NTR & Heartbreaks (3) - Tall Narrow Shaped Tree-Like Door Part 1

Thorjen's gaze distorted, and he found this strange feeling unsettling his soul. He wanted to cry out, but instead, a **** squall pierced the heavens in place of his voice. He saw his world changing again, followed by a familiar silvery smog resurfacing around him.

“Thorjen… Thorjen, can you hear me!”

Her voice pulled me out of the depths of confusion, and I found my feet staggering on their heels as I desperately fought for supremacy to regain control over my body. I did eventually regain some form of composure, lost in a sea of troubled memories while trying to make sense out of what I had just seen.

“What… what the hell was that?”

“You made it, Thorjen. The first door… wh-what did you see,” the tiny voice asked from me. I had only just understood the situation again, staring at the peculiar golden broach speaking directly into my thoughts.

“I… Arya… and Julien-I…I don’t understand.” My thoughts were truly scattered; I vividly remembered that scene between them. I was there, watching it all unfold. But… why… why do I feel so ang-'

“Snap out of it! you must stay strong. Remember what I told you before, the will of the fate stone wants you to lose your will. You must overcome everything you see within there. The past, the present, and the future have been purposely muddled. The things it shows you might not necessarily be true. Only you can truly grasp hold of what's real and what's not.”

Her words made a lot of sense, but still, I couldn’t shake away this feeling of hurt nestled in my chest. I took a look behind me; my eyes left widened as I saw the previous door being turned into brittle stone before crumbling down into a pile of ash.

"W...was any of it real..."

“Four more to go… are you ready?”

The question lingered in the air, pregnant with the weight of uncertainty. A puzzle yet to be unraveled, I grappled with the enigma before me. But beneath the surface, a realization firmed its grip – there was no retreat for me at this point, only the relentless march forward. With a resolute tap against the center of my chest, a surge of courage ignited, propelling me to face the second door.

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The foggy veil gradually lifted, revealing a world steeped in frost. A biting wind, as cold as the pale skies above, swept through the scene. A majestic bald eagle, its feathers glinting in the sunlight, descended gracefully towards a desolate black mountaintop. Veiled in a shroud of bluish smoke, the mountain concealed a hidden clearing, bathed in an otherworldly light. The eagle alighted near a deep crevice in the mountain, from which voices emanated.

In the clearing, two figures, draped in shadowy robes, knelt beside a crackling fire. The stones beneath their feet echoed with the muted sound of their movements. A cold wind whispered through the solemn gathering, causing their robes to brush against the ground. As anticipation hung in the air, a shadowy figure approached with deliberate, measured steps.

“Gracious lord!”

“Gracious Lord!”

A deep exhale, reminiscent of a beast's groan escaped the shadowy lips of the enigmatic figure. Pausing purposefully, the figure basked in the sliver of light that angled from above, unveiling its eerie presence only through a muffled voice.

“Rise… my kin,” the voice spoke with an oily raspiness. The two figures quivered with reverence.

“This humble servant dares not meet the face of the great demon. Father of the Nightingale, Descendant from the house of Bezel. The one who breathed the unorthodox into the world. Our greatest King… w-we are not worthy.”

The theatrics unfolded with a synchronized bow, foreheads pressed against the stony ground, sending a slight tremor through the eerie silence. The scene resonated with a sense of dark grandeur, leaving an indelible mark on the unfolding journey through the mysterious doors.

"Kukuku…be still, my faithful servants...the time is not ripe yet. My return shall be one that drives the final nail into the hearts of those immortals. We will take over the south, the east, and lastly…" Another guttural groan echoed as the ghoulish figure finally took his first steps into the bright light. His bare feet were the first to emerge—skin of grayish-blue with calloused brown nails that curled crudely over each toe. The regal but old and tattered robes draped his slender body. As his helm stepped into the open light, a figure akin to a beast revealed itself, adorned with two great horns curving against the sides of his head. A sharp, forked beard, gray as obsidian skin, framed bloody scarlet eyes, deep as fresh blood. His brows formed a deep scowl, forever etched against his hardened features.

