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The cold light from the moon shone down on the dull and empty campsite in the lush forest. Resting beside the campfire was a wood elf, Scylla. A paladin with antler like horns devoted to protecting the light and nature of the world, and seeking revenge on those who would oppose the ancient ways of her knightly order. She had just finished setting up her camp, a small cloth tent pitched up beside her small and warm fire. It wasn’t necessary, the season was still warm but the heat from the kindling flames filled her with comfort. Scylla could rest beside this fire for days. Taking in the calming sounds of the leaves rustling in the gentle winds, the heat from the fire against her skin, the smell of burning wood and the beautiful forest she was surrounded by. It felt homely.
As she sat by the fire Scylla started to remove the belts and buckles of her plate armor. Stripping it off her body to inspect the wounds and bruises from previous battles. Scars from daggers and razor sharp teeth scattered across of body. She was surprised to see how quickly her body had been healing. No fresh wounds to patch up, just the remnants and memories from her years of fighting. Perhaps the healing magic she was capable of was getting stronger than she had previously anticipated. With little left to heal she saved her strength to get a proper and well deserved rest. Lying on her small cot and staring up at the dazzling stars above, until falling into a peaceful sleep.
The snap of a branch woke Scylla up suddenly. Immediately shooting up from her cot, the threat of an ambush quickly filled her heart with dread as she tried to reach for her sword. The assassin was too quick, a heavy weight collapsed onto Scyllas body as she was pinned down to the ground. The paladin could easily throw the person off her, they barley weight a thing, but a dagger had been pressed harshly against the base of her throat. The blade sharp and nearly drawing blood with how deep it was against her skin. A pale figure with equally pale eyes surrounded by darkness, as if they hadn’t slept in a hundred years. She looked ghostly in nature, staring Scylla down like a predator that had just captured their prey. A changeling woman, only a face with features like that could be a changeling. She expertly pressed her down, but Scylla easily twice her size in height and muscle. The changelings knee pressed against her stomach, faces inches apart from each other as she spoke, her breathing getting was cold and her voice was faint.
“I would’ve killed you in your sleep, but I’m not going through the hassle of carrying that armor to a blacksmith. So tell me where you keep your coin and I’ll consider sparing your life”
Scylla stared up at her, putting on a terrified and helpless face to try and sympathize with the ghost. She was rather good at deceiving, lying through her teeth
“I-it’s in my bag, in the tent. Please just take it, I promise I won’t cause any trouble miss”
The ghostly woman stared into her eyes, pressing her dagger a little deeper against her neck before pulling back. She let her weight be lifted off Scylla, who quickly took advantage of the moment. She grabbed the assassins leg and wrist, throwing her off with ease. Without the weight of her armor holding her down Scylla swiftly grappled the woman, crushing her wrist in her hand and forcing her to drop the dagger. The two wrestling and throwing each other around the campsite. The assassin was quick and nimble, resorting to quick jabs and using Scylla’s weight against her, easily tripping and tumbling with her. But the paladin was much larger and stronger, each misstep the changeling took resulted in a powerful slam of Scyllas fist against her body, or a relentless grab that would end up with her being thrown and slammed into the dirt.
The swung and wrestled and fought for a few minutes, both breathless and wounded until one had overpowered the other. Scylla had the girls skull pressed down against the ground. Her hands wrapped tightly around her pale throat, keeping her pinned. Left unable to do anything against the much stronger paladin. Her breathes starting to fade, multiple bruises would surely be on her body from being ragdolled around, with a drop of blood dripping from her now cut lip. Her head was pounding as it felt like Scylla was crushing her head down into the ground. Her lungs felt empty as she desperately tried to breathe. She finally begged for the paladin to have mercy. Her voice was hoarse and quiet, she wasn’t sure the paladin could even hear her pathetic pleas. But she begged with such desperation and fear that it might reach Scyllas heart.
