Legends Reborn Ch. 04

Merle

So, the good news: The seal on my powers was gone, and I was once again sleeping in a comfortable bed.

The bad news: I had been brutally gang raped by a few men in a deserted city, and the loss of virginity meant the loss of any power I had. My best friend, who had been counting on me, hanged herself due to my lack of caring and/or support. And I was stuck living with a man I didn’t know, God only knows how far from my home. I didn’t think a diviner like Tess would lead me to a place that didn’t offer at least the chance at redemption, but I couldn’t be sure. Oh, and I still didn’t know about the army of hellspawn that was ravaging the land.

So, I guess you could say that things weren’t looking up for me (or the world) at that point.

******

I had been terrified to realize that I was alone with an unknown man and completely and utterly dependant on his welcome. I did not have the highest opinion of men one could have, but that’s understandable, given my history with men.

The man, however, had been nothing but kind. He looked like a hard man, though he was much younger than I had expected. At most, he may have been twenty. I sat in his kitchen in silence, sipping on a mug of hot chocolate he had made as I waited for him to start speaking.

“So…this is what you look like now,” he said, half to himself.

Now, this raised some questions, as I was quite certain that I had never met this man before in my life. I was too timid, to tired, to confront him directly, however, so I merely settled for saying, “Pardon me?” as meekly as possible.

This provoked, for some unknown and vaguely worrisome reason, a frown. He studied me with dark eyes, and mumbled again, this time saying, “She was right. You’ve lost your fire.”

I was assuming he was speaking of Tess, but even that could not bring be out of my despairing stupor. I wanted desperately to be able to protect people like Tess, the innocents, but my power was gone.

I didn’t notice, then, the cunning look in the man across from me’s eyes. I didn’t notice the tiny smile, or the whispered, “That might just work.” If I had, things may have turned out much differently than they did.

He smiled at me, and said, “Merle,” softly, catching my attention. “Do you want your power back?” he asked me gently.

I nodded, shocked. My power was gone. Everyone knew that a female couldn’t use magic unless she was a virgin (by everyone, I mean everyone familiar with the magical community). Privately, I was a bit thankful to be female, anyways. A female can’t access her magic once her virginity is gone. To take magic from a male, you must castrate him. Decidedly less pleasant.

His smile was gentle, caring, persuasive. “Then all you have to do is do everything I say, without question. Can you do that?”

Desperate for power, I nodded, and signed my fate away to him.

His smile grew wider. “You, my dear, can call me Blaise.”

******

For the first time ever, William Estacade was called before the Elders. A vampire, a demon, and a werewolf, the oldest of each of the three. They were the driving force behind the army, the power and the motivation.

He had no idea why, although there were many possibilities. They could have discovered any one of his attempts to warn humanity of the army at its doorstep. So far, the army hadn’t done anything noticeable. However, it was only a matter of time before they were ready to truly move. William didn’t want to wait for that time. He didn’t want any more innocents sacrificed to his folly.

He was dedicated to their protection; he had failed them.

If they had discovered him, he would meet them with a brave face. He would not run, like a coward, to be hunted down and destroyed.

However, the one thing he was not expecting was to be greeted by the sight of a prisoner in the white robes of the Daybreak Trinity. He almost smiled, then. They had sent an assassin after him, thinking him bewitched. The assassin had wandered blindly into an encampment of a supernatural army.

He knew he’d have questions to answer, but they would be easy, so very, very easy, in comparison to the questions he had thought he’d be answering.

He prepared his lies, and plotted on how to further sabotage his army.

******

Natalia Batkunst walked slowly down the street, ignoring the curious looks from bystanders. Even dressed as raggedly as she was, Natalia was still a beauty that was nearly unparalleled.

She finally reached the house she was looking for. It was a plain house, painted white, with pretty red shutters and a white picket fence. She had never seen it before, but the address she had been given was the address on the house, so she was in the right place.

She entered the house, slowly. She didn’t think anyone was home, as there were no lights on, and no cars in the driveway, but she didn’t want to take a risk and come up short. Not with so much on the line. She had a message to deliver to the person who lived in this house, and she would get it done.

She had had her whole life planned and plotted. She would publish, find a rich husband, and have his money support her further researches, able to ignore risky grants. All that was changed on the day she was gang raped by that pack of horrid werewolves.

She could still feel them, when her mind wasn’t occupied. She could feel the thick, half-human cocks being shoved into each of her orifices. She could feel the seed that filled her belly. With a deep and everlasting shame, she could still feel the orgasm that had come crashing through her, could still hear herself begging for the seed of those beasts.

Better not to dwell on it. She knew that she had a job to do. A job that, if successful, would bring the bastards who had destroyed her. Those bastards who had ripped her virginity away. Those bastards who had given her such pleasure as she had never before known…

Natalia sat down on the couch, lonely and bored, and, remembering pleasurable torments long past, let her hand stray down into her pants, to rub her pussy.

