ManofDawnLight

Read part one and two here.

He didn’t really know how to think of it. One moment he was honorably fighting warriors of the past, and the next he was fucking a beautiful woman against her own gravestone. Had he desecrated the burial grounds with their act? Or blessed it? He didn’t want to find out. Rather he pulled up his kilt, grabbed his axe, and then walked off into the woods.

He felt a sort of familiar pull at his mind before he left it completely. He turned around, sure he’d see Helori there. However, she wasn’t. There was no one. He questioned the feeling, and then continued up the mountains.

The air was getting thinner, colder. Yet, the forest seemed to bloom even brighter. The absence of living mankind had given natural life a chance to become glorious: the trees were tall and their leaves bright green, the songs of the birds above pleasantly filled the air, and the scent of the dry moss upon the rocks was surprisingly wholesome. He could feel his own body become stronger from it all. His wounds stopped hurting and were quickly healing, though he knew each one of them would leave their own scar.

His body had accepted a number of scars over the years: a spear to the knee, a knife to the shoulder, a club to the chest. Yet all of those were done by men. His new scars, they were given to him by spirits. He would treasure them as a blessing, especially the claw marks on his shoulder. They would always remind him of the beautiful Helori, should his mind dare forget her in his aged years.

The setting sun filtered through the trees in the distance, hinting at another opening from the trees. He quickened his pace, feeling that his quest was near an end. He ran through the trees; his boots stomping in small rainwater puddles, and his arms pushing back errant green tree limbs. He heard faintly what he thought was a waterfall, and was surprised. How far up had he travelled? How high was this waterfall? More and more the golden yellow sunrays shined in his eyes until he reached the small field before him.

The grass was short and soft. The sky was changing its hues with the setting of the sun. The wind was strong and carried with it the smell of life. And then there was the cliff. He walked over to it and looked down. The waterfall had turned out to be the sea hitting against a long rock face on the opposite side of the island. He had travelled across the island completely, and he had not seen the grave of Dagda. He had failed.

He bent down to one knee and stared at the beautiful painting created by nature. He smiled and huffed. He didn’t find his ancestor god. It was no surprise to him. What was a surprise was the adventure he had getting there. Helori had touched his spirit twice with her ethereal existence, and he was forever changed by it. Whatever she was, whatever she had done to him, he was thankful for their time together. Whatever it might have meant.

He smiled wide and watched the sun a little longer. The yellows faded to greens, purples, dark blues, and finally started to turn black. The stars peeked through the dimming light, and Evyn stood up. It was night, and he decided he would make a fire before he went to sleep. Luckily for him the old forest had plenty of wood to spare, and the stones and grass around him quickly caught flame.

He nursed the fire until it matured enough to thrive on its own. Then he sat down and stared at the fire as he had done during the setting sun, smiling just the same. Then…a familiar scent crossed his nose. Helori! He looked up towards the wind, which was lazily flowing past the campfire. The woman’s scent was unmistakable, and she soon appeared before him in the light.

Even in the glow of the fire, Helori’s red hair shown through strong. Her pale skin now painted yellow by the flames, she seemed more alive than any mortal woman Evyn had ever seen before. Having stood upon her grave earlier in the day, his mind had wondered exactly how alive Helori truly could have been. Seeing her stand before him now, he no longer questioned it. He didn’t even think of it. He only saw her beauty, and he would make her his.

They silently stood there together in the flittering darkness. Evyn had been dominated by her twice now. She had swallowed his seed and refused his touch, and she had thrusted herself upon his shaft without his grasp until they both came. No more. He would not be taken like that again. She would submit to his power, no matter how holy or strong she was.

He took his time to not only put down his axe and kilt, but he also unstrapped his gauntlets and boots. He never took his gaze away from hers, and she stared back at him like a warrior. He kicked off his last boot into the darkness, and there he stood as naked as her. His cock had lengthened and thickened until it was pointing at his desires. Evyn smiled and growled. Helori smiled and growled, and they ran at each other at full pace.
Helori spun her body around and swiftly kicked Evyn in the gut. The strike was true and hard, and it made Evyn go down to his knees. When Helori threw her fist down at his head, he spun around on the grass and kicked her in her side. It was a powerful blow, and it made her wince just a little. Before she could manage a counter attack, he barreled down upon her and squeezed her arms with all his strength.

