Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight - Sex Stories

Eadric and the Sisters of Twilight

... he knew not if it came from the fire or the infested and decayed land upon which the vermin stood, quite nearly made him lose the contents of his stomach. He briefly suspected that such might have happened, had he anything in his stomach to spill. But despite that, the Skaven rapidly spotted him.

Shouts came from the camp then as projectiles shot past him, miraculously not hitting anything.

"KILL-SLAY THE MANTHING! SPIES!" came a shout from one who appeared to be the leader of the small war-band.

A shadow moved in the corner of his eye then before it descended upon the blighted rat-men. Those closest to Eadric soon found their skulls filled with arrows as death rained down upon them.

Before long, the Skaven had forgotten about Eadric as they scurried to safety. They had no burrows within which to hide, only makeshift tents and the central burning pile of corpses. Eadric saw an opportunity and he slipped behind cover, trying to hide from the escaping rat-men.

"RAAAH! The trees! Hide-conceal yourselves!" screamed one of the foul things as it ran past Eadric. Two arrows to the back took him out.

Seeing the creature's weapon in its fading grasp, Eadric reached for it just as another of the fleeing creatures arrived. The sight of such easy prey made the Skaven forget everything about his companions dying all about him.

"Manthing! You will make a fine sacrifice for the Horned Rat!" it hissed as it approached Eadric before pouncing.

The fighter lifted the ...

... weapon he'd grasped, hoping to keep his foe at bay, unable to truly see what the weapon was until it pierced the Skaven's side. It shrieked and squealed in pain, though its fury and determination remained.

It dropped its weapon on the ground, desperately clawing at the blade that was making its way into him, its yellow teeth gnashing inches from Eadric's face. He hoped that, as the elves had saved him before, Arahan would save him now.

Yet no such miracle occurred. Eadric winced as his fingers slipped on the Skaven's blood, the pommel of the wicked-looking weapon slick and red. Sharp blades offered poor grip. He felt the blade digging into his palms.

Desperation set in as sharp teeth filled his vision, curses and shouts, his ears.

Summoning every ounce of strength that yet remained within him, Eadric pulled his head back and slammed it against the Skaven's, his forehead smashing against the surprised vermin's teeth, a sickening cracking noise confirming that he had either broken his own skull or the Skaven's. Judging by the cursing, staggering fiend, he had done the latter.

"GAAAH!" it screamed, falling back as it held its broken face, blood pouring from its wound as Eadric's blade slipped free.

Instinctively, the human was upon the rat, stabbing at it viciously, violently pushing his blade into the creature's body again and again and again until finally, it had stopped moving. Panting, breathless, Eadric threw his weapon aside. His face and hands were bloody ...