Naked Aggression - Part 14

Part 14

After closing her door, Tyrissa sat on the bed. A half-sob, half-laugh noise escaped her lips. The stress, both physical and emotional, of her encounter with the giantess threatened to overwhelm her. The adventurer couldn’t think of the last time she had been so brutal with a partner.

Normally Tyrissa’s augmented strength and sexual desire, both products of her centaur heritage, meant that she usually had to hold back a little with her lovers. But in this case the giantess had taken everything Tyrissa had done to her and come back for more. That had shaken the young woman more than she was comfortable with. And then there was the violence of their coupling. It certainly couldn’t be called ‘making love’. ‘Sex’ was too tame of a word. ‘Fucking’ came close.

“Go ahead and say it. You know what you what the word is,” said a little voice in her head.

She shook her head, trying vainly to deny her own thoughts. But try as she might, the truth of her actions kept coming back to her. Rape. That was what it was. Try as she might, Tyrissa had to admit she had let her excitement and lust blind her. Certainly Yngra hadn’t complained.

Perhaps to the giantess it wasn’t seen as rape, or if it were it didn’t matter the same as it did to Tyrissa. But now it was Tyrissa who had the guilty conscience.. It was just that the giantess was so damn sexy. And that table dance of hers, it was all Tyrissa could do to control herself. The giant blond had exuded sex as she danced. The smaller woman had let herself get caught up in Yngra’s erotic spell. Now her sense of guilt was building as she reviewed her actions.

“And now you torture yourself for no reason,” interrupted a familiar voice in her head.

“Karath, what are you talking about?”

“You enjoyed it, she enjoyed it, and no one was killed. It is only your foolish adherence to those moral codes of yours that causes you pain.”

Karath spat out the word ‘codes’ like some sort of curse. The magical weapon used his telepathy to communicate with Tyrissa, constantly expounding on the virtues of chaos and the shortcomings of laws and codes. As an agent for the Forces of Chaos, the spirit residing inside her katar was constantly looking for opportunities to cause and spread chaos and conflict.

Tyrissa was just about to retort when someone knocked on her door. Half expecting to find a squad of angry guardsmen outside, she cautiously opened the door. In the hallway stood the two dwarven porters. They had brought the bathtub and hot water to her room.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“Well, Harlie thought you might want to take a bath, and I think he feels real bad about what he said to you,” Kemdar replied.

She stepped back and let them in. They filled the tub and left, sensing she wasn’t in the mood for company at the moment. With a sigh, Tyrissa lowered her aching, sticky body into the near-scalding water.

For a long while she simply soaked, letting the warmth penetrate her tense muscles. Letting herself relax until the water started to feel chilly, Tyrissa finished bathing and stood up. Her wet skin glistened in the candlelight as droplets of water ran over her ample curves. After drying herself off with a coarse towel, she lay on the bed and stretched sensuously. The early tension had been replaced by a feeling of lassitude that made her eyelids and limbs heavy. Her mind replayed the scenes from her struggle with the giantess.

As she recalled the battle, Karath scanned her memories. While he was pleased by Tyrissa’s actions, he found himself feeling cheated. He had not been allowed to take part in the combat, meaning that he had not had the opportunity to feed off the energies of chaos. The spirit residing inside the enchanted blade decided to take matters into his own ethereal hands.

Summoning his willpower, Karath began to excise his control over Tyrissa’s body. This was one of the dark sides of Karath’s power. The sentient blade could pit his ego against that of his wielder’s in a battle for dominance. Over countless centuries of existence he had taken control of warriors, fighters, kings, queens, despots, and tyrants. With their bodies he had started wars, built and destroyed empires all in the name of Chaos.

But no one in his many years of existence had resisted his will like the half-human/half-centaur woman lying on the bed next to him. To his never-ending consternation, he found himself unable to overwhelm her control except in the rarest of circumstances. Only during times where her emotional and mental reserves were drained did he find himself able to best her. Times like right now. Sensing her emotional turmoil, coupled with her physical condition, Karath decided to strike.

“You know, girl. You have not fed me in far too long of a time,” his voice echoed in her head.

Rolling over on the bed and grasping the handle of her weapon, Tyrissa responded.

“What are you talking about blade? Have you forgotten the brigands that attacked us on our way to Ivaarhomme?”

“Those weak fools? They offered me little enough sustenance. How am I to survive if you keep me from my purpose? Not once did you summon me during the fight with that Friesland giantess.”

“Well, I was a bit preoccupied. And besides, I only wanted to prove myself to her, not try to take her life. I know you wouldn’t have passed up and opportunity to feast on her soul, Karath.”

