Erotic Desirez (original) (raw)

my first attempt at writing.. the second part should be soon enough it this is liked..

“Give me a nightmare ale.” I told the wench to fetch for me. I could not help but notice how her curves drawn my eyes away from the other patrons. Her smooth curves rounding her waist as they followed up to her body and around her unhidden cleavage. “My thanks,” I replied as she brought me my ale and dropped a gold coin down her blouse, “for a tip.” I barely missed her hand coming across my face and I noticed her smile as she walked from me. My eyes turned back to the other patrons with me in the bar. An old drunken dwarf in the corner that looks to be past his prime and the sluts that seem to be working harder than ever to make a wage in these hard times. But I am here for a different reason. I was contacted 3 days ago to meet here for a job, and in these times, that is just something you don’t turn down without reason. My ass has been plastered to this chair, waiting for the one I am supposed to meet, though I was not told what to look for, only that she will know me. Though today has been a bit different. A very cold chill has been hanging in the air and has made me nervous. Even the barkeep has been acting odd, something has scared him. I take another draw of my ale has a lone figure enters through the door. Judging from the size and dress, she was a young elf, no more than a hundred years old. I watched her very closely as she took a seat at the bar. After a few words, she handed a small bag that I assume was filled with gold as the barkeep whispered something into her ear. I did not have time to judge her reaction as several heavy set figures entered shortly after. My hand slowly reached for my trusted staff as I knew something was wrong with this setup. The young elf turned to them and drew her sword, knowing full well she stood no chance in wining, looked for a quick escape.
“Now, Now..” I spoke calmly as I stepped between the elf and the several figures, “that is no way to treat a lady such as this.” I smiled as a simple dagger was thrown at my head and easily caught. “Alright, I will make sure to prey at your grave.” I boasted as I dropped the dagger to the floor and looked towards them. “Who is first,” as one of the cloaked figures charged, sward drawn towards me, “you first.” He was skilled though inexperienced in a close quarters fight as his blade was quickly disarmed form him. “You should have spent more time training.” as my clawed hand grabs his throat and rips it from his body, not even letting him scream as he fell to the floor with a muffled gurgle. My eyes never leaving this wanting group of armor clad figures, “That was fun, now, which one of you is next.” Deciding to waste no time, the remaining 6 charged headlong at me. Sword and staff clashed in a flurry of strikes and counters. Thrust after thrust of their swards meet with defeat. I was in no better of a position with the length of my staff hampered by area. “HERE!!” I yelled to the elf as I tossed my staff to her. I tossed my cloak into the face of the nearest foe, drawing his attention long enough for my hand to pierce through his chest and out his back. I ripped his body in two to remove my hand from his bleeding torso. His blood covered me as his torn body fell to the floor with a loud thud. A grim smile comes to my face as I feel the blood work its way into my gloves. “Now the fun begins.” I chuckle when I turn to face the remaining 5. “You really should have ran.” were the last words the nearest figure could hear when his head fell from his body. I gripped the thrusting blade of another then tore his arm off in a fit of defiance. The blade soon found home deep into its owners belly. I moved towards the remaing few with a lust of blood deep within my eyes, feeding off the fear in theirs. Two bravely turn to face me as the third ran out of the bar. They put up a decent fight, yet their bodies feel like the rest. I quickly stepped out of the bar to seek the fleeing third, but there was no sign or tracks as the rain has washed them away.
After spending several hours cleaning up inside the bar, I took note of the current occupants. The old dwarf was taken out by a stray sword thrust and the barkeep was tossed out with the rest of the bodies. Only the sluts and the young elf were still alive. The sluts were still cowering in the corner, so I turned my eyes to the elf. I kicked a chair over to her and motioned for her to sit. "What did they want from you." I asked the young lass. She remained perfectly silent. She opened her cloak and pulled out a scroll with a wax seal. The seal was what I was waiting for, my instructions were inside it. My jaw drops and I roar with laughter as one word explains it all.. babysitter. "All this damn trouble and I am supposed to watch some little elf maiden. Now that’s an insult." I read further down the parchment to see the destination. "I see why you need an escort, the path to Nightshade Keep. It is quite the distance and not a trek to be taken lightly. And it will not be tonight, we shall seek it out in the morning."