Which was not as easy as it should have been. Even with her arms pinned behind her back, she twisted and bucked against his grasp with the power of a wild animal. Her growls sounded more like the lioness he had seen before, but he would not let go. No, he was a man, and he would not let her dominate him a third time. He held her wrists together with one hand, pinned her head down with the other, and carefully he slid his cock down her ass cheeks.

Had he not been totally focused upon his hold on her and his positioning of his cock, he would have seen her smirk with a twinkle in her eye. When his cockhead slowly moved over her asshole and then stopped at her pussy, he did not give it a second thought. Perhaps a single heart beat’s worth of thinking, but no more. He thrusted his waist forward mightily, and his cock had pushed its way into Helori.

She half-screamed, half-moaned as she felt her wet pussy swallow his manhood whole. Evyn moaned as well, for his triumph over her body was undeniable. His hold on her hands was strong, but he didn’t feel as if it was necessary. She was no longer fighting him. She was submitting to his body. He let her go and firmly grasped upon her waist, forcing her to move up on her knees with her ass high in the air. He again thrusted inside of her body, and this time he went very deep.

So deep he was inside her that he could feel their pubic hairs tangling together. He held onto her ass and rode her like a bucking horse, and her moans became higher and higher. He then grabbed her hair with a twist of his wrist and pulled on her, forcing her to get up on all fours as he rode her.

He looked down upon his shaft moving in and out of her, and Helori’s juices gleamed against the orange fire and the white moonlight. She had already came, but her position kept her from saying anything about it. This had been the longest they had fucked, and Evyn was determined to make it last. He squeezed her ass cheek with a slap and pulled more on her hair, and the two made a carnal music with their bodies.

When his time was nearing, and he could no longer hold back, he pulled out of her body and stood. “Flip over!” His command was undeniable, and Helori willingly turned and laid on her back. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was wet, and her eyes were glazed over from passion. He kneeled down to her and once again thrusted inside of her.

Helori’s body shook as he worked inside her, and her legs began to tense. Her spasms shook Evyn to his core, and he could tell that this time he would come very hard. Cockhead swollen, shaft flexing, balls lowering, Evyn could last no more. He pulled out of her body, and like a waterfall he showered her body with his seed.

His cum flew great lengths over and over again; landing from over her breasts to all the way upon her brow. As he came, so did she, and her body’s juices pooled down her ass and onto the ground. When the last few drops had escaped him, he closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. Then, he noticed something. The absence of something. Helori’s scent was no longer there.

He opened his eyes, and for a third time she had disappeared. Other than their movement in the grass, there was no trace of her ever truly being there with him. He was alone in the darkness, and a strong sleep washed over him. He laid there by the fire; his body naked and sweaty.

Upon the morning light, Evyn awoke to a dead fire. He found that he had been completely clothed. In his sleep, Helori must have shown kindness and allowed him this comfort. He smiled and pulled at his groin. He would be feeling the soreness of that muscle for a few days, and he laughed at that very fact.
When he stood up, he suddenly realized that something was very different in his surroundings. In what was a clearing the day before, there now was a twelve foot mound with a boxed hole at the base. There was a stone standing at the top of it that towered over the height of the tallest tree on the island, and it had ancient markings all down its side. He had found it. He had found it! Evyn raised his axe in the air and shouted out a victory cry that even overcame the sound of the sea below. Never before had he felt such glory, and he enjoyed every minute of it.

After he had calmed down, he crouched down and let his hand reach inside of the boxed hole. He felt mostly dirt, but then he grabbed a palm-sized stone. When he pulled out his hand and opened his palm, he saw the stone was ebony with a white symbol etched on the top saying “Dagda”. He smiled. He had achieved his holy task after all.

He stood up, put the stone in the hanging pocket on his belt, and took one more look at the mighty stone erect in the sky. He turned around and before he entered the forest, he noticed a giant cave lioness staring at him in the far distance. It was only for a few seconds, and then the cat ran off and was hidden by her surroundings. “Farewell, Helori. I thank you for your blessing.”