Scylla, while not nearly as injured as her opponent, had a few small cuts from the dagger and faint bruises from any punch the changeling was able to land. But those wounds would be easily healed. The paladins breath was quick as her heart pounded with rage, she would not let such a frail assassin best her while she slept. There was no honor in such a fight, she could easily crush her neck, hell her whole body if she so wished. Filled with anger and the thrill of battle, she naturally found her hands fitting around the woman throat, choking her out and staring her into the eyes as she did it. Then the woman pleaded, begged for mercy. The sweat and blood on her pale face. Eyes open wide as her faint voice begged Scylla to spare her life. She could catch a glimpse of tears as the woman pleaded. Her heart finally calming, as Scylla realized the intent of her opponent. A desperate thief, just needing some coin. The changeling probably could’ve killed her in her sleep, but she didn’t take her life, she was desperate for money.
Scylla let go of the woman’s throat, and got off her body. The assassin gasped, choking on her own breath as she tried to fill her lungs again. Left coughing and gasping for air on the floor with tears streaming down her cheeks. Scylla just watched, carefully keeping an eye on her incase she tried anything funny. She had kicked the assassin dagger away in the midst of their fight, and was sure she had no other weapon hidden away, but she had to be sure.
The air was now painfully still. The once calming and relaxing scent in the forest air now filled with anticipation and tension between the rogue and paladin. Scylla and the changeling were sat by the fire now, staring at the embers together. She could tell that the changeling didn’t expect her to spare her life, let alone let her stay by the fire with her. If the pale woman would spend the night by her, she might as well make conversation.
“What’s your name?”
The assassin was silent, a bit surprised to hear anything from Scylla.
“Ghost.”
Scylla couldn’t help but chuckle, earning her a sharp stare of disapproval.
“Sorry it’s just, a bit on the nose isn’t it? Did an angsty little child give you that name, or is it a theatric meant to scare people?”
Ghost rolled her eyes, hugging her knees tightly to her chest. She tried not to bring attention to her bruises and probably fractured ribs, but her shakey motions wouldn’t go unnoticed by Scylla.
“You are injured, much more than I intended. Your body is rather small and frail, almost killed you with a single blow didn’t I?”
She clearly didn’t approve of the joke, looking rather annoyed if anything. Scylla lifted her body off the dirt and moved over next to Ghost. The paladin could tell she was almost as arrogant and stubborn as she was, and wouldn’t let injuries like that stop her from trying to steal from someone else.
“Remove your clothes”
Ghost quickly shot a look to her, eyes wide as she scooted away. The sudden movement causing a wince of pain in her chest
“E-excuse me?”
“I need to inspect your injuries. Remove your clothes so I may tend to them”
The tension in the air was more palpable now than ever. Ghost might’ve preferred if Scylla had just crushed her throat in her hands. She knew better than to fight a paladin on such a matter, and hesitantly began to remove her top. Removing her black poncho, leather gloves, and white shirt. Her waist high pants left unbuckled around her midriff, with a cloth haphazardly wrapped around her chest. She preferred to remain somewhat dressed in front of Scylla. For now.
Scylla watched carefully as Ghost removed her clothing. Taking notice of just how ale this woman was. She was like ash, or chalk. Her skin was dry. She was small, skinny, but lean. No fat and only muscle, clearly athletic but her diet must’ve been terrible. Unlike herself, there were little scars or bruises, other than the very fresh ones she had just left. With skin so pale the bruising was as obvious as a dragon in their own lair. Once Ghost had undressed herself Scylla got down on her knees, looking for a nod of approval before she put her hands on the thief’s body.
Her hands were much gentler than ghost would’ve thought. Scylla clearly knew what she was doing as she inspected Ghosts body. Feeling each bruise, her hands tracing them along her skin before the tips of her fingers ran just under the wraps around Ghosts chest. Along her ribs, she winced in pain and heard a very faint crack. Her rib was broken, possibly some internal bleeding.
“I.. don’t suppose you know of a healer nearby?”
