When spells go wrong...
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+A through F › Dungeons & Dragons
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
11,251
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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When spells go wrong...
Please go easy on me with this fic… I haven’t written for years, and nothing sexual at all. All this is a bit new to me.
I’ve put this in the Dungeons and Dragons section because it is very loosely based on it. This particular story was based on a roleplay me and my friend did… I have full permission from him to use it. He has played D&D, although I haven’t…
However, the white creature in this chapter is my creation. Next chapter you will find out more…
Anyway, this chapter contains beastiality (kind of, though I classed it as both anthro and beast, just in case)
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Blood dripped onto the stone floor from a dark altar, the figure sprawled on it was an elf. Her eyes were wide and bulging, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. But the most obvious clue that she was dead was the long knife sticking in her chest.
The dark figure next to the altar gave a satisfied smirk. Her name was Drachnin. She was dressed in leather and she had an old book open in her arms. She was too engrossed in the book, too worried about the magic spell, to notice she was being watched.
Something pure white was peeking around the doorway. It looked both confused and angry as it stepped into the room, its furry feet silencing its footsteps. It was a creature of some sort, humanoid, although about 9 foot tall. Drachnin- a drow- had just started to recite the spell, but the creature pushed her roughly aside, seeming more preoccupied with the dead elf.
Drachnin was still muttering the spell and the altar cracked suddenly with a loud crunching noise, green goo oozing out of it.
It had all gone wrong.
The creature dragged the elf off the altar hurriedly and laid her on the floor, pulling the knife from her chest, its hands glowing as it attempted to revive her.
The goo moved towards Drachnin, where she was slumped against the wall. It covered her body and, like acid, it melted her clothes away, although leaving her flesh unmarked. Then it started to force its way into her body through various orifices. Even the loud panting and moaning of the drow could not distract the creature, which was still trying to revive the dead elf. Shaking its head it gave a sad sigh. “why did you do this?” it spoke in a surprisingly gentle voice, not looking up from the still body.
Drachnin, although shocked at its ability to talk, didn’t speak. Her belly, which had inflated with the goo forcing its way in her, was now slowly starting to flatten. Her mind was clouded with inexplicable lust. She was staring at the creature, which had now sat down a short distance away from her. She could smell its scent, and very much wanted to see what was under the ragged loincloth it was wearing. A tiny part of her inside her head screamed at her to come to her senses, but it was too late. She moved closer to him, her lust filling the air with her scent.
The creature could smell her scent, but it was still angry at her. But maybe it wasn’t her fault she was dead, or maybe she was attacked? The scent had got into his mind, forcing him into believing these feeble excuses. His mind became more and more occupied on the drow in front of him, and the smell… His anger fading, he looked down at the drow, who was leaning up to kiss him. He let her. It wasn’t often he got to mate, the females often wanting the larger, stronger males to father their cubs. There was obviously something wrong with this female. But she didn’t seem like she was in pain…
The female now straddled his lap. He could see her much clearer now. Her nipples were hard, rock hard, although it wasn’t particularly cold in the room. And her pussy was dripping, a small damp puddle was forming on his loincloth, over the growing bulge. He reached down with a large paw and stroked her pussy, happy at her favorable response.
The tiny part in her mind screamed at her again, telling her this was wrong. But her body was being driven by her lust, and there were no male drow around to help, so this… thing would have to do. And he seemed to now what he was doing. He was rather gentler than she expected. Almost human, she thought. And his expression was very gentle and friendly. His fingers were working her clit carefully, hitting all the right spots, making her moan. Something under that loincloth of his was now pressing against her dripping entrance. She grinned and whipped it away. The sight shocked her.
His cock was hard, very hard, the once pale skin was now red and throbbing. And it was big, much bigger than she expected. It was almost two foot in length! She decided, reluctantly, to let this creature play with her a bit before even attempting to fit that inside her.
The creature saw her shocked expression and smiled, slipping one of his thick fingers into her “do you want to stop already?”
