Dark Crucible

[AdmiralPiet]

Teaser: “Prepare to get fucked hard bitch!”

As I move back out of his reach I cannot help but notice his erect cock flailing about with each powerful swing of his axe. It is a shame. Under other circumstances I would like to have a go at such a formidable tool of lust.

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1

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Title: Dark Crucible
Author: AdmiralPiet
Chapter Tags: -
Content Warnings: -
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I don't want to call this a tribute to @Vela Nanashi, because that would be overdoing it.
But it is inspired by Vela.

Her stories are as different to mine as they could be.
Written in a go-with-the-flow style, no editing, colorful and crazy. I could never replicate that as that is not the way I tick as I need a plan.
But it is an experiment: Could I incorporate some elements from her world into my writing but stay true to my own style and not just copy?
Not sure what will come of it. Maybe a monumental failure.
In any case I think it will be darker.

But: I will try.Some tentacles and "fun-with-portals" is planned among other things.

I hope to avert the mistake I made with "Freya's new slaves" where I wrote the chapters with long pauses in between and they came out clunky and mismatched.
I have the chapters and the basic arc planed out and will try to stay on it.
This first chapter is short, I think the others will have more meat on them.

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Dark Crucible

Chapter 1 - Intruders

Elarielle:

Dawn is upon me.

As I look up into the cloudless sky I know it will be a hot day. I keep watching the fading stars from my vantage point in the crown of an old oak. As the first rays of sunlight caress my skin I decide to end my trip here and return to my home deep in the Emerald Forest.

Elegantly I drop down from branch to branch until I land lightly on the moss covered forest floor. That is the moment I feel it. A change in the lifeforce of the old forest. Like flocks of startled birds I feel the ancient magic shift. Something dark approaches.

Within the moment my long elven legs carry me swiftly through the woods, unhindered by the underbrush. The closer I get to the source of my unease the stronger it gets. Black magic, no doubt. These lands are my home. I feel compelled to defend them against any unwanted intruder.

I stop as I reach a clearing. Now there are actual flocks of birds rising from the canopy. Figures come out into the open from across the clearing. Woodland nymphs, running. But not playful as they usually are. No exited giggling fills the air. These nymphs are in panic, their naked bodies stumbling more than they are running.

The reason becomes apparent just moments later as I see blue-grey skin. Orcs! Lightly armoured, with heavy axes in their hands, some not even hiding their monstrous erections underneath a loincloth. Behind the warriors another Orc in black robes appears, a staff tipped with a dark crystal in his hands. A mage and no doubt the source of the black magic.

His underlings freeze for the moment, and I feel their lustful gaze on me. They feel themselves lucky. First a group of Nymphs, now a scantily clad Elf with bared breasts. I know how my curves affect the men – and women – of most species, especially those governed by their baser emotions like blue Orks. I can basically feel additional blood rush to their groins at the sight of me.

Except for the mage. As I can feel his power he seems also aware of mine. He acts quickly and decisive, I have to give him that. A black fireball forms atop his staff and is thrown in my direction. The air in front of me starts glowing in ethereal light and with a flash a mighty shield appears, taken from the holding crystal on my vambrace.

The tower shield hovers where it was summoned and repels the fireball before it touches the golden mirror surface. The dark energy projectile explodes with considerable force and burns the area facing away from the shield to ash. I feel the shockwave shake the trees, and the air smells of ozone. This attack was too weak for my defence, but more than was to be expected out of a band of blue Orcs. A mystery for a later time however.

“Move it boys! Charge her!”

The warriors scream and holler as they cross the clearing, and the warlock gears up for a more powerful attack. I am not afraid, because his magic is no great threat to me, but he is none the less the target that has to go first.

My longbow appears in my hand, as well as a glowing arrow. The shield hovers forward in stride with me and I aim the arrow through the firing slit, ignoring the warriors for the moment.

My bow is a master crafted marvel. Not carved, but grown from Emerald Oak. As I pull back the arrow on the intricate moon silver sinews I feel the immense power in its limbs, but for me it is as easy as pulling back a kids toy bow. As I let loose the arrow takes of with the sound of a whip crack.

