Going Feet First Ch. 02

Sometime after the Elf's glow had gone out and it was assumed everyone had gone to sleep, Petra's ears shifted to the slight rustle of leaves. There was some hastened breathing and soft murmurs in Elvish tongue from both her companions. The Shadow Stalker's eyes opened, but with there being no actual source of light, her ears quickly took charge. Only an arm length separated her from her Master and his Elf, and it was too close for her current comfort.

Petra silently lifted herself up and moved along the bed of green leaves without so much as a crinkle. Neither of the other two seemed to notice as she moved over to the cave wall, sitting up against the rock as she aimed her ears in the direction of the rustling bed.

The two murmured, obviously trying to be quiet, but for what purpose?

At the very moment the question came to mind, Petra heard the unbuckling of the Elf's breastplate, the metal gently touching down on the floor. Next came an odd metal clicking, followed by a familiar rustle of dropping pants. A few more words were exchanged, the smooching of lips, then finally, the stifled squeal and a flash of her golden aura. The momentary light showing little Celia straddling Galen's lap, him sitting up and kissing her as she descended upon his cock before the cave was dark again.

The innocent Elf was so no longer.

The two lovers paused for a minute, allowing her to adjust to their union. During this break, Petra slowly began untying the cloth wraps covering her breasts. She felt a surge of relief through her chest as her bust finally swung free of its linen confinement. Cool air breathing through her cleavage never felt so nice, especially after a hot day of walking and what looked to be an even hotter display ahead of her. When the cloth covering her sex fell to the floor, several excited drops fell with them.

The action had just begun.

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"Celia..." Galen whispered near breathlessly.

The Elf grinned at his uttering of her name as she gently pushed him down onto his back, the cool air around them in stark contrast to the body heat she shared with her love beneath her. She leaned in for her nose to brush with his as his member throbbed within her body. Though she couldn't see it in the darkness, she could feel her clouded white eyes lock with his ocean blues. Staggered breath warmed her chin, and she closed her arms around his ribs, lips coming in for another moment as his hands coasted down her back.

Goosebumps traced her skin as his fingers came up underneath her thighs and took hold of her bottom as he drew back from her dripping sex and pushed in again. An immense heat came off her body as her aura sparked up and she bit down on her lower lip. A groan escaped her as she shifted her body to adjust for this new intrusion. Zapping tingles shot through her chest as her erect nipples rubbed against his, her hips bucking lighting as his cock moved with her slightest change of position.

His hands coasted down then, taking a firm grip of her thighs to keep them stationary as he pushed his member deeper into her sex. Quivering with excitement, Celia tightened up her embrace as her hips began to move in time with his, dropping down as he came up. The smooth ride on his dick had her dripping from her folds, keeping him slick as her muscles clenched down upon him.

"Celia," he whispered again, settling his face in the crook of her neck just as she did.

A soft moan slipped the Elf's lips as he went a little faster, her body shuddering as her core tensed up even more. She could feel her tract act on its own, sucking in on his shaft and pressing in on his head to make him shudder and gasp. The ecstasy of their union stealing any possibility of catching the subtle movements of the Neko in the corner.

Each thrust brought a new round of joyed tears streaming down Celia's face. Her body hungrily taking in his love deeper with every thrust. Her Galen was nothing short of everything she had dreamed of growing up. After the countless decades she had spent waiting for this moment, not a single thing disappointed her, and not second was wasted. Every muscle reactively tensed as he helped stroke her pleasure ever higher, her mind ascending to a state of delighted bliss.

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The improved visibility from Celia's glowing aura gave Petra's night-vision full effect in the cave. She watched with a hunger as the Elf bucked her hips up and down upon her master's cock, kissing him passionately as he caressed her sides, oblivious to everything but his lover.

Petra's sly grin paired with gleaming eyes as two fingers dove into her aching pussy, her obsidian clit squeezed between her middle digits. When her inner thighs became slick with juice, her other hand grappled onto her breast, pricking her nipples in between her claws. It didn't take long before her controlled breathing to become lustful pants as she worked her pleasure points, imagining herself in the Elf's place.