******

Merle

I was on my knees then for a reason. I’d like to tell you that that reason was that I had dropped to my knees in thanks that my powers had miraculously and suddenly returned to me. Or that I had stumbled on my way to go back home, to return to my normal, worry free life. Or even that I was cleaning Blaise’s floor.

I was sucking his dick.

I had though maybe I’d have to do some chores around the house. Maybe something like that. But no, he had me sucking his cock.

I wasn’t very good at it, and I could tell, because every so often, he would pull out of my mouth and slap me, saying, “Do it right, you stupid whore.” Then, he would shove his thick cock back in my mouth, and start humping my face again.

After a few minutes of that, he looked me in the eye, and said, “You had better swallow every single drop of my cum. You got that, cunt?”

I quickly nodded my assent, desperate to have him finish. I didn’t see the flash of disappointment in his eyes.

Finally, with a groan, he came in my mouth. Rope after rope of thick jizz spurted first onto my tongue, and then further, down my throat. Despite the disgusting taste, I swallowed as quickly as I could.

I looked up at him hopefully, praying that I had done good enough. He merely zipped up his pants and said, “You can do what you want for the next three hours. If my lunch isn’t ready at noon, I will beat you bloody.”

I lowered my head, determined not to let him see my disappointment. “Alright,” is all I said, and he walked swiftly out of the house, leaving me to further wallow in self pity and disgust.

If being this man’s whore for awhile was the price of my powers, I would do it. It demeaned me to be whoring, but it was all I had left. I was useless.

I walked to my bed, and went to sleep, determined to regain my power.

I woke up and looked at the clock near my bed. Shit! It was ten till twelve! I had ten minutes to make something.

I went simple. I went classic. I went sandwich.

He wasn’t disappointed. Truth to tell, I don’t think he expected me to have made him anything. He picked up his sandwich and sat down at the table.

I made to sit down across from him, but he stopped me quickly. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked me softly.

“Sitting down to eat,” I replied, confused. He shook his head.

“No, you aren’t. My whores don’t eat with me. They eat in their room, on their time. The only place they have at the table is under it or on top of it.” He flashed me a cocky grin, and added, “I’ll leave you to decide whether you want to fuck or suck…this time.”

I hurried under the table and unzipped his pants. As Blaise sat at the table there, eating the sandwich I had made for him, I slipped my lips around his hard cock, and began to bob my head.

******

William circled his opponent, surrounded on all sides beasts of all kinds. Evils of all kinds. The stuff that made up the horrors of humanity’s stories for thousands of years.

His opponent was the highly trained Daybreak Trinity assassin. The man moved faster than most humans, and was armed with a silver sword in one hand and a silver dagger in the other. This fight would not be an easy one, but it was a very, very important one.

The assassin (who’s name William vaguely remembered as Edward), lunged in cautiously, slashing forward with the sword’s long reach. William easily dodged, leaping backwards with the preternatural speed. He then lashed one claw forward, thinking to catch the assassin pulling back. He had miscalculated, however, and Ed’s dagger, so fast that even William had trouble seeing it, slashed William’s claw.

Roaring in pain, William pulled his paw back. He knew he’d have to finish this soon, now. He could feel the silver, poison to his kind, coursing through his veins. He could feel it weakening him, slowing him.

Charging, William surprised all involved. Just as he reached the assassin, he slid forward, baseball style, feet first. The vicious claws on his feet tore through the feet and shins of Edward, and the man doubled over in horrified pain.

He had a split second to realize his mistake before William tore out his throat.

Getting up, getting weaker by the second, William listened as the Werewolf Elder, Lupar, proclaimed him, William Estacade, his second in command, field leader of the werewolf army.

William smiled, then collapsed.

******

Merle

I begged, “Please, do not make me do this.”

He stood there silently, staring me in the eyes. “You will do it,” he stated finally. “You will do it, for you have no choice.”

Since yesterday, I had swallowed his cum four times. I had swept every floor in his house, dusted, and cooked all his meals. I was growing to be quite the cocksucker, or so he said. Now, he was going to make me fuck him. That wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again. He was right, though. I didn’t have a choice.

Slowly, I moved down and bent over the table. He placed his dinner on my back, and started to eat. The plate was hot on my back.

“Please, would you put the plate on the table,” I asked softly, as I felt him placing his cock along my cold slit.

He smacked my ass roughly, once, twice. “You do not speak during meals, cum bucket.” He thrust into me, as hard as he could. I muffled a scream, not wanting to irritate him.

He fucked me slowly, not wanting to disturb the meal that was heating up my back to an extraordinarily unpleasant degree. I could feel his cock abusing the inner walls of my vagina, stretching them as he filled me up slowly, thrusting in to the hilt and then pulling out again.

Finally finishing his dinner, he started to fuck me faster and harder. I had to muffle another scream as he first thrust in as hard as he could. He filled me so fast, with such anger, I thought I had angered him.

It was all piling up, and I started to sob. He didn’t comment or slow down, just kept hammering into my still tight, still dry cunt.