She shook her head quickly, not taking her eyes off the huge cock. She was growing more and more impatient, until she could take no more. She pulled his hand away from her slit, then plunged herself down on his cock.
She screamed. The pain, the pain was unbearable. She saw the concerned look on the creatures face as her eyes streamed with tears, but nonetheless carried on lowering herself onto the cock. Her mind started to scream at her again, but now… it was beyond her control. The pain was starting to fade. She gave the creature a reassuring smile and started to ride the large cock. The creature bucked into her gently, his hands on her hips to steady her. He knew he would cum quickly… The tightness of her pussy massaged his cock wonderfully. His panting grew louder as she started to go faster, her head throwing back as she howled, her pussy gushing its juices over his cock.
With a growl of animalistic lust, the creature pushed her tired body onto its hands and knees. He got to his knees, grabbing her hips and pounding into her once again. Part of him wondered why this wasn’t hurting her, how she could take his cock, but his concern was overridden by his need to pump his seed in this drow’s womb. His body moved frantically, spurred on by the drow’s screams of pleasure as his thick shaft banged into her.
Panting hard, he suddenly pulled her back roughly as his seed flooded her womb. The abused drow slumped forward, a satisfied grin on her face as she lay on the stone floor breathing heavily. Through his waves of exhaustion and satisfaction, the creature noticed something very odd. Instead of dribbling out of her stretched pussy, his semen had stayed in her womb. Her belly was very slightly swollen.
Before he could mention this to her, she had pushed herself to her knees and was crawling towards him again. The look in her eye told him she wasn’t quite satisfied yet. She wrapped a hand around his now limp cock, stroking it and trying desperately to make it hard. The creature pushed her hand away.
“It will not work. I am tired.” He sighed “I am sorry. But I know who could help you…” He stood up, grabbing his tattered loincloth.
“Who?” she asked him, watching as he tied the loincloth around his waist.
“I will take you there.” He scooped her up into his arms, carrying her from the chamber. There was a long dark corridor to walk along, ending in steps leading up above ground.
Up towards the surface…
I hope that wasn’t TOO bad… Please review! Next chapter shortly!
I’ve put this in the Dungeons and Dragons section because it is very loosely based on it. This particular story was based on a roleplay me and my friend did… I have full permission from him to use it. He has played D&D, although I haven’t…
However, the white creature in this chapter is my creation. Next chapter you will find out more…
Anyway, this chapter contains beastiality (kind of, though I classed it as both anthro and beast, just in case)
~~~
Blood dripped onto the stone floor from a dark altar, the figure sprawled on it was an elf. Her eyes were wide and bulging, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. But the most obvious clue that she was dead was the long knife sticking in her chest.
The dark figure next to the altar gave a satisfied smirk. Her name was Drachnin. She was dressed in leather and she had an old book open in her arms. She was too engrossed in the book, too worried about the magic spell, to notice she was being watched.
Something pure white was peeking around the doorway. It looked both confused and angry as it stepped into the room, its furry feet silencing its footsteps. It was a creature of some sort, humanoid, although about 9 foot tall. Drachnin- a drow- had just started to recite the spell, but the creature pushed her roughly aside, seeming more preoccupied with the dead elf.
Drachnin was still muttering the spell and the altar cracked suddenly with a loud crunching noise, green goo oozing out of it.
It had all gone wrong.
The creature dragged the elf off the altar hurriedly and laid her on the floor, pulling the knife from her chest, its hands glowing as it attempted to revive her.
The goo moved towards Drachnin, where she was slumped against the wall. It covered her body and, like acid, it melted her clothes away, although leaving her flesh unmarked. Then it started to force its way into her body through various orifices. Even the loud panting and moaning of the drow could not distract the creature, which was still trying to revive the dead elf. Shaking its head it gave a sad sigh. “why did you do this?” it spoke in a surprisingly gentle voice, not looking up from the still body.