Tyrissa referred to her katar’s most frightening ability. To gather energy to survive, the blade could elect to drain the life force of an individual in a single blow. The person’s soul and spirit were consumed utterly by the ravenous weapon. Tyrissa had lost her own fiancée to the mystic blade in just such a way. The black blade preferred to take the souls of extraordinary individuals. Tyrissa had discovered that she could neither predict nor prevent Karath’s use of this power. Someone like Yngra was just the type of meal the Chaos Blade would go after. Tyrissa might need the giantess for her search for the shard, but Karath had his own agenda.

“Still, I hunger. If you deny me the sweet chaos of combat, you will nourish me in a more direct manner,” he gloated.

“What?? No Karath, not now.”

“Yes, now!” he replied as his will suddenly attacked her mind.

Tyrissa was horrified to see her hand reach out and grasp the hilt of the katar, sliding the blade free of its scabbard. The blade, forged of an alloy of black meteoric iron and other exotic metals, seemed to absorb the light around it. The ancient weapon was a type of punch dagger. The foot-long blade was connected to a H-shaped hilt. The tops of the hilt legs connected to a cross-guard that the blade was attached to. Unlike more common swords, the weapon’s wielder grasped the crossbar of the ‘H’, resulting in a grip that was perpendicular to the blade, not inline with it. When gripped, the blade appeared to come from the top of the user’s fist.

“Karath, get..out of..my..body,” she groaning, trying to resist his influence.

She hated this, this invasion, this rape of her body.

“Yes, it is like rape, isn’t it? Just like you raping the giantess.”

“No!!” she cried, trying to deny his accusation.

Karath took advantage of her distraction. Before she could stop him, he caused her to drag the point of the blade over her skin. As the metal touched her flesh, a faint blue nimbus illuminated the point of contact. Tyrissa gasped as the magical aura created sensations of pleasure too sweet to describe. She was rapidly becoming a prisoner inside her own body as the physical pleasure further weakened her will to resist. Her arm began to stroke her bare breasts with the point of the blade, the sharp point pricking her skin as it went along. The little stings of pain only served to further intensify the pleasure of Karath’s magical caress. She could feel her body respond involuntarily; her nipples hardening into brown nubs, her areoles swelling and growing puffy as the arcane energy flowing from the blade stimulating them beyond her ability to bear.

“Please Karath, don’t do this..I can’t..I don’t..” she moaned.

The scent of her arousal filled the room as her sex became a cauldron of seething lust. Her labia darkened to a reddish brown as they filled with blood. From the depths of her cunt came a steady flow of feminine spend. The sweet honey ran down the valley of her groin, soaking the sheets she was lying on.

“Don’t?? Or Can’t??” mocked Karath. “You know you crave my touch, slut!”

“Nooooo……” she protested as Karath moved her arm lower still.

The blue glow grew in strength as the weapon fed off Tyrissa's magically enforced lust. Small streamers like miniature lightning bolts flashed off the blade. Wherever these bolts touched her flesh blossomed feelings of ecstasy so strong that her muscles spasmed in response.

“Liar,” taunted the Chaos Blade. “You forget, I know your mind, your very thoughts. A part of you wants this, enjoys this. The helplessness, the surrender.”

“No..” she said weakly, trying to deny the truth of his words.

But in her heart she knew he was right. Some part of her loved this debauchery, reveled in the violation of her body. She knew that her arousal wasn’t all Karath’s doing. The shame of being a slave to a thing, an object that wasn’t even a real person anymore was a turn-on for her. The chance to be out of control, to submit to another’s will totally was some sort of release for the young woman.. Her pride could deny it, fight it most of the time, but when she let Karath take control her body revealed the truth.

Karath gave Tyrissa her first climax as he moved the tip of his blade over her clit. A powerful cerulean spark arced out to strike her clitoris. Instantly, a powerful mind-shattering orgasm swept through her. Karath hungrily absorbed the energy of her lust as she cried out. Her cunt honey gushed out, striking and coating the ebony surface of the blade. Her fluids were quickly absorbed into the metal. When he did this, the spirit of Karath could actually taste her, a sweet and spicy flavor that drove him wild with desire.

Karath caused more streamers of blue energy to play over Tyrissa's body. They ran over her skin like electricity, stimulating her nerves with overdoses of pleasure. Karath caused them to concentrate on her erogenous zones. Her breasts, her lips, her clit, even her anus were attacked by hundreds of tendrils of magical energy. The result was a series of orgasms that removed most of her ability to think coherently. Karath’s lust led him to force more and more pleasure from the helpless woman’s body. His own energies grew more powerful as he drained Tyrissa like some sexual vampire. Before long her body was enveloped in a cocoon of blue energy. Her flesh was so saturated by the arcane emanations that it began to glow from the excess energies. All the while Karath continued to mentally taunt and tease his prey.

