Legends of Belariath
Celesia
The Land Of Warenne 4
Celesia bolted straight up in bed, the sheet spilling off her gorgeous form, reveling her smooth skin, inch by inch, floating over her firm, round breasts as it puddled in her lap. Her long blonde hair dangled against her firm back, as she tried to shake the sleep from her mind. Turning her glaze toward the window, she realized the commotion outside had awakened her.
Swinging her legs quickly out of bed, she bolted over to the window to see what was happening. She peered out, quickly scanning the crowd, spotting Danielle’s parents as the center of attention, but even as she strained to hear, there were too many mixed conversations going on atop Danielle’s mother’s wailings to hear.
Finally spotting her father making his way through the crowd, Celesia’s curiosity could no longer be held. She quickly grabbed the purple toga from the floor, draping it across her body; she was still fastening the shoulder clasp as she made her way, barefooted, to her father’s side.
Seeing the worried look on his face, she grabbed his arm tightly, squeezing as she asked, “Father, what is happening?”
Gygax turned to her as he felt her hand encircle his arm, he features softening as he gazed into his daughter’s face, gently touching her cheek with the back of his hand as he replied, “Celesia, my beautiful little girl, please go back to your room, don’t involve yourself in this. Let the men handle it.”
“In what?” she cried out, feeling fear streak up her back, the little hairs on her neck prickling as she already knew in the pit of her stomach. “Danielle’s missing” he whispered, and she replied before he could say another word, “And you think… you think”, she stammered, “the demon flyers are.. back.”
We’re not sure, darling,” sighing deeply as he continued, “She never came back from her bath it appears. She was not in her domain this morning when her parents awoke and the hunters found her clothing by the stream with no sign of her or a struggle.”
Tears sprang to Celesia’s eyes as she pictured Danielle in her mind, only 17 years old, long flowing red hair framing her beautiful face, piercing green eyes always smiling. Turning to look to catch her father’s eyes she asked, “What are we going to do father?”
Her Father’s features hardened as he nearly hissed at her, “WE aren’t going to do anything, just get those thoughts right out of your head young lady. A band of hunters and I are going to look for her. You are going to stay here where it is safe.” Knowing she would argue, he removed her hand from his arm, gave her a hard, stern, warning look before walking over to the group of gathering men.
Celesia went back to her room and dressed.
Danielle’s parents settled into bed soon after the nightfall meal. She kissed them goodnight and told them she was going to run down to the stream for a quick bath. Her parents sleepily told her to be careful and hurry back as they drifted off to sleep.
She skipped off toward the stream, thinking of how refreshed she’d feel after a cool wash after the hot, hard day of chores today. Her long, red hair whipped around her legs, as she hurried toward the deep pool of water in the stream.
The moonlight glistened off the rippling water almost with a blinding affect as Danielle came to the clearing, twisting her hair up into a tight bun, she released the shoulder clasp holding the shimmering blue material draping her petite form, letting the gentle breeze blow it from her. She closed her eyes as the feather light material slowly drifted from her firm body, tickling her skin as it landed on the ground.
She raised her arms above her head, clasping her hands together, arching her back as she stretched her tired, aching muscles. Her ample breasts bounced against her chest as she dropped her arms to her side and walked to the water’s edge.
Almost dreading the cold temperature of the stream, she stood there for a few minutes watching the moonlight dance across the moving water. She shivered as she eased into the cool water, knowing, as her nipples hardened into tight buds from the coolness, it would have been better to just jump in, but she didn’t want to get her hair wet this late in the evening. She was too tired to wait on it to dry.
Danielle clasped her arms over her chest as she bobbed up & down in the creek, trying to adjust to the cool temperature, goose bumps trailing over her body as the water lapped against her. She squealed and jumped as she felt a fish brush against her leg, her laughter floating through the night air. Totally unaware that she wasn’t alone.
Coe cocked his head to the side at the sounds of water slashing, not having any luck hunting for game, he decided to see what sort of animal had made it to the water. His eyes narrowed as he spied the human female, he had heard stories about them, but never seen one before. He quietly eased closer to the waters edge, staying hidden in the shadows, to get a better view. He drank in the sight of the human, with the hair the color of fire, her skin was a smooth pale color compared to his rough black leathery exterior. Her form was similar to that of their own females except each of her fingers were defined, instead of these webbed talons he sported. He slowly eased forward as he watched her gracefully move about the water, totally engrossed in her, he didn’t see the huge stone teetering on the edge of the stream till he knocked it in the water. He stood frozen by the creeks edge, hoping the sound was lost in the rippling water, but realized as she stopped in mid-stride, looking about the scenery, she had heard him.
Danielle froze as she heard the loud splash, knowing it was too loud to be a fish, she slowly scanned the banks as she turned around. Her eyes widened as she spied Coe standing there, frozen by the sheer terror of his sight. She just stood in the water and stared for what seemed to be the longest time before drawing her lungs full of air and screaming.
