Forest Arc: Love & Sex

Sven sat up breathing heavily, cold sweat glistened across his skin like a fine sheen. Looking to the parting in his homes roof he noted that it must be day; for the rays of light illuminated his surroundings and drew his attention to his side where he now felt a weight clinging to him. Looking down he saw a sight that involuntarily sent him into full mast.

Claire was looking up at him with a worried expression, startled that he had so suddenly jolted upright - but what Sven couldn't help but notice was her state of undress. She was fully nude, clinging to him whilst he was sleeping, her sizable breasts squeezed tightly into his arm as if he might disappear if she loosened her grip. Sven realized she must have been sharing her body heat with him to keep him warm throughout the night, feeling his head begin to swim he collapsed back down onto his straw bed and closed his eyes - clutching his chest instinctually but finding that there was no pain.

"Sven!" Claire shouted in concern as she quickly got up and begun to straddle him - parting his shirt to the side she went frigid stiff like she had seen a ghost, then Sven felt her fingers trace his chest apprehensively which soon turned into full blown groping as she pressed and squeezed his pecs and abdomen searching for something. Something that was no longer there.

"Sven, your... Your chest is, the hole is? Oh thank the gods!" Sven then recoiled as Claire all but threw herself into him as they embraced - which didn't do much to quieten the storm that was raging in his pants, feeling her bare breasts squish into his broad chest whilst she quietly cried into his neck.

"It's gone? The hole? I don't feel it at all." Sven said hardly believing what was happening, hearing him speak made her sob harder.

"Why would you do it Sven? *Sniffle* To sacrifice yourself to save someone like me, someone you don't even know?" She lifted herself off of the bed to look down at him, her eyes puffy and red with a runny nose. She sounded more angry than she did sad now, staring back at her Sven felt that same feeling he had felt before they had faced the monster together - his heart couldn't help but flutter at the sight of her.

"Because I like you, do I need any other reason?" Saying that she went rigid again, like a deer facing down the sights of a bow her eyes remained openly shocked at the revelation.

"You like me?" She uttered ever so softly, much too softly for someone as crude and built as Claire to be acting like Sven thought. Nodding back at her she turned away shyly, sitting back up so that she was back to straddling him, giving him a good view of her big boobs, well defined six pack abs and muscular-yet-feminine physique.

"Even though I'm a freak? Even though I'm an ugly man looking monster?" She motioned with her hands to her toned physique. "Why-" Before she could finish her sentence Sven sat upright and sealed her words with a kiss, a shockwave of pleasure shot through her spine like a wave, she tried to push away from him but he gripped her taloned hands and held her firmly in place. She wanted to resist for his sake, but he wouldn't allow her, he wanted her to know that he was being completely sincere, that he truly liked her regardless of her looks and to **** her to confront this fact.

It wasn't long until she eased into the kiss, closing her eyes the two kissed like newlyweds in the soft light of the morning sun. Feeling her relax herself into his body Sven felt her womanhood rub up against the fabric of his crotch, she must have felt it too as she groaned into the kiss, allowing Sven's tongue access to freely roam her mouth. She was startled at first but soon gave into his machinations as she instinctively started to grind herself into him, she was feeling things she had never thought she could feel, her heart was beating through her chest and everything that was happening felt so right to her. She felt that wall that she had fortified all throughout her life and that had weakened when she had met Sven all but crumble at the sweet nothings he was whispering to her.

Feeling the hardness of his member below and the care associated with it she opened her eyes and allowed herself, for the first time, to be completely **** to another person. Parting from the kiss and breaking from his hold she pushed him down onto the bed - pinning his arms to his sides. He still felt too weak to overpower her in his current state, looking back up at her he could see arousal plainly written across her face, her breaths were ragged causing her breasts to sway to and fro, her eyes were alight with wants and desires - but there was more than just base carnal pleasures staring back at him.

"I love you, do you love me?" She asker, her eyes seeking, pleading for the answer to be yes, as if her soul couldn't take the response to be no. Sven thought on it, he had never had anyone before, anyone to love or love him back - he was raised in an orphanage on the edge of town skirting the city walls so never knew his parents, and an orphanage is just a child labor camp with no care or compassion. But when she had turned to him under his doorframe and repeated his own words back to him. Like her it was the first time anybody had ever stuck their neck out for him - and in a life or **** situation no less. There was of course only one correct answer.

