Desoul Bk. 01

"Wash it down." Said the now nude pirate that had went for the brandy as he pushed the tip of his bottle against her lips and tipped it, filling her mouth with a large amount of the fiery liquid before he covered her mouth, forcing her to swallow gulp after gulp of the brandy before he removed his hand and let her gasp for air.

Her head swam dizzily and he eyes watered up as the liquid raced through her body, causing her insides to burn. But before she could adjust the man gulped some of the brandy before he turned around and presented her with his muscular ass "Lick it!" he ordered.

Elise nodded slowly and leaned up, burying her mouth in the man's hairless ass as she licked rapidly at his puckered little asshole, causing the man to groaned out happily as she leaned back into the cock pounding her cunt for support as her both of her hands reached around and gripped his cock.

Her hands feverishly gliding up and down his shaft as she pumped away, her tongue pushing inside of his ass now as she sucked firmly. The pirate growled and wiggled under her touch "Fuck yes! Urgghgh uhh!" Was his sound of approval as the elf expertly milked his cock.

She could sense the man behind her weakening, and before she knew it she could feel his cock spasm as he came deep inside of her slippery cunt, pumping the little elf full as he spayed burst after burst inside of her. Finally spent, then man pulled out of her and laid back on the dirty floor as he panted to catch his breath.

Elise's cunt was throbbing as it dripped a generous amount of cum down onto her pale thighs, giving her skin a slutty sheen. She licked harder and harder, her mouth still pressed firmly to the drunk man's ass as her dainty hands gave his cock a firm pumping. Soon enough he moaned louder than before as his cock exploded a large jet of sperm onto the floor, but she only continued to suck and lick and stroke, the man ejaculating again and again until he could no longer bear it and pulled away from her.

Without being told, she bowed her head down low and began licking the fresh load off of the floor, no sooner had she finished cleaning the mess, the very last pirate snapped his fingers. "Come here, bend over the table whore." He said as he pointed to where he wanted her to stand.

She stood on her weak, shaky legs before moving over to the table, but before she bent over she muttered something quietly. The man who would use her now perked a brow "What was that?" He asked as he gave his stiff cock a slow stroke to insure he was hard enough to fuck.

"Will you please choke me..." She repeated very softly, just above a whisper as the man laughed and reached for his sash.

Elise gasped as the man balled either end of his sash around his fists and then promptly wrapped it around her slender neck before pulling tightly. Her vision blurred as she reached between her legs and grasped the man's cock, angling it up at her sopping wet, cum filled cunt before she pushed herself down onto it.

The man choked her firmly as the leader sat on the edge of the table, he spit onto her large, round breasts before pushing them together around his cock, pinching at her pink nipples as he grinned wickedly "My cock isn't going to fuck itself!" he barked before Elise's hands immediately went up, squeezing her tits together around the man's cock as he pushed slowly back and forth between the mounds of her soft flesh.

Elise's eyes rolled back and her whole body shook as she was rocked with multiple orgasms, her head spinning wildly as she was overloaded with pleasure again and again, her body now merely a slab of hot meat to be used by the men. The man continued to choke her, while he thought he was doing it as tightly as he could, she could in fact still breath, but barely.

She was barely aware of anything in her hazed, orgasmic state, only that she needed to keep her breasts firmly pushed together and her back arched if she was to receive more pleasure. Soon enough the other two men joined in, groping and fondling what parts of her they could as they rapidly stroked their cocks; one of the men leaning over as he sloppily licked and sucked at the left side of her neck and long, pointed ear.

After several minutes the man riding her from behind grunted loudly and squeezed her throat tightly with the sash, cutting her airflow off entirely and giving her cunt another electric orgasm as he filled her already soiled cunt with a second load. Almost at the same time the leader groaned out as he came as well, spraying several ropes of his thick sperm all over the whore's neck and the upper edges of her tits as she continued to stroke him until he pushed her off.

Her chest was glazed with a shiny coat of semen as she dropped to her knees and grabbed the other two men by the cocks, pulling them closer to her until both were right in front of her.

