[NSFW] {Futa, Yuri} Errantes Spiritu, Chapter 2: Blood and Carnage

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    Chapter 2, Blood and Carnage
    I awoke to the sounds of birds, their carefree trilling music in my ears. I was vaguely reminded of a thought from the night before, but I couldn't place it with all the fog rolling around in my brain. I recognized the familiar hunger that made my stomach cramp and my throat dry. Groaning, I sat up, only to fall back to the pillows, too weak to lift myself up.

    “You should have let me feed you last night, Mistress. You appear unable to rise.”

    “I just woke up and am still a bit sleepy. That is all,” I said defensively, but I knew what she said was true. All the same, I got the night of peace and hope I wanted, and it would have to suffice if this didn't work.


    “Of course, Mistress.”

    “Would you quit calling me that!” I exclaimed rather rudely.

    “Why, are you not my Mistress? Am I not here for the explicit purpose of serving you?” she purred into my ear.

    I started and about fell off the bed, surprised to hear her laugh at me for jumping. The sound was like tinkling bells, quite lovely. It was fitting that her laugh would be just as graceful as the rest of her.

    “You are correct. But you don't need to call me that.”

    “Perhaps I like calling you that.”

    “Fine then.”

    “As you wish, Mistress.” I could hear the smile in her voice. I turned to chastise her for provoking me, but her smile blinded me, and I couldn't remember why I wanted to yell at her.

    “I'll never get over that, Ava.”

    “Over what, hm?”

    “You certainly are a sight to see...”

    “Oh, I suppose you aren't used to elven people where you're from then?”

    “No, it's not that. I've known a few elven folk. It's just that you're...” I paused, feeling suddenly bashful.

    “I'm what, Mistress?” Ava looked at me with innocent, puzzled eyes, though she coyly emphasized the last word she spoke.

    “Erm, never mind. I do think I'm quite weak after all. Would you mind terribly if we tried..?” I asked shyly.

    Ava righted herself and knelt over me, taking my right hand in both of hers. “Mistress, you must take from me whenever you need. I've already told you I wish to help you, to ease your body of the strain of hunger.”

    “Are you certain?”

    “I am.” She leaned in and touched my face with her fingers. “Do you need to bite me? Shall I lend you my wrist? My neck?”

    I blushed scarlet and stammered “N-no, there's no need for that. Just... hold still. It won't hurt. I promise.” Did she even know how succulent the skin of her neck looked? Offering herself like that... I wasn't sure she understood what kind of feelings that gave me.

    As she looked into my eyes, I focused on the pulse and flow of her blood. I willed her life force into me. Unseen to the eye, small droplets of her blood were emerging from her skin and flowing into mine, being absorbed so that I could use them for energy.

    “I think I feel it, Mistress. Are you doing it now?”

    “Yes. It'll take some time if I do it this way, but it's completely painless.”

    She frowned. “But you are weak and need your strength sooner rather than later. I can feel how tired you are. Are you sure you can even stay awake long enough to do this?”

    “I've done it hundreds of times before just the same.”

    “But I am willing...” she mumbled softly.

    “Willing to what?”

    “Let you take it faster from me. I don't mind, and I heal quickly.” I realized what she was implying. I felt my face go red, as a wetness pooled between my thighs from thinking about it.

    “Are you... are you sure, Ava? It'll probably hurt.” I replied warily, but I could tell she was dead-set on it.

    “Yes. I would... I would like it if you did, Mistress. I should like to feed you and make you better quicker, so you are not suffering so long. I should like to feel...” She blushed, and I had a feeling she was thinking along the lines I was, “I should like to feel you bite me, to know what that's like,” she finished her words in an embarrassed rush.

    “Very well. Shall I take your wrist, then?” I reached for her hand, but Ava shook her head.

    “I would have you at my neck if it please you, Mistress.” I never imagined such dark skin could blush the way her cheeks did. It was quite endearing.

    “Please lean closer for me then, Ava,” I murmured, as my breath seemed to have left me without warning. She offered her neck to me demurely, pulling her hair back to expose the soft skin.

    “It is a great honor to me that you would offer yourself this way.” I said to her with hesitation, for indeed I'd only fed at the neck once, and it nearly killed the poor person, certainly not a consensual act and one of the great reasons why I'd rather wither than fall prey to my needs. However, if she was offering... and I exercised great control, it should be safe, maybe pleasurable, even... I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and felt my incisors pulse with furious desire for her blood. I struck softly, but still, her body jerked, and she drew in a soft gasp of surprise.