"Yes, I love you too Claire." And with that she darted down to kiss him again with renewed passion and fervor, with it now being her turn to explore the inside of his mouth with her tongue. Being pinned to the bed Sven could only lay back and experience himself be used as her sexual object. Feeling her feet talons move up to his pants, her claws accidentally scratching at his legs as she wantonly maneuvered to free her prize from its confines. She struggled towards the last part but with one last thrust his cock sprung back to slap her meaty ass cheek with 9 inches of rock hard dick.

"Ooh!" She eep'd into his mouth as she felt his length slap into her. "Are they all supposed to be this big?" She asked nervously all of a sudden, she was doing the math in her head and she wasn't sure if it would all fit - she'd never had sex before or even so much as masturbated so she had no idea what she could or couldn't take.

"I don't know, I've never seen anyone else's so..." Sven also offered nervously, he wasn't so sure why he was nervous too - this wasn't his first time, and he was pretty confident with the goblin girl. Maybe that was because he was still coming off of his new lease of life trip after awakening as a Mystic, or maybe it's because now it was no longer just sex but something more.

"I guess I'm going to have to stop calling you pup." She laughed mischievously, biting her lip she lined him up with her cunt and began to descend. Soon Sven felt a small resistance, Claire had felt it too as she winced and stopped in place. Sven knew that it was best to get this over and done with because to drag it out would be to cause more pain - so slammed his hips upwards to meet hers. Crying out in discomfort Claire collapsed into Sven's embrace as he held her there. She cried a little into his chest as he gently stroked her white feathery hair, after a while of his comforting she got back up to pinning him down and mock glared at him.

"You're gonna pay for that." She said with a smirk as she began to ride him back and forth, Sven groaned out as her sopping sex gripped his every time she rocked back, she leant back down and began to play bite at Sven's neck, pulling and sucking at his flesh - breathing in his scent drew her to new heights of pleasure.

Every time she moved it was like fireworks going off in her mind, every time she bottomed out in him was pure ecstasy, she had no control of her hips as she was rocking back and forth more and more violently each time - she was soon approaching something she had never felt before, a powerful desire to release that sent her mind blank. Now moaning into Sven's neck like a deranged banshee she sheathed herself onto him with one last thrust and then begun to spray his midriff with her love juices. Her legs shook and spasmed as she clung to his powerful body, Sven now taking her arms into his he embraced her as she rode out a minute long orgasm that made her talons curl.

Breathing heavily atop of him she basked in the greatest moment of her life - she felt so good, she felt for the first time like she belonged; belonged to him as well as with him, complete when once she was shattered. Love was only ever a word to her before today; something you'd hear told in one of the story books or something a character might say out of a romantic play. Words only ever addressed to someone else, only ever being uttered by someone else - and before this morning under this ramshackle roof; words she never knew she'd ever want this badly to hear.

"My turn." Sven said breaking the silence of her come down, flipping her over onto her back Sven spread her legs full eagle and eased himself into her, now that he was in control of her he could feel himself digging deeper into her warm inviting depths. She was surprised at first but quickly got onboard as she felt herself building up again once more.

Throwing her head back into the pillow she arched her spine as Sven ruthlessly pounded her again and again, reaching new depths with every thrust he had her seeing stars.

"Oh gods Sven!" Wet, hot smacks filled the room as Sven began to tear her up. "Slow down or you're going to break me!" She grabbed his arms weakly but couldn't find the strength to challenge him, as if in response Sven only sped up his rhythmic pounding - growling as he felt a possessive need to subjugate her sexually. His instincts as a male were taking over now, she was his female and he needed to seed her - fucking her was more important to him in this moment than food or water, her **** moans and begging only edged him onward as he gave into his primal desires.

"Sven! Fuck me Svennnn Ohhhhh fuckkk you're amashinggg!" Her words were beginning to slur as her eyes rolled up to the top of her head, her mouth was open and tongue lolling with every impact, leaning down Sven caught her mouth in a kiss as she moaned into his mouth. She was his, he could feel it with every fiber of his being and every time he lowered himself into her, the way her face contorted with his every movement, the look in her eyes when hers met his. She belonged to him.

"Ugghhhh fuuuuck" Sven groaned out as he released his hot sticky load into the Harpy girls wanting pussy. He stayed there rooted within her for minutes as he continued to spurt rope after rope inside of her. Claire lay there mouth open in a silent scream as her box was filled up like a morning bucket. It was easily the best sex of either of their lives, because it wasn't just sex but two broken souls finding comfort in the others embrace.

