7th Century, 632, Mournful 14th
South of the Elven forest, Blood splatter Clan camp
Verena was eating her evening meal in her tent when she heard some commotion outside. She stood up and left her half eaten beef and glass of fresh water from the stream. It was perfectly cold. Kashk had left yesterday for the Clan of the Bloodlord he cut down in his camp. He had taken sixty warriors with him. When she came outside she saw how a caravan arrived. She was surprised at first. So many new Warg’s. Wagons and horses. Countless females with children and a handful of warriors in sight.
She spotted Grrechk and walked over to him. He had lost his left ear sense last she saw him. What had happened?
“Shaman, a-are they from the other clan?” She asked.
He turned to her and nodded.
“They are. Kashk sent them back here ahead of him,” he answered. He noticed her looking at his missing left ear. Noticing he noticed, she quickly looked away.
“I-I sorry!”
He scoffed.
“Hmm. Kashk took it. Disliked that I scared you.” He turned back to watch the newcomers once more.
“W-where is h-he?” She tried to avoid his ear, looking at the ground.
“I would imagine attacking one of the two remaining Warg Clans with some of our warriors and the strength of the new Clan’s warriors, he can crush them swiftly. He have over two-hundreds warriors at his disposal right now.” He turned to her again. “You are quite lucky, you know. Kashk is a strange one. A new thinker. Want to evolve the Warg race and such.” He shrugged. “Not in so many words.”
Evolve? “H-how do you-”
“I don’t know what he wants to do. But it is unheard of that a Warg Bloodlord would take an outsider like you as a mate, and not a simple slave to ravage and enjoy.” He looked at her breast. “I have no doubt he’ll enjoy ravaging you when the time comes.”
He smirked at how Verena shivered at those words. He licked his lips as he looked at her ass thoughtfully.
Verena left him and returned to her tent. She felt to uncomfortable around him. She was pretty sure he liked that, always pushing limits to the edge. Even though he lost an ear because of it. He laughed as she walked off. Verena understood why there wasn’t so many Warg mages. If Grrechk was any indication, they were all assholes. They were probably mostly killed off for being annoying idiots. Maybe it was because he was old. That he had gone through life already and wanted to enjoy his last years. But anyway, she returned to her meal and swept down the entire glass of water.
Realizing her bottle was empty, she got up and headed over to the stream to fill it with cold water. She bent down on one knee and lowered the bottle into the stream and filled it quickly. When she stood up to return to her tent, she saw Grrechk look at her, smirking. She looked away nervously and tried ignoring him. She felt unsettling around him.
Suddenly a Warg male jogged up to him and then Grrechk started walking towards her. She swallowed and continued walking.
“Verena, little elf,” the Shaman said.
She stopped.
“Word just arrived. Kashk want you to meet him at the camp of the fourth Clan.”
She was confused.
“The fourth? He can’t possibly have butchered the third yet.”
To her surprise Grrechk started laughing.
“You would be surprised with how fast we can butcher a large group.” He slowly stopped laughing and calmed down, wiping a tear from his eye. “He probably want to show you how he subjugate a whole clan without a fight. Want to show you a duel perhaps, if he challenged the Bloodlord.”
“W-when do I leave?”
He shrugged.
“You’re his mate. Leave whenever you want.”
He stared surprised at him. It was up to her? She didn’t expect them to listen to her.
“Th-they’ll listen to me?” She asked hesitantly.
“Off course,” Grrechk said as if it was obvious. “You’re the Bloodlords mate, remember? You are extremely important and, if elf terms, you’re the Queen.”
She thought about it. She kind of liked that. When he wasn’t here, did that mean she was in charge? She didn’t want to ask, Grrechk would probably laugh at her no matter what the answer was.
“Let’s get going then,” she decided.
Grrechk nodded.
“Very well. I’ll have an escort prepared.”
He turned and walked away. Verena returned to quickly finish her meal before she would depart.
As darkness was falling they departed from the camp.
7th Century, 632, Mournful 14th
South of the Elven forest
After two hours of riding in a normal pace darkness of the night had fallen. Verena rode with a Warrior behind her, sharing a horse. She wasn’t good at riding and had never learned, so he was there to assist and protect her. He sat behind her to make sure no one could shoot her in the back from the shadows on the forest. Verena was placed in the middle of the column. She had two riders in front of her, four behind her and three to her sides. A total of thirteen warriors followed her. She thought they were overdoing it slightly, but didn’t feel it her was place to complain about it. After all, she had to get used to-possibly-being actually important now. She wasn’t too sure if they would actually die for her. She didn’t want anyone to sacrifice themselves for her, but she didn’t want to die either. One of them had showed his willingness to die for her already. Would all of them. She didn’t want to find out either way.