    I marveled at the taste of her. It was like liquid sunshine, strong and bright within me, bringing forth images of summer days filled with warmth and flowers dotting the hillsides. I took her blood in soft pulls, mindful of how much I was drinking. I savored her taste, drawing out the time it took for me to get what I needed because she was so exquisite. Just then, I heard her make a noise. Afraid I was hurting her, I started to lean back, but she made the sound again, and I realized it was a … moan, a pleasure-filled sound that both embarrassed and aroused me. Her body undulated above me, and I felt something brush against my abdomen. Swimming in the sunshine of her blood and caught in her desirable spell, it was difficult for me to pull away, but I realized I had enough and could let her go. I retracted myself and licked the bite mark on her neck to clear away the blood.

    It was then that I saw her eyes. They were glowing, an intense and enchanting red, hypnotic. “Thank you,” I whispered, not wanting to break the spell of the moment.

    She leaned down and kissed me. On the mouth. It was all I could do to not jump a foot in surprise. “Thank you for letting me give to you, Mistress.”

    “Your purpose is far greater than feeding me, but I am nonetheless completely honored for your service, beautiful elf.”

    I blushed, feeling a tingle on my lips from where hers had been. I looked to her neck to see how the wound was, about to offer my assistance in bandaging it up, but to my surprise, it as almost completely healed.

    “Your neck-”

    “I told you I heal fast,” she said sweetly.

    “Indeed you do!” I marveled, reaching up to touch her above the fading marks, my fingers moving down the column of her throat. I realized her robe was completely open, beautiful skin exposed for my hungry eyes. Her blood coursed through my veins, fire inside me, and all I wanted was more of her. I was no longer in need of her blood, but rather in need of her in a different way. It's not right for you to want that of her. Besides, she's already given so much, I chastised myself.

    Feeling like I deserved an award for strong morals, I grabbed the lapels of her robe and closed them over her beautiful breasts. “Here, you don't want to catch cold,” I said sensibly.

    “Thank you, how kind of you,” she murmured bashfully.

    “Besides, I wouldn't want to violate you by staring.”

    “I see how you look at me, Ana. I know what you want,” she said quietly, “and I don't mind. I like the way you look at me.”

    “I can't. It's not right for me to take advantage of your kindness.”

    “Believe me, it is not in kindness that I feel this way. No one has ever touched me this way, and until now, I've never felt desire for it. I was even considered a shameful presence in my village because I was different from the others. I was embarrassed of my nudity, and I wanted no one's intimacy. Never have I felt so... in need” she stammered awkwardly.

    “Don't you have a ritual for coming of age?”

    “Yes, they do, but I refused everyone at my ceremony. In fact, I fled it because they were angry for me when I said that I didn't want any of them to touch me. It was the last time I saw them, staring at me, puzzled like I was some sort of freak.”

    “You said you were alone now... what happened to them?”

    “Greed. My land was overrun by greedy men in search of special herbs that my village grew. Rather than trade with us for the items, they ransacked our homes, uprooted our gardens, and killed anyone and anything that got in their way. I was not there at the time, and I was the only one who survived.”

    “What in the hell was so important that they'd kill your people?” I asked, horrified.

    “They wanted Dragon's claw. It's a flower that only my clan of people have been to successfully cultivate. It has many uses, but I believe they were looking to make regenerative solutions. We use it for healing, and in concentrated amounts, it can close up serious wounds in a matter of minutes. I think they may have wanted it for militaristic purposes.”

    “That's awful. I am so sorry...” tears clung to my cheeks.

    “I only wish I could have been there. I was the strongest of my clan, although they regarded me as somewhat of an outsider. To think, it was not long ago they were all live and well. I could have protected them if only I hadn't been off sulking.” She sounded so deeply sad.

    Patting her hand, I said gently, “But you weren't there, and their greed is not your fault. You could have been out gathering plants or something, and the same thing would have happened. Those men are to blame for the atrocities committed against your people, not you. I'm so sorry you've had to live with that pain. I too know what it is to be a survivor of something terrible.”

    “Mistress?” she looked scared.

    “What is it?” I asked, confused.

    “Will you tell me?” She asked breathlessly. “Something horrible happened, didn't it?”

    “Yes, I'm afraid so.”

    “Is that how your spirit was split apart?”

    “Not exactly. I was always able to manage odd things. I saw through the eyes of wolves and birds, you know? It's a shame it couldn't save my family...” I felt my breath hitch on a sob. I shifted around a bit and managed to sit myself up.

    Ava held my hands, while her eyes pleaded me to finish telling the story.

    “My father was a rather renowned mathematician and alchemist. He was considered a successful pioneer in the field by his employer, though he never admitted having work that could be practically applied. He himself said they were only theories. I didn't know how dangerous knowing something powerful could be until they showed up to take his journals. My father said they'd never find his work and that it wasn't to be used...