I take a slow scan over the ledger and choose a room for her to bed in. There were no windows and the only in or out was the door. "Bolt the door tight and keep that sword of yours handy." I informed her as I nudged her inside and closed the door. I told the sluts still shocked by the events that I was no slaver and had no interest in this bar. "This place is all yours when I leave at the dawn." I travel further down the hall, listening to the echo of the new owners celebrating. I make a right and find myself into the bath house. "Yeah, why not. I could use one" as I closed the door behind me. I restarted the fire and drew some fresh water into the wooden tub. Tossed my cloak aside and removed my boots and greaves. My shirt was next followed by the rest of my clothing. I slowly stepped into the hot water and settled into a comfortable position. "Another day, another notch on my blade." I turn to the door to notice it creek open. Quickly grabbing a rune, waiting for the door to open fully. After seeing part of the slender figure enter, I set the rune back down and relaxed back into the water. "You should be more careful when entering, young lady. I nearly turned you into ashes." I chuckled as the door swung open to reveal the young lass I was asked to escort. "Well, what the hell do you want?" I asked in a unchanging voice. She seemed to be shaking. "Well, did you want something or not.. speak up." yet she still remained silent. "Bah, go back to your room, girl." spoken forcefully as I lowered myself deeper into the water, my arms and head still above the surface. She closed the door behind her. "What is it you are thinking?" I asked with my curpsity raised about her. She moved towards me and knelt by the tub. Eyeing the girl with increased interest as she takes me hand to bring to her cheek. "Return to your room and leave me be, girl." my voice cold and calm. Her eyes turning to me with tears in them as she stands and leaves, closing the door slowly after her.
About an hour later, as I searched the place for possible exits, I hear whimpering coming from her room. "I am coming in." announced as I open the door slowly and step in. The room was decent enough. A feather bed, a blanket or two, and a large mirror along the wall. She was wearing very little. A silk undershirt lining the curve of her breasts in the low light, bringing a wanting image to mind. Her breeches looked to made from silk as well. The fabric seeming to be drawn to her body, leaving little covered. "My apologize, m'lady, for my earlier behavior. Is there anything you wish from me before I step outside?" Her eyes looking into mine, red and bloodshot showing she has been crying. Shaking her head 'no', I turn to leave for the door. Reaching for the door, I find her arms wrapped tightly across my chest. Her body held tightly against mine. "Don’t leave me." she mumbled as her face pressed into my back. She reaches for the door and a long slow creek can be heard when it closes. The heavy bolt making a racket as it slides into the lock. "Very well, you take the bed and I will take the chair." I reply to her request. Her hands gripping tightly to my chest, whispering "Thank you." Her hands relaxing to my words. "You better get some sleep, I will keep watch." I notify her. Making my way to the chair, the sound of her silk garments falling to the floor could be heard clearly. My eyes quickly closed as I turned to sit in the chair. the resounding sound of her body moving against the cotton blankets brought about a sigh of relief. The urge to restore my sight taking my attention more than it should. Why was this girl distracting me so. There is nothing different about her, so why does she take my breath when I see her. The nights these pasts few weeks seem to be getting longer and longer.
After what seems to be hours, a low sound could be heard. Quickly moving to the to place my ear upon it. A sound so very known to me can be clearly heard. "What is it?" she asked with a tremble in her voice. "Quiet" I told her in a soft voice. "Get dressed and ready to move fast." She moved quickly to her clothes. She just finished putting on her breeches when an axe breeched the wooden door. A resounding scream came from her as another strike met upon the door. "FUCK!!.." I yelled as I stepped from the door. "What do we do. That’s the only way out." fear stricken in her voice. looking to her with a smile, "Then I will just make another one." Sweeping her off her feet and into my arms, "HOLD ON!!.." She gripped her arms tightly around me, interlocking her hands behind me. Charging towards the furthest wall from the door with a resounding roar of power and strength, colliding hard against the wall with a thundering sound. Wood splintering and shattering against me hardened and trained body. The pelted our bodies as the last wall was breeched. The sky was were as dark as ever. Quickly looking back as the door finally gives way to see a rather large and unknown elf. His ax covered in the blood of the other residents that were in the bar. He had to duck to just fit through the door. The roar of frustration he let out drowned out the thunder. Quickly I ran to the trees, the great beast of an elf following us at a hurried pace. She let out a small cry at the sight of the man. "Brother." was all she could mumble before passing out from the quick pace I set. Dawn was breaking on the horizon.
He finally lost track of us in the darkness of the night and in the falling rain. Her shivering body held close to mine. A chuckle came to me when I realized that she slept through the whole thing. A sudden warmth ran through my body and a shocking hardness from with came over me as I looked upon her. The rain and drenched her clothes and held tightly to her body. The curves of her young body drawing my sight. Hear supple breasts easily seen through the wet fabric. My head quickly turned from her when she stirred. A small smile crossed her face, she knew I was watching her. My eyes constantly searching the horizon to keep them distracted from her revealing body. How is she affecting me so. No woman in the past has ever had so much strength over me. What was her secret. "What now?" her question breaking the silence. "We continue towards the Nightshade." I responded, my voice calm after the hectic night. "Then I will need some clothes. I cant go around like this." she smirked as her body pressed against mine. A sudden rush of heat charged through my body with seemingly no end. "There is a small town about a days travel to the south. Should be able to find something there." as I looked to the west. Her arms wrapped tightly around me once again, "Then we should be off." A simple nod was all I could muster. With her in my arms and the rush of heat she sends through me, we make for the town.