Scylla smirked as she pressed her palm down on her broken rib. Ghost gasped out in a sharp pain before she started to feel, warm. Scylla’s hand giving off a warm magical glow as she begun to heal her injury. It only took a matter of a few seconds before that deep pain in her chest subsided, and faded away. Ghost looked stunned, unsure of what to say. She thought of Scylla as just a brutish knight, surprised to see any magical capabilities from someone like her.
“What? Did you think I just wanted to see you undress for nothing?”
They giggled together, ghost now feeling her rib at disbelief that Scylla would do such a thing for her. For an assassin that had threatened to take her life mere minutes ago.
“Thank you Scylla… I am, very appreciative of the warmth you have given me”
“It’s nothing really, I can do that every day. It takes a bit of energy but I’ll get that back once I rest. And if I wanted you dead I would’ve crushed you in my hands, not let you succumb to injuries”
That tension in the air was dying down, letting a different kind of tension brew between then two. Scylla’s hand still against the changelings skin. Staring into each other’s eyes. Ghost couldn’t deny that she was starting to feel a different kind of warmth brewing inside of her. A knot in her stomach as she stared at this tall, muscular woman. Scylla couldn’t deny it either. Ghost felt so soft in her hands, the way her frail and small figure fit around her body when they had wrestled and fought, it felt so natural to want her. Their cheeks flushed as they stared, glancing at each other’s lips as they sat together. Listen to the crackling of the fire and the rustling leaves above.
“You are um… a very good fighter Scylla”
“Oh I’m good at a lot of things, little ghost”
Ghost felt her stomach drop and her legs close as she saw the charming look on Scylla’s face. That heat building inside her as her mind started to go blank. Scylla moving to straddle ontop of her, sitting on her lap and staring her down. She felt so small and vulnerable with the paladin looking above her. Something about it was starting to grind her gears in just the right way.
Now sitting in her lap, Scylla felt so much more powerful than when she was throwing Ghost around. Turning such a confident foe into a mess of emotions and embarrassment. She had conquered many great monsters and enemies in her past, now she wanted to conquer her. She wanted to claim her. Scylla’s hand felt up ghosts body, gliding up her stomach and teasing her thumb under then bindings around her chest. She could feel how heavy her heart was beating, so nervous and pent up. Clearly starved of any kind of touch and affection, Scylla would surely overwhelm her.
“You need coin, don’t you little ghost? I have coin to give but a little work may need to be done to earn it”
Ghost met her eyes, nodding her head slowly as she understood. She would’ve let Scylla take her body for free, but getting paid for it was all the better.
“You want to have sex with me?”
“More than that. I want to claim you.”
Scylla spoke bluntly, making her goals clear. She wanted Ghost. Wanted to touch her and taste her and break her body. To make her scream and cry and whimper and beg. It had been a long time since she had dominated someone outside the battlefield, and Ghost was so perfect. The shape of her body and face, the exact opposite of Scylla, a perfect mirror to her own physique. Like two shapes that fit perfectly together. Oh how she wanted to sink her teeth into her body.
Ghost felt that heat, that need, building quickly between her legs. Oh how she wanted to let this woman hold her and taste her. Ghost was not the kind of person to fuck for gold, but something about the way Scylla spoke drove her mad with desire. The way her large hands felt her body, oh she was starving for her touch. She desperately needed to be touched the way Scylla had touched her. The paladin had only touched her bare skin for a moment, but she was hungry for such more.
They wasted little time pondering about it, both grabbing each others cheeks and pulling themselves into a deep and heated kiss. Ghosts tongue hastily entering Scylla’s mouth, filling the woods with the sounds of muffled moans as they ravaged each others bodies. Both clawing and pulling at one another’s clothes to see the other bare and naked. It was much easier for Scylla, with ghost already halfway there she undid the bindings around the pale girls chest before anything was removed from her. Ghost had tried to remove Scylla’s shirt but before she could her chest was out, and Scylla’s mouth had other priorities. Her lips traveling down her throat, biting and kissing down Ghosts collar and to her breasts.