It might be a bit of overkill using this arrow. Spell breaking runes engraved on the silver shaft, obsidian tip born of dragon fire, spell forged rays of sunlight forming the core. A projectile made to break the defence of more powerful foes. Fired from my bow a rod of iron might have sufficed.

Be as it may the perfect hit shatters the dark crystal and a second magic explosion shakes the clearing. My focus shifts towards the charging Orcs as debris and pieces of mage start raining down around them.
The fireball earlier was stopped with a passive Spell of Repulsion. I tap into my magic and trigger a more active version of the spell. The howling of the Orcs is cut short and replaced by the sickening sound of shattering bones as they are swept off their feet. All but one.

The largest and most muscular of the warriors wears a golden wristband with a charm that protected him from my spell. My focus was on the mage, so I did not notice it. Careless of me. He swings the axe and with a reverberating metallic boom he sweeps my shield away. He is impressive. Fast for a seven foot mountain of muscle. Clearly competent with his giant axe. And even stronger than he looks!

“Prepare to get fucked hard bitch!”

As I move back out of his reach I cannot help but notice his erect cock flailing about with each powerful swing of his axe. It is a shame. Under other circumstances I would like to have a go at such a formidable tool of lust.

The bow vanishes and my sword appears. He is strong and fast, but nowhere near elven speed and elegance. I weave through his attacks like quicksilver. Dancing around him and waiting for the opportunity to strike. That opportunity comes moments later. His axe is flying through the air, along with the fist and forearm that still holds on. Along with the severed arm goes the magic trinket. He howls in pain and anger holding the bleeding stump of his right arm. Wounded and disarmed he does however not realize how truly outmatched he is now. Powered by adrenaline he instead screams at me: “For that I will fuck you to death, pretty elf whore!”

But he does not attack further, unsure on how to proceed now without his axe.

“Your fun day with the Nymphs won’t happen” I say, a cruel smile on my lips. I hold up my hand and tap into my magic again, summoning another Spell of Repulsion. But I manipulate the force into something different, changing its direction

“But you called me pretty, so let me give you a handjob!”

My gaze drops down to is throbbing erection and my hand closes into a fist…

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Later I sit in the crown of a large tree again, brown hair flowing in the wind. Distraught. After I dispatched the Orcs the Nymphs came back to thank me. From them I learned that this what not the only intrusion into these lands as of late. And not just Orcs. The borders had become more dangerous, and many creatures start retreating further into the forest. Dark rumours make the rounds. With the raids comes rape and slavery and black magic.

Among the remnants of the mage I found pieces of a Green Phoenix feather. Dark mages among Orcs were rare, the feather even more so, finding both in one place, at a time like this…
I was too quick in dealing with the Orcs. Should have questioned the last warrior before I put him out of his misery.

I look to the mountains far to the north. The Emerald Forest is a realm of nature and light. Powerful magic is at work here. In the Northlands darkness reigns. Hopefully I will never have to walk the earth of those cursed lands.
I have little doubt from where these raids originated.

I need more information. Not too far from here is an old tower, occupied by another elven sorceress. It has been quite a few moons since I visited her last.

Maybe she can shed some light on all this. I could get provisions too, a taste of the elven honeycake and red wine I know she will have.

And maybe a taste of her pussy too…


End of chapter 1
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As always: Any feedback and critique is welcome!

[Lucius]

This homage to @Vela Nanashi's style is not as free-flowing as a typical (is there such a thing, though?) Vela story indeed. An interesting read -- have fun, Elarielle!

[AdmiralPiet]

This homage to @Vela Nanashi's style is not as free-flowing as a typical (is there such a thing, though?) Vela story indeed. An interesting read -- have fun, Elarielle!

It is less of an homage or inspired by her style as such.
As I wrote in the beginning: I cannot do that because my workflow is different.
Maybe on drugs I could do it.

The elements I think of are more like: Summoning Items from an inventory, portals for sex, and so on.
Stuff I wouldn't normaly use in my own fantasy and sci-fi writing.
But largely still my style.
Piet-Cake with a bit of Vela-Frosting on top?