The travel back to his comrades was not a long one. It should have taken him at least a day and a half, but somehow he managed to reach the ship in only half a day. His kin yelled out his name with laughter. They thought he was lost and was about to go looking for his starved corpse. Then he showed them the stone. Their eyes went wide and they shouted at the top of their lungs, “Victory!”

They congratulated Evyn at being the one to have found the stone. However, Evyn felt strangely about their smiles. He asked them how they had found their stones in the past, and they all answered in the same way, “I found it when I walked to it.” None of them mentioned the guidance of a spirit, and not a single word about a beautiful lady. He knew that they had lied, but he didn’t feel anger. He felt a calmness he had never felt before. He let them keep their lies and their pride.

When the supplies were ready, they all boarded their small ship and began sailing towards their homeland Airtholl. As the men worked the oars to hasten their journey, Evyn could not help but look back at the island. He was leaving behind a wonderful dream where he touched the spirit world, and it touched him back. He had no idea if he would ever return again, or even if Helori would seek him out a second time, but his memories of her would never fade. She was a true lioness, and she helped Evyn to become the man he always wanted to become. With a smile and a nod, he turned around and joined in the rowing. The ship full of the Dukant clan was going home.

THE END

ManofDawnLight written an adult RPG tabletop game called “Succubus: An Adult Roleplaying Game” that received four out of five pitchforks on Succubus.net by Tera. He’s happy to hear any feedback about his work.

Read part one here.

He had continued his quest long into the evening. The morning light that had shown through the trees as gold had become a fireside yellow as the sun began to fall beneath the horizon. He abandoned the creek’s path when something inside his heart told him to turn and walk towards some mountains in the distance. It was not wise to walk away from a fresh water source, but he did so anyway. He knew it was the right choice.

He had thought nothing else other than the spirit known to him as Helori. His mind continued its attempt to grasp what kind of mystery he had happened upon. Her cave lion form was massive and impressive, but her human form was beautiful and perfect. He wondered if either form was true. If she had a secret form not known to him yet. “No”, he thought against that. She seemed too pure to be something wicked.

While the beast made his soul shake and body tense, the woman warmed his heart like no other had before. She was so perfect. Every quality of hers mystified him for hours: her impossible fire red hair, those ocean green eyes, that smile. The touch of her skin against his was so strong that he almost walked off a rock cliff two times thinking of her.

The pathless route he chose took him higher and higher up the mountains. They were not yet so steep that he had to climb them, but they were taking the breath out of him. He was lucky that the trees had continued their reach. Their mossy, damp limbs gave him good leverage and allowed him to keep up his speed. Sometimes he thought the limbs were actually pulling him towards. With what he had just experienced, he would not have doubted it.

Finally, as he lifted himself over another rock cliff, he saw an opening in the distance. The clearing was too far off for him to discern anything, but any clearing this high had to mean something. With a hand pulling out his axe and the other scratching a very satisfied cock, he smirked and walked forth to his destiny.

As the trees thinned out, they allowed him to see their ancient treasure more and more. Long stones cut into squares with carved images on top. The closer he arrived, the more he realized that he had found a graveyard. His hopes rose slightly, until he remembered the stories that Dagda’s grave was alone and touching the skies. This was a gravesite for many.

He entered the clearing and counted the headstones. Seven. Seven total were buried here. He tried to read their names, but they were written in a language long dead to the world. On top their carvings were of different creatures: a falcon, a fish, a wolf, a snake, a bull, a horse, and…a lion. The last one made him freeze. He knew whose grave this was. There was no question in his mind. This was her. Helori. This was where her body was laid to rest and where she became a spirit. It was an unsettling realization that the woman he was with was indeed a dead woman. Now, she walked with the gods.

Suddenly, the sound of many soldiers standing attention took him by surprise. Of course he did not swing around wide-eyed and screaming. That would have made him a weak man. Instead, he slowly turned around and saw before him six warriors. Six magnificent warriors great in strength and honor. Unlike himself, they wore armor. They also had a tattoo of one of the mortuary creatures on their foreheads. Some held swords, others axes. All were silent. Evyn took out his axe and stood proudly, “Make my story a great one.”

Immediately the six attacked him. They came in waves of two, and Evyn had to move very quickly. With his very first swing he upercut the wolf warrior’s chin and drew blood. A mortal wound for sure. He used the spin of the blow to throw him out of harm’s way when the fish warrior tried to strike with a sword.