She leaned forward and rapidly bobbed her head up and down one while she stroked the other, giving a nice deep throat to each before switching off. She did this for several minutes, taking turns with the men before one she was stroking came, his cock blasting her across the cheek with it's load as he made her glisten with even more filth, the last man finally coming inside of her mouth, giving her a heavy load which she skillfully swallowed.

She promptly fell to the floor, chest heaving and thoroughly exhausted as the other men got dressed. After several minutes, Elise slowly pushed herself up onto her knees as she reached for her tunic, no sooner had she pulled it over head, the leader of the squad of pirates reached for one of the brandy bottles and promptly shattered it against the base of the poor little elf's skull, knocking her out cold and leaving her lying limp on the floor.

She awoke several hours later, lying in a pit of mud on the outskirts of town with her belongings littering the side of the road. She had a nasty wound to the back of her head and the world was spinning as she crawled nauseously forward and collapsed again.

She was vaguely aware of the sound of horses, the sound of their hooves like thunder as they flew down the dirt road and then promptly stopped. She couldn't even open her eyes as she was pulled from the mud, but she heard the deep voice of a man say "Take her to Kirah at the Castle right away! She's still alive, but barely." Elise didn't know why, but the voice at the moment sounded like the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Wesley Barak was the famous Blade from the Order of Desoul, most people just called him 'Blade.'

He watched as one of his soldiers bolted off with the badly beaten girl back towards the castle where she could hopefully be saved. He looked back for a moment at his horse and jerked his head slightly, Blade's black mount turned and galloped back towards the castle leaving the warrior of Desoul standing alone just outside the city. Blade was clad in the traditional Desoul uniform.

It consisted of a pair of heavy, knee-high black boots and very loose fitting pants (better movement for a swordsman) and a dress jacket with a high, stiff collar. The uniform was durable and all black, save for the eloquent white embroidery that served as trim. The only other adornment was a pale sliver of crystal attached to a leather cord strung around his neck, it was a magical stone that could be used to communicate with others across large distances.

He didn't have his sword with him, he didn't need it, using his predatory senses, Blade sniffed the air, even soaked in mud, the scent of her attackers was dominant on the girl's body and he was certain they were nearby. No one would get away with this terrible crime, no one and he was the law in this land. Blade strolled casually the 500 feet or so into the walls of the city, the two spearmen guarding the gate snapped to attention and gave a salute to Blade as he passed which was returned with a nod.

Mere minutes later he was inside of tavern near the water front, in the back at a booth sat the men he was looking for. "Only 4? Too bad they didn't bring their friends." thought Blade as he approached the table, grabbing a free chair from one of the other tables before setting it down in front of him and staring at the four men. They were very drunk by now and the leader turned his attention to Blade along with the others before he slurred. "The fuck...do you want?!" He asked slowly, his voice filled with impatience and aggression.

"I just wanted to buy you fellows another round, and as soon as you've finished, I am going to kill you all." Blade said matter-of-factly as he waved his hand "Barkeep, a bottle of your cheapest, if you don't have anything cheap then piss in a glass and send it over, these people deserve no better."

Despite being drunk the four men were weighing their options, who was this fucker, was he just crazy or was he fooling around? The bartender himself walked across the tavern with bottle of sweet tasting wine, it was more like juice and it was doubtful that consuming a single bottle would get you drunk.

Blade poured each man a glass before he stood. "I'll be out front boys, if you leave out the back then I promise your entire crew will die with you and your ship will be reduced to ashes." With that Blade turned and headed for the door, but stopped briefly to pay for drink before heading outside.

The pirates were confused but quickly downed their drinks "He aint even gotta weapon!" The leader hissed confidently before standing, the four men each reached for a bottle and promptly broke one on the table before they charged out the door with their improvised knives.

Outside Blade was waiting for them; leaning against the rails of the pier as the men filed out. "This is my city, what you did to that girl was unforgivable, make your peace."

The drunken leader grunted a battle cry and stumbled forward as the other men cheered him on.

