Legends of Belariath

Reigor Sureclaw

The Chase

Leaves rustled and low-hanging branches shifted as a lithe form came streaking through vegetation that filled the forest surrounding the Lonely Inn.Unlike a deer which would have crashed through resisting undergrowth, the plants that barred the path of the milky-white figure moved aside to allow her to pass.It was this small blessing, a gift from her mother Gaia, which might allow Astarte to escape from the horror that was following close behind.With the afternoon sun shining brightly down through the tree’s leaves, she didn’t have the option of hiding that the night would have brought her.

Astarte briefly glanced back with her tricolored eyes, burning with gold, jade, and emerald flame, another heritage of her being a Duessa or a Whisper as they were commonly called.Others, more ignorant of her true nature, called her kind Dark Nymphs.She did resemble one; her slender yet statuesque form would have attracted the eye as easily as a beauteous dryad or sylph. The black haired Astarte was taller though than her distant cousins, standing over twelve hands in flight, easily a head taller than most Nymphs. She also bore no clothing, though not by her choice, only leather cuffs around her ankles, wrists, and elbows, along with the leather collar around her neck marked the Whisper’s status as that of a slave.

Astarte was not ashamed of this, it was by her choice and character to be such, nor was her bare flesh scratched or harmed as the plants continued to turn aside and her rapid foot falls by nature or coincidence avoided sharp rocks and branches. Not so her pursuer, whom by the sounds behind her was tearing its way through the forest that it had no alliance with. However, this was made up for by its massive size and strength as sheer brute force allowed the monster to tear through the impeding growths.

It was her pursuer’s size that Astarte hoped to use to her advantage.Though her knowledge of this section of the forest was limited she knew there was a section of close growing trees ahead of her. If she was quick enough, the Duessa just might be able to escape the claws and fangs of the beast that pursued her. If she wasn’t…well that thought that filled her with a sweet terror. Like all Whispers, Astarte craved dark emotions such as fear and pain, though by no means were they her only hungers. She would be foolish though to let it rule her.

Still, Astarte could not deny there was a temptation to do so, to tarry long enough for her pursuer to get closer, to make the possibility of being caught that much more possible. Seeing no sign that the beast was close, she turned her attention back to her path. As Astarte approached the grove of trees, the raven-tressed Duessa could feel her loins heating, the feeling of the wind caressing her stiffening nipples exquisite, made worse by the movements of the heavy gold triangular shaped ornaments that pierced them. Each movement and bounce her running body made sent a jolt of sensation through her from her breasts, matched only by feelings between legs as the smaller decorations tugged at her sex as well.

With an effort of sheer will, Astarte ignored her fear and longing and focused on getting to the trees, pushing her sweating body a bit further. The crashing and snarling continued behind her and she dared now not to look back to see how close the gap had shrunk. Panting with exertion, her chest heaving, long legs aching in protest, the lithe Whisper put in a last burst of speed and entered the dense section of the forest. Black tree trunks whipped by her as she slipped agilely between them, her supple body serving her well here as made her way through them. On the opposite side of the trees was stream; Astarte knew her pursuer had an excellent sense of smell and following it should throw him off for her to make her escape.

Escape, that was an ironic concept for a slave such as herself. It reminded Astarte of her former master, a weak man who had fallen in love with her and thus showed his weakness. He could no longer stand to punish the beautiful Duessa as she needed and craved and thus she “escaped” by simply walking away. He had not the heart to follow her, his soul crushed by her rejection of him. But had she escaped from her nature? No, as soon as she found a man to her tastes she arranged to submit to him, hoping that unlike the last he would be worthy of her.

A howl of frustration echoed through the forest behind her, breaking Astarte’s thoughts but bringing a smile of perverse pleasure to her full, but bloodless lips. Apparently the beast had found edge of the dense trees and had found it impassible, despite his great strength. There was then a faint growl, a sound that brought a thrill of delicious fear down the Whisper’s spine. It was full of menace, and a promise, that the beast’s prey would pay for her insolence!

