flesh and spicy blood running down his throat. Noticing the rising panic in the elf, Ruthrowl stopped his erstwhile pack mate with his axe. "This one's mine to catch, and mine to have fun with. Our pack leader said so..." "You... Aye. It is your catch..." Growltooth replied with barely checked hatred in his voice, then stepped back to watch. Showing amazing willpower, the female elf used this distraction to try her escape. She even managed to take a step backwards before he was able to subdue her mind again with his powers. He stepped up to her prone form, hunkered down beside her and brushed away an errant lock of silken, silver hair. "So fine... So soft... So easily broken... You will make a nice appetizer when I am through with you...", he growled softly, while his mind projected a different set of words into the terrified elf's brain. 'Keep still and endure if you want to live. I will not allow anyone to do you harm, but you will have to play your part. I am afraid I cannot help the rest of your clan, but I am sure some will escape.' *** Hearing this voice inside her head almost made her mind snap, but her will, coupled with her disbelief in the situation managed to fetch her back from the brink. A wolfen wanted to help her? He promised her no one would hurt her if she played along? What did he want? Secrets? She knew none. Did he really want to save her? Her body in thrall, her mind in jumbles she did not notice his huge claw-tipped paws slide along her body, cupping her breasts and caressing her face. As the sheer unreality of the situation finally rattled her from her stupor, his right paw had already found its way underneath her linen undershirt, sliding upwards to her naked breasts. Suddenly she knew what he wanted, but at the same time knew, whatever he did was just to save her life and avoid losing his. The tip of his claw started to trace a pattern around her left aureole and she could feel the sharpness slide gently over her nipple. Despite the danger and unreality, or perhaps because of it, her body responded. Her nipples hardened and a fluttery feeling entered her stomach. Though still paralyzed by the wolfen's power she let out a soft moan. *** His dexterous fingers soon found purchase under the many layers of the elf's clothing, as Ruthrowl began his ministrations. As he slipped his paw inside her clothing he was amazed by the feel of her skin. Smooth, soft, warm and cold in a few places. He leaned over her and managed to elicit a soft moan from her. She was not only playing along, she really started to get into it. "Yes...you like to be touched, to be caressed... Let's see how you taste..." A sudden surge of fear and disbelief came to his psionic awareness as his muzzle touched her neck, only to be replaced by anticipation and desire as he softly nibbled and licked at her unprotected throat. His paws, now both underneath her undershirt and pushing it up, ripping it in the process, were now softly rolling and pinching both of her uncovered nipples, giving her goosebumps in anticipation. "Hmmm... Delicious... Let's see if you taste this good everywhere..." *** Though she did not understand a word of the wolfen tongue, her mind clearly understood what the wolfen, Ruthrowl, as he had named himself, was saying for the benefit of his pack mate. She understood completely, what he was doing and how he wanted to help her, though the other wolfen had not moved away as Ruthrowl had hoped he would. A sense of disgust, loathing, but also interest radiated from the sword-wielding and menacing figure to Ruthrowl and from him to Starleaf. The sheer sexuality of Ruthrowl's ministrations was not lost to Growltooth and the thought sickened him, but his curiosity forced him to stay and at least watch how far that disgusting mindmage would go. Suddenly screams pierced the night; shrill, terrible screams full of pain and horror. They cut through Starleaf's stupor filled mind like a hot knife through butter and her mind went berserk. A red haze descended and through it she could only see the hated face of a wolfen. Without thought she tried to hit the large creature before her, but an insistent voice, cool as the night breeze and twinkling like the stars, softly talked to her, keeping a modicum of sanity alive. 'I told you, I could not help them. But I can help you... So please stop or Growltooth will kill you...' The voice had an almost pleading quality that touched her deeper than the screams. There was one person, a supposed enemy, who cared, was on her side. With a silent crash her world dropped back into focus. She could feel her body again, felt it again respond to Ruthrowl's touch. *** With a soft sigh and a short prayer to the Gods of Light, Ruthrowl relaxed his mental hold on her sanity, glad to have brought her back, but even more so that Growltooth had been so distracted by the screams that he had failed to notice Starleaf's struggle. But he was still there. Ruthrowl's muzzle started its downward movement, keeping its contact to her bare skin as his powerful claw ripped through her leather and linen clothing. Lapping his long tongue over the hard buds of her nipples triggered another moan and as he started to nibble with his sharp teeth, her back arched in the thrall of ecstasy. The combination of her fear, his ministrations, his psionic hold on her and the surreal quality of the situation built up to a sudden crescendo which released itself in a first, powerful orgasm. Ruthrowl felt her climax, felt the world exploding in her mind. He sensed a peek of curiosity coming from Growltooth, that ebbed away as soon as it appeared. That one was not interested in carnal pleasure. He just wanted his share of meat, so he stayed. With his muzzle still nursing Starleaf's breasts, Ruthrowl gripped both sides of her pants at the top with his sharp claws and in one fluid motion that belied the strength needed tore open the complete outer stitching on both sides. "Little one, it is not nice to start without me... Let me take care of the excess before you overflow... again..." Dragging his tongue over her belly downwards to her belly button, Ruthrowl pushed down the flap of her pants, which, due to the state they were in, left her nether regions uncovered. Soft, downy, silver hair, nearly fur, covered her mound, unable to even try hiding her swollen outer lips and