Soon behind those two came the snake and falcon warriors, who were attacking from both sides. Evyn had to think quickly and in a desperate move leaned back his axe and lunged forward, letting his axe lose in the air until it plunged into the falcon warrior’s chest. The snake warrior looked back to his comrade, and Evyn took a desperate chance. He grabbed the exposed hilt of the sword and swung his fist with all his might against the part of the snake warrior’s torso not covered in armor. He could feel the warrior’s bones break, and as his opponent bent over in pain, he used his stolen sword to behead the snake warrior.

However, the blow had exposed him, and the fish warrior charged in with his sword. Evyn barely spun away in time to keep his belly to be impaled, but not fast enough to avoid a deep cut along his back. It was a flesh wound, and he found he could still move. The fish warrior’s gamble made his sword get caught in the crevice of one of the head stones. The sword broke and the fish warrior tripped and fell. His body filled with rage rushing through his veins, Evyn turned around and in one swift kick crushed the fish warrior’s head against the stone, splattering dark blood everywhere.

Then he looked around for the other two warriors; the bull and the horse. They were nowhere in sight. It was an uneasy silence. Cautiously he went to pull his axe out of the wolf warrior, always keeping an eye out for the remaining two. Not a sound. Not a whisper. Not even a scent. He walked around the stones footstep after footstep. Then, the horse warrior appeared from nowhere and landed a punch right in the middle of Evyn’s face. He was knocked off his feet and dropped the extra sword he had been carrying around with him. After his head cracked against the ground, the pain and red warmth that flowed from his nose hinted that it was broken.

The horse warrior stood in front of the fallen Evyn, and the bull warrior towered above his head. They looked at Evyn and then at each other in a long silence, as if they spoke without words. Then the horse warrior nodded, looked down at Evyn, and rose his axe above his head. Evyn could feel death scratching at the hairs on the back of his neck. But no, he would not die like this. Not by the hands of a dead warrior after the true battle had been over. No, he would not die so disgraced.

Quickly Evyn reached upwards to the bull warrior’s belt and pulled with all his might. The surprise attack threw the bull warrior of balance, and down he went as the horse warrior’s axe crashed down. The blow was true. The axe was now lodged in the bull warrior’s helmet. Evyn had rolled away and jumped up on his feet as the horse warrior stared in disbelief. This time, Evyn did cry out. With his axe in hand, he charged at the horse warrior with all his might. The last warrior panicked and tried to dislodge his axe from his comrade with no success.
Evyn landed his axe against the warrior’s jaw; slicing most of the upper head off and leaving some lower mouth left on the bleeding neck. Evyn’s axe had lodged itself in the stone, and it stained the headstone with errant blood. Evyn breathed deeply, letting the red rage calm down enough to think clearly. In the middle of controlling his breaths, the corpses of the six warriors suddenly disappeared. They were nowhere. Not even their blood remained. They were simply gone.

“Spirits.” Evyn shook his head, then winced at the fresh cut on his back. It would heal in time, and more importantly it wouldn’t slow him down. It just stung. He twitched his nose, trying to figure out how badly broken it was. He then squeezed tightly in one hand. The pain was red hot, but his nose was not broken. Cracked probably, but not broken. He would survive.

And then he noticed her. Helori was sitting upon a tree’s roots at the edge of the burial ground. The twisted growth of the tree allowed her to lean back comfortably while she let her legs part wide open. She was nibbling on one of her fingers while the other hand carefully patted the small patch of red hair above her tight pussy. He had not been allowed such a good view of it before, and now it was mesmerizing in how beautiful it was. The lips were full but not loose, and her skinny body gave a lot of room between her legs and her pussy. He could just imagine himself stuck inside her. In fact, Helori pointed down at his manhood, which was already at full mast.

He slowly walked over to her. His body still surging with power was overwhelmed with a strong natural instinct to breed with this woman. He knew she was a spirit and not a real woman. Not a real woman anymore. He didn’t care. She felt real, and that’s all that mattered to him. “Come here, woman.”

She smiled coyly, then carefully stood up from the malformed tree. She walked up to him and stopped only inches from his body. Her perky breasts were brushing her hard nipples against his muscular chest as she reached up to play with a strand of his long, dark hair. She looked up to meet his gaze, and she bit down on her lower lip just slightly.