“Let him try!” Astarte whispered fiercely to herself, exultant in her success as she continued to slip through the trees. The thrill of her small victory was almost as arousing as her fear and again she to resist temptation, this time to stop and sate the lustful hunger that had been growing in her. She could imagine what would happen, the sweet pleasures of her fingers that would bring out her heartsong, the cry of joy that she sung when experiencing intense pleasure…or pain. No doubt her pursuer would hear it, his ears were very sharp, and it would likely drive him mad with frustration.

Maybe later, Astarte thought as she reached the end of the tree line. If she escaped it would be the perfect way to indulge herself in such a fashion. Besides, her new master liked to watch her play with her body, she could spice up the experience by imagining him watching, fighting his own temptations to caress her body with his whip or to take her with bestial passion. Astarte shivered with anticipation at these wanton thoughts, she was distracting herself again. Her final victory, or defeat, had still not been decided.

The stream was now before her, bubbling and glinting in the afternoon sunlight. She paused then, unsure of which direction to go. Upstream led deeper into the wild, while downstream would eventually lead her back to civilized lands. Her pursuer was no ordinary beast though; he had a canny intelligence and certainly no fear of humans. So perhaps the obvious choice, downstream, was not wise. With a shrug Astarte turned and splashed her way upstream, her cool body unaffected by the ice cold water; it was a Duessa’s nature not to be affected by temperature extremes. Though at times she dearly wished she could do so, just so the whisper could savor a new sensation.

These thoughts broughther wandering mind back to her new Master, the one she had selected after much searching. He had promised her that the golden piercings that now adorned her intimate areas would be enchanted so that would radiate hot or cold at his command and that through their magic she would actually feel it. Astarte was still unsure whether he promised this out of affection or from his own perverse desires to try to control and manipulate her. That she was trying to do the same thing to him only added sweet irony to the situation.

In any case, Astarte looked forward to the day the enchanting was done. No matter what her master’s reasons, she had certainly earned it! The cost for the magic had come out of her efforts as her owner liked to whore her out to those who would pay to couple and torment a delicious creature like Astarte. There was little enjoyment in the tasks, she did it because it was her master’s will and she swore to obey him as long as she served him. Her one conciliation was that compared to others, especially her former owner, her new master proved to be the only one so far who bring out her heartsong.

Anticipation, longing, fear, and a perverse thrill flowed through Astarte’s mind as she gracefully ran up the streambed, her feet making small splashes as she moved. The going though was slower though and the cunning Duessa knew that she should leave the stream soon, only by keeping moving as fast as possible could she truly hope to escape from her pursuer. Then up ahead Astarte saw what she had been hoping for, a low hanging branch suitable for her swing up and lift herself out of the water. If she could climb from one tree to another for a little bit, Astarte hoped that would throw off her scent trail enough that the chaser wouldn’t be able to pick it up.

With a grunt the naked Whisper leapt up and grabbed the branch and then moved down it hand over hand. The going was slow and work exhausting but she made it to the trunk of the tree without falling. Then, after clambering up, she paused for a moment to catch her breath, listening intently. Good, there no signs of pursuit. It looked like her plan was succeeding so far. She then got up and then carefully, oh so carefully, made her way out onto another branch, her balance precarious.

This was a thrill for Astarte as well; she had little fear from injury. Though a fall would certainly hurt her, she could recover from most wounds after a day of rest. She could conceivably be discovered while resting or worse the fall could kill her, but that just added more spice to the moment. Her balance though was sure and with an agile leap she made it over to the branch of the next tree, just barely catching a branch there, jolting her arms as the limb bent from her weight hanging from it. Panting from exertion and delicious fear, Astarte repeated the process twice more, until she finally slithered down the trunk of a tree a good fifty feet away from the stream.

