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.