This story is an Entry for the
2023 Literotica Geek Pride Story Event
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Author's Note: So I have a fantasy, femdom story for you today folks. I hope you're up for it. It delves into some darker tones, and deals with sorrow, love, and loss... and pegging, but we'll get to that! ;)
I know that many of my male readers seem to prefer my maledom stories over femdom, but calm down boys... everybody gets their turn on the noncon train, as long as I'm the conductor! hehe... I like fantasies of being dominant
as well as
submissive, but I added in a little teaser for the guys before the real show starts, (also I have another maledom story on the way, so please be patient).
As always, I am really excited to read your comments, keep 'em coming!
Oh by the way, I used exaggerated diacritics to denote the strange otherworldly speech of my Eldritch being... (HOPEFULLY IT PUBLISHES PROPERLY!!!) I apologize if it's hard to read, or if you're using a text-to-speech program. (I'll add in a translation in the afterward.) [There's a chance that the diacritics were removed during the publication process, in which case, ignore all of this nonsense.]
As always, enjoy
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Stavos spat angrily, blood and spittle splattering across the ground. His sword was coated with sickening, green ichor, even while his own blood flowed freely from the wounds he had recently received.
His breathing was ragged and uneasy. He scanned the darkened treeline, watching for movement. The foul, misshapen corpses of three monstrous creatures lay on the ground before him. None of their poison had reached him, but killing them had not come easily. The fight was far from over.
'Five more...'
Stavos thought, bitterly.
'There are five more shadow beasts, and it has taken all of my energy to kill these three. How can I hope to defeat another
five
?'
In the back of his mind, he knew that there was only one solution... but the cost was too high. He would have to finish this fight himself.
Through the pitch black, multiple yards away, Stavos saw a flash of movement. He raised his weapon to parry, and he blocked the claws lunging out of the shadows at his face by mere inches. The massive beast was nearly twice his size, but it was clearly taking no chances. As soon as its attack failed, it shot back into the darkness.
"Come out and fight me, you swine!" His voice contained ferocity that he did not feel. He understood that if all of them converged on him at once, he would almost certainly die... but at least he could take a few with him.
Brute force was not the nature of shadow beasts, though. They would try to wear him down, bit by bit. Until finally his exhausted body would collapse... and then they would feast. He knew all of these things, but he tried to push them from his mind.
He had caught the first three off guard with his skill. He imagined that wouldn't happen again. Shadow beasts were cunning creatures, after all. They learned quickly, and his hopes of fooling them again were slim to none.
The moon was enveloped within the clouds. Stavos wished desperately for more light. From within the woods he heard a low, threatening growl. He turned to see a shadowy movement, when suddenly he heard a leaf crunch directly behind him.
'The bastards are working together!'
He realized, too late. A second shadow beast was already upon him. He brought up his sword to defend, digging his blade deep into the creature's repulsive hide. The tip of his weapon buried itself to the hilt, narrowly missing the ribs as it entered.
There was a yelp and a spew of disgusting green fluid, as he snatched the edge free. The thing staggered for a few feet then dropped. A shimmering pool of blood began forming under the beast's hairy body.
Stavos' breath quickened again.
'Down to four,'
He thought, triumphantly.
'Perhaps I can make it through this after...'
He froze. Gazing down at his arm, he could feel his heart sink. There was a long, thin trail of his own red blood... but it was mingled with the slimy yellow venom of the shadow beast.
In the moon's dim glow, the colors were hard to discern, and Stavos tried to convince himself it was a trick of the light.
'This is all too insane. Shadow beasts hunting in packs? Working and scheming together? Poisoning me, right when I was so close to avenging...'
"Rashãndia..." he breathed; the name brought up such agonized memories.
Then the pain hit him. Blistering, overbearing agony. The sword clattered from his grip. He scooped it up with his other hand, but it felt strange there. He cursed himself. If only he had trained more with his offhand...
The pain surfaced again, and it ran like a surging river up the length of his arm, threatening to rush up to his heart. He swallowed hard, and willed his body to calm itself. If he didn't panic, he had around an hour before the poison overwhelmed him. He was close to the city. Perhaps he could make it, but...
There was another burst of movement in the treeline, as two more shadow beasts charged from either side. Stavos dropped his sword, withdrew a vial from his belt, and smashed it on the ground. Vibrant, purple fire burst outward and formed a protective ring around him. It was his last container of dawn-fire. When it burned down, they would end him.