He couldn’t take it any longer. He ached for her. He physically needed her, and he would have her. He grabbed her by the arms and forcefully leaned in to kiss her. Not in his wildest dreams could he have imagined how soft her lips would have been. His own lean lips pushed up against hers, and it was as if they were a perfect fit. He continued to kiss her, to taste her. She was so sweet. She reminded him of wild flowers in the summer breeze.

Quickly he unhinged his belt straps, letting his axe and kilt drop to the ground. As they slid past his thighs, his hard cock immediately lunged forth and slapped Helori against her leg. She giggled a little, but he paid it no attention. He kept his leather boots and gauntlets on, not feeling a need to take the time to unbind them. As he continued to kiss her, he reached around her waist and lifted her into the air by squeezing her ass cheeks. They were full and surprisingly strong. Good. She would be able to take what he had to give her.
But to Evyn’s surprise, Helori was not a woman to allow a man to dominate her. She wrapped her pale thick legs around his waist and lifted herself upon his body. She lifted his chin as she rose over his head to keep their kiss connected. Her warm breasts were now pressed firmly against his collarbone. She eventually broke the kiss and looked down passionately at him. Slowly she offered her left breast for him to suckle on. He opened his mouth and with his tongue licked her nipple into his mouth. He had longed for her breasts since the moment he had seen them, and now her hardened dark nipples were finally in his mouth. She moaned out loud as she sucked hard on her tit, and she started to grow wet.

When he finally let go of her breast, she let go of her leg hold and slid down his body. His hard cock rubbing up against her pussy and stopping at her belly. With a force that Evyn had only known of men and monsters, Helori pushed him hard against her headstone and pinned him there. Surprised, he tugged at her hold a little, only to find that her grasp was like iron. She smiled and licked her upper lip. Then she pushed her body against his, held his cock on her hand, and rubbed his cockhead against her lips.

Her moisture was getting thick, and she rubbed it off onto his throbbing cock. Evyn groaned at the warm wetness covering his manhood, and he yearned to be inside her. With a small kiss on the lips and a lifting of her waist, she slowly slid down her pussy onto his cock. She let out a high moan as his thickness entered her.

Evyn had never known a woman to feel so perfect. Had he laid with a thousand women, and none of them fit him as she did. He could feel her every movement, her every twitch, against his shaft hidden deep within her body. Helpless against her grasp, Evyn stood there groaning deeply from the sensation of her wet pussy squeezing down hard on him. With Helori’s every motion up and down, she gave a soft little moan out of her slightly opened mouth. Up and down she went; her pussy lips pushed outward by Evyn’s thickness.

He held upon her soft, milky tits and gave them a squeeze. He had never held such perfect breasts before, and he tried to push the immeasurable pleasure so he could remember them forever. She quickened her pace, and the friction between the two was red hot. Evyn stiffened his body to brace her force upon his waist, and she held onto his shoulders for balance. Up and down she went, and her breasts jiggled with each wet slap of their sexes.

Evyn could feel his end was near. He looked down and furrowed his brown, forcing his body to obey his mind. Then Helori grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to stare into her beautiful green eyes. He could tell that she was nearing an end too, and she would not allow him to deny their climax together. Her moans became louder, and his grunts were more forceful. Her pussy worked hard against his shaft, and when the time came, Helori closed her eyes and crubmled forward upon Evyn’s chest. His cock spewed forth his hot seed once again, and their juices together mixed so sweetly.

With every pump, his cock made her pussy twitch, and they held each other in their tight embrace. When the pleasure subsided, Helori hazily looked upon Evyn’s face. She smiled, kissed him very slowly, and then she was gone. It was as if she was never there. Again. Evyn was left alone in the graveyard of elders; his kilt down to his knees and his cock dripping cum on the ground.

TO BE CONTINUED…

ManofDawnLight written an adult RPG tabletop game called “Succubus: An Adult Roleplaying Game” that received four out of five pitchforks on Succubus.net by Tera. He’s happy to hear any feedback about his work.