The loud shrill coming from the human scared Coe, he glanced about quickly, waiting for the other humans to come running and without thinking, spread his wings, taking to flight. Sinking his claws deep into the girl’s shoulders as he flew over her, jerking her screaming form from the water.
Danielle grabbed hold of the creatures ankles, terrified of being dropped, his claws cutting deep into her tender shoulders, streaks of blood streaming down her chest and back, her screams propelling Coe to fly faster. He spotted a large ledge in the distance and headed toward it, knowing the height would put him safe from the other humans, even though the distance had already done that.
Coe hovered over the ledge, easing her to the rock floor before releasing her and softly landing. His 7’ stature towered over her petite 5’3” frame, neatly folding his wings against his back as he walked toward her. Her eyes widened in fear as she shrank back from him, covering her breasts as best she could with her arms, she turned her left knee over her right as she tilted her hips, trying to hide her sex from his roving eyes. Shaking her head from side to side, in a 'no' fashion, her long, red hair spilling across her shoulders and down her back, mingling with the blood seeping from the wounds at her shoulders, tears welling in her eyes as she pleaded with the creature.
Coe continued walking toward her, his eyes locked upon hers as she backed away from him, until her back bounced against the hard, stone wall. The sharp jabs to her soft skin broke the terror spell holding her as she began to scream. He just cocked his head to the side as she screamed, listening to the strange sounds emitting from her mouth, but the arousing aroma of her blood was awakening his desire, his breathing was becoming ragged as he leaned in to inhale her fragrance.
Danielle cringed from him; trying to draw back but had nowhere to go, with the beast in front of her, the stone wall at her back. The tears were flowing down her cheeks as she wailed her pleads to him, but to no avail as the creature leaned in and snaked his tongue out, raking it through the flow of blood running down her chest.
As his tongue made contact with her skin, she jumped and screamed, startling him into taking a step backward.
Danielle began pounding at the creature with her tiny fists, flailing her hair about her like a whirlwind as she shook her head. Coe easily caught her hands in his, raising her arms above her head, thrusting her perky breasts upward as he pressed his body against hers, shoving her back against the stone wall once more. He held both of her tiny wrists in one powerful grip as he dipped his head toward her once more, slowly licking the blood from her left shoulder, savoring her sweet taste as he ran his claws lightly over her right breast, kneading her tender flesh. His body reacting naturally to the taste of her blood, his cock beginning to harden under his loincloth, tenting the material as he pressed against her.
Danielle screamed in his ear as she felt his hardening cock pressing against her taunt belly, startling the creature once more. Annoyed at the sounds coming from this female’s mouth, he covered her mouth with his free hand, shutting off the wailing noise escaping from her lips, unbeknown to him, also cutting off her air supply. She thrashed against him, trying to tug her wrists from his grasp, move his hand from her mouth as her breasts bounced from the heavy heaving of her chest as she tried to suck air into her lungs. But his hand continued to block her source for air as her eyes widened in terror and her lungs began to burn. Her eyelids began to flutter as she started becoming lightheaded, the world around her going dark as a buzz roared in her head, her eyelids flittering shut as she went limp in his grasp.
Coe jerked his hands back from her, fearful he had killed her, watching her form crumble to the ledge floor. She sucked in deep gasps of air as she collapsed at his feet, striking her head against the stony wall, knocking her unconscious.
Coe knelt down beside her and noticed the slow rhythmic rise and fall of her chest and knew she wasn’t dead, yet anyway, but there was a small stream of blood coming from the laceration on the back of her head.
Coe rolled her over spread eagle in front of him; her long red hair fanning across the ledge, her long blonde lashes spread against her moon kissed cheeks. Her prominent collarbones making crests across her shoulders, the firm, round globes slowly rising and falling with her respirations, her pink nipples teasingly pointed upward. The ridges of her abdomen muscles visible across her taunt belly, a little trail of blonde fur trailing down from her bellybutton to the fiery bush between her legs.
Coe cupped her breasts with his webbed fingered hands, squeezing gently, careful to keep his claws from cutting her tender skin as he kneaded her fleshy mounds, enjoying her soft feel versus the leathery feel of his own females. He snaked his tongue around one of her tiny pink nipples, teasing the tightening bud with his tongue as his hands roamed her body. His claw tipped fingers dipping between her legs, gently teasing the folds of her sex as he moved his tongue along her body, licking the salt from her skin.
He gently spread open her nether lips, propelling her clit upward as he traced the tip of a claw across her young sex, flicking across her clit, startled as a soft moan escaped her lips. He continued to tease her clit, flicking a claw tip lightly across it, listening to the soft moans purring from her throat as her hips withered against the rocks ledge in her unconscious state.