"That so-called heavenly mountain, where those winged abominations sup. We will climb their hills of gold and wash their halls with the blood of their infants. But first, the plot…lift up your heads," he demanded.

Compelled to listen, the two figures slowly raised their helms. To the right, a beautiful Elven woman with deep runes carved against her cheek, platinum hair twisted into a long braid. To the left, a humanoid creature wore the face of a furry black wolf, one eye forever closed by a long blade scar. The sole eye emitted a wonderful glow of amber.

"Y-yes, those faces…how I have longed to meet those gazes once more. You two have played your roles perfectly. Spies? Kukuku. If only that foolish one amongst the mortals didn't get himself killed," the Demon snarled.

The Elven woman placed a hand against her chest cordially, "Great demon, we will search for another disciple to carry forth your will among the human kingdom. If only…we could get close enough to the heavenly realm," she quipped bitterly.

"Oh, child, fear not, for my eyes have been bled against many grounds. I have seen many isles and known the hearts of all creations. Do not worry about the heavenly hill, for I have long ago made an accord with someone from that place."

The demon's declaration brought shocked gazes from the duo. Eager eyes revealed a desire to know more, but obedience kept their tongues still.

"Kukuku. I hold not many memories of him, only but of his patronage. The beige-furred goat with white horns…they call him the fallen star amongst his kin...the Empyrion...they call him Az…" The demon's voice ceased as his eyes gently moved towards the air. An expressionless terror lay behind those carmine-soaked eyes as he beheld the bald eagle with a curious glint.

"Before the time of Mokdal, there was a tree that grew on a land covered in flames. Strangely enough, the burning land never scorched the tree nor its roots. I remember seeing a crow perched on top. It never left the tree, but it never burned neither…hmmm, so the fates are watching me? I wonder…from which time have ye come from…the past…or the future." A terrible Qi suddenly fell against the entire mountain. The eagle felt **** looming and swiftly took to the skies. The demon unhurried with its movements gently lifted one of its grotesquely formed grey hands. It pointed a single finger towards the heavens and creased a cruel smirk.

"If such be the ways of the fates, then let it be known that I, Typhorg, the great demon, have declared war on humanity and all the celestials that inhabit it."

The ground quaked beneath Typhorg's proclamation, and several tiny pieces of stone started to rise from the ground. Hundreds of misshapen rocks converged to the will of the demon. In the blink of an eye, the gathered stones formed a large trident—four inches thick with a length of two arms. With a gentle flick of his finger, the callously shaped trident fully formed and shot into the skies at tremendous speed. The eagle, almost five meters clear, felt something terrible pressing eagerly on its heels. A defiant squawk cried bloodily, knowing it could never hope to outfly the impending disaster. The trident struck its body, splitting the eagle into two. In its final moments, its watery gaze could just about see the demon, who had now placed himself right on the edge of the mountain.

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The hazy smoke filled his sight again. He fell into a sea of night before a bloom of sunlight opened the doors toward a bright new morning.

The symphony of nature enveloped the surroundings, accompanied by the whimsical dance of brightly colored butterflies in a garden adorned with royal greenery. Amid this picturesque scene, a spirited fiery red red-headed young man strolled, hands casually tucked behind his back, radiating an infectious joy for the new day. In stark contrast, a curvaceous figure trailed behind him, emanating an air of **** that clashed with the jubilation ahead. Ness, caught between the beauty of the day and her inner turmoil, entertained dark thoughts of putting an end to this ordeal once and for all, all the while keeping a steely gaze fixed on the unsuspecting fellow ahead, pondering the mischief he had in store.

"This is the place. Right here," Rudd hummed, breaking the tranquil ambiance.

Ness furrowed her brows, memories of their brief past together surfacing. Despite the brevity of their time together, she recognized the significance of this spot.

"Are you some kind of freak? Why did you bring me here? Do you think reminding me of where we first met will magically make me fall for you again?" she retorted.

Rudd's expression remained stoic as he simply nodded, undeterred by her resistance.

"Well, yes?" he replied, unfazed.

Frustration etched across Ness's face. "Listen, I've told you our past was a twisted mistake. I dumped you, remember? I made it clear I didn't want to be with you. You need to get that through your crazed mind."