Though drunk and uncoordinated, the man was still a big brute; he thrust forward with the broken sliver of glass as he tried to stab Blade, but in the blink of an eye it seemed, Blade rushed forward and in one swift fluid movement he grabbed the man's right wrist with his left hand and stepped into the man, grabbing his forehead as Blade used the momentum to knock the man back. He moved quick like a cat as he guided the man head over heels into the ground, crushing the drunk's skull between his powerful hand and the boardwalk. Immediately the pirate's body went limp as blood pooled out around the dead man's head, dripping between the boards and into the water below.

The three remaining men screamed out as they charged all at once with their weapons at the ready. Blade moved quickly to meet them and with the snap of a powerful kick, he hit the man in the middle square in the chest and sent him flying backwards as Blade rolled off the attack of the man on the left, delivering a paralyzing kick to the base of the man's skull as he passed.

With one comrade dead and two moaning in agony, the remaining man was more than a little shaken but he attacked all the same. Rushing forward with fists balled up around the broken glass, Blade stood still, turning slightly to the side with his left leg out and left shoulder pointed to the attacker.

The man closed in, Blade side-stepped his wide swing of an attack and grasped the man's forearm before twisting it around behind his back and pinning his arm in place. He then delivered a powerful blow to the upper part of the man's shoulder, snapping the bone as the rest was dislocated, the ligaments torn. The man screamed loudly as he withered on the floor in agony.

Blade narrowed his eyes sharply before he calmly walked forward and collected one of the broken pieces of glass, he then went to each man and one by one stabbed them through the throat as they laid defeated on the ground. When he was done the boardwalk was an absolute mess and a number of people from the shops had gathered around to find the source of the commotion. Blade narrowed his eyes sharply for a moment before sighing.

"These men raped and tried to murder a young woman right here in our fair city. Justice is done." He said before he wiped his hands clean on the shirt of the dead pirate leader, he then headed off to check on the girl.

Back at the Castle, Elise slowly blinked her eyes open, she was lying in a very soft bed in the Castle's hospital, their Doctor, Kirah was something of an angel when it came to healing wounds, with or without magic. As her vision cleared up, she could see the red sun setting over the sea before she turned her head slowly to see the swordsman sitting in the chair beside the bed.

"You were almost dead, doc says you'll be just fine." The man said as Elise reached back and felt the now healed wound that once marked the back of her head.

"Do you have someplace to go, somewhere you want us to take you?' The man asked.

Elise shook her head slowly 'no' and the man nodded "You can stay here as long as you want then, get some sleep. I'll have some food brought in and in the morning we'll get you some clothes and a room."

With that the man stood and headed towards the door, Elise turned slowly before she weakly asked "W-who are you?"

The man turned and bowed slowly "I'm Wesley Barak, the Blade of Desoul."

Chapter 03

Blade returned home later that evening, his body bloodied and dirty from the explosion and mud, his clothes were shredded and charred. The only thing he wanted right now was a glass of cold water and a hot bath.

Entering the door of his flat, Blade looked around the dark room before frowning into the darkness. "What do you want?" he asked as he flipped the light switch, the overhead lights coming on to reveal Conrad sitting in Blade's favorite, deep leather armchair.

"How was your visit?" Conrad asked flatly, though from Blade's appearance it was obvious how well his visit went.

Blade narrowed his eyes at his youngest son, his cheek twitching slightly as he moved into the kitchen where he poured some cold water from a jug into a small brandy glass.

"You should steal the object so we can inspect it." Conrad began as Blade swallowed the contents of his glass in a single gulp before setting the glass down once more.

"You call the shots now huh schoolboy?" Blade asked coldly as he began stripping off what remained of his clothing as he discarded it into the trash.

"Someone has to lead us." Conrad replied firmly, Blade only smiled.

"There is no such thing as magic for the last fucking time!" Blade growled as he looked back at Conrad.

Conrad stood to speak, but in an instant Blade was across the flat, grasping the handsome Headmaster by his throat as Blade effortlessly lifted him off of his feet, his free hand reaching over to a nearby shelf that had several pieces of armor and black-bladed katana on display.

Blade ripped the katana from it's sheath and pushed the flat of the sword blade against Conrad's cheek. "If there were magic you would be wither in agony! If there was magic then this enchanted sword would be killing you just because you touched it!" Blade spat before he roughly tossed Conrad out of his grasp, dropping him onto his back.

