Wolven Wood

Only slivers of light like stars broke the leaf covers of the wolven wood. Gnrrla was just aware that morning had at last come. All of her was still coated in a warm stickiness that others might find cozy. If they did not mind their body twitching from fucking overload. Hers was all that seemed to be doing anything, though. The skleimr was resting.

But she refused to let herself settle and rest! Spitting out what was in her mouth, she stretched out her hand and found All-sharp. She gained selfhood at its feel. Her sword was free of the rudeness that was even now as inside her as it was out - that oozed back in when she squeezed the bits out of her holes. She raised All-sharp and thought to end the not-created's ride on her.

Instead she sank her sword into the ground and used it to pull her near-dead-to-fucking-tired body to her feet. Her feet? Her boots were off. As was her buckskin loincloth and halter. She was naked.

Not naked, nude! she told herself. She had All-sharp. She still had her all-hard bracelets and shin-guards. The vile not-created had not taken those off. Their magic had warded away that stripping of her! Her first step, now, then, was to turn the tables and strip the sticky slickness off of her! She made towards the sounds of the river.

She felt pulls and tugs as the coating peeled from her skin. Snaps as it did. In her weakened state, she had to dig her sword again into the ground, this time to keep from being taken off her feet.

The last of it to leave her body, she was leaning against air. She fell, but only to one knee. It was a moment before she felt ready to stand once again.

She saw the skleimr move! She gripped her sword, wishing to she could slaughter it! The part more base than Gnrrla the Warrior was glad she could not kill the husband of uncounted cums.

The rolling fleshling brought with it a dead boar it had smothered. Gnrrla realized that the bit of it had been in her stomach was moving out to make room for a true meal. "Dolt! It's too big! And I would need a fire! Get me nuts!"

Gnrrla knew this to be no act of kith-kindness. Skleimr fed on waste. As long as it was in her, she would not piss or shit.

Suddenly all else was forgotten when she heard a howl and snarl that brought to mind why this was called one of the wolven woods! "Baldr's bladder! This is the one of the three werewolf moon-nights, right!? And the sunlight cannot truly bring daylight here!"