With closed eyes, he could rightfully smell the beauty of the foreign land he found himself within. It was old and full of magic. The rotting trees that had cracked underneath his boots were birthing taller and stronger trees out of their crumbling bodies. The roots of the old and new held together moist dirt so fertile it could grow wheat on a patch of ice in the middle of winter. The movement of fresh mountain water created a symphony of liquid chimes as it travelled all the way to the sea.

The sea, a second home to his people, was struggling to keep its briny scent upon him in the face of such calm purity. He had tasted the creek many times as he travelled to these highlands, and each time he could feel unwelcomed salt wash away from his body.

And the morning sun. On the waters, it showered him with two golden eyes upon the horizon. At home, it breathed color back into the green plains that fed the cattle. But here, on this distant and wild island, it could only filter piece by piece through the leaves onto the ground. It was as if below the treetops were a secret, and the forest was trying its best to keep all hidden. To keep the island innocent.

Evyn opened his eyes and continued his search. Evyn was a thick bodied man with long dark hair and soft beard. If he was one to eat like a pig, he would have been full with a ruddy girth. Yet, he ate lean, and his lightly tanned skin pulled tightly over his large muscles. He showed a few deep scars in his chest and arms, but his face was flawless with jutting cheekbones and a powerful chin. His only gentle feature were his green eyes, which his people told him was a sign that he had been gifted by the good spirits.

It was summertime, and he was lightly dressed in thick leathers: sturdy boots, large belt, tattered gauntlets, and a strap over his shoulder that held his mighty battle axe. His axe was tarnished from overuse, but its sharpened edges gleamed menacingly. Carved in its sides were beautiful spirals and knots representing the ferocity of a beautiful lion. It had been made specifically for him after he killed ten men with nothing but his bare hands. That was a glorious day for Evyn.

Other than those items, his skin was bare to the world. He sported the normal patches of manly hair upon his chest, legs, and arms, but his hair was thin and laid closely to his skin. He was of a pale people, but his many months at sea had once again turned his color to a darker tint. The only pale sides of him left were in his boots and beneath his pleated kilt, which proudly showed his clan’s faded colors of forest green with thin lines of red. Had a stranger met him randomly, they would think him a lone wanderer.

Evyn was not alone, or at least did not arrive on the island alone. His people, the Dukant Clan, had gone to battle with Norse invaders of his homeland. The men in iron helmets and dragon headed boats had come with fire in their eyes and a thirst for blood. The Vikings had thought the Dukants like any other people and prepared for a slaughter. They should have prepared for their own funerals. Every spring some invader sets foot upon the island of Airtholl with greed in their hearts, but the Dukants were fierce warriors and gave no mercy. In the end, every last one of the Vikings were slain, gutted, and burned upon the ships they came in on.

And as with every spring battle, every summer the Dukants would send their greatest warriors to the ancient burial grounds of their gods to give thanks for such good fortune. Eight in total, and this most distant island of Thule housed the oldest and last. Dagda, the father of all the Celts, his burial grounds were the hardest to find. Some believed that he switched it from place to place every year, making sure only those worthy would find it. So when Evyn’s ship landed upon the sandy shore, his clansmen drew lots and each went their separate ways in search of their greatest god.

Evyn drew the lot of the eastern Great Antler Forest. It was an unfortunate draw, as the forest was inhabited with ancient beasts and spirits. He took his lot with pride and set off without even grabbing a scrap of food. He had explored every other part of Thule, and after this, he would know the island completely. In all those other times he explored Thule, he had never found Dagda. He was beginning to think that his great ancestor never truly took sleep in the dirt.

He had traversed the forest for a day and a night. It was not a hard travel, and the only signs of life he found were the birds above and a stag too wise to move close to him. Evyn was not hungry yet. He would allow the animals their peace for a little while longer before the hunt began. For now, his divine quest was all that mattered.

After walking upon a jutting rock, he viewed far and saw nothing other than more trees. He exhaled his frustration and jumped down. If he did not find the gravesite of great Dagda by tomorrow, he would abandon the search and assume one of the others found the site first. It always happened this way. He would travel longer and farther than all his comrades, and somehow one of them would find it. They’d bring a rock inscribed with Dagda’s symbol, and then they’d all sail for Airtholl.