The trip was easy enough. Very soon we found ourselves looking over the town from an outcropping. "Looks like they just had a caravan move through." motioning to the stacked crates along the market. Blushing slightly, I hand her my cloak to cover herself with. She accepts with a small smile and wraps it around her. "We should get going. It will be dark soon." motioning to the town then picking her up. It was not long before we reached the edge of town. Setting her down quickly, "Stay close, not sure how they will react to strangers." She quickly takes my arm and nods slowly. The people seemed more concerned with their own affairs then they did us. The place was a bustle of people and animals, bartering and trading for what they wanted. She could not help but marvel at the people. "You don’t get out much, do you?" I asked as her eyes go wide at the sight of a local fire-eating act. She simply nods, not letting her eyes leave the act. Laughter erupts from my belly as the eater finishes his act. Something felt off about the town. There were men about, but where were all the women. My hand clasped on her shoulder, "We should hurry with our business. Stay close." She looked to me and shakes her head in agreement. Quickly looking about, we finally found the tailor's shop.
Entering, we could not help but notice we had been followed. They were not trying to hide themselves either. The shop was simple enough. A large dummy was in the corner and the walls were lined with rolls of cloth of many colors. The keeper was thin for a man, his clothes were simple but finally made. His skill from, what I could see, was very good for a town of such a small size. "What can I do for you?" he asked in a somewhat soft voice. I motioned to the young elf, "We need some traveling clothes made for the young lass here. And do hurry with them." He walked over to my ward and began to measure her. She giggled slightly as he checked the length of her arm. He proceed into the back room for a moment. She looked to me once he was gone, "Did you see them?" A simple nod was my response. "What should we do?" her eyes filled with worry. "We wait for them to make the first move." I replied. My head snapping to the rear door as the tailor steps in, holding a set of fine clothing. "They will do fine. Here, your payment." tossing a small pouch of gold onto his counter. She took the clothes with a smile. She dressed behind me, using my cloak as a curtain to hide her form. The rustle of her silk undergarments hitting the floor brought about a rush of heat throughout my body. A light shade of red appearing on my cheeks. Hearing her giggle when she noticed my expression. "What?" I asked her. She just smiled and thanked the keeper. Motioning for the door, "We should get going." Her arm wrapping around mine, we stepped out the door. Those same three men that have been following us just stood there, with weapons drawn.
"Hand over your gold, NOW!" the young lad in the middle demanded. A deafening roar of laughter bellowed from me. "Muggers. Leave before something bad happens to you." my voice stern and disappointed they were nothing more than thieves. An angry look crossed the face of their leader, "Turn over your gold now or die!" A giggle came from my ward as my face turned grim. "You really should not have said that." uncovering my bladed gauntlet upon my arm. The youngest of the three was terrified at the sight of my most deadly weapon. "A..a..a..a.. BERSERKER!!" he screamed. A subtle grin came to my lips, "So you know. That will not save you now." Taking a single step towards them, "You may want to run now." I didn’t even have time to finish my sentence before they dropped their weapons and ran up the ally. "I wonder how they knew about me." I thought out loud. She tightened her grip on my arm. A smile crossing her lips, "My hero." she chuckled as her lips met my cheek in a soft kiss. Laughing, we headed back up the ally to the main road.