Celia sat up on Galen's rod, rocking her hips back and forth as her glow intensified. Her head was hanging back, hair draped over her back and bouncing in time with her breasts.

Blood pounding in her ears, Petra slid her eyes shut, fantasizing her master coming in atop her... pressing her head down into soft sheets... jerking her hips up high.

He would keep her hands locked behind her back, his grip merciless as he came up behind her. Warm fingers would toy with her clit, but only enough to make her wet before the fingers were swapped with his penis. With one hand keeping her wrists locked together, the other holding firm to her breasts, he penetrated her in full. There would be no gentle touch, or soft kisses, there would be only the fierce pounding of her love canal. His hips would slap against her backside, fast and hard, tenderizing her bottom with each impact.

Had he any claws, she'd want them digging into her back, just enough to stimulate her nerves and maybe draw a little blood. Had he a tail, she'd want it toying with her clit, as hers would be playing around with his sack. When he had her begging for more, screeching for release, he would snatch her hair up and pull her head back. The pace with which he thrust into her with would pick up, pounding her sweet, little pussy until he sunk his cock in as deep as he could, his seed pouring into her womb.

Petra's thighs closed in on her hand as an eruption of sweet juices coated her fingers. She couldn't stop her hips from quaking as orgasm rocked her entire lower body. Desperately searching for a brace, her feet slipped. Another plunge with her fingers had her sucking in the deepest breath she could with her eyes spreading wide. Electric shocks prickled her erect nipples under her playful hand before her release finally came to an end.

Without a sound to give her away, Petra cleared both her lungs and her mind. This was the point where things would settle down between them. Where he would nestle up beside her, whisper wonderful things in her ear, and fall asleep with arms around her, maybe even still playing with her. The passionate scene of this fantasy crossed Petra's mind, making the stale air around her body seem that much colder.

Perhaps I really wouldn't kill him... she thought, watching as the other two continued.

A high-pitched hum escaped Celia as she rode Galen with a vengeance. One of his hands was planted on her breast while the other clung to her vulva, stroking a thumb over her clit. For such a frail thing, she had quite the sex drive and reserve of energy. Both her buttocks squeezed together every time she bounced her hips upward, massaging his cock with the insides of her cunt.

"Si jil..." she whispered.

"Sen av..." he answered, his breathing becoming even more unsteady.

With a smirk and silent giggle, Petra began a slow crawl over to her bed.

Galen was thrusting more furiously as Celia bent down to come in for another kiss. He plunged his full length inside her and held for a moment; she moaned into his mouth as his cock shuddered between the petals of her sex. He drew back and thrust back in a few times, his whole body quaking before his muscles let go and he lay flat on the bed. Dribbles of cream rolled down Celia's inner thighs as she collapsed onto his chest, her aura going out like a candle.

Listening to their soft pants and whispers, the smooches and the pleasured sighs, Petra coiled up and shut her eyes. Before slipping off into her dream, she said in a quiet voice just loud enough for both of them to hear, "Good night, Master."

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The warm current of the River High flowed smoothly over Galen's lap as he sat in the waters under the morning sun. His gear was back on the shore hanging in a tree as he swirled his uniform around in the water. A red glow spread across his cheeks as a nude Petra broke out from under the surface, a fish trapped in her jaws while another lay limp in her hand. That long braid her hair had been in was now undone, the steel band that held it together sitting on the shore.

Now that is was free of its intricate twists and designs, Galen could finally see how long the Neko's hair was. Though her bodily fur was rather thin, her black hair descended past her hip to her upper thighs. One could only imagine the nightmare brushing it would be as she stepped out from the water, putting her full body on display as she tossed her second catch over to Galen.

The Private caught the blue-scaled trout and flipped it over in his hands. Claw marks sunk into its forehead, so it was certainly dead, but those four thin eyes it had made him shy away from it. As little as the wildlife changed compared to Earth, it had still changed.