From the dark of the forest, all four of the remaining shadow beasts emerged. They paced around the flaming ring, and he could see the light flickering in their wild, hungry eyes.
"Now you step forward, you sniveling wretches?" He spat across the fire; a reddened glob of mucus flew outward, and it hit one of the beasts directly in the eye. The monstrosity did not flinch. It ran its repulsive tongue up to its eye and drew the fluid back into its mouth. "Why have you brought yourselves so close to the kingdoms of men?" Stavos screamed. "Are the wilds not good enough for you? Are the fields not plentiful? Why must you seek to torture mankind with your ravenous hunger?!"
The creatures continued pacing, staring at him uncomprehendingly. They were wily, true, but their intellect did not grant them the ability to understand his words.
"It's death then?" Stavos said aloud. "Death for me, or..." He paused, unable to finish his words. "Or... I could... NO! I cannot call upon her!" He was arguing with himself now; the shadow beasts simply watched him, ready to feed.
He reached his hand into his travel pouch. With unsteady fingers, he drew out a cold spherical stone. It was perfectly smooth, like the finest polished glass, but it was darker than pitch. Any light that struck it seemed to be completely absorbed, forever lost.
"This stone is your doom..." Stavos told the beasts. "And mine too, from a certain point of view." He cursed again. The pain in his arm was becoming unbearable. "Will you just leave, and spare both of us?!" Silence was the answer he received.
"Very well..." Stavos gritted his teeth, as the pain increased. The purple fire still crackled, but its intensity was slowly diminishing. It would only be a few more minutes before it was gone entirely. The foul creatures moved ever closer.
Stavos lifted the stone into the moonlight and screamed out at the top of his lungs. "L'ventia!" he cried, "Old One of the Mists! I call upon you! Aid me in my struggles, and receive the homage owed you!"
For a long, tortuous moment, nothing happened. Then the stone began to heat, burning his hand, just as it had each time before. He squeezed tighter, knowing that if he dropped the stone now, all would be lost.
A thick, intense fog coalesced from the ground. In only a few moments, the world was bathed in a dense mist, which threatened to swallow the entire forest. Stavos could only see a few feet in front of himself. Even the fire became obscured; it was only a dim, purple glow surrounding him.
Through the swirling, smoky fog, a massive pair of golden eyes materialized, and beneath them, a set of feminine, indigo lips appeared; their edges were turned up in a self-assured smile. The piercing eyes never left Stavos' form. As the lips moved, sounds echoed outward... the violent vibrations hardly seemed like speech.
W̸̞͋͗̊h̸͓̀a̷̤̍t̸̡̫͓̏ ̶͇̗̿̇͑m̵̲̬̈́̋o̴̧̨̘͗͌̀r̶̦͙̠̍̌ẗ̷̢̜̪̌́ą̷̌͐̒l̵̳̙̗̐͊ ̶̘̺̬̌ḑ̸̳̯́a̷̫̲͗̊͝r̸̫̜̭̿͛ẽ̴̘̰̗́̽s̷͔̹̽̉ ̷̳̙̏t̸̛̠̞̻ǒ̵̲̘̃ ̵͎̙̱̒d̷̩̃͝ḯ̷̩̥̆ş̸̳̿̈ṱ̶͙͓̆ų̴̯̃̄r̵̪̖̈b̸̟͚͌̿ ̸͈̏̕m̶͍͒͋̈́e̸̯̚?̵̢͕̳͆̎̈́
Her words were deafening and otherworldly. Stavos immediately winced in pain and covered his ears, but the reverberations permeated his entire being, nonetheless. He dropped to his knees, wondering if his ears had begun to bleed.
"Your voice is too powerful!" He keened. "Have mercy!"
The massive smile flitted away in annoyance. The face morphed again, swirling around him. A nose formed above the lips, and then cheeks appeared. A head full of luscious, silvery hair flowed outward from the scalp of the coalescing visage. The locks swirled around Stavos' kneeling body. They felt soft and smooth... unnaturally so.
The sultry voice was quieter this time, but it was still as inhuman as before. The words were from a language that he did not speak, but their meanings smashed their way inside, regardless. It was as if the words had a life of their own, burning their way into his brain, without the need for traditional knowledge.