“We should only been a short ride off,” the warrior sitting behind her told her.
She yawned and suddenly felt his left arm around her stomach.
“If you want to rest, I shall hold you.”
“I-I don’t want t-to be a burden,” she responded, blushing.
“Rest, lady of Blood,” he said softly. “Rest.”
Deciding to trust him, she leaned her head back against his furry chest and closed her eyes. His grip around her tightened slightly. She focused on the softness of his fur and forget all her troubles for a short moment. And indeed, it was short.
Her horse stop abruptly.
“Ambush!” a Warrior shouted.
Verena snapped her dark elf eyes open in horror. One of the warriors had two arrowed in his side, whilst one in front of her had fallen off his horse. He had four arrows in him. she screamed. The warrior behind her maneuvered the horse so an incoming arrow him his arm instead of her. She put her hands over her head and closed her eyes hard.
Two warriors got off their horses and leaped into the forest from the road. They ignored the arrows hitting them. Soon slashing and screaming filled the air, mixing with roars from her escort.
“Get her out of here!” The captain of her escort roared. “Hurry!”
Quickly her horse started galloping along the road. A pair of arrows swished by them. A third arrow dug into the warriors back. He growled and kept the pain in check. Verena was finding out Warg’s was incredibly resilient. Slowly the clashing of metal and screams and roars became more and more distant.
Just when she started thinking she was safe, the horse was hit by an arrow in the neck. The poor horse collapsed and the warrior gripped her hard to protect her from hitting the ground to hard. He took the brunt of the impact. But just as quickly he got up and drew a bone shafted axe and a bone handled broadsword.
He growled before turning to her. “Stay here.” With that, he rushed into the forest. An arrow his his knee, but he ignored it. Verena was curled together on the ground in fear. Her adrenaline was pumping and her mind was racing.
She saw a Wood elf came towards the warrior with two long knives. They were both made from elven steel. It was obvious on the golden color. He had a wooden bow on his back. He slashed twice after the Warg. The warrior was quick and avoided him. He jumped back and with one cut of his blade, made blood spewed violently from the elf’s chest. He fell backwards to the ground and dropped both daggers.
The Warg continued rushing forward. Now two opponents appeared. One was a human woman and the other an Orc. Either they were dealing with a well-organized raider band-unlikely-or a pack of mercenaries.
The woman swung a double handed steel axe and the orc had a shield and an Orchmar sword. Orchmar was the ore used to make Orc weapons. It was dark green and black. He swung the edged blade at the Warg, temporarily lowering his shield. The woman-at the same time-striked him with her double handed axe. The warrior dodged both and kicked the Orcs shield, staggering him. He barely though, avoided the woman’s next attack. He proceeded to kick her in the face. She lost her grip on the axe and fell to the ground.
The warrior used that time to deliver four quick attacks to the Orc. The Orc staggered back but held his defensive posture. The Warg roared loudly.
Suddenly two other mercenaries came towards them. Both were human. They wore light iron armor. Both had a steel sword in their hands.
“Die, you beast!” One of them shouted.
The Warg turned to face them, blocking the Orcs attack. He threw his axe, cutting one of the men’s head in two on impact. Verena gasped when the Orc managed to hit him. He cut deep into his left arm. The Warg howled and kicked his shield again, forcing him back. He threw an eye at the human female. She was grabbing her axe again.
He leaped at the second human and managed to punch his sword from his hand. He buried his own blade deep in his chest, jabbing it through the iron armor and letting blood flow. His teeth dug into his face and ripped a piece of meat off. Verena closed her eyes in disgust.
He got up and grabbed the man’s sword. He attacked the Orc with both. The dark green Orc attacked him, but the Warg cut his arm off and jabbed the new steel sword into his throat. He turned and looked at the woman.
She looked at her died comrades and narrowed her eyes.
“You’ll die for this,” she swore.
He smirked smugly.
“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you over your friends dying screams of mercy.”
“I’ll kill you!” She screamed in rage. “You’ll hang on my wall!”
With that she rushed him with the axe raised high. He leaped right, avoiding her. She turned and swung the axe down on him, but missed. He leaped right again, turning she brought her axe down again. He ducked and kicked her arm hard. She cried out when the bone snapped, dropping the axe completely. He roared loudly. She stumbled back and slipped, falling into a puddle of her elven comrade’s blood. She gasped and started trying to get up. Holding her broken left arm and got up on her feet, only to have the Warg stand right in front of her.
