Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight - Sex Stories

Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight

... as he struggled to cross a small stream. "Shall I call forth the servants to carry you upon the palanquin?"

Somehow managing to keep his footing as his boot found purchase on the other side of the crick, Eadric felt his blood boil. She had been insulting him ever since they'd first met. And for what reason? Because he had dared step foot into her precious forest? Because he was not as agile or as skilled a warrior as she?

And, to top it all off, she had not even given him any armor or any weapon. "The worm does not require a blade to fend off a fish," she had told him. "That is not its purpose."

He looked over her shoulder towards where she'd been and found nothing, only hearing a snicker in the other direction. She was already ahead of him, silent as the wind. She had crossed with such ease and grace that he briefly thought she'd simply flown over, only to look down at him with a cruel smile painted on her plush lips. No word came from her. She didn't have to speak or mock him openly for him to understand how it amused her to see him struggling, how it satisfied those most sadistic of urges within her.

As they moved along, Eadric found that, while the garments given him by the woman were comfortable and light enough to barely be felt, they did not protect against scrapes and bruises, of which he now had a good many, gifts from the treacherous Everwood.

Arahan, meanwhile, barely made a sound as she moved, slipping between trees. She stayed a fair distance ...

... behind him, hiding as best she could while he guided her West, towards his home. Or, rather, what remained of it. While he felt deep hatred within himself for the cruel elf, the feeling paled in comparison to what he felt for the Skaven. Given the chance, he would have endured a thousand years of torment at Arahan's hands to slay but a single of the plague-ridden fiends. As the sun began to set and the moon's light began to filter through the dense canopy of Athel Loren, Arahan signaled for Eadric to stop. A sharp whistle, like a bird's, that she had trained him to listen for.

She jumped down from a nearby tree, dropping from branch to branch until she fell beside him. Her movements were graceful and fluid. Perhaps he could learn from these elves, if he lived through this ordeal.

The elf placed a single finger at her lips, pointing towards a bit of light off in the distance. Eadric had to squint to see what she was pointing at, but when he did, it became clear that a campfire was burning off in the distance or, perhaps, a bonfire, given its size.

His eyes found hers and she nodded towards the campfire. He could not find it in himself to argue and so he walked towards the campfire, knowing not if he would find friend or foe there. As the trees gave way, Eadric found himself staring at a horrendous scene as hundreds of Skaven scurried about around a massive pile of burning corpses, both Man and Elf, judging by whatever armor remained on them.

The stench of the place, and ...