[Aeryllia, About 5 years ago.]As soon as they had arrived through the portal, Corvash went to work gifting Athena with his blood.Corvash cut her hand with his blade, then cut his own, grasping her hand with his and forcing his blood into her hand. "I will not lie. The transformation will be painful and surprising." In years to come, she would remember that this was one of the few times that he actually DIDN'T lie to her.The pain was excruciating. She first whimpered as the pain began, but as her whole body became wracked with intensive pain upon pain, she screamed in agony, falling to the ground and curling into a fetal position as every fiber of her being reeled in agony. Eventually, she passes out from the torment as her body continued to change.Her skin took on a green hue, her full breasts shrank some, but became firm and perky, and she gained severe muscle mass. Her eyes changed from a bright blue to a striking color of emerald green, and small tusks grew from the corners of
While Athena waited for those influential orcs who favored peace and unity to be located, sent for, and ordered to travel to First Camp, she had improvements made to her hut. The main room was tripled in size, taking on the characteristics of a large hall rather than just a simple hut of mud and sticks. The mud and sticks hut had been surrounded by great walls of large quarried stones, which were mortared together and placed with great care given to the shapes and sizes of the stones. In fact, harsh punishment, even death, was promised to anyone producing stones that didn't meet certain standards. Suddenly, the elven and human slaves had a use beyond just food, mundane labor, and breeding. Although it seemed like the humans in particular were the prominent quarrying experts, the elves proved to be the superior architectural influence. Orcs worked side by side with the slaves. Any who took offense were severely beaten to be an example for the others until everyone fell in line. Over t
Shayla walked among her creation, appreciating what she had created. She stopped to smell the sweet, exotic flowers in the forest. The suns shined down with a soft, warm glow, bathing her flawless ashen skin in their soft light. It warmed her heart to feel the delicate silken petals between her fingers, and to smell the sweet aroma. She gently plucked the lavender orchid, taking enough stem to thread it through her waist length, curly white hair, and tucked it behind her long and tall pointed ear. The enticing smell tingled her senses. Coupled with the warmth of the glow of the suns upon her nude body, the experience was enough to make her feel a little moist. She reached down and touched herself, slipping a long delicate finger between her folds, and fondled herself. She leaned against the smooth bark of a large tree, slid down to a spread legged sitting position. She allowed her long and thickly lashed eyelids to close, as her mouth fell slightly open, thoroughly enjoying the sens
I had been born across the pond, I was one of Clan MacLean, and I had come to visit my hereditary homeland on the Isle of Mol. After touring the mainland of Scotland, I decided to stay. I put in for a work visa, and secured a flat in Glasgow. I was working at a sheep farm just outside of town. Today was a weird day so far. It was unseasonably warm for this time of year, and although I had intended to sleep in, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. When I awoke, I was drenched in sweat because of the humidity, so I figured to grab a quick shower. As I was cleaning myself, I had this sudden feeling that I was inside a woman. It felt so real! It was amazing, but a little unsettling, because I had that funny feeling that I was being watched again. I was about to blow when the sensation suddenly stopped. I was a bit disappointed. I finished my shower and lightly dried off. Standing in the mirror, I lathered up my face and shaved. After wiping my face clean, I gazed in the mirro
Shareen entered the hut, her eyes adjusting to the darkness and searching until she found her sister standing by the bed. Shayla stood there literally panting, staring down at the large man lying prone and naked on the bed. As Shareen's eyes took in the giant elf, she surveyed his body. He had short, wavy white hair, a chiseled face, tall upswept pointed ears, a straight nose, and a golden stud piercing his left eyebrow. "Mmm...very handsome indeed...and much bigger than your usual creations."She continued to survey the male. His skin was a couple of shades darker than Shayla's, and his arms were well muscled, covered in sleeves of white inked tattoos of runes that marked him as Shayla's chosen champion. Her eyes roamed over his well defined abdomen, and down to his manhood, and her eyes widened. "By the Dead Eighty-eight!" She went to reach down and caress it, when Shayla froze her with a glare. "I thought you wanted Malkym!"Shareen froze mid-reach and straightened back up. "I DO!
When I awoke, Shayla was nowhere to be found. Maybe it had all been a dream. "Shayla!" I called for her, my deep voice thundering louder than I had intended. Still, no answer. I surveyed the hut.It was a modest abode. A small bedroom area, with a large bed, a stand with a chamber pot, and a three drawered wardrobe in the other corner. The doorway to the main room was in the center of the wall that separated the two rooms.I rose to my feet and went over to the wardrobe. After rifling through the cabinets and drawers, I picked out some things to wear. A black, silver threaded brocade tunic, a pair of woven gray breeches that tied up in the front, a pair of calf high black suede boots with thick cuffs at the tops, and a black leather belt with an exquisite silver buckle.I sort of felt like I looked like a pirate after I was fully dressed, except these clothes were a lot finer. Maybe more like a pirate captain. Captain Sean! Arrr! All I needed was an eyepatch, a tricorn hat with a plum
Once all was said and done, the elves were in high spirits. I had delivered on my promise, and every one of them felt avenged. The most elderly among them was certain that the spirits of the fallen smiled down upon me. I didn't necessarily take great pleasure in what I had done. I just felt that I did what I'd had to do to right a wrong by exacting an eye for an eye styled vengeance.Most elves were kindly and gentle by nature. They only killed what they planned to eat, and often did that with great sorrow in their hearts. They weren't violent, typically didn't believe in fighting, and even, when the orcs first appeared, tried to befriend them. In turn, the orcs viewed them as a weak, and easily conquerable people. If the races of elves were going to survive, they were going to have to develop a darker nature.We gathered weapons to arm those willing and able to fight, and gathered all of the unclaimed loot into a large chest. Some of those who wouldn't be fighting volunteered to carr
The first point of order was to deal with all of this newfound wealth! I grabbed a couple of handfuls of doublez and slipped them into my pouch, and then a small handful of diamonds, which I put into the small gempouch that Kogar had given me in the cave while he was masquerading as Kagor. I had no clue how much things costed here, or it thet costed much at all, but I didn't want to be caught being unable to even pay for a simple loaf of bread!I had the Lord's men return the chests, as well as my chest to the Keep's vault. The Lord of the Keep had little use for stealing, and things stayed put well enough there, so I didn't see any need to make a grand show of being mistrustful of him now. "Lord V'Daak, until we can build a suitable garrison for the Paladins, I believe the best place to keep the Order's wealth, is right alongside yours. After all, it will be used to the benefit of you and our people anyway."Lord V'Daak seemed appreciative of me placing this trust in him. "It will be