There, the sweaty and now debris covered Duessa sank down onto her haunches, breathing heavily. She made it! But the effort had been so exhausting! She needed to rest before continuing her flight. The chase had taken its toll on her in other ways as well. The constant movements of her piercings combined with the thrill and fear of the chase had left her inner thighs wet with her juices, the musk of her arousal mixing with her sweat. Mentally too tired to resist, Astarte slid her hands across the curves of her body, touching and caressing her hips and flanks.

Astarte knew that if her master saw her now he would be salivating, his member hard and ready to take her. Gentle or savage, the Whisper felt a craving for her master’s organ between her legs, her fingers now moving there only a small substitute for the feelings he could bring forth in her. Groaning lustfully, the beautiful Duessa inserted two of her long fingers inside her wet heat, pumping them in and out while her thumb flicked at her swollen clit and the little gold triangle that dangled from it.

“Eh? What’s this now?” a rough, high pitched voice said nearby in barely understandable common. Startled, Astarte looked up to her sitting form surround by three leering goblins, armed with spears and dressed in ragged leather armor. Their faces were filled lust, their small black eyes roaming hungrily over the Whispers naked form, making Astarte shiver once more in fear and anticipation, not knowing the three humanoid’s attentions. Cursing herself for being stupid, being too “busy” to have noticed their approach, Astarte could only wait and see what happened.

“An escaped slave me think,” said one, stroking his small beard thoughtfully as he noted Astarte’s collar and cuffs. The one next to him, wearing a red headband nodded in agreement and thrust forward with his spear. Astarte gasped and pressed back against the tree but the killing thrust stopped short of skewering her. Instead the spear’s tip touched and lifted up her left nipple piercing, making Astarte shake with new terror and longing.

“What do you think we can get for her?” the last goblin spoke in a weedy voice, obviously the weakest of the trio, smaller by a head than his two brethren, but no less dangerous to the vulnerable whisper. Though the thought of being raped by these three degenerates was revolting, it was what they would do afterward that concerned her. She had no desire at the moment to be captured and sold, separated from her master, but by their words that was just what just what the goblins intend.

“Please…Please let me go,” the Duessa said in her most seductive manner, her body taking on a more sensuous appeal, her wet fingers rising up from her still heated sex so she might lick them in front of the trio. Thrusting out her chest a little, she spreads open her legs, so that more of her charms were in view. Her tricolored eyes blazing as she mentally wove her inner magic, her sweet words sounding the absolute truth. “I can make all of you feel really good if you do so, please?”

Astarte watched and waited for the goblins’ response, all the while licking and sucking on her fingers while tracing her other hand across her body. Being already worked up from the chase, it wasn’t hard to act this way, and the lusty moan that escaped her lips when she touched the soft petals of her sex was real enough, her fingers spreading her lips apart to show the goblins just how lucky they could be if they followed her suggestion.

The seductive Duessa was disappointed though as a bearded goblin shook his head as if to clear it of some fog. Too late, Astarte spotted a fetish hanging around his neck, no doubt a protective charm of some sort that could see through her magically enhanced lies. Plainly angry by the use of her magic, he raised his spear to thrust down at her, no doubt deciding that his life was worth more than a good fuck. Snarling inside, Astarte prepared new magic that would bring forth fire from her fingers to burn the goblins, but knowing bitterly that it would likely be too late.

And then, without warning, something huge and terrible loomed out of the shadows of the trees, standing up behind the goblins. Astarte watched in shocked surprise as two large clawed hands palmed the heads of the bearded goblin leader and his headband wearing mate and then slammed them together with bone crunching force. The sound of the impact of the cracking skulls broke the smaller goblin out of his lust filled trance and caused him to turn around and look up to face this new foe.