She couldn’t help but moan out as Scylla took her tits and tasted them. Groping her body as she left hickeys along her skin. Leaving trails of saliva and bite marks all over her chest. Ghost held the paladins head in her hands, her head thrown back and mouth left open. Moaning and gasping freely as she was pleasured. She felt a hand slipping under the waist of her pants and between her legs. She tried to close them tight but Scylla’s hand easily slipped between her thighs and harshly pressed against the damp spot on her underwear.
“My my you are so easily aroused. Don’t worry little ghost, I’ll fuck you exactly how you need”
That confidence just got ghost even more desperate. Scylla didn’t even bother removing the changelings pants. She moved her underwear to the side and felt her soaking lips. Even the faintest of touches made Ghost moan out Scylla’s name.
“Oh keep whining like that and I’ll give you a nice tip”
Scylla’s finger teased around the woman’s clit, making her squirm and whine in desperation. Oh how Scylla’s wanted to make her scream. Her lips now traveling down her stomach, kissing just above her crotch as she stared into those pale eyes. Ghost screamed out as she felt the paladins fingers push inside. Filling her like she had never felt before. Her fingers were so much longer and thicker than her own. It was driving her mad. She couldn’t help but rock her hips against Scylla’s fingers
“Scylla.. oh fuck darling please”
Scylla giggled and bite her, still staring into those pale eyes as she let Ghost desperately rut against her fingers. She was already soaking, and would assuredly need a new pair of pants and underwear by the time Scylla was done with her
“It must’ve been a long time since you were properly taken care of. Not to worry, you are in very good hands now slut”
Scylla started moving her fingers, pressing them deep inside of Ghosts leaking cunt. It made her writhe in pleasure. Scylla needing to put her arm over her waist to keep her body still, she needed to fuck her thoroughly
“Oh gods! Scylla!”
Ghost could feel her orgasm building up, faster than she had ever made herself cum. The way her cunt felt with Scylla’s fingers stretching her wide. How Scylla filled her, how her fingers hit deep inside her aching need. She was a wet, moaning, desperate mess. Her body shaking and her throat getting sore from how she was howling her pleasures to the world. Then she felt empty. Her cunt wrapped around nothing as she quickly looked down between her legs to see Scylla licking her slick of her long fingers.
“I don’t want to break you so soon sweetheart, I said I would fuck you properly”
Scylla sat up, grabbing onto Ghosts small waist and yanking her closer. Their hips slamming together making her whine out at just that little bit of more contact. Scylla looked over her, it was threatening, in a dominant way. Just now in Ghosts head it clicked. Scylla wasn’t just going to fuck her and let it be down. She was really going to claim her, tease her and use her body beyond what she thought possible. She was going to dominate her. She was going to rail her until she saw stars.
Scylla finally started to remove her own clothes. As Ghost reached to help the paladin slapped her cunt harshly. Her hips bucked up into the air as she let out a pathetically needy scream. Her eyes fell open in surprise as to how much she enjoyed being hit like that
“Keep your hands to yourself. If you want to get paid you’ll do as I say, do you understand?”
“Yeah I under-“
Scylla smacked her hand down on Ghosts throbbing cunt again. Leaving her shaking and writhing once again
“Is that anyway to talk to me slut?”
Ghost was panting, swallowing her own breath as she looked into Scylla’s eyes
“N-no ma’am”
“Good girl”
Scylla slowly caressed her hand on her sore and wet lips, trying to soothe the pain she had just caused before resuming to get them both stripped down. Ghost was staring the entire time, she couldn’t keep her eyes off Scylla’s body. How large and muscular she was. Her arms and abs, her whole body was like that of an angelic warrior. Once both of them were bare Scylla wrapped her hands around Ghosts body and sat her up in her lap
“How many times have you been fucked before little Ghost”
Ghost suddenly felt much more, vulnerable. Not in the way that made her feel needy, but in a way that made her feel like Scylla would rather sleep with someone more experienced than her. Scylla quickly noticed the ashamed and scared look on her pale face and gently cradled her cheek in her hand
“Am I your first?”