Finally rolling to the side of her the two lay besides the other just breathing. The birds outside were chirping, the cold seemed to have lifted a little as all manner of insect life returned to the land. The room was warm, and the campfires embers wasn't the sole cause for the heat, the two glistening from their morning exertions.

Rolling towards him Claire hugged into his side dancing her fingers across his abdomen.

"That was incredible, you were incredible." Claire nuzzled into the crook of his neck as she embraced him, Sven rubbed her midriff as the two enjoyed the afterglow.

"You were something special Claire, I mean I've never cum for that long or hard before." Sven admitted, Claire looked up suddenly.

"Before? Does that mean you've been with others?" She asked, Sven looked back at her softly.

"A few, does that bother you?" Looking at her amazing silver eyes she held his stare for a while before looking away.

"No, in my tribe the chief takes many women to bed." At that Sven choked on his own saliva as he began to cough sitting upright, seeing him flustered the harpy laughed happily. "But I get to choose who, don't think I'll be sharing you with just anyone." She kissed his cheek.

"D-Does that mean I'm your chief?" Sven asked incredulously, she gave him a confused look.

"Obviously. You said you loved me, right?" She pouted. "Say it again." She wrapped her legs around his and rubbed her cheek into his in a cutesy act. "Say it say it say it!" She repeated, grinding herself into Sven annoyingly.

"Fine! I love you damnit!" Sven laughed as he kissed her back, soon the two were back to making out again in his bed, in their bed he supposed from now on. Breaking away Claire exposed his chest again, Sven figured she was still checking to see if the wound had really gone but what she said next surprised him.

"By the way, why didn't you tell me that you were a duel Mystic." She said pointing at the newly formed tattoo mark between his pecs - exactly where the branches puncture mark had been. "You know having more than one is very rare, right?" Sven looked shocked, his mind went to excuses on how he might lie to explain this away but looking into Claire's inquisitive eyes he couldn't help but recall his promise to himself to be more honest, he felt bad that he almost fell back into his old ways and shook his head free from such thoughts. He was going to be a better man starting today.

"Claire there's something I ought to tell you." Sven lay in bed facing her, telling her of his rather ordinary birth - no mystic marks, only for him to acquire the Eldritch tattoo weeks ago outside the Blackwood Academy walls. Then he told her of the two dreams he had; both at Blackwood and also the night before. How both times he would chat with someone in his dreams, odd beings with ethereal alien voices - and after each dream he would wake up with a new Mystic mark. Claire listened throughout the story with an expression that was hard for Sven to read, when he was done telling it she spoke.

"You're either mad; or you're telling me you actually spoke to the gods yourself?" Claire asked, Sven nodded his head yes. He knew how crazy it all sounded, even he knew you didn't go to sleep one day and wake up the next with a Mystic mark the next. And those dreams, who else could it be other than discussions with the divine? It all made sense in his head even if they were just assumptions.

"How else do you explain away the wound, I'm not immortal or anything, and you dragged me into the house yourself so you must have noticed it was terminal." Sven explained, Claire looked down sadly as he reminded her.

"The branch went straight through you, I didn't know what else to do so I stayed with you for a while as you died." She said wiping a stray tear from her eye. "But after that while you were still alive, clinging to life, I knew then that you weren't going to die at that tree so I dragged you off of it and pulled you inside." She recalled, tracing Sven's chest with her scaled fingers. "I warmed you the best I could with my body, dressed your wound in some **** attempt, and passed out in my guilt. When I awoke, you were jolted upright like a damned undead, you gave me such a fright that I was close to throwing you into the embers you know?" She joked with a sad smile. Sven rubbed her cheek with his hand.

"There's no need to feel guilty, it was exactly what I wanted remember?" Sven smiled back at her kindly. "But you should feel guilty for almost throwing me into the fire." He joked back causing her to laugh. The two cuddled back up together, daylight was burning but he wasn't about to rush his new favorite part of the day.

Now fully clothed Sven headed out his front door to survey the scene before him. It looked like a herd of rampaging bulls had narrowly missed his home. Dirt and gravel had been scraped up from the ground and sent someplace to his left in the way of that giants final blow. Trees all around him were either collapsed, damaged or in some form of decline from the beasts rampaging. Speaking of the devil, the lumbering beast lay stone cold dead atop the singed ground beneath it. Sven ran his fingers through the dirt and pulled up some soot, the blackened ashes no doubt being a byproduct of his abilities dark flames.