…and up

…and up

…and up to stare into the angry yellow eyes of a huge silver-gray Wolven, teeth barred in a menacing snarl, promising a swift and painful death if the goblin stayed. With a squeal of fear the little humanoid dropped his spear and ran into woods, disappearing from view and no doubt having no courage left to return. His tale when he finally reached his tribe would be of a savage monster that killed his two mates with one blow and nearly killing him with its follow through and only through his incredible luck that he was able to escape.

The goblin was the furthest thing from Astarte’s mind as she herself looked up into the eyes of the one who had been pursuing her all this time. His leather tunic and breeches were torn and stained from broken vegetation and his massive chest was panting from hard running, but he had found her. At least she had made him work for it Astarte thought as she watched him focus his attention away from the goblins and on her. The beautiful Duessa gasped with sudden feeling as her tricolored eyes met that look, the little humanoids lust was nothing compared to the savage hunger that she saw there in the huge Wolven’s eyes.

Astarte finally broke the intense gaze, her eyes drifting down to bestial humanoid’s breeches. There she saw what she expected, the large bulge of his male organ, erect and straining in its leather prison. Fascinated, she watched as the Wolven tore away the ties of his breeches, freeing his member, the length of meat already red and throbbing. Astarte swallowed in anticipation and dread, the Wolven was well endowed for his kind, his erect organ easily the size of her lower arm with a fist for a cockhead on the end.

Astarte knew that there was nothing she could do to stop this savage humanoid from taking her right then and there, so she quickly got up and turned around, hugging the tree and presenting her pert rear toward the aroused Wolven. Almost immediately she could feel his clawed fingers grab and mold her buttocks, massaging and lightly scratching her delicate skin with barely restrained force. Groaning, Astarte arched her back, lifting her buttocks higher into the Wolven’s grip, and then gasping as she felt the end of his cock pressing against her damp sex.

With an animalistic grunt, the silver-gray Wolven shoved himself forward, his cockhead parting Astarte’s silken folds and plunging deep within her, splitting and stretching her tight channel. He was so big it felt like she was being split in two, but her sex was also rejoicing with the feeling of finally being filled, mixing pleasure and pain throughout her shaking body as he began to take her savagely.

Astarte's breasts jiggled back and forth from the fury ofhis thrusts, the heavy piercings there tugging at her hardened nipples, adding jolts of exquisite sensation to the heady torrent that was starting tobuild within her. TheWolven's coupling was hard and fast, each plunge hitting cervix withjarring force, making Astarte shudder from the mounting pleasure and pain, the wave building up within her, threatening her sanity with its potential force.

And then, almost subconsciously, Astarte opened her mouth, but instead of a groan or gasp an unearthly song escaped forth, terrible in its power and beauty. The singing seemed to fill the forest around them, stopping time around the two humping forms as the song filled them both and spurned them on to greater efforts. The Wolven leaned over Astarte, his hands sliding around andup to grab a hold of her breasts, gripping them as he seemed to double his pace. The beautiful Duessa in turn thrusting her hips back to meet his thrusts, urging them on as her song rose higher and higher to its crescendo.

When the song finally reached its peak, both Duessa and Wolven achieved their mutual releases. Astarte felt her being fill with ecstasy, the waves of pleasure crashing down in her even as she felt the Wolven's hot seed shoot deep within her belly, filling her and mixing with the deluge of sweet juices that seemed to flood out from her spasming pussy. Gasping, her song breaking into incoherent goraning, Astarte felt the humanoid's moist breath as he dug his muzzle into her hair, breathing in her scent as he licked her neck, brushing against her collar with the letters "REI" imprinted on it.

REI, for Reigor, her wolven master, the man and beast she could not and perhaps not ever, escape from...

FINI

Author's note: Many thanks to Astarte whose original idea inspired me to write this story and whose excellent and sexy role-play kept that inspiration going. Also a big thank you to Ehlanna, my editor, who for some reason manages to put up with my constant nagging. Appreciation for her efforts in making this work and others grammatically correct cannot beexpressed in mere words, as Thank You does not seem enough.

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