He roared right into her face. She fell backwards, falling over the dead wood elf man. She screamed in panic and started trying to crawl away.
“Not so fast,” the Warg growled. “I’m not done with you.”
He bent down and ripped her leather pants apart.
“No, no, no, no!” She cried out. “Leave me alone! Monster, you leave me alone!”
He laid down on top of her and held her down his his strong arms. Slowly Verena looked again. She carefully looked at how her bodyguard was starting to violate the woman. She had no sympathy for the mercenary scum that had tried to kill them. Most likely her. It made sense, given that she was the mate of the Bloodlord of the Blood splatter Clan. This hadn’t been an accidental attack. No way.
She looked on, listening to the woman’s screams and crying. Not so tough anymore. Not so tough with a Warg on top of her. Verena didn’t know she had a side like this. It had been hidden away before. As the Warg gave a final grunt, the woman cried out in horror. Slowly he got up.
“Maybe you should keep her,” Verena found herself suggesting.
“I think I will, lady of my Blood,” he replied.
“What does t-that mean, e-exactly?”
He looked at her.
“It is the proper title of the official mate of the Bloodlord. It is one of great respect.”
Verena nodded that she understood and stepped forward. She looked at the auburn haired woman. She cried as she laid half naked on the grassy ground. She sniffed into her arms. She didn’t feel sorry for her at all. Not one bit.
“We need to question her. Find out who send them here.”
The Warg nodded.
“I’ll keep an eye on her during our journey,” he said looking down at the woman. “If she tries to run, I’ll fuck her until she gets the point.”
The crying woman looked up. Her eyes was filled with tears and her cheeks was wet. She held her broken arm carefully with her right arm.
“M-mercy,” she begged. “I-I won’t t-try a-an-any-anything. I p-pro-promise.”
“Don’t look at me,” Verena shrugged and turned her head away. “He’s your master.”
The woman sniffed and look at the Warg who had just violated her. She sniffed.
“P-please.”
He smirked grimly at her.
“Get up. We’re leaving. If you listen to my every word. I won’t fuck you. Too often.”
She slowly started getting up on her feet. Her body was trembling in fear. This was supposed to be easy. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.
A battle cry interrupted them. The Warg turned to face three mercenaries charging him. One was a tanned human, one Drakken and the third and last was a Baeschi. A create that was half man and half snake. He slithered quickly towards the Warg with two steel maces in hand. His lower body was that of a large snake while his upper body was that of a human. His body was covered in light green scales. His snake tongue left his mouth as he growled. His head was that of a regular cobra snake. His yellow eyes was glaring at the Warg and the bodies of his comrades, including the obviously violated human female. The Baeschi male was 9.8 feet tall. Rising over the Warg with 1.4 feet.
The Drakken’s Desert steel sword was blocked by the Warg male’s own bone handled blade. He stepped back and attacked again. The Warg blocked him and kicked him twice in the chest. The human attacked, his spear pointed at the Warg’s gut. He leaped out of the way and cut the spear in two. He decapitated the human in one motion. Both the body and the head fell to the ground with a thud in the grass.
“Die!” The Baeschi seethed.
The Warg blocked him, barely.
“The bone on my blade belongs to your kind!” The Warg growled menacingly. “I’ll make a new axe with yours.”
The Drakken took the opportunity to attack. He managed to jab the orange Desert steel sword into his side. The Warg howled in pain. Verena stumbled backwards in fear. She glanced at the human woman. She remained on the ground. She didn’t dare to move. She didn’t want to risk being raped again if the Warg proved victorious.
The Baeschi used its tail to trip the Warg up, getting him to lose his footing. He then brought both maces to bare on him. He cracked bones, smashed flesh and splattered blood. The Warg collapsed down to the ground.
The Drakken turned to Verena. The Baeschi turned his own attention to the crying and shivering human female and slithered over. He bent over beside her and placed a scaled hand on her back.
“Are you, okay, Tyra?” He asked with a very soft and gentle voice. “My friend. Did they hurt you?”
She nodded slowly.
“M-my a-arm…” she stuttered.
“He has paid for it. I swear it.” He looked down to her naked legs and ass. “He paid for everything. Everything.”
The Drakken approached Verena quickly.