Thinking back to that moment Claire had been grabbed, Sven recalled hearing a phrase being repeated in his mind. All had gone black and he had been surrounded by a thick and protruding darkness, it was complete silence save for the echoing of two words; Dark Star. He uttered the words and when he did he was back, standing before the giant who wailed as it was devoured by a dark flickering entity.

Looking at the creature now he truly had an appreciation for its sheer size, it was gargantuan and a true testament to the diversity of life on Indica. The fact that it could live alongside humans when its size would allow it to peer over the city gates at Blackwood was baffling, how this balancing act of viability for both species allowed the two to survive amongst the other. A balancing act no doubt made possible by way of Mystics, a concept he hadn't really had the chance to truly appreciate before now.

'I had always seen them as a privlidged scourge on society, but if they are all that stands between civilization and monstrosity then they are a necessary scourge.' Sven arrived to the beasts head as he studied it, stopping in his tracks as if he was about to startle a deer that hadn't yet noticed him. There on the beasts head were two contrasting familiar glows, the horn on its head glowed with a faint black energy, rippling and cascading inwards whilst its singular eye glowed a faint red, rippling outwards instead - where the two glows met they fought as shades of purple lightning danced through the air.

Instinctually Sven reached out to grab both relics, watching as they disappeared sensationlessly into his flesh. As they did so two concepts of how to use his new skills flooded into his mind, that was new. Before he had to be in the thick of battle to learn what his skills did, but here he was just divined the answer? It was all so confusing.

Acquired: Eldritch Arts: Abyssal Lasso & Vassal Saint Skill: Mighty Push

"That corpse is going to start smelling pretty fresh very soon, every monster in this forest is going to want a piece of it and no amount of garlic is going to mask the reek of rotting flesh." Claire said as she approached from behind, also sizing up the beast as she walked. "Do you think you can burn it with those black flames?" Flies were already starting to swarm around the cadaver of the lumbering behemoth, now with its eye removed the stench of **** was starting to flare at Sven's nostrils.

"I could, but what if we let them come to us? I just gained two new skills, I think we could use the opportunity to gain more relics." Sven reasoned, Claire looked worried at that, she had just lost Sven the night before and now he was telling her to potentially go through all of that again? Sven knew it was a big ask but he was reminded of those words the old prune had uttered in his dream colosseum. 'Doubt is the reason many men fail to return from battle' the words lingered still in his mind. It was wisdom directly from the gods, he had to listen to such words surely. If he doubted his abilities, doubted his path that he has chosen, played it safe when opportunity was presented before him; then could he ever live to see his full potential? The future path that was before him was his to decide, and to doubt was to create pitfalls within this journey.

"Are you kidding me? You barely survived the night! Only by some divine mercy were you returned to me, that's if I even believe your meeting with the gods actually happened in the first place." Claire stood before him with a hand rested on his shoulder. "What are you going to do if another of these things comes for us? What if more than just one fights us this time around? What if we're swarmed and overrun by the bastards?" She gave Sven a concerned look. "You may be able to fight them, but I can't. I'm, I'm deadweight to you as I am right now." She struggled to admit, her pride was conflicting with her honesty but still she managed to get it out. She was like Sven in that respect too, something he was starting to see more and more the similarities between them. Sven gently lifted her hand from his shoulder and reassuringly kissed her scaled fingers.

"That's why we're going to let them come, if we can find relics for you then you can finally get into Blackwood academy, you helped me when I needed it most and I'm going to do the same, because I want to not because I feel indebted. Besides, with my new skills we should be able to take on whatever's going to get in our way." Sven reassured her, Claire looked away sighing.

"Understood, chief." She resigned herself to his decision. She still had her reservations but she understood the logic behind his actions, she even felt happy that he was thinking of her the entire time, not that she wanted to let him know that. Sven blushed at the 'chief' comment, it was still a new concept to him but he had to admit he liked the prospect of bedding multiple women.

Daylight was going to start fading soon, and with it tonight's air began to freeze over again just as the last. The body once harvested of its relics was deteriorating faster than expected - flies were now swarming around its eye and newly acquired hole in its head - the stench that was born off of it was beginning to get too much to stand being so close to the source. With a howl that set the mood of what was to come, Sven steeled himself for the night.