Ghost nodded, trying her best not to make any eye contact. Scylla leaned in closer and gently kissed her lips, it was so much gentler this time. Her lips were soft, the way she held ghosts body felt so much more protective and romantic
“That is nothing to be ashamed of, are you alright with how I have been treating you? I do not have to be so rough with you if you do not wish”
“N-no please I.. I want this… gods I want this so badly Scylla..”
Scylla giggled softly and kissed her temple, cupping her cheeks in both hands was she stared lovingly into her eyes
“Then I will give you what you need my little Ghost”
Their lips met once again. Filled with just as much need and desire as their first, but less spiteful. More loving, caring. It started slow, focused, slowly devouring each other until their need started to take over. Ghosts need to be touched and Scylla’s need to touch overwhelming one another. They started to helpless grind against one another, moaning into each others mouths as they clutched onto each others bodies. Holding each other tightly as their cunts rubbed against each other, Ghost soaking Scylla’s lap with her slick need. When their lips broke apart they gasped and moaned together, staring into each others eyes as they humped against each other
“T-that’s it darling, you need me. You need me so fucking bad it makes you look so pathetic”
Scylla spanked Ghosts ass and yanked her closer, gripping onto her body tightly as she started to kiss and bite at her pale neck. Letting Ghost grinding and hump pathetically against her body. But just as she got closer to her orgasm Scylla’s grip tightened, and stopped her from reaching her peak. She whined out much louder this time, begging for Scylla to make her cum. Gods that turned her own so much.
“Now now, remember I will fuck you properly and you will behave. Once I say you can cum, you will get to cum. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes ma’am..”
Ghost was panting, sweat dripping down her forehead and chest. Her legs shaking as yet another one of her orgasms had been denied. She loved and hated Scylla for it, but she knew she would be rewarded for doing as the paladin said.
Scylla easily lifted Ghost up by her ass, legs wrapping around her waist as she carried her to the tent. It was much cozier in her, would make for a much more comfortable experience than out by the fire. Scylla’s tent was warm, a lamp with a small flickering flame in the corner. With many blankets and pillows covering the area, like a cosy little nest she had built for herself. Scylla set Ghost down in the middle of the tent, kneeling over her lap. With their height difference Ghosts face was nearly against her cunt. Scylla gently caressed her cheek, staring down at her with a devilish smirk
“Open your mouth.”
Ghost was unsure what Scylla was going to do, but obeyed anyway. Staring up at her and opening her mouth. Scylla moved her hand lower down her cheek and her thumb pressed down on her tongue. Then felt around her mouth, her teeth. Eventually two of Scylla’s fingers were in her mouth and pushed deep down her throat, making her gag. Scylla pulled her saliva covered fingers out and spit in Ghosts mouth
“Good girl”
Every time Scylla said those words it made Ghost desperate to follow her every word. She smiled softly and slowly leaned down, pressing her lips to Scylla’s cunt. She moaned out in shock, not expecting Ghost to get so ahead of herself, but she didn’t mind. She hummed in approval and ran her fingers through ghosts white hair
“Getting ahead of yourself? Don’t worry you can keep going. Eat me out slut”
Ghost happily obliged. Her hands shooting up to grasp onto Scylla’s hips as she pressed her lips harshly to her cunt. Her tongue and lips desperately tasting her, like she hadn’t eaten in days. So hungry to hear Scylla moan, to taste her slick and to make her cum
“Oh yes darling.. t-that’s so good”
Scylla moaned softly, she wasn’t usually loud, but Ghost was shockingly good with her tongue. It felt so relaxing to have her cunt be devoured by someone so desperate and determined. She didn’t want Ghost to stop. She grabbed the back of her head tightly and pulled her closer
“Y-you will make me cum.. k-keep going and don’t stop baby”
Ghost moaned against her cunt, happily devouring her lover. Her lips and tongue focusing on her clit while she slowly pushed two fingers inside of Scylla’s now dripping cunt. The noises that left Scylla’s mouth after that just made her more desperate. Curling her fingers inside her cunt while she sucked and kissed her cunt like a hungry animal. She could feel Scylla’s cunt dripping down her fingers and chin as she drove her closer and closer to her orgasm
“Fuck! G-ghost! Oh gods yes! Fuck!”