“Before we do what we’re paid for, I’m going to do to do, what your Warg did to Tyra.” His eyes was narrowed on her own orange eyes.
Light footsteps approached. A light figure jumped at the Baeschi and stuck his scaly back with two slightly curved blades. He cried out and collapsed beside the woman he had comforted. She screamed in fear and closed her eyes.
The Drakken turned around to face the assailant. It turned out to be a young woman. A human woman. She had quite dark skin and raven hair in a ponytail. She had a pair of dark brown determined eyes. Her hands gripped two curved Orchmar Dark green and black blades. She was dressed in black tight clothes. A shirt with long sleeves and a small cleavage and black pants.
She started running towards the orange scaled Drakken. The ten feet horned warrior counter charged. His blade raised for a killing blow. She quickly dodged him blade and jabbed her blades into his side and neck, after getting in behind him. She was fast and quick on her feet, extremely so. The Drakken collapsed, dead.
The woman attached her swords to her back again and looked over at the half naked female on the ground. She was still lying perfectly and obediently still. Then she walked towards Verena.
“You safe,” she said.
Verena swallowed hard to calm down.
“I-I…thank you so much,” she fell to her knees of exhaustion.
The woman quickly reacted and caught her before her knees even hit the ground. Verena was shock at how fast she was. She sat by her side, carefully holding her.
Verena looked at her.
“You saved my life. I won’t forget that. Never.” She looked over at the dead Drakken and Baeschi. “I-I’ve never seen anything like that before. Y-you’re a-amazing.”
The dark skinned woman bowed her head honorably.
“Service.”
Verena looked confused. The woman let her go gently and kneeled in front of her. She went down low, letting her face almost kiss the ground.
“You service.”
Verena realized what she must mean.
“Y-you want to serve me? That’s what you’re saying?”
The woman sat up on her knees and nodded.
“Service. My life. Yours.”
Verena had so many questions. Like, why? Who she was? Why she would want to serve her? They had just met. Was it a coincidence that she was here to save her, just at the last moment?
“I…I accept your offer. I already feel safer. Tell me. Do, you have a name, my friend?”
“Vykaria.”
Verena smiled.
“That’s beautiful.”
Then, Vykaria stood up and gripped the handles of her swords. She looked behind her down the road. Three Warg’s approached quickly on all four.
“It’s okay!” Verena assured her quickly. “They’re coming for me.”
They approached quickly and stopped in front of them, rising to two legs. They had killed the ambushers back at the first site.
“Are you alright, lady of blood?” The captain asked.
Verena stepped forward and put a hand on Vykaria’s shoulder.
“Thanks to Vykaria.”
The captain breathed out. He looked over to the dead warrior.
“He fought bravely. I would be dead without him as well.”
The Warg captain nodded.
“He was a good warrior,” he said. His eyes swiftly stopped on the woman on the ground. She had stopped crying and looked at them. She was utterly terrified. “She’s one of them?”
“Yes,” Verena answered. “He claimed her before he fell. It would only be right if one of you claimed her in his honor and to his memory.”
The Warg’s nodded in agreement. The captain walked towards her and her eyes widened further.
“No, no please!” She cried out. She turned to Verena with pleading, horrified eyes. Locking her light grey with ones her orange eyes. “I beg you don’t. I didn’t try to escape. I never tried, I just laid here obediently. I’m obeying!”
“Then obey and lift your ass,” the captain scoffed. He grabbed her hips and raised her ass into the air.
“No, no wait, I beg you!” She screamed. “Don’t let them rape me again. I beg you! I’ll tell you want to know about the ambush! Everything!”
Verena slowly raised her hand.
“Wait.”
Tyra, as the woman had been called by her now dead comrades, froze. She felt the Warg’s manhood press against her vagina as he stopped. He didn’t protest, simply stopped as he was told.
Tyra looked at Verena as tears started streaming again.
“You will be my slave. My property,” Verena started in a dark and hard tone. “You will obey my every order or every Warg in the camp will share you. Understand?”
Tyra nodded swiftly.
“Yes, yes I understand! I can be a good slave! Please forgive me! Forgive me for attacking you!”
Verena looked at the calm captain.
“Leave her be.”
He nodded and rose.
“We should get moving. We have to meet Bloodlord Kashk and inform him of what happened. I’ll send one of my men ahead while we travel on foot.”
Verena nodded. She looked to Tyra.
“Get up.”
She scrambled to stand up, ignoring the pain in her broken left arm. She ran up to Verena and stood obediently at her side.751Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6pA3YHaym