Blade let out a sound that was half mumble and half growl as he gently sheathed his sword with a hiss-click and then gently set it back onto its stand.

The swords of Desoul were very special weapons given to monks during the ceremony where they were invested as a Blade of Desoul. The sword was very well made in the first place and then of course was the magical enchantment that was a secret to all but Blade and his now dead son Lucius.

A demon would be summoned into a magical circle and then promptly killed, it's heart extracted and used as a component in a spell that would turn the blade of the sword black. Just touching the blade of the sword could damage one's very soul, wounds inflicted by it would be hard to heal and being ran through with one would be fatal to even the most powerful of monsters or men.

But now, with the magical energies gone from the world, it was little more than a relic now, a flashlight without batteries. Conrad rubbed his throat slowly and took his original seat once more before Blade sat down on the dark red couch opposite the chair. In between them sat a square coffee table covered with books and maps and notebooks and other tomes of knowledge.

"I've seen it before, this guy is obsessed with all thing magical and mysterious, he doesn't understand things and that is why he spends so much time pursuing these hobbies. Nicholas Carver is just a rich guy with too much time and money on his hands." Blade said slowly as he slumped into the deep, soft couch.

"What about the visions mother had?" Conrad asked as he perked a brow.

Blade frowned and looked back over at his son. "Who knows, she lives out in the middle of nowhere, maybe she made some bad mushroom soup or something. Son of a bitch, what will it take for you to drop this and leave me to rot in peace little Connie?" Blade added the nickname to assure his son of his great annoyance about the subject.

Conrad sighed and produced a long envelop from the inside pocket of his coat and dropped it in the pile of paperwork on the table. "That's everything you need, Carver didn't win this particular auction, I think he may try to steal the object, if so that could give us some kind of clue to his intentions.

Blade leaned down and picked up the envelop before he turned to speak. "What about-"

Conrad was nowhere to be seen. Blade narrowed his eyes sharply before he grinned like a jackal. "That's my boy." He said softly before heading towards the bathroom, stepping inside the stall he slowly twisted the hot water knob, not bothering with any cold at all. He sighed happily as the three shower heads, one on each wall, unleashed a torrent of scalding hot water onto his body. Soon enough the bathroom was filled with steam so thick that one couldn't see 3 inches in front of themselves.

Blade lingered for nearly an hour, every surface of his body squeaky clean before he stepped out again, slowly drying himself off in the steamy maze that was the bathroom, once finished he put on his loose-fitting black sleep pants and swiped the envelop Conrad had left.

Two nights later in the middle of a rather vicious downpour of rain; Blade found himself perched on the ledge of a 16 story building that sat adjacent to the docks, he had decided to investigate the so-called magical device, though he did not know why for the life of him that he was bothering.

He watched the activity below through the little slits in his mask in his steel mask, the rain rolling off his cloak that left him more or less dry as he watched for an opening.

Some blocks away he could hear that cycle, that loud, loud cycle again, but he merely shrugged it off and continued to watch. Satisfied that he had the patterns of the workers below memorized, he picked up his grappling gun, firing it towards the rooftop across the street before he secured the end of it, using it as a zip line to glide over to the other building.

He landed hard on his feet in the graveled rooftop and looked around before stalking from skylight to skylight, trying so hard to locate this magical device, though in truth he had to rely on his exceptional sight for all he had was the crate number off of the shipping receipt to locate the crate.

The inside of the warehouse was mostly deserted and unlit, he couldn't see any security systems attached to the windows so he decided to break and enter. Hitting the glass with his elbow, he quickly rolled inside, dropping some 30 feet and landing crouched quietly on the concrete below in the midst of a shower of fragments of glass glittering in the moonlight.

Brushing some of the glass off of his cloak, Blade looked around and then stood stalking quietly through the aisles of shelves that contained thousands of boxes. It was nearly half an hour before he found what he was looking for, a small box that was maybe 6"x"6 nothing more than a very small wooden box. Without examining the contents, he picked up the box and promptly headed for the roof only to find that his zip line was gone.