the erect, listening nub of her clitoris. Ruthrowl, now aroused and hard himself, buried his long muzzle between her legs, taking in her scent, her taste, and lapped up her honey with wild abandon. His tongue, its roughness gliding over her blood engorged clit time and time again, explored the deepest regions of her vagina, drinking her juices into his muzzle, letting her soar higher and higher towards another crashing orgasm. Whimpers and moans escaped her throat as she lost herself again in the heat of passion, reaching a new high. "So you like this, Little One... Let's see how you like it different..." Starleaf, lost in her state of ecstasy, started babbling, first incoherently, then articulate. "Yes... Oh Gods... Take me... Oh, oh..." Needing no urging, as the fire now burned inside them both, Ruthrowl dropped his loincloth, revealing his one- and-a-half foot long member, rock hard and distended, its flattened mushroom head leaking pre cum fluid. He sat down on the hard packed, rime-covered dirt and took hold of her slender form, lifting her effortlessly from the ground and setting her down on his lap, his penis erect between them and reaching three quarters up to her breasts. His paws gently cupped her ass-cheeks as he lifted her up, aligning the tip of his cock with her wet, distended pussy, then slowly, but firmly sat her down on himself and pushed her onto his engorged member, burying himself inside her tight vagina. *** As Ruthrowl's cock started to slide into Starleaf's overflowing cunt, she thought she would rip apart. He spread her to the limit and beyond; that was how it felt. More and more of his truncheon-like penis entered her and again added pleasure, pain and pleasure. She was beside herself and could only moan and babble incoherently. Suddenly the tip of his cock bumped into her cervix, but it spread her so deliciously wide, that the cervical canal opened and let the intruder enter her most private place. As she slid down the last inches of his shaft she sat down on the ball at the end of his cock. She felt spread, but in ecstasy. Lifting his pelvis up a little Ruthrowl very slowly pushed her up, sliding nearly completely out of her, then all the way back in. The ridges on his shaft rubbed tantalizingly against the inside of her vagina, each slow thrust bringing her closer to the brink of another orgasm. As her tight cunt rubbed up and down the length of his shaft, Ruthrowl felt the pressure build inside him, leading him to increase his pace. His muzzle dipped down to search her mouth, his tongue parting her waiting lips, their tongues entwining, exploring. His movements became faster and his thrusts deeper, as his mind noticed the absence of Growltooth's disgusted thoughts. The wolfen warrior had had enough and had gone down towards the settlement for some fresh meat. Ruthrowl and Starleaf were too far gone to care. The slapping sound of flesh on furry flesh mingled with the grunts and moans of elf and wolfen joined in carnal delight. Ruthrowl felt his balls tighten and with a last, savage thrust buried himself in Starleaf, nearly pushing his knot inside her as well. 'I'm cumming! Oh Gods... I'm cumming...' This thought was emitted by both minds, originating from neither, as both brought themselves over the edge towards a huge orgasm. Thick globs of hot semen shot forth from his dick into her waiting womb, overflowing it and gushing out of her cunt over his shaft, knot and balls, onto the ground. Both had their mouths open in silent screams of passion, as they clung to each other desperately. *** Starleaf woke from her sexually induced stupor, still impaled on Ruthrowl's pulsating shaft. Feeling him so deliciously deep inside her nearly triggered another orgasm, but, reluctantly she fought it down. His gaze on her, tender, loving, led to a similar reaction from her. He was no ugly, brutal monster. He was a soul, bound by laws he did not like and working against them from the inside. 'A noble soul', she thought, and she felt, that she was deeply moved by him, maybe even a bit in love. And she felt his thoughts mirror hers. Suddenly urgency entered their placid minds, as their situation came back into focus. 'We need to hurry...' With a soft plop he lifted her from his rapidly drooping member, their mixed juices pouring out of her cunt like a torrent. 'To do this properly I need a bit of blood from you. Don't worry... I will heal you again.' Ruthrowl took a large knife from his back sheath and held out his hand for her to put her hand in. They both smiled and looked into each other's eyes. The knife made a small nick in her wrist and blood flowed onto the juice covered ground between them. After a few seconds Ruthrowl passed his hand over her wrist and the bleeding stopped. 'Now run, Little One... I will cover your escape. And we will meet again...' Gathering her ripped belongings in a daze, Starleaf looked back often to see her new lover, but soon the darkness had swallowed his form. Still she could sense him, feel him, he was out there and inside her mind. Comforted that she would find him again she hurried off towards the sea and the nearest human village there. *** Ruthrowl sat on the hard packed dirt as the rest of the pack came back, several Elvin corpses in sacks slung over their shoulders. He belched thunderously as if he had eaten a huge meal. Before him on the ground, the skeletal remains of an elfish woman showed, the bones showing tooth marks here and there, and his muzzle was drenched in blood. "What took you so long? I finished my meal quite some time ago, and can I tell you, was that bitch stringy. The taste was not too bad, but... I think I still have some fibers between my teeth..." With a disbelieving snort and stare at Ruthrowl the pack leader began to guffaw, then erupted into gales of howling laughter, soon joined by the whole pack. "Of all the elves you had to pick the oldest, stringiest bitch in the settlement. Serves you right, Mr I-can-read- minds. C'mon, let's go." Joining halfheartedly into the laughter, Ruthrowl hoped the suggestion he had implanted in the pack's minds would hold far longer than the illusion of Starleaf's skeleton would after they left. He hoped it would hold forever, or at least long enough for him to find her again and leave the empire. 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