Scylla screamed out as she came, her cum drenching Ghosts face and hand as she helped her ride out her orgasm. Her legs started to feel limp and her head felt light as her orgasm started to die down. Ghosts gently held her and helped her sit down in her lap. Her breathing was heavy and rapid as she tried to catch her breath
“Was that to your liking ma’am?”
Ghost spoke out in a snarky and rather bratty tone as she gently ran her hands along Scylla’s hips
“Don’t get all.. smart with me. I’m still not done with you””
They both giggled and held each other for a moment. Letting Scylla regain her composure before the slow and deep make out started again. Scylla pushing Ghost down onto her back. Groping and caressing her body while grinding against her once again. She knew it would get Ghost all needy and riled up again, and she loved to tease her. Scylla broke away from her lips and pressed her hand down on her chest to keep her still
“You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, so I think it’s time you get what you need”
Ghost rolled her head back, letting out a sigh of relief as she tried not to get to antsy. As soon as she felt Scylla playing with her breasts again she couldn’t help but moan. Feeling her hands and teeth against her perky tits, it nearly made her scream. Scylla continued to tease her body until she begged.
“What was that darling? Couldn’t quite hear you”
“P-please..”
Scylla spanked her cunt once more, causing Ghosts hips to jolt up and for her to scream in pain and pleasure
“Fuck! S-Scylla fuck me! P-please god I need to cum”
Scylla smirked and spit on her fingers before quickly pressing them deep inside Ghosts cunt. Moaning out as she was filled with her fingers once again. She felt so tight around Scylla’s fingers, so she started slow, gentle. Slowly curling and rocking her fingers back and forth, obviously hitting Ghost in a good spot. She couldn’t help but whine out all her desires every time Scylla hit her g spot.
Ghost was such a mess, her cunt had been through so much teasing and denying that she was just a complete mess. Shaking and squirming with every thrust of Scylla’s fingers. Unable to hold back her moans and please for more. She felt Scylla spitting on her cunt again, and a third finger push inside her. Scylla made sure to move slow, but it stretch Ghosts cunt. It hurt so fucking good. Ghost gripped down on the blankets under them as she screamed out in pleasure. She would take all three fingers so well, adjusting to their length and thickness for she would feel them thrusting inside again.
“Fuck.. baby.. oh god Scylla please.. don’t stop please..”
Scylla pressed her lips against Ghosts swollen clit. Tasting her as she finger fucked her slowly. Her other arm had to hold her hips in place, Ghost couldn’t keep still. She was a writhing mess of a slut. Nearing her orgasm as she started to fucked her harder. Pushing her fingers deep inside her leaking cunt, she knew Ghost would cum any second, and she wouldn’t stop. Ghost broke so easily. Soaking Scylla in her need as she fucked her faster, thinking she would stop once her orgasm died down. But she didn’t
“S-Scylla! O-oh gods Scylla I-I came! Fuck!”
“Oh I know darling, but I’m fucking you properly.”
Scylla didn’t let up, she was ruthless and desperate to truly break Ghosts body. Never giving Ghost a chance to relax as she devoured and broke her body. Fingers pounding and her clit being overstimulated so much she couldn’t help but cum over and over again. Her mind going numb with her body as she was relentlessly fucked beyond her every desire. She didn’t know how much time had past, how many times she had came. She probably passed out during the last one because all ghost could remember after being completely and utterly ruined was being snuggled up to Scylla’s side. Her legs were still shaking, like she had just been pulled out of a frozen lake. She felt so sticky and wet between her legs, her heart was pounding fast and she was still breathing heavily. She could barely think, so exhausted and tired she just wanted Scylla to hold her close, and pass out in her arms.