What had they done differently? He would demand an answer, but none of them could say. If he didn’t trust them with his life, he would call them liars and battle them to the death. It angered him so much. He mindlessly picked up a rock and hurled it at a tree, marking its bark deeply. When he calmed down, he felt foolish and thirsty.

He bent down towards the creek that he had been following, and guzzled the pure water from between his hands. For an island too far North to support a village, it did indeed have the best waters. It soothed him to think that it purified him somehow. Cleansed his war-troubled mind. Blood had been spilt by him hundreds of times, yet there were always more to kill. The gold meant nothing to him. It was just a pretty type of stone. The mead meant nothing to him. It took away the pleasure it gave the night after he drank it. The women…those he cared a little about.

Mortholl, the village South of his clan, had requested their aid in defense against the Viking invaders. Of course the Dukant Clan came, and of course they beat back the Vikings. The village was so thankful, they allowed their saviors to sleep with their women. Evyn was given a pretty girl with brown, curly hair and dark eyes. She was very newly a woman, but her body was curvy and willing to bear children. He still dreamt about their time together; the feel of her pouty lips, the shape of her dark nipples, the taste of her…

He smelled something. A musk. Not of a deer or a wolf. Something stronger. Deeper. But still an animal. He had stopped his drinking for only a moment, and then he kept on as if he had noticed nothing. The wind blew from the East, and he was sure that’s where the creature was. It hadn’t stalked him, or else he would have smelled the thing before now. No, it just found him. Or maybe it was waiting.

He let it get closer and closer, never letting hint that he was aware of it. Then, when it’s footsteps were barely heard, he spun around with axe in hand and roared the challenge of combat to his sneaky foe. His eyes went wide, for what he saw was a cave lion. It was three times bigger than any wolf he had ever seen. It was more like a bear in size, but it’s face and tail gave it away as a feline. It roared as he roared, and Evyn could feel it’s hot breath blow against him.

There was very little time to react. The lion was upon the same jutting rock he had jumped down from, and it leaped at him. He wisely ducked to the side, but the lion managed to scratch his forearm deeply. He could feel his blood flowing, but he gave it no look. No, instead he returned the wound and swung his axe at the beast. He sliced into its shoulder, and it roared at the pain. Now they were both bleeding, and they were both poised for another attack.

Evyn was as still as a statue, and the lion waited for him to move. He looked deeply into its eyes, and noticed how green they were. “Green eyes?” No creature in this world had green eyes. It was a mystical beast. A spirit. He had raised arms against a blessed being. “I am sorry to harm you, spirit, but if you lunge at me again, I will strike you dead.”

He didn’t know if he even could kill the beast. However, if it was intent on making him a meal, he would swing his axe until his last breath. Spirit or no, he would never accept death. It was a long wait, and he took the time to admire the creature: a golden brown pelt with a subtle striped pattern, claws longer than his fingers, long teeth capable of crushing logs, and its long and wide tail. It was truly a remarkable animal.

Then, it stopped growling. It took a few steps back and sat down. In response, he straightened his back and let down his axe. If it did not wish to fight, then neither did he. Only a fool would attack a spirit if given the chance for peace. They two stood there, bleeding from their arms, and he had no idea what to do next. “I search for Dagda.”

Then, the lion glowed with a ethereal magic. It shined so brightly that Evyn had to cover his eyes. When the light passed, he lowered his hand and saw a mystery even more perplexing than the cave lion: a beautiful woman. Her great beauty was alien to his eyes: long flowing red hair, moon pale skin with kind freckles tracing her shoulders and cheeks, thin cheekbones, a strong jaw, beautiful and nurturing breasts, and a nice tuft of red hair above her tight pussy.

And those eyes, those perfectly green eyes, he could get lost in those eyes forever. He dropped his axe on the ground, “You are more beautiful than any other woman I know.” She smiled knowingly, and then quickly looked down and back up at his gaze. He looked down too, and his pleaded kilt with his clan’s colors had started to rise. He felt ashamed that the first spirit he had ever seen made him react so strongly. Never before had his cock felt so strong, and he was thankful that his kilt had been made so long.

However, he didn’t try to hide it. She had already seen him like that. Hiding it would be foolish. He was a man, and there was no hiding that fact. The spirit understood his bravado, and she looked pleased. He was exactly what she had been looking for; a man unafraid to be a man.