Finally, he commented, “I wonder if you’ll get pregnant?” as he began to hump even faster.

I started sobbing harder, worry after worry blasting through my mind even as I felt his cum blast into my womb. His last, hard thrust, hilting himself as his sperm filled me, knocked the plate onto the floor. He groaned as his seed filled me, then finally pulled out.

He zipped up his pants, and looked at me dispassionately. “Clean up that broken plate,” he said, leaving me to sob, bent over his table, sperm running down my thighs.

******

Natalia rested on the couch, slowly fingering herself to orgasm for the third time since she had arrived, over twenty-four hours earlier. She was completely nude, and had a glass of wine in one hand.

She spilled her wine all over herself when the shock of hearing the door open combined with her own orgasm. Before she could stop herself, she started to moan loudly, crying out as she came.

Opening her eyes after her intense orgasm, she found a very shocked looking man her age staring at her.

At the same time, each of them asked the same question: “Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing in this house.”

It was too much. They both started laughing.

******

William paced desperately in the privacy of his own (much larger) quarters. His room was better, his loot was better. Everything was going good, except for one thing.

He hadn’t heard back from Natalia yet. She was supposed to deliver the message, wait for a reply, and return. She should be back by now.

He was growing worried. He knew it was only a couple of months until the armies were completely ready to move. He needed to meet with his last hope, discuss a plan. Discuss two plans or more.

Dammit, a massive operation like the one he needed to run would take quite some planning. He needed to plan.

Where the fuck was Natalia?

******

Talvin pumped slowly between the thighs of the beautiful woman he had found on his couch. He kissed her softly on the neck, bringing her close. His hips moved slowly as his cock slid in and out of her very damp vagina.

He groaned loudly, moving his head down, the moans spilling involuntarily from her ruby lips music to his ears, as he began to lick the spilled wine off her naked breasts. Not exactly the use he had had in mind when he bought the wine, but he was happy.

Natalia’s hips met the gentle thrusts of Tal, his thick cock easily fulfilling her aching pussy. She gasped, disbelieving that lovemaking could feel like this. This gentle, this caring, this good! Her legs wrapped around his waist as she began to urge him on, his slow torture making her explode in orgasm for the second time since he had begun.

Tal moved back up, and began to devour her mouth with his own. He had never met a woman who looked like her, a woman so filled with passion. She was almost virginal in her reaction to his gentle caresses. He caught her gasps and moans with his lips, and caressed her tongue with his own.

Natalia came for a third time in thirty minutes, feeling Tal finally begin to speed up. “Yes,” she gasped, pulling her lips away from his own and throwing her head back as he began to ride her harder. “Yes, cum inside me! Fill me up!”

Tal was more than happy to comply, and thrust himself as deeply into her very moist pussy. He clenched and moaned, and began to fill her with his seed.

Feeling her womb fill with his cum set Natalia off again.

They came down together and lay, sweating and breathing heavily, on Tal’s couch. Finally, he managed to gasp out, “Why did you say you came?”

Natalia had to swallow before she could speak, and took a couple breaths. “I was looking for Merle Lynn Graile,” she finally managed to say.

He pulled back slightly, so as to look her in the eyes. “My sister has been missing for nearly four months,” he stated.

******

Merle

Another day had gone by. I had sucked Blaise off two more times that day, and that night he had fucked me in bed, cumming again inside of me, filling my womb with his seed.

I still hadn’t learned any more magic. My cocksucking was getting good, as was my housework, but my magic was still nonexistent. All my worries combined to give me a massive headache.

He had left me alone at breakfast, but now, at lunch, he was bending me over the table again.

I was prepared to be fucked again, though I didn’t want to be. I froze when I felt him spit on my asshole.

I swallowed the desire to beg him not to. Cum buckets don’t speak like that to their masters. I felt his cock press hard against me, before, finally, it slipped into my ass.

The combination of worries and head pains and now being anally raped finally broke me. I could feel anger, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated rage wash through me. I began to breath heavily, and then I screamed when he cock was hilted in my ass.

The room around me began to set fire. I saw red and flame filled the whole of the room, destroying everything around me. I vaguely heard Blaise begin to shout an incantation, but it didn’t register.

Finally, everything stopped. The kitchen was perfectly fine, absolutely normal. And I could feel a deep pool of magic, waiting in my soul.

The thick cock was gone from my ass, as well. I turned around to see a proudly smiling Blaise. “Welcome back, my errant pupil,” he said, and then hugged me as he started to cry.

******

I still didn’t know how my powers came back. It made no sense; it defied every magical law I had ever been taught. It baffled me, as did Blaise’s reaction to me. I had thought he hated me. Apparently not.

My brother, Talvin Aison Grailem, had met up with Natalia (which is very important, though I wouldn’t find that out for some time). William Estacade was leading the armies that would destroy humanity.

Slowly, hope was returning to me. My powers were not gone. I was not without allies.

Everything had changed, and the world was a brighter place.