    I can smell evil in the air. Something isn't right. Mother screams and runs into the room. She pushes me under the table.

    Ana, stay out of sight. Don't come out, no matter what!” She whispers fiercely into my ear. She kisses my forehead and dashes out of the room before I can ask her what's going on.

    Loud voices come from the other room, and I recognize father. He's telling someone off, saying something about it not being right, it can't be used that way.. something. I can't hear everything he's saying because another voice is talking over him, telling him he can't leave without giving up his work. Surely it's not that important?

    I'm shaking, cold, as the fresh bath water dries on my skin, scared for my father and mother. The shouting continues, getting louder and louder. Footsteps tell me they are coming into the room. A man enters first, followed by two more. They are all in identical, dark uniforms. Father is being dragged by a fourth and fifth man, one on each arm, and mother behind him, held at the elbow by a sixth. Six men? In our house? What for?

    "Hand it over!"

    No! I will not! I've already told you that isn't right! It can't be used how he wants! It will fail every time and only cause pain and horrible repercussions!”

    I know you are lying! It's already worked! I will leave here with your research -- with or without your consent!” The first man, who is clearly the leader, shouts at father.


    I'm filled with terror, even though I don't know yet what his words mean. Please! Just leave us alone, and we'll be gone!” mother cries, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.

    In that case we'll take his research and go then. We apologize for the disturbance.” The first man says in an eerily calm tone.

    You will let us be then? You will leave my family alone?” father asks suspiciously.

    Not... quite.” an evil laugh rumbles out of a few of the men. The one in charge draws a gun from under his coat and shoots father twice in the face. Father falls to the floor, out of my sight, but not before I see the blood. It's everywhere! How can he live with that much blood missing! Mother screams, and she's shot too. I can feel myself shaking as I try not to make a sound, not to breathe.

    Just then, Collin comes tottering down the stairs. My golden-haired two year-old brother, giggling, and naked from his bath.

    Mommy! Col finish bath! Story time, Mommy!” I stare at his bright eyes and smiling face as my world turns upside-down.

    Flying out from under the table, I scream “No! Don't-” just as the gun is raised, and Col is hit squarely in the chest. My scream shatters the air, my grief unable to be contained, and I turn my eyes to the men who massacred my family. Hate flows within me as I stare into the muzzle of a hand gun. At the last moment, I hear the click of the trigger, but something happens. A white light pierces my eyes, and I feel a ripping in my chest. I think I've been shot, but as I look down, I see something coming out of my chest, not a bullet going in. Something pure white, the thing that's blinding me! It roars out of me and explodes the room in a blast so powerful, the walls crumble and everything shatters.

    When the dust clears, I see that the men are all dead, riddled with debris from the house stuck into their bodies, grotesquely pinning two of them to furniture and the rest to the floor. It is then that I see it. Something tall, white, and ghastly. It turns around, and I see that it's... me.

    Run. I must run. Get out! Get out now! I open my mouth to cry out, but when I do, it charges at me, and I can't move quickly enough! The ghost keeps coming, and just as it gets to me, it loses its form, and it jumps right into my mouth – no, it's sucked in! It's inside me! I look down, terrified, but I don't feel any different... is it possible that the thing... is me? Is it my soul?

    Dazed, I walk around to assess the damage, but I already know what to expect. Tears flow down my face as my dead loved ones stare up at me for the last time before I close their eyes. It takes me four days to bury them behind the house near the big tree. It takes me only one day after that to run away. I do not bury the soldiers, but rather burn them in the front yard and scream at their ashes. Nothing helps. Everything is gone. They're all gone.
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  3. WanderingSketchPad Super Awesome SuperModerator [__________] Collections Manager Rambling Writer

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    questionnsss

    why was she in the dungeon all beat up and terrified if she wanted to come? What was that choice between, her dying or serving? XD
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    No idea, shitty dream nonsense, I suppose. I have to revise a lot of plot holes to make the story more viable. :XD:

    I guess originally it was just because Ethan put her there to wait until he showed Ana what he got for her, but he didn't think about how bad it was for her or that it might be painful/uncomfortable, although I have no rationale for how it is currently. All I can say is... it's a work in progress. x'3
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    ya that feels like a loophole to me. i got the impression he stole her and she fought back, but he beat her into submission. I read part of the second chapter. Maybe go from that and say she was actually at the village long enough to meet some of the assholes who ransacked it and they ruffed her up an almost got her but ethan came to the rescue? XD And instead of being nice to her, he took her lol
    just an idea~
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    There is much smuttery a foot. Basing the story on a dream may cause some issues, but they can be overcum!
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    What is this even? I don't know. I was just messing around today with the sketch app. :XD:
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