Rudd's response was measured and composed. "I could understand why you felt that way then. But time has a funny way of dusting off pain, allowing smoldered hearts to rekindle love. Give me a chance, Nesselda. I can show you—"

"Are you insane? I said NO!"

Her Qi surged forth involuntarily, carving a small chasm into the ground around her. Rudd deftly evaded the attack, producing a shimmering ruby glass egg.

"Ah-ah, let's not forget what happens to you if you lay a finger on me."

"I... I don't care. I'd rather die and take you with me than live through this insanity."

"Oh, come on, Nesselda. You don't mean that. There's so much life for both you and me. I can promise you this, my beauty: our fates... are forever sealed."

"Sigh... you are insufferable. I don't love you, and I never did, nor will I ever. You need serious help, Rudd, and I'm warning you... if this continues, then I'll..."

"You'll what? Will you get that weak new toy of yours to do something? Hahaha, I'd like to see that weakling try. But I must say, an Elf? Bah! I thought you had much more exciting tastes than that, my Nesselda."

"Toy? Who are you... wait... Leave Thorjen out of this. I'm only training him, and if I hear you've gone near him, I swear I will..."

"Oh no-no-no, I'd much rather spend my days stalking you. What business do I have with a weakling who'll probably be killed on his first mission? Or perhaps... something might happen once this newly formed party of yours takes their first steps into the hidden realm in 7 days' time." He said this with deep pride etched on his face. Ness's eyes lifted in shock.

Nesselda's body trembled as her eyes widened in fear. "H-how did you find that..." she stammered, feeling exposed and **** under his intense gaze.

"Come on, Nesselda," he chuckled darkly, "there's nothing you can keep a secret from me. I am the only one who truly sees you. I see every inch of you - every crease, every wet fold, every plump and deep desire." He licked his lips hungrily at the thought of her wild moans, his obsession with her growing stronger by the day.

Trying to push away the unsettling feelings, Nesselda urged him to continue with a shaky voice. "O-okay, let's just get this over with. How do I break that oath I've made with that thing?" She pointed towards the glass egg and tried to focus on the task at hand.

Her captor smirked and leaned in close, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Oh, this thing? It's quite simple really," he purred, relishing in her discomfort. "You must fulfill the oath we made, and then the binding will be null and void. Are you ready?"

With a deep breath, Nesselda clenched her fists tightly. She knew this was the only way out of this horrific situation. Normally, she wouldn't hesitate to defy an oath if it meant protecting herself. But now... thoughts of Thorjen flooded her mind, clouding her judgment and making her question everything.

She couldn't bear to put him in harm's way, not after their brief encounter had left such a strong impact on her. But she couldn't afford to show any hesitation in front of this madman either.

"Fine," she **** out through gritted teeth, biting her lip in anticipation of what depraved request he would make of her next.

"Don't look so worried," he taunted, enjoying her fear. "I am a man of fine tastes... as you know." He gestured towards the bloody remains of his latest victim strewn across the room. "And I much enjoy eating my meat... slowly." He cackled wickedly at his own twisted joke. "This is what you will do..."

Ness stood there in shock, her eyes widening as she processed Rudd's wild request. She couldn't believe what he was asking of her - to sit on his face? The absurdity made her almost blush as she repeated the words. But Rudd remained certain and even bobbed his head up and down like an obedient pet.

"You want me to strip and smother you with my ass?" Ness couldn't believe this was happening.

Rudd just chuckled and confirmed, "Yes, for 5 minutes. Then our oath will be no more...unless you want to continue." His creepy laughter sent shivers down her spine.

With a disgusted sigh, Ness agreed, "Fine. Let's get this over with. I'll crush your skull afterwards."

Rudd simply grinned and replied, "You won't harm a single hair on my precious head, Nesselda."