“Look at you. A wanton slut, mine to command. You love this, don’t you harlot?”

“Yesssss…” she sobbed. “Give me more…”

“Oh, now you want more? I could break your mind right now, make you my slave. Snuff out your will, turn you into some mindless whore, living only for the pleasure I give you.”

Tyrissa orgasmed yet again as his words played in her head. Part of her feared that he would carry out his threat; another part of her hoped he would. What she didn’t know was that while he had the ability to do so, he never would. Given his chaotic nature, he thrived off the chaos inside her as she struggled against him and herself. To suppress her individuality, her specialness was something he could never actually do. Finally, he could restrain himself no longer.

That part of Tyrissa that was still aware of her surrounding looked on in horrid anticipation as her own arm began to nuzzle the opening to her swollen sex with the tip of the katar. The black metal made the silver of the twin mithril rings in each labia stand out in contrast. These magical pieces of intimate jewelry protected her vagina and anus during sex. The charms allowed her to stretch her openings beyond human limits, preventing injury if not discomfort. Perhaps it was their power that allowed what would happen next; perhaps it was Karath’s own magical nature that was responsible.

Slowly, the point of the weapon slipped between her nether lips, sinking deeper into her drooling, dripping cunt. The katar eagerly absorbing her juices as it slowly penetrated her sex. Somehow the razor sharp edges of the blade did not cleave through the tender folds of her pussy. The weapon did not feel like a thin blade inside Tyrissa. To the heaving woman it felt more like a cock, a thick wonderful cock that filled her completely. The weapon’s aura was stimulating ever nerve inside her, pushing her so far past her limits she could not comprehend it.

“Now you are truly mine, woman,” cried Karath.

With those words Karath unleashed the full measure of his power deep inside Tyrissa's pussy. Orgasms of divine power blasted through her. Her mind could not withstand the onslaught of ecstasy; it simply collapsed in on itself, riding inside the maelstrom of pleasure like a boat caught in the eye of a hurricane. Over and over her body erupted in climax as the weapon manipulated her body. Tyrissa jerked like she was caught in a seizure. Her eyes rolled back into her head while she foamed at the mouth like a rabid dog. An hour passed as Karath drank his fill of the helpless warrior. By that time her entire body was glowing a bright white light. The level of power Karath was absorbing was so great that it held Tyrissa’s body suspended in midair, two feet above the surface of the bed.

People staying at the inn wondered about the unearthly light shining brightly from under the door of her room. As they passed her door in the hallway on the way to their own rooms, they could only wonder what strange magics where be performed inside the room into the late hours of the night. Word of her struggle with the giantess had spread and by now no one wanted to risk bothering the formidable woman. Inside the room, her body’s ordeal was finally ending. When Karath go absorb no more strength from her abused form, he gently lowered her twitching body to the bed.

Tyrissa lay on the covers of her bed, the sweat slowly evaporating, bringing her temperature back down to normal. Small tremors and spasms still wracked her frame as her nervous system tried to regain some sort of equilibrium. The glowing aura surrounding her slowly faded until the room, its candles having burnt out hours ago, was cloaked in darkness. Then the room gradually brightened as a glowing figure slowly manifested itself beside the bed.

The figure was that of a man wearing an ancient style of armor not seen by living people in tens of thousands of years. The man looking down at Tyrissa’s sleeping form. Reaching down, he grasped the hilt of the katar and tenderly pulled the blade from the depths of her vagina. The mystical blade was so full of energy it shone with a white light as bright as the sun.

It was this level of energy that allowed Karath to manifest in a corporeal form. The body he created was a replica of his own, long ago sacrificed to the Elder Gods of Chaos to create the enchanted katar. One of the greatest warriors in the armies of Chaos, he had given his body so that his soul could be bound to the Chaos Blade for all eternity.

Picking up the scabbard, he sheathed the weapon that was now his home, his being. Turning to look at Tyrissa's slumbering form, he placed the glowing palm of his hand on the valley between her breasts. He could feel her warmth, as well as her pulse. For a moment he watched her breasts rise and fall in time with her steady breathing. For the briefest of times, a look of regret crossed his face as he studied her peaceful features. Finally he was satisfied she had survived his ordeal.

Channeling a small portion of the energy she had given him, he created a wave of healing power that flowed from his palm to spread outward through her body. As he watched the bruises and minor injuries she sustained in her fight with Yngra disappeared. The strained muscles of her arms and back were healed as the wave passed through them. Tyrissa’s body relaxed as she sank deeper into a restful slumber.

“Rest beloved.” With these words Karath bent down and kissed her softly on the lips before his body faded from sight.

The End ?

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