Drachnin, although shocked at its ability to talk, didn’t speak. Her belly, which had inflated with the goo forcing its way in her, was now slowly starting to flatten. Her mind was clouded with inexplicable lust. She was staring at the creature, which had now sat down a short distance away from her. She could smell its scent, and very much wanted to see what was under the ragged loincloth it was wearing. A tiny part of her inside her head screamed at her to come to her senses, but it was too late. She moved closer to him, her lust filling the air with her scent.
The creature could smell her scent, but it was still angry at her. But maybe it wasn’t her fault she was dead, or maybe she was attacked? The scent had got into his mind, forcing him into believing these feeble excuses. His mind became more and more occupied on the drow in front of him, and the smell… His anger fading, he looked down at the drow, who was leaning up to kiss him. He let her. It wasn’t often he got to mate, the females often wanting the larger, stronger males to father their cubs. There was obviously something wrong with this female. But she didn’t seem like she was in pain…
The female now straddled his lap. He could see her much clearer now. Her nipples were hard, rock hard, although it wasn’t particularly cold in the room. And her pussy was dripping, a small damp puddle was forming on his loincloth, over the growing bulge. He reached down with a large paw and stroked her pussy, happy at her favorable response.
The tiny part in her mind screamed at her again, telling her this was wrong. But her body was being driven by her lust, and there were no male drow around to help, so this… thing would have to do. And he seemed to now what he was doing. He was rather gentler than she expected. Almost human, she thought. And his expression was very gentle and friendly. His fingers were working her clit carefully, hitting all the right spots, making her moan. Something under that loincloth of his was now pressing against her dripping entrance. She grinned and whipped it away. The sight shocked her.
His cock was hard, very hard, the once pale skin was now red and throbbing. And it was big, much bigger than she expected. It was almost two foot in length! She decided, reluctantly, to let this creature play with her a bit before even attempting to fit that inside her.
The creature saw her shocked expression and smiled, slipping one of his thick fingers into her “do you want to stop already?”
She shook her head quickly, not taking her eyes off the huge cock. She was growing more and more impatient, until she could take no more. She pulled his hand away from her slit, then plunged herself down on his cock.
She screamed. The pain, the pain was unbearable. She saw the concerned look on the creatures face as her eyes streamed with tears, but nonetheless carried on lowering herself onto the cock. Her mind started to scream at her again, but now… it was beyond her control. The pain was starting to fade. She gave the creature a reassuring smile and started to ride the large cock. The creature bucked into her gently, his hands on her hips to steady her. He knew he would cum quickly… The tightness of her pussy massaged his cock wonderfully. His panting grew louder as she started to go faster, her head throwing back as she howled, her pussy gushing its juices over his cock.
With a growl of animalistic lust, the creature pushed her tired body onto its hands and knees. He got to his knees, grabbing her hips and pounding into her once again. Part of him wondered why this wasn’t hurting her, how she could take his cock, but his concern was overridden by his need to pump his seed in this drow’s womb. His body moved frantically, spurred on by the drow’s screams of pleasure as his thick shaft banged into her.
Panting hard, he suddenly pulled her back roughly as his seed flooded her womb. The abused drow slumped forward, a satisfied grin on her face as she lay on the stone floor breathing heavily. Through his waves of exhaustion and satisfaction, the creature noticed something very odd. Instead of dribbling out of her stretched pussy, his semen had stayed in her womb. Her belly was very slightly swollen.
Before he could mention this to her, she had pushed herself to her knees and was crawling towards him again. The look in her eye told him she wasn’t quite satisfied yet. She wrapped a hand around his now limp cock, stroking it and trying desperately to make it hard. The creature pushed her hand away.
“It will not work. I am tired.” He sighed “I am sorry. But I know who could help you…” He stood up, grabbing his tattered loincloth.
“Who?” she asked him, watching as he tied the loincloth around his waist.
“I will take you there.” He scooped her up into his arms, carrying her from the chamber. There was a long dark corridor to walk along, ending in steps leading up above ground.
Up towards the surface…
I hope that wasn’t TOO bad… Please review! Next chapter shortly!