Thats why I said calling it a hommage or tribute likely overstresses it.

(Edited for clarity)

[Vela Nanashi]

First person present tense, and action, good start

Nice magic deflecting shield and also you use hammer space nicely for the longbow

Also very cool magical battle got swept up in it so my running commentary is quite lacking sorry. I like the motion and fluidity.

Orcs were dispatched easily expected if the elf is powerful and ancient enough and the orcs not aided by sufficient power.

To me it is interesting the fey are so weak though but this is your world so things will work as they do in it

Good start for the story, please keep writing

The battle slightly reminds me of one of my Cara stories, but also not quite the same, Cara's bow is a challenge for her to use, and that is how she likes it, makes each arrow hit as hard as her muscles are able to pull the magical bow string back

I have a feeling Elarielle will end up needing to go into the northlands soon to deal with whatever is causing the raids. Though I suppose she and the other elven sorceress could instead breathe life into the trees at the edge to make them smash the foes, or make some horrifying thorns grow and put things to sleep that get cut by them, just silly ideas

*flutters as a rainbow butterfly and lands on the Piet-Cake, and opens her butterfly maw and eats the whole cake in one bite before fluttering through a campfire and burning in all the colours of all the rainbow and shooting off sparks that turn into tiny dancing motes of light in many colours

Tasty cake (I enjoyed the story so far)

[AdmiralPiet]

Nice magic deflecting shield and also you use hammer space nicely for the longbow

Not quite sure what "Hammer Space" is

Also very cool magical battle got swept up in it so my running commentary is quite lacking sorry. I like the motion and fluidity.

Orcs were dispatched easily expected if the elf is powerful and ancient enough and the orcs not aided by sufficient power.

Glad it was to your liking.

To me it is interesting the fey are so weak though but this is your world so things will work as they do in it

I would think most entities in this world are far weaker than in yours. Magic would also be more limited.
A Fey is not powerful by default. A Nymph would be a lesser spirit of nature. I guess there could be more ancient nymphs dwelling deeper in the forrest.

Good start for the story, please keep writing

I will

The battle slightly reminds me of one of my Cara stories, but also not quite the same, Cara's bow is a challenge for her to use, and that is how she likes it, makes each arrow hit as hard as her muscles are able to pull the magical bow string back

I think it was influenced by Cara. I took a quick look again after writing the rough outline and noticed the similarities. Cara was also fighting in a clearing, and also against Orcs.
Was on the Verge of rewriting it, but maybe it is more interesting this way: Same premise, different execution.

As for the bow the idea is: it is not carved and glued and formed from dead wood, but is grown and still alive. While pulled back it supports the users draw and once released the arms move forward with more force than Elearielle could ever put into it with muscle power.

Tasty cake (I enjoyed the story so far)

[Vela Nanashi]

Hammerspace: the bag of holding thing basically another name for it TvTropes: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Hammerspace

That is a cool take on the living wood thing, it is also popular in dwarf fortress the elves there grow their armour and arms etc from living wood iirc

Yeah magic in my worlds/stories tends to be on the extreme end even for say dungeons and dragons that also has high magic.

No need to rewrite just because we have similar ideas for the combat or other things for that matter

Also Cara used swords with the weight changing magic, so she gets them up to speed while they are light as feathers and then make them weigh more than a storm giant, through their magic they keep their speed though, so they hit with a lot of force, that was why armour was kind of meaningless, as was bone and weapons etc

Also about Cara's bow, it is more magic than material, the bow string appears, as does the arrows, and the arrows are temporary creation magic, and vanish after a short while, though they exist long enough to do damage, and then by vanishing they improve bleeding rate of victims hit by them, as the arrow is not there anymore to block the flow.

I honestly don't even mind if people copy something even closer and add just whatever flair they want to things, like if anyone wants to, they could borrow the toys and situation in Seraphina and just have their own character there and describe basically the same thing, I don't mind though I suppose I prefer that authors make the ideas their own like you have

Cara and Elearielle are very different elves and that is cool