Galen glanced over to Petra, who'd just taken a bite from her catch before she wrung out her hair, preparing to braid it again. For a moment he wondered if Celia would be back soon from her morning trip to gather up some greens. She had promised to stay near the shore, and sure enough, he caught a glimpse of her white cloak a hundred yards downstream with an armful of flowers in hand.

A sudden, dizzy feeling came over him as his new vision took its time settling in. Nausea shifted in his gut, making him lose his appetite and toss his fish ashore. Using his helmet, he scooped up some river water and took a long drink, sighing as he looked up into the blue sky.

"I wonder when Necela is gonna come back," he said aloud.

Finishing her braid, Petra clamped her steel circlet around the end of her hair, giving it a final twist to get the last few drops out. "Our goddess works in mysterious ways. She is said to only appear when something threatens the balance of the world, never bothering herself with anything that would not impact all of Raska, or at least an entire province."

The Neko turned to him, running a hand down her arms to force some water out of her fur. "But given that, she is the ruler of night, and only shows herself then. This 'Pretayus' must have something to disrupt or absorb magic in order to catch a Tree Elf and keep our goddess from sensing him outright."

His mouth tightening up, he said, "Possibly. Ain't gonna do him no good in the long run. I'll catch 'im eventually and put a well-earned bullet in his head; end his shit once an' for all."

He poured out his helmet over his head, wiping the dirt off his face and out from the growing stubble. Snatching up his clothes and following Petra out of the water and toward the treeline where his equipment sat. The soldier was ringing out his uniform and T-shirt as he stepped into the shade, not worrying about his pants as he'd been wearing them when he went into the water. Once his clothes were no longer dripping, he threw them on and started to don his gear, starting with his webbing, then his money belt, helmet, boots, and then the miscellaneous goods he kept in his pockets.

As he did up the last buttons of his tunic, he glanced over to the assassin beside him. Watching with a red tint to his cheeks as she finished up the knot of her waist-wrap. It had been an awkward moment waking that morning, knowing she overheard everything that had happened between him and Celia. But the Neko didn't even seem to care; she had only given him a playful smirk and headed for the river.

That move on Petra's part made the morning-after chat with Celia that much comfier for him. Odd thing was, for Galen at least, Celia didn't mind the audience. Growing up watching her sisters sleeping with a male, or each other, in full view of the clan seemed to numb her sense of privacy.

Not that he had any complaints.

Pulling on his pack and slinging his rifle, Galen stepped out into the sunlight and picked his fish off the ground. When Petra glanced curiously between his face and the trout-looking thing, hungrily licking her lips, the Private grinned and tossed it to her.

"Here, eat. When you're done, grab the rest of the gear and let's collect Celia to start headin' out. Maybe we can find the last of them fuckers and head to Redding proper."

It only took a second for Petra to slice the fish open and tear out the white meat, discarding the rest as she grabbed the shotgun and ammo bags.

Downstream, Celia took notice of her approaching companions. She waved, then shoved her face into the flowers in her hands to inhale their wonderful mix of scents to enhance her post-coitus high. With a bit of chanting, excited twirls, and a brightly glowing body, an entire patch of thorn-less roses bloomed around her for her to fall into. The air around her was simply joyous as she settled into her flowerbed with her golden smile wider than it had ever been.

She giggled to herself and pulled a rose closer to her face, sighing as her sex tingled with the memory of the love she enjoyed last night.

It happened! she thought with another giggle. My purity is his and his love is mine. Galen Martin is mine...

Rolling around in her summoned flowers, the Elf sang a harmonious Elven love song aloud with her body shining even brighter every time she looked Galen's way. Knowing he would there soon, she took one last lung-full of sweet scents from her bouquet before twirling up to her feet and tossing what she held to the sky.

But then something caught her attention.