The sounds of horses and a carriage could be heard coming down the road. The towns folk heard it too. When the did, its like a mass panic came over them. Hiding in houses and buildings, anything to keep them out of sight. Three of them just entered the town. Clad in heavy armor, seeming to draw in the light around them. Their swords hanging diagonal on their back, within easy reach. Even the horses, with the added weight of the riders, were wearing a barbed armor. "Get behind me." I whispered to her as the horse riders approached. She quickly got behind me, peering out from between my arm. The riders just stood there. They made no motion to advance or withdraw. They just stood there staring at us. Our eyes never leaving each other, watching. The carriage halting behind them was all that turned their eyes from us. The carriage was black with a pair of gargoyles by the drivers. They had red rubies for eyes and their fangs shining like ivory. The drivers themselves looked human, but there was no life in their eyes. It was like they were bewitched by something.. or someone. The lead rider dismounted and proceeded to the carriage door. The door opened silently, the overwhelming smell of perfume lofted out like a great cloud. I could not hear what was being said, but the sounds of a female voice came from within the carriage. The rider approached us, "Something you want stranger?" I asked. He stood there not moving or acting. In one deft move, his hand went to his sword. Bringing his weapon down hard on me from above. The clash of his steel on my gauntlet sounded clearly through the town. She shuddered at the sound, holding tight across my body. He stopped the attack as soon as it started. His eyes looking closely over my gauntlet. Sheathing his sword, the rider made his way back to the door. "There were easier ways, if you wanted to know." spoken with a cold voice. He ignored every word. Approaching the door, it opened even wider. The smell of the perfume growing stronger in the air. "Come to me." said a sweet and beautiful voice from the carriage. My body fought against me to remain where I was. The magic contained in her voice was strong, but it did nothing to my ward. "Come." she said again, my body struggling against me. Its wanting to follow her request. My hand clenches in on itself. The pain removing her wanting voice from my mind. "You are strong to be able to resist my voice, berserker." a laugh in her voice. "I have to be in order to resist the voice of a siren. Now I know why there are only men in this town." my voice cold and unrelenting. One thought kept running through my mind, how did she know to be in this town at the very moment we were going through it.
"Maybe we should." the young lass hiding behind me commented. She pulled my arms towards the carriage door, beckoning me to join her. Slowly I moved to the door and the sickening perfume that came from within. She stepped, never letting go of my arms. The inside was padded with luxuries. Black satin pillows and fabric lined the walls and doors. The siren was laying on the front of the cabin. Her black hair pulled back over her shoulder. She was wearing very little. Her garments were nearly see-through, showing all that a man would desire. Her undeniable cleavage just sitting there, working their magic on this male's body. A hunger growing within me that has not been felt in ages. My ward sat in front of the siren's heated body, a smile on her face. "I have brought him as you have asked, my mistress." she said softly as her lips met the siren's. My heated body filled with anger, "So, this was nothing more to get me here. I must be getting lax in my old age." A laugh came from the siren in response. I moved quickly to the door, but only met the two other riders. They took the seat on each side of me. It was only at this moment did I notice they females. "Now that you have me, what do you plan on doing with me." I asked with a low growl. She smiled at me, moving her hand up the back of my former ward. "You have a very interesting past, berserker. One that could be proved fruitful with us." spoken softly as her hand reaches my former ward's hair. A gentle moan escapes my former ward's mouth.
A quick and sudden warmth shoots through my body with abandon. My body tensed at her vocal release of passion. A soft smile came to their faces at my reaction to her moan. "You do have a trigger, don’t you, berserker." the siren smirked. "Strip him." she commanded of the guards. The guards removed their armor. Their scent drawing me more into the madness. My gauntlets removed and tossed before their wanting leader. A dagger cutting down my shirt, the cold metal moving quickly over my hot skin. The remains of it torn off, showing my scarred and muscled body. The most noticeable were five lines moving from each shoulder down to just under my chest. A gasp came from the guards as their own hands traced over them. A low inhuman growl heard deep in my throat. "So its true what is said about berserkers. You don’t feel pain." the mistress commented. A slow nod was all the answer I was willing to give. "Then we will have a lot of fun with you." she smirked. "Bind him." They did as they were ordered. My hands were shackled tightly as well as my legs.
The mistress smiled and motioned for my former ward to move over to me. She did as she was commanded and knelt before me. Her hands tracing along the top of my thighs. A low growl coming freely from my mouth. Her hands tracing along my waist to the clasp of my belt. It was quickly unfastened and pulled roughly from my trousers. The cold steel of a blade moving slowly down the front of my trouser, cutting and tearing along the seam. My eyes never left the mistress. Filled with anger and lust. The mistress just smiled, her eyes watching as the last of my clothing is tossed before her. A grin coming to her face as my hardening member reaches towards my former ward. She knew what she was doing. There were a few triggers of the massive rage within. When lost in the passion of a woman, it will release. My reaction was a clear judge of it. The undeniable sound of the grinding metal shackles sounding through the enclosed space. The mistress grabbing my cheeks, planting a forceful kiss upon my lips. Her teeth biting my lower lip, drawing blood. "I am going to hav-" I did not give her time to finish as I spit the blood and saliva mix on her face. A look of playful anger crossed her face, "I will break you myself, berserker." Her hand reaching for a club. With a quick and sudden strike to my temple, she lays me out with the club. "We shall finish this at the keep." pounds on the roof of the carriage. "Take us home where we can take our time." With a jerk of motion, the carriage and riders make for the keep. My unconscious body laying on the floor of the carriage.

End Part 1