As she began to undo her belt and remove her tights, Ness suddenly saw streaks of red blades flying towards her. Reacting quickly, she waved her hand to disperse them but was shocked to see them curve at the last minute and strike harmlessly at certain points on her body. It wasn't until she looked down and saw the state of her clothes that she realized what had happened - Rudd had set a trap for her. Her anger boiled over as she realized he had been playing with her all along.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!” she roared, her voice dripping with fury and disbelief. Before she could even lunge towards him, Rudd had already raised the sparkling carmine egg once again, extinguishing her rage in a flash. Breathing heavily, Ness fought to regain control of her body and emotions before awkwardly removing her tights. With her high-raised skirt barely covering her ass, she could feel the cool outdoor air caressing her exposed skin. A part of her couldn't help but feel a tingling sense of arousal, but she quickly dismissed it as she caught sight of Rudd lecherously licking his lips. Refusing to back down, Ness watched as he laid out his clothes on the grassy ground and positioned himself expectantly.

"Come on then...hurry up," he urged excitedly. Steeling herself for what was to come, Ness took slow and measured steps towards him, replaying the reasons why she agreed to this in her mind over and over again. When she finally reached his waiting form, Rudd's eagerness only fueled her determination. Without hesitation, she placed her ankles on either side of his face and squatted down slowly, determined to make this humiliating experience as bearable as possible by keeping her panties on. This freak wanted something from her, and Ness would do whatever it takes to see it through to the end.

Ness tried to protest, her voice trembling with fear and disgust as Rudd's slimy tongue slid inside her. She could feel his cruel smile against her lace panties as he expertly moved them aside, his obscenely long tongue delving deeper into her wet hole. She gasped, feeling a surge of pleasure mixed with revulsion at the sensation of being invaded so intimately by this madman. Her body betrayed her, responding to his skilled movements with growing arousal. She wanted to scream curses at him, to fight back against the animalistic pleasure he was inflicting on her, but all that escaped her lips were primal growls and moans. Meanwhile, Rudd continued his **** without mercy, relentlessly swirling and licking until Ness was coated in her own love juices. She could hardly believe she was being brought to the brink of climax by this deranged man who knew her body better than she did herself. Despite her disgust and shame, she couldn't deny the intense pleasure she felt."

With a guttural cry, Ness's body explodes in an intense climax, her pleasure so intense that she can barely keep herself upright. A stream of warm liquid gushes out of her, filling Rudds's mouth until he is gagging on it. As her body convulses with ecstasy, all thoughts of her anger and hatred dissipate, replaced by pure physical pleasure. But just as she begins to come down from her high, Rudds's hands grip her ass tightly, spreading her open for his own pleasure.

"Wait, what the fuck are you doing? We're done," Ness protests weakly. But Rudds just grins

“We have 1 minute and 20 seconds left...and you have one hole left...my favorite one,” he says with a sickening smirk on his face. A chill runs down Ness's spine as she realizes what he's planning to do. She struggles against him, trying desperately to break free, but he only tightens his grip on her.

As he forcefully enters her last remaining opening,

And despite herself, Ness feels a surge of arousal at the thought.

“P-please, no...” Her **** pleas fell on deaf ears as she felt his twisted grin against her skin. The sensation of his tongue violating her most intimate place sent searing waves of pleasure through every cell in her body. She couldn't hold back the moans and gasps that escaped her lips as she surrendered to this forbidden ecstasy. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, a mix of euphoria and shame contorting her features in a grotesque display.

But in that moment, none of it mattered. The intense pleasure that had been denied to her for so long consumed her entirely. In a frenzy, she gripped onto him, using his chest as leverage as she ground against his face. Each thrust sending her closer and closer to the edge until she finally exploded in a blinding orgasm,

"Cu-cummingggggggg Aaaahhhhhh f-fuckkkk!"

her entire body trembling and convulsing as she collapsed onto the ground.

Her senses were overwhelmed with the taste of her own arousal mixing with Rudd's saliva, now dripping down her thighs. And then there was his face, hovering over hers with a self-satisfied smirk before wiping his mouth and giving a thumbs up.

As she lay there panting and disoriented, Ness could only make out fragments of what he said next. Something about never being able to get rid of him, and how he didn't care if she thought about another man while he made her come. But above all else, there was the chilling declaration, "You still taste the same."

And with those words ringing in her ears, he left Nesselda alone with nothing but the realization that she was completely under his control.