She slowly walked towards him, placing one delicate foot after another. He didn’t shirk away. No, he stood there erect and waiting for her action. When she was very near him, he closed his eyes: an instinctual reaction to smelling her aroma. Before it was just that of a cave lion. Now, he smelled in her every sweet scent he had been fortunate enough to experience. It was as if her hair was made of flowers, and her body a fertile field.

Without warning, she grabbed his cock through his kilt. Surprised, he opened his eyes and looked down. He didn’t jump back. No, he wanted this. He very much needed this. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, and he needed the release. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t move away from her. His instincts were strong, and he would obey them.

Her hand slowly moved back and forth, rubbing his wool against his ready member. Through his kilt he felt her tight grip move along his shaft, never bumping against the tip. He wanted to touch her. Needed to touch her. He lifted his hand and went to touch her shoulder. She squeezed down on his member, and gave his hand a stern look. After he moved his hand away from her, she looked back at him with a smile. She shook her head ‘No’, then kept rubbing his shaft.

Then she bent down on her knees, letting her hands fall down his kilt until they reached the end. Effortlessly she lifted the kilt high and rested it against his throbbing shaft. When she saw his cock near to her face, she let out a sort of girlish giggle. He was much larger than most, and his form was very beautiful in itself.

Her voice was like music played on a warm summer’s night. It was so soothing that he did not mind how forward she had become. He looked down at those beautiful green eyes and smiled. She licked her lips from top to bottom, grabbed a hold of his cock at the base, and positioned his cockhead right against her lips. Slowly but surely, her red lips slowly moved over his member. The warmth of her lips followed by the even warmer feel of her mouth was overwhelming. Even when he had been with a woman, they would have never done this to him.

He groaned and growled from the pleasure, and she kept slowly moving further down his shaft. In a slow wave, he felt every movement of her lips and tongue on his member. His knees wanted to buckle. His back wanted to rest against something. Yet, there was nothing nearby. He would stand there like a warrior, or else he figured she would abandon him. He would take this gift with pride.
Then her sight moved down as she continued to engulf his cock. When she reached all the way down she could, he let his mouth open and a little air escaped him. The back of her mouth felt so much like a woman’s pussy.

Then she pulled back slowly. He especially enjoyed how she sucked on him until she was off, giving an audible ‘smack’. He looked down at her, “Keep doing it.” The audacity of a mortal man ordering a spirit was great, but to this lion spiritess, it was the perfect answer.

Again she put his member in her mouth, but this time she was swift. As swift as she was putting him inside her mouth, she was just as swift moving off of him. Over and over again she bobbed on his member. Evyn could feel his heart race and his blood pump, but they were just annoyances compared to the unbelievable warmth and wetness on his cock. She continued to look up at him as she moved, and the sight of the pale woman’s breasts shaking as she moved made his balls ache to release.

It was as if she could read his mind, for she moved her other hand and fondled the two hard orbs in his sack. She played with them so tenderly, slightly pulling them down for more leverage.

Had she been a human woman, or had they been fucking in the normal sense, he would have lasted much, much longer. But neither of those things were true, and he could feel his cock swell with the expected release. He didn’t even have time to mentally force himself to stop. He simply came, gushing forth his warm seed into the spirit’s mouth. As he did so, he felt the vibration of her throat saying “Mmmm” at the taste of his cum. She continued to milk his cock back and forth and squeeze his balls, making sure she consumed every last drop he had to give.

His breath was short, and his eyes bloodshot. He looked down at his still thick and wet cock just in time for the spirit to kindly lower his kilt back down. She stood up, wiped some of his cum off her lips and into her mouth, and then she turned to walk away. He didn’t want her to go, but he was so much at a loss for action that he just stood there watching her round ass cheeks move back and forth with her walk.

Eventually she looked back, smiled, and spoke “Helori” while tapping her chest. Helori. A beautiful name. Before he could tell her his name, she turned and ran. Again the light shone, and when it was gone, so was she. It was as if nothing had ever happened to him.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Read part two here.

ManofDawnLight written an adult RPG tabletop game called “Succubus: An Adult Roleplaying Game” that received four out of five pitchforks on Succubus.net by Tera. He’s happy to hear any feedback about his work.