She turned toward the tree line with a cocked brow. Confusion struck her for a second as she stepped curiously toward it. Stopping for a moment, she squinted at whatever it might be. But when a hulking figure shifted in front her, a hot mix of fear and adrenaline shot her heart into overdrive.

"GALEN!" she cried, suddenly running full tilt toward him.

A lasso shot out from the bush, sweeping over her body and coiling around her ankles. There was only a second for her to scream before she hit the ground, clawing the dirt as she was pulled back into the trees.

The soldier shouted her name as he dashed toward the bush where his love had disappeared from view. He didn't have time to ready his rifle when a knife sailed out from the trees. The cold steel blade sunk into his gut, slicing through his muscle and striking his back bone.

Only a few yards behind, Petra watched as a Human wearing a combination of leather and mail armor leapt from the bush. A belt full of long, flat blades perfect for throwing hung across his waist. In his hands were two more of his knives, drawn back and ready to throw. As swift as he'd been, though, he never had the chance to dodge before a body of fur, fury, and claws pounced down upon him.

Galen hit the ground on all fours, eyes wide and mouth gaping as he clutched the blade sunk handle-deep into his stomach. Air couldn't quite make it into his lungs, his heart thundered in his chest, and his body wouldn't respond. Every ounce of his strength was spent looking up to where Celia had been moments before.

A Lycan stepped out from the trees, the wolf man hauling a bound Celia over his shoulder. More men were with him, two Humans, another Lycan... and Pretayus. Galen saw the mop of long, black hair, the remnants of his rich scarlet silk robe hanging over plate armor, a red bandage wrapped around his right hand and another covered his right ear.

There was a smile on Pretayus' face now, a face Galen now fought so hard to memorize. His slim jaw. A furrowed brow over large, unforgiving eyes. A scarred cheek. The crook in his short nose.

Almost sixty yards off and Galen could spot his crooked nose.

A metallic taste washed over Galen's tongue as he coughed out a crimson spatter over the ground. The strength that kept him propped up on all fours was failing. He leaned off to one side and rolled onto his back to prevent himself from coming down on the knife. Prickling sensations started stabbing his chest just as his breath became harder and harder to force out his lungs. Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead as his whole body began to tremble.

"Galen!" Petra shrieked.

Fresh gore dripping from her claws, the Neko was at his side in a second, hands pressing down around the knife wound. Eyes glued to what protruded from his belly, Galen raised a clammy hand, and Petra grabbed onto it. With what strength he had, he gripped her and held on tight as he continued to stare at the knife in his gut.

"Don't die... don't die..." Petra said, wiping a tear from her eye. "You're too varkoltid to die!"

Struggling for his next breath, Galen looked up at Petra, watching her watery eyes feed the streams rolling down her cheeks.

I'm not dying today, he thought as he raised a dimly glowing hand to his belly.

"Pull. This. Thing. Out of me..." he grunted.

She didn't give a moment's hesitation to rip the blade from his body, a surge of crimson life spilling out from the wound. However, the pain he was expecting didn't come, the moment of the offending blade leaving his body completely numb to his senses. All he could truly feel at that moment was cold.

Hand now glowing, he pressed his leaf-tattooed palm to his belly, fighting to work his lungs as he began to chant in Elvish, "Undo the d-d-damage... d-d-done."

Warm magic swelled inside. He could feel the red streams pouring over his lips and run down his chin. But as he fought for the words, the warmth inside him started going cold, replaced an icy touch swirling around his wound. Choking on his own life as it came up from his stomach as a crimson bile, the soldier gave the last of his strength attempting to hold on. His eyelids starting to dip down over his eyes and his vision faded out.

"Give b-b-b-ack he-e-e-ealth, to who it-t was tak-k-k-ken f-ffffr-"

As he tried to finish, blood swelled up into his throat, blocking his airway. The strength in his body was coming to its end. He tried so hard to complete the chant, but the white glow in his palm was dying, his other hand going limp in Petra's grasp.

"GALEN!!"

I'm sorry... Celia...