An Apocalypse Rising Ch. 04

Pel stepped out, each step slow and careful as she scanned every inch that she could see and her ears were tuned to try to pinpoint anything and everything. She could feel the adrenalin flowing through her as she looked for the rustling thing, determined to find it before it found them.

But it had already found her.

A piece of Drexa watched the primitive venture further and further from safety of the group, sword in hand, looking for something and it was easy to give it something to track. It tasted her fear and that fear opened her. It was tuned and was open to be toyed with.

The warrior pushed forward, leaving the camp farther behind until only her lantern light marked anyone's presence in the woods at all. The rational part of her mind knew that she shouldn't have been so far out, but there would be another shifting of the leaves or a bit of shadow that would catch the edge of the light the lamp could cast and she would rush that extra step to catch it only to find nothing. That would touch the animal part of her mind that increasingly held sway and forward she went.

Her eyes darted about, her mouth drying, sweat on her brow, hand with a white-knuckle grip on her sword, ready to slash at anything that came near. So when the first feeling brushed her cheek like the fingertips of a new lover, her sword slashed right to left in a wide arc, blade doing nothing but cutting the air with a low-pitched sound. If she could have seen herself by the light she would have been shocked at the fearful, feral beast looking back at her.

The soldier was gone as she slashed again, this time left to right. Something seemed to tug at her hair so she pivoted and slashed again. The creaking of the metal on metal caused by the handle of her lamp sounded like a shrieking predator on the charge so she attacked again. Over and over she slashed until her chest was heaving and holding the sword felt like holding a tree in one hand. And the touches wouldn't stop. Her face. Her neck. Every bit of exposed flesh was a target.

Every muscle in her body burned and the sword was too much to hold so it fell to the ground, her hand protesting in pain as the death grip she had gave way. She stood there, legs rooted to the ground and the touches kept coming now, more frequently and for longer periods before backing away as she tried to catch her breath.

Being too tired to stop them, she felt them. They weren't so bad, really. They were gently soothing her worn body wherever they touched her, penetrating her muscles, almost kneading the flesh as they went. She couldn't stop them anyway, was so tired, and it felt good, so she just stood there and let the touch and the warmth penetrate her exposed flesh. Minutes went by as Pel floated, eventually even swaying slightly left and right like a flower in the breeze, doing what she could to move toward the sensation.

Put down the lamp.

Her unfocused eyes closed for a long time, then opened.

I am your thoughts. I am your mind. Put down the lamp.

She put it down and followed it to the grass, standing on her spread knees, eyes staring into the dark with the feeling that something was staring back somehow. The touching was constant and tantalizing now.

I am your thoughts. I am your mind. Speak your name.

Pel's brow creased. How could she not know her own name?

Speak your name.

It was its own release to say it. "I am Pel."

The voice was seductive and demanding. I am your thoughts. I am your mind. I am your hands. Explore my body.

Her fingertips began to move delicately across her forehead and down her cheeks, firing her nerves as they went leaving a slightly cool trail that made her breath catch in the night air. Down her cheeks her fingers went, her left index finger making it's way around her pouting lips before a plaintive whimper escaped them. She touched everywhere there was exposed flesh, exciting her even as her cunt began to weep, reminding her of how much of herself she couldn't reach.

In a fit of frustration, she loosened her breastplate and pulled at the padding underneath enough to reach the now soaked linen at her crotch. She dropped forward, propping herself up on one hand, sawing three fingers in and out of herself with whorish abandon. "Goddess, yessss."

I am your Goddess. Speak the truth.

Her eyes still stared forward at that idea of someone. "You are my Goddess. You are my thoughts. You are my mind." The last was a lustful sigh.

I am your thoughts. I am your mind. I am your hands. Drive me deeply into your mind."

Pel came.

She thrust into herself, twisting her wrists and ignoring the pain as as each motion pushed the corruption of her Goddess more deeply into her mind, past her surface thoughts, beyond her subconscious mind, beyond the ability of mages to detect, and into the core of her being. At the right moment she would act in the best way to service the Goddess and bask in her righteousness, drowning in the submission and divine pleasure that would be her reward as she did now.

When she finally embraced reality again she flushed with embarrassment feeling her cheek to the ground knees wide and night air finally cooling her raw pussy. She felt shame for having to go through all she did with Hennis just to try to get away so she could touch herself, but it had been so long since she'd had a lover and the stress of this place and its strange sights and sounds had pushed her over the edge.

But she felt so much better now.

She hurriedly put herself back together before sheathing her sword, picking up her lamp, and making her way back to camp to see Hennis waiting for her. Her eyes quizzed the other. "Well?"

"You were right," she said quickly, anxious to be away from the subject and back on watch. "It was nothing."

To Be Continued...