Coe replaced his claw with his tongue, continuing to assault her clit as he held her lips spread open with one hand. He began to slowly insert a finger into her vagina, feeling her tight muscles squeeze against his finger as he slide it in and out.
Danielle withered under his touch as the soft moans poured from her full red lips, in her unconscious state, her mind had blocked the horrors of the beast attacking her and replaced him with the images of Hamon, her tall, handsome suitor. Her body was responding to the budding desires the creature was awakening within her, her juices coating the beast’s claw-tipped finger as he pumped it within her tight cunt.
Coe eased a second finger into her velvety sheath, then a third, spreading the girls tight inner lips to accommodate his finger, his monstrous cock dangling between his legs, throbbing in a hot ache to invade the girls tight depths as his tail swished frantically against the rock ledge.
He couldn’t stand it anymore, the desires consuming him as his rock hard shaft throbbed, sitting back on his haunches, he picked the girls legs up, dragging her toward him as he tilted her hips upward, her pussy glistening in it’s dampness as he pulled her toward his cock.
The tip of his huge phallus rested against her tiny hole as he cupped his hands under her buttocks and in one hard thrust, shoved her hips to him as he impaled his shaft deep within her. The searing pain rushed through Danielle, ripping her from her unconsciousness as she screamed. Coe continued to press deeper into her lubricated canal, spreading her, stretching her almost to the point of ripping her tender flesh.
Danielle began to kick her legs, pressing the palms of her hands against his chest as he leaned over her, pinning her down but yet tilting her hips upward, his tail teasing at the puckered opening of her ass. Her screams wailed through the air as she stared wide eyed at the beast who had just ripped her virginity from her as he rocked back and forth above her, ramming his thick shaft deep into her virginal canal. Feeling the tip of his tail pressing against her anus as she screamed her protests into the wind.
Coe pressed the palms of his hands against her shoulders, holding her down under him as the heels of her feet beat against his back, pumping hard against the girl as he ground his cock deep within her smooth folds, her tightness squeezing against his massive cock as he plunged deeply into her depths, raking painfully over her cervix, tapping the opening to her uterus as he slipped the tip of his barbed tail inside the tight sphincter muscle, pushing his tail deep into her bowels.
Danielle thrashed her head from side to side as the tears poured over her lashes, streaming down the corners of her eyes as she screamed, raking her fingernails against his leathery hide as she felt his cock begin to expand inside her, stretching her. She lashed her hips as much as possible, as his tail slithered deeply within her anal canal, painfully fighting against the invasion on her ass.
Coe pistoned his tail in and out of her ass as his cock began to swell within her tight depths, his orgasm nearing as he continued to plunge into her.
Danielle’s screams reached a higher pitch as she felt her tender sex began to tear, unable to accommodate the huge phallus pummeling her unmercifully, fearing he was going to kill her if he continued this assault. But just as that thought flashed through her head, Coe shoved his cock fully into her tight depths as he threw back his head, releasing a rumbling, roar from deep within his chest, his thick shaft rippled within her as his seed exploded deep into her uterus, his tail withering deep within her ass as his cock spasmed within her. He slowly thrust his hips, letting her tightness squeeze around him, milking him for every drop of his seed.
Danielle lay sobbing underneath him; she felt his cock began to slowly recede in size as his orgasm ebbed, his thrusting trailing off as he pumped the last of his seed within her. She whimpered loudly as he slipped the tail roughly from her ass, too spent to scream anymore, just glad she lived through it, hoping he would now leave her. She could have sworn she saw a smile flirt across his face as he pulled his cock from her.
Coe looked at the tear stained face of his victim, watching the grimace flash across her features as he slipped his tail roughly from her tender ass, then his cock from her lithe little form, feeling her muscles cling to him as he pulled free of her. Wishing he had more time to explore this human female but knowing he was pressing his luck, he sat back on his haunches and slowly rose as Danielle raised herself up on her elbows and began to scoot backwards from him on the ledge. He stretched deeply as he began to expand his wings, flapping them a couple of time as he bent his knees and pushed off. As he hovered over her, he shot a foot out, grabbing her by the hair as he lifted her flailing, screaming body from the ledge and carried her to the ground below. Dropping her there, he flew off into the night sky.
The clansmen found Danielle in the spot Coe left her, curled up in a fetal position sobbing. One of the men removed his cloak and gently wrapped it around her, before carefully picking her up and carrying her back to the village.
Celesia watched them from her hiding spot just in the edge of the woods, a bit upstream from them. Hoping Danielle would be alright, mentally making a note to spend more time with her once she, herself returned to the village. Right now, she had a monster to track.
Gygax rushed to Celesia’s chambers to inform her of Danielle’s return, calling her name as he as opened the door to her quarters. His eyes quickly scanned the room for her, noting her pallet unmade, her toga in the floor, her body armor and broadsword missing. He stormed from her chambers bellowing her name …. CELESIA!!!!!